I say words to this effect a lot, but I’ve been pretty poor with my blogging commitments lately. Although I have been ghostwriting blog posts for clients, so it hasn’t been a complete productivity fail.
In terms of my actual writing, I’ve mainly been trying to get my novel ready for submission. I made some significant structural changes in my most recent redraft, but I think it’s now a lot stronger than it was before.
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It’s actually a cover-up of an older tattoo; I can still see the original but I don’t care because I love this one. Which is good, seeing as it’s the most visible of my six tattoos (The others are almost always hidden under clothing or jewellery).
I may need to wear long sleeves to cover it when I’m looking for work. I’m studying to be a library technician, and I personally think having a stack of books permanently inked onto your wrist is a mark of dedication to the job, but I know not everyone would agree with me. 😛
In February this year, I was asked by some of my classmates about the meaning of the orange awareness ribbon tattooed on my wrist. It was the first time anyone had ever asked me what it meant in the 14 months I’ve had it.
It was an opportunity to actually break the silence, instead of just writing about it.
I only had a few seconds to decide whether or not to tell the truth. When I first got the tattoo, one of the appeals of it was the fact that the orange ribbon represents several different causes, and I could decide later if I was comfortable with telling people what it meant. I could’ve said my tattoo was for Harmony Day — after all, I love its message of cultural diversity and inclusion. It’s a very worthy cause. But it’s not the cause I got inked on my wrist.
So, I told the truth: That my tattoo was for self-harm and self-injury awareness.
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It’s a topic that tends to make people uncomfortable, and I get terribly anxious over uncomfortable situations. But I’m also a writer. I’m writing a novel about someone who engages in deliberate self-injury as a coping mechanism. And that comes with responsibilities that I don’t take lightly.
Here, I had an opportunity to speak up. An opportunity that had been fortuitously dangled in front of me. And not taking that opportunity — after I’d promised to myself and the world that I’d break the silence on self-injury — might have been my way of reinforcing its stigma.
The stigma of self-injury ultimately discourages people to seek help, because they feel like they’re all alone, doing something shameful that no one can ever know about. It’ll be a long time before I see my novel in print, and in the meantime, the least I can do is play my part in ensuring self-harm becomes an okay thing to talk about it.
For what it’s worth, when I told my classmates why I got my tattoo, they demonstrated empathy and didn’t freak out at all. Obviously, not everyone in the world will react in a positive way, but I shouldn’t necessarily assume that all people will react badly.
Anyway, that’s all I really wanted to say today… I didn’t manage to blog for all of February (even though I had an extra day to do it) but hopefully I’ll get some posts done in March. I’m now a full-time student again after five years away from the classroom, which has taken some getting used to. But I’m enjoying the course and the new routine. And I think my time management has improved (albeit through sheer necessity, since I’m continuing to do work for clients and revise my manuscript).
P.S. LifeSIGNS is my favourite resource on self-injury. Whether you self-injure, are trying to help someone who does, or just want to know more about it, there’s some really good information on their website.
I spent six months of the year doing the Write Your Novel program with the Australian Writers’ Centre, and my fellow students have now become my writing group. They encourage me, support me, and give me incredibly useful advice and feedback on my work. I hope I do the same for them, and that we’ll continue to help each other for many years to come.
I also started singing in front of people! First it was just my guitar teacher, but one evening, I signed up for live band karaoke at a local pub and haven’t looked back. I think I started because it dawned on me that I’ll probably have to talk to groups of people if I get my book published, and before that happens, I should at least be able to stand in front of them without passing out. But I also found singing a lot of fun. Although I still don’t know if I can talk to a group without music.
My biggest goal for 2016 is actually a goal I’ve had since I started reading chapter books at the age of six: to be a novelist. So I plan to polish my manuscript and start pitching my novel to agents this year. And then to publishers directly if I don’t manage to get an agent.
Hopefully in a year from now, my soul won’t be completely destroyed by rejection. 🙂
I also want to start writing my next novel. I did begin a new story during NaNoWriMo, but other things got in the way of me finishing it. And I’m now pretty sure that particular story is actually a short story, rather than a novel. I’ve got some idea of what I want the next novel to look like, but I need to put pen to paper.
So that’s my plan for this year. It’ll take perseverance and self-belief, but the same could be said of all goals worth achieving.
How did 2015 treat you? What are your goals for 2016?
It’s called the festive season, and you go around saying things like “Merry Christmas” and “Happy Holidays” to each other. But the truth is, the holidays can be downright depressing, even if you’re not clinically depressed. And to make matters worse, you’re expected to plaster a smile on your face for days at a time and act cheerful. No one wants to spend Christmas and New Year’s with Debbie Downer.
Over the years, I’ve figured out that there are a few things I can do to make the holidays a little more bearable when I’m feeling down. They don’t come with any guarantees, unfortunately, but I’d like to share them with you in the hopes that they might work for you.
Put some music on. Not Christmas music, unless you have a genuine passion for it. But something that makes you smile. 80s pop and glam metal is my usual choice because it’s so gloriously over-the-top. Use headphones if the rest of your house won’t apppreciate it.
Take some time out for yourself. This can be difficult, especially if you have to spend time with multiple sets of families over Christmas. But sometimes a few minutes alone in the bathroom can help you face the world again.
Keep a journal. I actually think everyone could benefit from doing this all year round, but if you’re likely to feel depressed these holidays, grab a notebook and record everything you’re thinking and feeling. It doesn’t have to make sense; it’s just for you, and you might find that writing it all down helps you come to terms with it.
Do something creative or artistic. This year, I wrote a therapeutic three-chord song on my guitar called My Suicide Note Will Ruin You Like You Ruined Me; and in the tradition of one of my favourite bands, The Gaslight Anthem, the title does not appear in the song at all. However, if crocheting or adult colouring books are more your thing, try to indulge in that over the holidays.
Do you have any tips for getting through the festive season?
As you’ve probably heard, Star Wars: Episode VII — The Force Awakens just came out. As a Star Wars fan who went by the pseudonym Kenobi in high school and now has Princess Leia tattooed on her thigh, I was counting down the days until I finally got to see this highly anticipated movie at a midnight screening in Perth today.
I decided against doing a proper review because a) that would likely include spoilers, which most people who are planning to see the movie are trying to avoid, and b) there are already plenty of reviews by actual movie reviewers.
Instead, here are 10 thoughts I had while watching Star Wars: The Force Awakens. I’ve tried not to give too much away, but if you’d like to be completely surprised and you haven’t seen it yet, then stop reading:
Got my stormtrooper 3D glasses on and a Padawan braid in my hair. I feel like a little kid again. This is gonna be great!
That score, that yellow opening crawl… It’s like coming home.
Jakku looks a lot like Tatooine. And Lor San Tekka reminds me of old Ben Kenobi. And I see the old “hide it in the droid” tactic is still in play.
Finn is an intriguing character. I wouldn’t mind an origin story about the new generation of stormtroopers.
It’s the Millennium Falcon! We are home.
Rey kicks some major butt. I think she’s my new idol.
That blue lightsaber is the one Obi-Wan Kenobi gave to Luke Skywalker in A New Hope, right? The one Luke lost in The Empire Strikes Back when Darth Vader cut his arm off? Did someone go scavenging around Bespin and find it? Was Luke’s dead arm there with it?!
There’s a lot of deja vu in this movie.
The acting is pretty damn good, though.
Did they really make Mark Hamill lose weight for this? He’s in a robe, not a catsuit!
I’m not sure you can tell by those 10 thoughts, but I actually loved The Force Awakens. Then again, I loved the prequels (Revenge of the Sith is my favourite Star Wars film) and the fourth Indiana Jones movie, so make of that what you will. 🙂
I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember. I’ve wanted to be an author since I was about five or six years old. One of the reasons is because I was so shy, and writing was the only way I knew how to communicate and express myself. However, pursuing a career as a writer involves a lot more than just putting pen to paper (or fingers to keys). Whether you’re traditionally or independently published, the marketing of your book is your responsibility. And that means putting yourself out there, which isn’t easy for a lot of people, especially if they’re like me.
A few weeks ago, Ava Jae — author of upcoming science fiction YA novel Beyond the Red and the vlogger behind bookishpixie — posted this video, On Authoring and Social Anxiety. It definitely struck a chord with me.
I always knew I was more than “just shy”, but it wasn’t until I was in counselling for depression last year that I started to see how crippling my avoidance of social situations had been. There are so many friendships and opportunities I miss out on simply because people forget I’m there, or think I’m not interested, or don’t understand why introverts can’t just get over it and be more like extroverts. I even had a teacher tell me my parents were obviously spoiling me at home because I thought I was too good to interact with the other kids; evidently not realising or caring that I didn’t know how to interact with them.
And frankly, I don’t think it’ll ever be easy for me. I’m never going to adore public speaking. I’m never going to be the world’s greatest conversationalist. I’m never going to think an unsolicited phone call is a superior way of contacting someone than an email or a text message. But I’m better than I was. And any small step towards making my dream a reality is a step I’m willing to take.
The truth is, I love people and one of the reasons I’m striving to be published (instead of just writing in my journals) is because I want to connect with people. And I think I have something worth saying. But readers will ultimately be the judge of that. 🙂
It’s Day 4 of NaNoWriMo and I have 3078 words. I don’t think I’ll get to 50,000 by November 30 and I’m trying not to worry about it. I know people who can easily knock out 5000 words in a couple of hours but I’ve never been a particularly prolific writer in terms of word count. What worked for my last novel, Black and Blue — and what I’m trying to do with this new one — is be consistent by writing something each day. Even if it’s just a scene, or a paragraph.
There’s no single way to write a novel. You have to figure out what works for you, and NaNoWriMo is a good way to do that, even if you don’t “win”. With all the writers around the world supporting one other during NaNo, it’s the encouragement a lot of people need to start writing a novel… and how else will you know how you write novels until you actually do it?
If I’m honest with myself, the novel I started this month — which currently has the working title Next of Kin — feels rather pedestrian. It could be natural self-doubt, it could be the fact that writing Black and Blue was such an intense experience, or it could be that Next of Kin is indeed dreadful. I’ll know soon enough.
I have a rough idea of where I think the story is going, but I’ve already been surprised by the appearance of an unexpected character, who feels important (but I’m not sure how or why yet).
I want to talk about grief. By definition, it’s the reaction one has to losing something. But it’s a fascinating process, because it’s different for everyone, and so many people have an opinion on it, e.g.
“Haven’t you moped around long enough? Get over it.”
“How can you be over it already? It obviously didn’t mean much to you.”
“Look at all the other people in the world whose lives are worse than yours. How dare you be unhappy.”
“You didn’t know him/her as well or as long as I did, so you don’t have the right to grieve.”
Those weren’t direct quotes, but my friends and I have been told some variation of all of those things over the course of our lives. But grieving processes will vary, from person to person, from situation to situation. And that’s perfectly okay.
I used to think moving on from something meant it didn’t hurt anymore. But it doesn’t mean that at all. Moving on is accepting that you’ll always have a hole in your heart because you’ve lost something that can’t be replaced, and then getting to a place where you can still live in spite of that.
I could be dead today. I’ve struggled with suicidal ideation on and off for ten years, and for most of that time I was alone because my crippling shyness made it hard to make close, meaningful friendships with anyone. (However, I’m determined to ensure it won’t stop me from doing all the things I need to do to be an author.) But for various reasons, I’ve survived to this point, even though I often wondered why until this year.
I had a moment of clarity in April, when I read Dani Shapiro’s blog post On What it Takes. In it, she talks about the books she had to write (even though everyone told her not to), and admitted she cries every day. I try not to seek or depend on validation from others, but the truth was, her admission gave me the space to feel okay about my crying. And the “feeling okay” was incredibly liberating.
I’ve shed countless tears while writing my work-in-progress novel and I’m sure there’ll be many more to come (I just finished my second draft). I have no idea how my manuscript will be received when I’m ready to send it out to agents and publishers. All I know is that this particular book gnawed at me, demanding that I write it until I did. I’ve poured my heart and soul into it, taking the emotions I once thought would kill me, and crafting them into a story that I hope will resonate with readers. Dani’s blog post also talked about making something out of nothing, and I guess that’s what I try to do too.
As I continued to write, it hit me that I may have an unfillable hole in my heart, but I also have a reason for living, and that’s my writing. Even if this manuscript is never published, I’ve learnt a lot about myself for having written it. I used to think only other people could finish something so big. I used to think I couldn’t live without my best friend. I used to think I’d be dead before my 25th birthday. But bit by bit, I’m proving myself wrong (I’m almost 27). And it feels good. The act of putting pen to paper, and fingers to keyboard, gives me so much purpose. And if someday my work helps someone going through their own battles, then all the tears and bruises and pain will have been more than worth it.
Today is World Suicide Prevention Day and R U OK? Day in Australia. Of course we should try to look out for one another and listen without judgment all the time, but days like this are good for raising awareness in the community.
The novel I’ve been working on deals with depression, anxiety and self-harm. I hope someday I will get it published and it will help start important conversations about mental health. But whether I achieve that or not, talking about mental health and removing the stigma around it is so, so important.
No one tells you to “just get over it” if you have a physical illness. With mental illness, you’re told it’s all in your head, as if that makes it less real. This week, it was revealed that AFL star Lance “Buddy” Franklin is suffering from a mental health condition and won’t play in his team’s qualifying final. While he’s received a lot of support, I’ve also seen comments on social media along the lines of “Hard to feel sorry for someone with so much money” and “If he can’t handle being famous he shouldn’t have become a footballer”. All this is ignorance (or douchebaggery) that I hope future generations don’t have to put up with.
It’s okay to say you’re not okay. I’m no longer ashamed to say that I wasn’t for a long time. But I got help, and now I’m doing a lot better. So please talk to a friend or family member, or call Lifeline (or the equivalent crisis support line in your area), or see your doctor. But don’t suffer in silence.
One week ago, after several false starts and many tears, I finally finished the first draft of my novel.
It’s a good feeling, but there’s still a long way to go. I’m getting my manuscript workshopped by an awesome beta reading group next month, and I’m trying not to look at or think about it too much before then. Based on the feedback I receive from the beta readers, I’ll probably write a second draft before putting it away for a few months so I can come back to it fresh. I will most likely need a few redrafts before I’m ready to query agents and publishers. And there’s no guarantee it will even get published. Many authors’ first published novels are not actually the first novels they’ve written.
While I take a break from my first manuscript, I’ve started a rough outline of what might be my second. My theory is that having something else in the works will make the rejections less soul-destroying, but we’ll see. 😉
In the meantime, I’ve come up with three things I learned by finishing the first draft. They’re obviously writer-focused, but I think the broad lessons are applicable to other areas of life.
If something is important to you, you have to make time for it.
A lot of people talk about wanting to write a book. Most of them never start, let alone finish one. If you’re serious about it, you need to make time to write, and prioritise your writing over other things. I don’t mean abandon your kids and stop going to the job that’s keeping a roof over your head. But if you take a good hard look at your day, there are probably things you can do less of, like watching TV and surfing the internet. Then set some time aside specifically for writing (or whatever your goals are).
The perfect circumstances for something are never going to happen. For years, I wrote the occasional flash fiction but never made much progress with any novels I attempted. I’d told myself it was because I was too tired and didn’t have enough time to write. But the truth is, I simply didn’t want it enough back then to make any sacrifices for it.
Break big goals into smaller ones.
Writing a novel is a daunting task. Many writers have daily word targets, and if that works for you, go for it. For me, setting a goal like “I must write 2000 words today” just made me feel bad about how little I was writing and how slowly things were going.
Maybe it’s because numbers scare me (Contrary to most Asian stereotypes, I suck at maths) but my most effective goals were things like “I’m going to write that scene about X today” or “I have 20 minutes before dinner; let’s see how much I can write before then”.
There were days I opened up my manuscript and eked out a hundred words or so. There were days when I easily cranked out a couple of thousand. There were days when I wrote nothing, but maybe had an epiphany about how I could solve a particular problem with one of the characters. But each of those days brought me a tiny bit closer to the end of that first draft.
Writers often talk about “plotters” vs “pantsers”. Plotters outline their novel before they begin, and I know of authors who have colour-coded spreadsheets of every scene before they’ve written a word. Pantsers, on the other hand, fly at the seat of their pants without much of a plan at all. I think most writers lie somewhere between these two extremes, but I was always closer to pantsing than plotting, believing that plotting would stifle my creativity.
However, about 12 chapters in, I decided to try plotting. Using Scrivener, I mapped out chapter by chapter, scene by scene, for the rest of the novel. It took me a few frustrating hours. But after that, I was much more productive because when I sat down to write, I could just write — instead of staring at the screen for half an hour trying to figure out what scenes were needed to get from Point A to Point B.
I’m not telling you to write a certain way. There’s no one way to write a novel, and you need to figure out what works for you. But the things that work for you might not be what you expected, so be open to trying things a new or different way.
Hope that helps you in some way! What are your goals?