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Aug. 21st, 2011 11:21 amOne thing I will do with the Aurealis Awards is give you a book count. You get to know how many books I have read in a given week. This week it's four.
I am quite mean and won't tell anyone except the other judges what books they are or what I think of them.
Anyhow, that's it for Aurealis until this evening (having done my morning's reading) and now I get to write my very own bad fiction! It might even be my very own good fiction. I've been doing thinking and drafting this week and it's about time I worked through some of my notes and turned it into novel. This is all tricky stuff - interwoven with what's already there. This is because my mind refuses to work in a straight chronological fashion on this work, even though it's narrated in a straight chronological fashion. It's like working on an embroidery, doing one colour and then another and the whole thing looks many shapes before it makes a whole.
This afternoon is all about Conflux, so I might have to get a move on. I don't want to get a move on. I want to chat all over the internet and annoy people. This is because I've discovered the concept of a day off, but I haven't quite worked out how to do realise this concept. Maybe this holiday I'm taking around Jewish New Year will do the trick*.
Do I always put vital information in my footnotes? Quite possibly. Now I wend novelwards, to put vital information in my fiction.
*Or maybe not, since during it I'm now giving a seminar on Medieval Masculinities and emotions and modern fiction writing for the Monash Medieval and Renaissance Seminar. By 'now' I mean that we discussed it at Leeds and it is on the calendar.
I am quite mean and won't tell anyone except the other judges what books they are or what I think of them.
Anyhow, that's it for Aurealis until this evening (having done my morning's reading) and now I get to write my very own bad fiction! It might even be my very own good fiction. I've been doing thinking and drafting this week and it's about time I worked through some of my notes and turned it into novel. This is all tricky stuff - interwoven with what's already there. This is because my mind refuses to work in a straight chronological fashion on this work, even though it's narrated in a straight chronological fashion. It's like working on an embroidery, doing one colour and then another and the whole thing looks many shapes before it makes a whole.
This afternoon is all about Conflux, so I might have to get a move on. I don't want to get a move on. I want to chat all over the internet and annoy people. This is because I've discovered the concept of a day off, but I haven't quite worked out how to do realise this concept. Maybe this holiday I'm taking around Jewish New Year will do the trick*.
Do I always put vital information in my footnotes? Quite possibly. Now I wend novelwards, to put vital information in my fiction.
*Or maybe not, since during it I'm now giving a seminar on Medieval Masculinities and emotions and modern fiction writing for the Monash Medieval and Renaissance Seminar. By 'now' I mean that we discussed it at Leeds and it is on the calendar.