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I wrote a post over on Write Anything about the joy of reading and I wanted to expand a little on my points and personalise my words, in part to contextualise them and also to explain where I'm coming from.
In the post, I say that it's vital that writers read in their genre in order to know its conventions, and to ensure their work avoids falling into the 'parody' trap. For example, I can always tell when someone has written a steampunk story without having read any steampunk because they include the major stylistic elements, but without any of the 'punch' that puts the punk into the genre's name. Steampunk is more than just brass and cogs. If you read enough of the genre, you'll know what to include - and what to leave out. You'll also know what's been done before.
I also say that it's important that writers familiarise themselves with how other writers use language, but in essence, it's important that writers understand how to string words together. I've read a wide variety of work from a range of periods, genres and writers and I like to think it's influenced the way that I use language. A lot of novice writers write in the way that they speak, but it's important to
Yet there's more to it than that. Reading should be enjoyable. If reading a book feels like a real chore, then ditch the book. Life is too short and there are too many books in the world to waste your time reading crap. I can honestly say that ever since I got my Kindle, I've definitely been reading a lot more. I've divided my reading time between the free classics such as Phantom of the Opera or Jane Eyre (which I'm currently reading), and the books I've bought that are written by my writer friends. I read those texts related to my PhD while commuting, but when I want to get some reading done before bed, out comes the Kindle.
A lot of people say, somewhat piously I think, that they'll never give up real books, usually quoting something about the smell/feel of a physical book, but as far as I'm concerned, a book is a book, regardless of the medium. I love the smell of physical books as much as the next person, and I'd happily live in Barter Books in Alnwick, but my Kindle means I can carry many books in my bag, instead of one, and it's a lot lighter than most paperbacks. OK so a book will never run out of battery and it's not the end of the world if a book gets wet, but having my Kindle has really altered how much, when, and where I read.
Plus it looks awesome in its Frankenstein case.
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Sunday, 11 July 2010
The Unenviable Position of the Girl at the Crossroads
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The universe don't look too kindly on suicides though. No heaven, no hell, not for me. I get to remember all of this while I lie here. I can hear voices up there right now. Two men, arguing about what direction they should go in. I could tell 'em, give 'em directions, but I can't move from where I am. I'm pinned in this box with a metal spike. Trapped in a box, six feet under the crossroads. Lying here, until Judgement Day."
Image by Dominic Alves.
Here's my short flash fiction for this week's #SpokenSunday Audioboo. It's called The Unenviable Position of the Girl at the Crossroads, which I got from my good friend Sophie Bowley-Aicken as part of our title swap. I gave her the title of Two Flags Flapping In The Wind, which you can find on her blog, here.
I've also decided to post a transcribed version, too, just in case you can't listen to audio! (That might be best, actually, since I inexplicably decided to record it in a regional accent that is not my own!)
"I remember hearing the death sentence. I remember the magistrate's face as he delivered it. He knew those charges of witchcraft were rubbish, but he had no choice. The town needed a scapegoat, and that old bag down the valley delivered me. Burnt at the stake. Why me? Why not some other soul? Well I weren't going to let them burn me alive. They left me in the cell overnight and I cut my wrists. I figured I'd die my way, not theirs. I think my jailer left the glass for me. He knew I weren't guilty.
Image by Dominic Alves.
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Thursday, 4 March 2010
Happy World Book Day!
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World Book Day is marked by over 100 countries around the globe, and originates from Catalonia. Books have been given as gifts on St George's Day for over 80 years, and most countries will be holding World Book Day on 23 April. However, the UK and Ireland like to be different, so our World Book Day is today!
Reading is a wonderful pastime and a brilliant way to help children learn, and understand the world around them. Why not give a book to a child you know? Check out the World Book Day site to find out what specially produced £1 books are available. (Make sure you let their parents know so you don't get accused of anything underhand!) Happy reading!
Reading is a wonderful pastime and a brilliant way to help children learn, and understand the world around them. Why not give a book to a child you know? Check out the World Book Day site to find out what specially produced £1 books are available. (Make sure you let their parents know so you don't get accused of anything underhand!) Happy reading!
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Thursday, 18 February 2010
Strange things are afoot at the circle K...
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Hello, all. Apologies for the absence - many things are afoot in the crazy world of Icy at the moment. I just got engaged to my fabulous other half, I've gotten involved with the very excellent Chinese Whisperings project, I'm trying (and succeeding) to keep up with my reading (I'm onto my second book of February - first was John Marks' Fangland, now it's Jasper Fforde's Lost in a Good Book), and I'm learning Russian.
Still, I am a writer, and you'll (hopefully) be glad to know that I'm actually writing again. Not only am I redrafting my beloved novel, Fowlis Westerby, I'm also going to be doing something slightly new. At the end of January, I posted a flash fiction called Still Running, and it got a lot of people asking questions on Twitter. It seems that people wanted to know more, so I've decided to write an online serial, using my flash as a starting point! I'll be starting a new blog purely for this purpose, and I am to post a new installment every Friday...starting tomorrow!
Call back, won't you, and check it out...
(In lieu of any relevant stock imagery to accompany this post, I decided to go with a photo of my own, purely because I like it. It was taken inside Dover Castle last summer...)
Still, I am a writer, and you'll (hopefully) be glad to know that I'm actually writing again. Not only am I redrafting my beloved novel, Fowlis Westerby, I'm also going to be doing something slightly new. At the end of January, I posted a flash fiction called Still Running, and it got a lot of people asking questions on Twitter. It seems that people wanted to know more, so I've decided to write an online serial, using my flash as a starting point! I'll be starting a new blog purely for this purpose, and I am to post a new installment every Friday...starting tomorrow!
Call back, won't you, and check it out...
(In lieu of any relevant stock imagery to accompany this post, I decided to go with a photo of my own, purely because I like it. It was taken inside Dover Castle last summer...)
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