Tuesday, 4 March 2014

Writers, courses and word count



4 March

Last night I sat and worked just how many words I have written, well, at least I tried to. This blog now stands at 450,000 words; the four novels I have on Amazon, plus the NANO effort from last year bring it up to just short of 900,000 words. But that's not the end of it is it, not by a long way. I have a number of other works that are far from finished.

The new Fred Cooper novel is at around 40,000 words, then there's Happyman at around 50,000 words. I have a folder on my 'puter desktop with 11 or 12 story ideas that I'm hopping will lead to new novels. And don't forget all the note books lying around the place. There's one here by the 'puter, another by my armchair and another by the bed. Both cameras have one as do both cars. There's so much stuff in them that I have no idea how many words there are. The final count therefore is unknown.

In Writing Magazine there's an article a month ago about when is a writer a writer. The basic answer is that a person who writes is a writer. OK, fine. But who does that include? Is a student a writer? What about someone who writes to numerous pen pals across the world and those who now use email to do that same job? What of secretaries in an office? I ask this because I'm sure that I was a writer in the late 1960s and through the 1970s while I was in the Army. There I would write long sprawling letters home to my parents and to a few pen pals I had at that time. I also kept an diary/journal thing for several years and have tried it a few times since then too.

Years ago I began studying a theology diploma run by the Baptist Union. I gained that with few problems. The word counts were around a couple of hundreds to start with but soon they were asking for up to 2,000 words. To start with I was struggling to fill 200 words, by the end I was struggling to keep to the 2,000 word limit. As well as theology I also learned others lesson during it. One in particular was about the 10 Plagues of Egypt where I said that the plagues in and of themselves were not that big an event. My tutor wrote, 'Try putting yourself in the shoes of the Israelite slaves!' OK, point taken, be careful how you word things. I later went to gain a second theological diploma from London Bible College. Several courses at the local college came and went too, all with decent passes.       

Then in 1996 I began studying humanities with the Open University. The assignments for the degree I did ranged for a few hundred words to the longest one at 4,000 words. Now here's the thing, those OU assignments were much more structured and I believe that is where I learned to write properly. So you may be wondering what is the point of all rambling along. Basically it's back to the start and word counts. How can any of us really know how many words we have written? We can't can we. But I do believe that if someone has done so many courses and so on, not necessarily writing course, before they start writing novels, short stories or magazine articles, then they are a writers.

And so to a photo ... 

The harbour at Cushenden, Co; Antrim.

A school funny today ...

TEACHER: Donald, what is the chemical formula for water?
DONALD: H I J K L M N O.
TEACHER: What are you talking about?
DONALD: Yesterday you said it's H to O.                

Monday, 3 March 2014

More rain, the peace divi and I'm glad my name isn't Little Johnnie



3 March

Monday morning dawned bright and sunny; now at 2.50 it's cloudy and will soon be raining yet again. Good job really seeing as we haven't had much so far this year!

A few days ago I was ranting on about the so called 'peace dividend' and how I thought that the problem of Ukraine might be a threat that would make the dividend look more like a folly. Today's News At One was saying that Russia has already claimed the Crimea. What will Daft Dave do when they go for East for Ukraine as seems likely? Sit there threatening sanctions I suppose. Sanctions haven't proved all that useful when used against 3rd World countries so I doubt they will do much good against Russia. And don't forget folks, Russia is now a whole new country now, not broken, chocked leader of the Soviet Union days.

Haggis Hague is claiming that the current problem in Ukraine is the biggest crisis to hit Europe in the 21st Century - really? How? Ukraine is not part of Europe, and Russia is bigger than Europe anyway with part of it the Far East. And, come on, we are 14 years into the 21st Century so such claims are a bit OTT don't you think? You certainly can't claim the Euro problem to be a European crisis can you, after all, it only effected a number of states not all of them. And Britain wasn't effected at all.

Britain had a large number of troops in West Germany, the BAOR. This has been cut down by thousands now but one of the main infantry troop carriers at that time was the 432 Armed Personnel Carrier. At some time they all broke down and it was another version of the 432 that revered them ...

I got this shot a few years ago at military vehicle show at Keble Airfield.


The Sage has spoken ...

Little Johnny watched his daddy's car pass by the school playground and go into the woods. Curious, he followed the car and saw Daddy and Aunt Jane in a passionate embrace.
Little Johnny found this so exciting that he could hardly contain himself as he ran home and started to tell his mother. 'Mummy, I was at the playground and I saw Daddy's car go into the woods with Aunt Jane. I went back to look and he was giving Aunt Jane a big kiss, and then he helped her take off her shirt. Then Aunt Jane helped Daddy take his pants off, then Aunt Jane...'
At this point Mummy cut him off and said, 'Johnny, this is such an interesting story, lets save the rest of it for supper time. I want to see the look on Daddy's face when you tell it tonight.'
At the dinner table that evening, Mummy asked Little Johnny to tell his story. Johnny started his story, 'I was at the playground and I saw Daddy's car go into the woods with Aunt Jane. I went back to look and he was giving Aunt Jane a big kiss, then he helped her take off her shirt. Then Aunt Jane helped Daddy take his pants off, then Aunt Jane and Daddy started doing the same thing that Mummy and Uncle Bill used to do when Daddy was away on the oil rigs.'
Mummy fainted!
Moral:
Sometimes you need to just shut up and listen to the whole story before you interrupt!      

Sunday, 2 March 2014

DSA, films, and music



2 March

It seems I made a bit of a cock up yesterday; well, not cock-up as such but a DSA attack really. This was in miss reading the comment about at Joe Louis. He wasn't born in 1949, he retired in 1949. Some mistake eh? I also thought that Jan would claim gold crest and tree creeper at Coombe yesterday, well, she didn't. She didn't see much of anything really. Oh yes - DSA = Dyslexia Strikes Again!

That NetFlix thing is pretty good. We've only used it for around a week and we've watched around 15 films so far. Most of them are what SciFi Channel puts our or Channel five tends to show on weekend afternoon. Those of us of a certain age would probably remember them as the B support film for the main title film at the cinema. Today for instance we've just watched Close Encounters, one of my all time favourite films.

But I've been wondering ... the part of Close Encounters I like best is the music sequence where the 'puter learns to speak Grayling. The theme was written by John Williams, you can hardly not get that from listening to it can you? Here's what I have been thinking though ... just how much does a film rely on its music to instil atmosphere and drama? think about the Parry Hotters, the Jurassic Parks, Star Wars and oh so many more. Would they have been such big box office hits if the music was poor. I remember another film that I saw ages ago which that was rather poor really. Two youngsters out in the mid west killing and robbing, Martin Sheen was in it I think. But what I remember most was the theme music, not the film. See what I mean ... ... ...

And so for a photo ... 

Town Crier bar in Coventry.

Today's funny ...

 In the Pub the other day I was telling that old joke about what you do if you see an epileptic having a fit in the bath.
Answer; throw in your washing.
We were having a laugh about this, when this big bloke tapped me on the shoulder and said "I don't find that very funny. My brother was an epileptic and he died in the bath during one of his fits."
I said "Sorry mate. Did he drown?"
"No," he said, "he choked on a sock."

Saturday, 1 March 2014

Birding with Kile, feeling better and Joe Louise



1 March

Yesterday when I got up I felt even worse than on Thursday. It slowly eased off by about 2pm. By 8.30 it had all come back on. By that time we sat watching Starship Troopers on NetFlix and as Kile is with us, I didn't want to be seen running off to bed early. I got up feeling OK this morning and I'm hoping that will continue.

Jan has Kile out birding at the minute and that leaves me very jealous. They first went to Brandon Marsh but it's very badly flooded or has deep mud over the paths. They have now headed over to Coombe Abbey where the paths a not muddy at any time. They should do OK there. I  bet she manages to get gold crest and tree creeper while she's there ;-)))

Strange dream this morning as I was wake up. I was being conned into paying over money I didn't owe to two solicitors and I was refusing to be caught by it. So they changed tack and tried blackmailing me - by showing me a photo of me and Jan having a cuddle taken through the windows of our flat. I began laughing and then I heard Jan calling me ... ... ... just after 9 that was. When I think about it though, that dream is tame by my standards. I normally have very dark or very vivid dreams. One day I shall have enough to turn one into a decent story eh? That would be fun ... ... ...

And to the Telegraph for today who informs us that Joe Louis was born today in 1949 making him 64 today - if he's still alive today that is. Not only that but 12 months ago today hoss meat was found in some processed foods, including those made by Birdseye.

I know what photo for today ... 

An Egyptian goose, one of the birds Jan and Kile should see today.

And guess what - The Sage has spoken ...

An Irishman who had a little too much to drink is driving home from the city one night and,
of course, his car is weaving violently all over the road. A cop pulls him over.
"So," says the cop to the driver, where have ya been?" 
" Why, I've been to the pub of course," slurs the drunk.
" Well," says the cop, "it looks like you've had quite a few to drink this evening."
"I did all right," the drunk says with a smile.
"Did you know," says the cop, standing straight and folding his arms across his chest,
"that a few intersections back, your wife fell out of your car?" 
"Oh, thank heavens," sighs the drunk. "For a minute there, I thought I'd gone deaf