Things she said…
Monday, May 4, 2015
Got a book fix in the mail today from Dymocks. Included in the haul were two of Helen Garner's works. I grabbed True Stories first - her writing about writing book. Only a few pages in and I'm feeling depressed. She is a writer made for writing with a treasure trove of life experience to draw from. I have nothing of the personal trials and tribulation she has triumphed through. I never dropped out of uni (never went to uni to drop out of). Never was a single parent. Never suffered a horrid disease. Taken drugs. Fell in and out of love. As she has. I'm just a few pages in and I feel like a fraudster thinking I can write anything with substance. I may have to murder someone (Gone Girl style) to get some cred.
Sunday, May 3, 2015
Technically I've already written something today (see left) so that ticks that box.
Saturday, May 2, 2015.
Well what do you know I'm writing for a second day in a row. And this is after a big Friday night with a broken footed friend and a bottle of St Hugo, a 5am alarm and a trip to Glen Innes to shoot men in chain mail, kilts and toting bagpipes at the annual Celtic Festival. (One of the images is on the left). I came away with the distinct impression that, given the right opportunity, men will happily dress up in tunics and skirts and put on hats with feathers in them and wear makeup. And do it all with distinctly masculine flair. Best of the cosplay bunch - the New England Medieval Arts Society. Handy with a sword and absolutely the nicest people since the Dark Ages.
Friday, May 1, 2015.
I like to walk. Preferably in the rain and up a hill which makes walking a challenge seeing as I live in a relatively flat place on the driest continent in the world (not including Antarctica which is technically dry if you know what I mean). Anyway, I like to walk and when I do I listen to podcasts (brilliant inventions) about anything and everything. Last week I listened to a podcast about neutrinos (possibly because Prof Brian Cox was doing the talking and he's delightful on the ears) and today I listened to one about writer Helen Garner's new-ish book about the guy who drove into a dam and drowned his three children. Not a subject I wanted to hear about but the thing that I enjoyed and which has me writing this now is her take on writing. And the practice of writing.
I'm a writer. No, let me re-phrase that. I am a former journalist (not exactly what I call a writer) a former romance would-be novelist (again not what I would call a writer) and now I'm a photographer which is closer to being a writer than I've ever been before but still isn't quite the thing.
So today I'm taking Ms Garner's excellent advice and practicing to be a writer by well... writing. She suggested a good way to practice is by keeping a diary. She does and is as the point now where she'd die if she missed a sentence or two ... she didn't exactly say the words but I got the impression that for her, writing and breathing are interchangeable.
I decided to write something here each day (now I'm scaring myself) to try and hone some discipline and develop the habit of practicing structure and word smithing. And look at that. My Mac is telling me smithing is not a word.
Anyway, I think this is a good place to start being a bit more writerly (ha! another non word) with a sort of framework and I suspect no audience which suits me very well.
Not a good start but a start which is good enough. Hopefully tomorrow I'll have something more interesting to say or ever better say anything in an interesting way.
Last week saw another successful Ufocus photography tour - this time with the theme being Heritage. We went north to the rural heartland of Upper Horton and visited, along the way, the area's links with the first explorers, the pioneer farmers, the industrial revolution and First World War.
The next Ufocus workshop I'll be involved with is the upcoming Photojournalism school which begins on April 23.
Contact Ufocus.net for details.
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