Friday, 5 October 2012

Writers Who Write

Anyone seen Californication?

Great series starring David 'Will-anyone-ever-see-me-as-anyone-other-than-Mulder Duchovny.

(EDIT - David is SO much more Hank than Mulder in real life!)

David plays Hank Moody, a writer who wrote one book, then, hmmmm, doesn't seem to write ever. Like ever.

Except occasionally.

(Sounds a lot like me).

It's a funny series, highly sexual, a kind of bloke's version of 'Sex And The City,' except every time I watch it, despite his amusing adventures, all I think is :

'Okay, he's shagging another stunning broad, good for him, but shouldn't he be writing?'

So shouldn't I BE WRITING?

I can be very lazy.


Current update!

I have THREE ongoing projects for my first full length novel, and I do look at them from time to time, but I have to admit, since my publisher dissolved the company, I've lost my motivation.

Not my inspiration. My motivation.

Big difference, people. (Non literary people (or non English speaking people), go get a dictionary)

Ideas are never the problem. I have ideas coming outta my........ahem, X Box. I get story ideas arguing with my beautiful wife. I get ideas watching my mates do 'things-they-shouldnt-do' (I'm no rat!)

Ideas aren't the problem. It's nailing them to the page that proves difficult.

I can't remember who said it, but a famous person once said :

'Ideas are perfect. They're pure, unfettered, uncomplicated. As you start to write, you should start to question how badly you can fuck up that great idea.'

Nowadays, I'd be happy just to be bothered to fuck up a great idea.

But it's not all doom and gloom.

I've decided to get an agent.

Yep. I am selling my screenplays. Scripts. Movies.

I'll always be a story teller, a novel writer, but why not sell something to Hollywood in the meantime, eh?

If I can be bothered to go to a meeting with Spielberg.

(I sleep late on Saturdays, just so you know, Mr Spielberg).

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