haters gonna hate – even the shit i be proud of, yeah?


August 2014

dazed nymph in the n.o.x – skullflower

That’s me finished the first draft of this serial killer novel. It’s been a blast, but I’m glad to see the back of it, if I’m a hundred percent honest. Five, six weeks inside the imaginary skulls of some pretty damn sick little monkeys, was more than enough.

I’m aware it needs a fair bit of work (in the pool a couple of hours ago, I thought of an attribute for one of my central characters) but that’s for next year at the earliest.

Once I’ve nailed this puppy to the floor, I’m going back to work on October’s novel.

I’m also brushing up on characterization for my revision. I don’t think it’s possible to know too much about the core of writing – plot, setting and character. And, in this case, several important characters have broken free of their moorings and are drifting dangerously.

I’m also casting about for a new way to approach November’s NaNo. That special something that’ll make forcing out another fifty thousand word anal boulder new, fresh and vital.

In other news, the Bitter Together lot have really excelled themselves with their latest advert. Pitched, one assumes, at women too stupid to be as racist and bigoted as last week’s ‘ordeniry wommens’. Or maybe in their vision of Scotland-yet-to-come, all our women are to have boob jobs and lobotomies – Stepford-style.

Across fife, there are loads of people walking around with ‘AYE’ badges, massive signs outside a few houses, flags with ‘YES’ printed on them. Occasionally, one sees a wee ‘naw’ sticker on a bus stop but that’s about it. Up by Loch Lomond and the Trossachs, however, there are loads of ‘naw’ signs. Practically every field has one. The rural posh probably don’t need to be told they’re shit-thick to want to hang on to all that wealth, power and privilege. And I hope to Christ there’s more of us than there is of them, come next month.

It just remains to be seen now whether enough people actually get off their arses to vote in next month’s referendum. Whoever wins, it’s going to be close. Hopefully, there’s enough depth of feeling to get enough people out there to make their ‘aye’ X and we can kiss Westminster and all its criminals goodbye.

And hopefully, in an independent Scotland, oil revenues will bring in enough hard cash to re-educate all the ‘ordeniry wommens’. Teach them how to discuss matters that are troubling them.


it’s the new thing – the fall

Just one more month to go before the referendum and Project Fear seems to be working, sadly. Otherwise intelligent and reasonable people are suckling the media’s sorry teats, lapping up every word of the propaganda, designed to maintain the status quo.
The ‘aye’ camp have economic plans, the nawbags seem to have nothing but hand-wringing, Cassandra-like prophecies of doom and bad-mouthing Alex Salmond. As if the whole of a nation’s freedom could be summed up by not liking one particular politician.
The scots invented a hell of a lot of what passes for the modern world. We’re the techno-hardy end of Britain. The scots were early adopters of all the new audio-visual technology as it came onto the market throughout the eighties. Dunfermline, near where I live is a hotspot for that sort of thing and the supermarkets and bus-shelter ads proudly proclaim new products long before the rest of the country gets their hands on them. (coffee-flavoured Pepsi, anyone?)
If we can just separate from these homo neophobes, Scotland could rebuild its manufacturing industry, get on with the business of inventing, discovering and creating a whole bunch of new shit for the coming century. We’re a decade-and-a-half into it already and this is our one big chance.
It’s not going to be plain sailing obviously, even in the event of a ‘naw’ vote, Scotland will be punished for having the temerity to even suggest that we might be better off not having our blood sucked for the south east of England’s cocaine lifestyle.
And, should we have the sense to vote ‘aye’, we can expect dirty tricks from the men who would be king for at least twenty years. But we can do it. All it takes is a bit of bottle next month and a bit of hard work for a few years afterwards. This is doable.
I went to see Charles Stross recently and he mentioned that he has a book in the pipeline that he can’t finish off because he has no idea whether Scotland will be independent or not by the time the book comes out. I’m experiencing something similar with the serial killer book I’m working on just now. All my economic background is pretty up-in-the-air just now as by the time this sees the light of day, Scotland could be a very different place. Or maybe it’ll just be the same. Only worse.
I wonder where my head will be at – and what I’ll be writing come November’s NaNo. Will we still be celebrating our freedom or still drinking to make the despair appear smaller?

thank christ for the bomb – the groundhogs

I lost my rucksack – on a train, this time. Tablet PC, charger, a couple of pen-drives, glasses, ear-plugs, headphones, a bunch of leads ‘n’ cables and general shit. I really am getting stupider.

The Queen of Swords drove me to Dunfermline, where the guy we spoke to was seriously helpful, then to Edinburgh, where everyone was extremely helpful. Unfortunately, the train containing my bag was, by then, almost in Dundee.

We hung around, ate food at each other and asked again. Still no sign of all my worldly goods.

This morning, I tried lost property once more. Nothing. Which must be great news for al qaeda cells everywhere. Stuff left on the overhead luggage racks will be ignored all the way into not one but two major population centres.

As the Groundhogs almost said, Thank Christ for the cloud. Everything’s backed up – including all my passwords (gods bless you, evernote) so I was able to reset all my passwords right away over my phone so nobody could buy a house or a car off the play store without my knowledge.

It’s looking like I’ve seen the last of my objects. Bad, but putting a positive spin on it, when I replace the tablet (and the thirty-two gigabyte memory card) I’ll be getting a bigger faster better one (which’ll no doubt take a sixty-four gig card).

It’s Like the glad game from ‘Pollyanna’. No matter what happens, it *could* always be a little worse, so why not focus on the positives?

The worst thing about all this is that I didn’t get any writing done yesterday. Out the house at 09:30, not back home until 22:30, too fucked to do anything more than an episode of ‘Nurse Jackie’ and bed. And by ‘bed’, I mean ‘unconcsiousness’ not ‘juicy scene from ‘Juliette’ by de Sade’.)

I caught up with the writing this morning. In fact, I’m only one hundred words behind where I ought to be today. And I’ve installed Kingsoft office on my phone, so I should be able to keep going tomorrow.

I have a few days off starting in a couple more days. Some of that time’s going to be devoted to rnr, but the rest will be spent slaving over a hot keyboard.

killer in the home – adam and the ants

I mentioned last week that I’ve completed dossiers for all four of my major characters. Actually, on closer inspection, I’d only completed three. The central character, the murderer, hasn’t got one yet. I thought I’d leave him until last and then, filled with the evangelical spirit, I forgot and started writing.

It’ll be interesting, having all my other characters nailed, whilst allowing their interactions with him to form their expectations of him.

I’ve started a twitter account for him (@ChosenSord), while I’m writing. So, as the other characters’ stories give pointers to him, he’s already tweeting in the style of taunty messages sent to the police by deranged crazed loners. So yeah, there’s a lot of me in him already.

This is a new way of characterising, which I’m enjoying so far. Since I have, as I think I’ve mentioned, the attention-span of a moth on crack, it’s important to me to find a way with each novel, to keep things fresh. Otherwise, I think I’d get bored with the whole process of writing and, I don’t know, take up Dadaist murdering instead.

This is making me think about this character in a totally different way to my other characters, creating (i think) a different feel to him compared to the others.

And I’ve had one or two limited interactions between him and some of my friends from my main twitter account (@white_cell). Hopefully, if people start conversing with him, he’ll come even more to life.

I’ve managed eight thousand words of the first draft in my first week and its started to pour out quite quickly, which is always a bonus. Hopefully I can nail this puppy to the floor by the end of the month and start on the final, final polish of dreich NOiR for publication in October.

Anyway, enough of this idle chit-chat! This violent pornography’s not going to write itself, is it?

@white_cell (real-ish person, pretty much)

@ChosenSord (imaginary fiend, ideally)

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