The List At The End Of The Universe

Blame it on getting past the halfway marker on the book but I’ve been thinking a whole lot about endings recently. A chain of thought that led from the ending of the book and spanned further outwards into how everything ends, eventually stopping in one form or another. Then I began to think about ideas and projects of my own.

It’s said that Stanley Kubrick only made one film of each genre. Whilst I’ve had a look at his filmography and that statement isn’t completely accurate there is a tendency to regard his main cannon of movies cornerstones in their particular field. His Science fiction movie was 2001, his horror The Shining, his comedy Dr Strangelove and hell knows what Eyes Wide Shut was going to be.

I have no idea if this will be the only book I ever write. For something that I felt like doing just to give it a go it’s going fairly well. Any thought that I’d have it done by the time the clocks go back has pretty much faded right now though. If it is the first and last book I ever write then at least I can say I’ve written one.

This in turn got me thinking about all the small, one time projects I could do and then never make another one of that particular type again. Then I got down to writing a list.

1X Short Film.

When I was in college one of my tutors encouraged us to write a list at the start of each week with what you hoped to achieve. He added that he always put something at the top that either you’d already done or were close to doing so you could cross it off straight away and have a psychological boost right off the bat. This would be mine. Already done, made and screened. One day I’ll stop banging on about it.

1X Feature Film

Still working on this one, script have been done but nothing picked up yet.

1X Book

Currently in progress.

1X Comic Book.

I’ve always had a few ideas kicking about for a comic book actually but I cannot draw to save my life so I’d need somebody who could.

1X Album

Once again I cannot play any musical instruments at all but about a year ago I went round to a friend’s house who certainly can. We had a system running where I hummed stuff and he translated it into guitar and drums. It was a really fun day and we had something akin to a song by the time we were done. The idea of just making one album or strange bleeps and bloops, never playing it life in any way and only producing about three physical copies of it just appeals to me.

1X Radio Play.

Something creepy with sound. Quite doable on a really low budget, at home with decent microphones too.

1X Published Short Story.

In a magazine or something along those lines.

1X Video game.

Probably something with a bit of story to it especially as I’m really only able to make text adventures right now.

1X Any of the above but under the banner of Doctor Who

Because the day I get to write ‘TARDIS lands’ I will truly have to stop myself from flipping out.

Working through this list I feel I could die a happy man. Probably quite poor but still happy.

Wrestling With Werner Herzog

24,000 words.

An amount which seems like so much but also, at the same time, seems to little as well. It’s not even halfway.

I am firmly at the stage right now when the whole thing seems like a complete misadventure. If I’d have written this as a ninety minute script then I’d probably have done a first draft by now and be onto rewriting a second version. I’d have typed THE END at least once. It would have existed as a full text. I would currently be thinking about how to pitch it as a small, easily made sci fi movie.

Instead I am far too deep in to quit now, I’ve already described all the locations we’re going to visit (a symptom of this story originally being designed to be an easily filmed ninety minute sci fi movie) and I have one character who was only added to the planning stage to provide a small chunk of comic relief actually now having a fully blown part of the story that does seem to make him the most human of all the characters.

Also, if I’d made the script then there would be no guarantee that anybody would pick it up. At least as a book I can publish it myself if needs be. Trust me, the outside world is getting the chance to read this one somehow.

Which is strange because he’s almost all alien.

Such are the people I’m dealing with here.

Calling Orlando

There was a moment today when I came to the sudden realisation that no work on the book will be done for the next few days. Anybody new to this blog may not know that I’m a huge wrestling fan. This weekend Wrestlemania 33 is taking place in Orlando, Florida. Before that the WWE’s development brand NXT held thier usual Saturday night show. There are also matches from British promotions Progress and Insane Championship Wrestling. In short, there will be a ton of wrestling for me to watch.

Added to this there’s a record coming up for the wrestling podcast I’m involved in. We review old shows from the glory days and this time around we’re going back to the 1992 Royal Rumble. I have a grand laugh making them.

So yeah, the book might have to wait a few days.

The Awkward Conversations

A blast through the book today with the awareness in the back of my mind that the schools are off for the next two weeks as of today so therefore getting anything done in the daytime might be really difficult with my son being around. I’m not a big fan of just ignoring him whilst he does his own stuff.

This does mean that I’ve got 1000 words done today and this takes the total up to 8052. This featured the first meeting (as far as the actual plot goes) of the Mother of the missing girl and the town police officer. It’s a reunion of sorts as both characters meet for the first time in ten years and after the investigation into the daughter’s disappearance turned up no body. She went missing on the beach by the town so it’s always been assumed that she was swept out to sea never to return.

I always knew I was going to find this bit slightly awkward as these characters have a fair bit of friction going on. On the night of the search the police officer told the Mother that he find her daughter. She still holds him to these words. There is a moment in their conversation when she softens a bit when they begin to talk about her daughter as a person and not as a missing case file and I’m not sure if this represents far too much of a mood swing for her. I was also unsure of what the police officer’s first line should be. It was hardly going to be something like “Hey, long time no see! Whatcha been doing?”. In a way, this fumbling around was perfect as it exactly replicated how his character was feeling about it as well. In the end I (and he) went for a simple “Hello” which is initially met with a stony silence.

He also expressed a concern at one point that they should both ‘get out of this wind and go to McDuffs for a coffee’. It’s a completely, on the spot line I made up and I’ve given a coffee joint the most stereotypical Scottish name ever but it might end up being a whole new location in the story. These two characters might well end up going for a McDuffs coffee real soon. I’m picturing it as one of those seaside resort places in the UK that tries and fails to replicate an American diner. The decor won’t have been updated since the 80’s, the jukebox will still have vinyl records in it and the price list will be on one f those black plastic boards where you pinned the white lettering into.

Sounds bloody great actually.

Shoulder Blades

I didn’t stop at 800 words. This is a very good thing.

Monday night is trampoline night. For the last couple of weeks I’ve taken my son to the local trampoline park so he can bounce around for a bit. Parents are actively encourage to join in. I’ve discovered in this time that bouncing around for an hour kills off my shoulders the day after so I’ll be looking forward to that tomorrow.

I left my computer on whilst we were away though which meant it was really easy to get going again once we were back home. I’m up to 7151 words. It actually doesn’t sound like much but I’m approaching the same word count I had for my Media Studies dissertation about 13 years ago. I recall that feeling like swimming through treacle at the time. Once I break 10k I’ll be over the moon with glee.

I never got around to sorting out the Doctor Who DVD collection.


Natural Gaps

A good blast at the book this morning makes up for the disappointment of last night with around 800 words down. I think I’ve worked out that I can’t really be one of those writers who is sat at their desk ready to go at an early time of morning. I dropped my son off at school this morning and then met my Mum outside. This resulted in walking back to my parent’s house to have a cup of coffee with her and catch up. I then walked back to my house (about ten minutes across a field) before thinking I needed to put a load of washing on as the weather is actually quite good today.

Only then, at around 11am did I get sat down and blast through some writing. I hit something of an unplanned chapter break in proceedings. The part I was currently writing involved the local police officer who was in charge of the search for our missing girl ten years beforehand. He still lives in the town and is having a conversation outside his house about the rumour going around town that the girl’s mother has returned. I was going to have him then bike down to the beach before having an entire conversation between these two main characters mostly from his point of view. Having him leave the company of the local town gossip though just felt like it was a natural end to the chapter. He knows where the mother might be so is about to set off. Starting the next chapter from her point of view as she walks across the beach feels a lot better. The police officer will come into view in a short while and then they can have the talk they were always going to have. It means chapter four is a fairly short one but there’s not really any harm in that.

Having done a fairly decent word count today I’m thinking I’d better get on with other jobs around the house. There’s hoovering to do and my Doctor Who DVD collection is currently well out of the usual broadcast date order.

Look! They’re all over the damn place!

Also lunch…

Food is important.

Revelling In Carnage

After getting around 1000 words done on Thursday the weekend itself has been a bit of a grind. I gave it a rest on Friday as a result of the good result the day before. I never got around to doing anything with it on Saturday and tonight I’ve only managed to get around 250 words done. By the time Tuesday rolls around I had been hoping to get to the 7500 word mark which would be 10% of the overall target. It may still happen but it’ll take a fair bit more effort on my part.

I’ve become a little obsessed with word counts overall actually. How many words make a ‘book’? At one stage can it be considered a fully weighted, all grown up novel? I went for 75,000 because that’s the rough word count for the first Harry Potter book. Googling ‘Word Count For Famous Novels’ does give some surprise results. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory clocks in at 30,644 but I suppose that can be filed under a children’s book so the lower word count would be acceptable. Kurt Vonnegut’s Slaughterhouse 5 weighs in at 49,459 which seems strangely minimal for a book considered a great classic.  Lord of the Flies stops at just under the 60,000.

The more I think about it the more I reckon I’m probably placing too much emphasis on this whole thing. Perhaps the story is done when the story is done.