Author JW Bowe settles in for an evening answering questions about writing process and creative insights. As well as uninvited telephone conversations.
Herbert, Derek and Benjamin have a secret.
Now who are they going to trust?
Boys, girls, wheelchairs… secrets beyond
gravity, a comedy above North Wales.
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16th February, 2018
News from the front! I have my copy of The Brine in Me back from the editor in Scotland! I’ve had a cursory glance through the first few screens (they left as pages but came back as screens. It’s probably none of my business). You don’t get away with a lot. The Brine is written as autobiography, and Mr Derek Gainsborough does not intend to muster all the incidents of his life into the correct timeline, he just wouldn’t write that type of autobiography. I forget to tell the editor this was an approach and not an effort to make life difficult. Which to be fair it probably has been. But the stuff that I mean I mean. The rest are just genuine mistakes and it must be thrilling for the editor to get to imagine which is which, which she is very good at. Good editors are like mind whisperers, they pick up on the intent behind the incandescent yelling of your mind-on-page and turn the faders down a little. Clever business, but I like to be at the yelling end. Continue reading “Blogged Down in Technology”
20th January 2018
I’ve been revving up an idea, letting it back down again and editing it into some kind of order. I want to be able to talk about writing process, but in a manner that isn’t… y’know. For that purpose, JWB PLC has been created. I’ll talk about process, licking your monitor, and how to correctly delete a paragraph of your draft. It’s in videovision and is available for your brain at a click of a link. I don’t know where that link is, it might be below this or right down in the gallows of the page. I don’t control everything that you see before you, which is actually one of the more interesting things about writing make-believe fiction. I feel like I’m doing my best to not dictate to you, rather I’m aiming for the tone that lets you do most of the creation. To be completely honest, you have to have near total dictatorial control to get to that point, but that’s the yin-yangery of it all, which is why I’d say you have to counter intuit yourself into the belly of the beast.
However, because counter intuition is only two words, regardless of how you spell check it, I’ve thrown in a load of other details about writing in JWB PLC to fill in the time. I’d hate to take up less than half an hour of your day. You are welcome. Continue reading “Pull the Other One it’s got Blogs On”
6th January 2018
You can’t always get what you want. We all know that because we’ve all just been through Christmas. I wanted a short wheel base Mercedes-Benz Unimog with extra tyre replacements, but all I got was a request from The Bodleian Library, Oxford, for a perpetuitous (!) copy of The Meifod Claw. Continue reading “Resolution, Blog”
18th December 2017
Welcome to winter…
I’ve just been given some mulled cider. It’s giving me the willies, but then anything described as mulled always does. It’s wicked cloudy, and apparently you warm it in the bottle until it looks almost angry, then take it far away from the heat as quickly as possible, let its temper settle for a few days, pour and enjoy the headache.
What can you possibly tame mulled cider with? A pot of nutmeg and a meaningful dilution of rum might do it, but perhaps it’s better to throw the whole contents into a bucket with a load of unmolested apples (not cookers) for some extreme Christmas apple bobbing? Continue reading “I’m Gonna Blog Like its 1999”
Want to know something of the mind inside the man who would set his debut novel in North Wales? If you can pronounce Cerrigydrudion on your first attempt then feel free to proceed…
7th December 2017
What’s going on with Labradors? Obviously they’re terrific, I’m not planning to have a go; Labradors look about perfect in the looks department, better even than a dolphin. They’re probably the best–looking thing in reality, and considering that I’ve just taken receivership of some new spectacles, I’m feeling in the mood to make a judgement on such things. But they are messier than a nursing home detainee and display similar non-attachments to their attention span. Continue reading “The Winter of my Blog”
9th November 2017
Is ball-deep the term? It’s not one that I really ever choose to deploy so I might be misappropriating it here. Let’s just let me apologise and I’ll do my best to explain.
I’m ball deep into the second draft of The Brine in Me, and second drafts are funny company. Not that I’m keeping much company at the moment. There’s deadlines to meet, and that encroaching realisation that something inherently private in creation is going to be handed over to someone. An editor, which although still technically makes them a someone, they are so in an entirely different understanding of the word, enough to make you make sure that your novel makes sense on the page and not just in your head. That’s what a second draft is like, if like me you write the first draft wholesale without too much prior restraint. So far it would seem that it has made sense; if my explaining of that has also made sense, and ball-deep was the term, then well done me.
Let’s talk about melody. Continue reading “Paradise Blogged”