I am now reviewing Hub in the same month of its publication. I’m giddy.
The story in Issue 85 is Old Clothes by Chris Cyr. I didn’t like this. It’s a ghost story and is the experience of a woman’s spirit after her death. Old clothes are used to hang old memories on and tell parts of the woman’s life story. For me, it lacks conflict and emotion. It is, unfortunately, just a bit dull.
Special treats in Issue 83 of Hub. There’s a poem as well as a story.
Story first, as usual, and it’s Mother Sponge by Mur Lafferty. This is really good. Exposition is handled in great dialogue and adds to the story rather than slowing it down. It builds from a strong start into a gripping finish – something that I now realise is rare. Stories often seem to start strong and falter towards the end but this gets better as it goes along.
The poem is The REAL Easter Bunny by Peter Roberts. It’s cute in a horrible sort of way. I should mention that I don’t read much poetry, although I do appreciate some of it. I’m interested in form and prefer stuff with some structure rather than free verse, so the rhyming couplets appealed to me.
My Dad’s Idea by Llinos Cathryn Thomas is kind of fun. It’s a tongue in cheek solution to resource exhaustion and its impact on the human race. It’s worth a read.
On an aside, and as I don’t have much to say about the story in Issue 84 of Hub, I recently watched a few episodes of Primeval based on the review in this issue. And I’m glad I did. Someday I’ll make the effort to catch up with Series 1 and 2.
Ten years ago I bought a flat and in a moment of feeling terribly grown up, I also bought a ‘DIY Last Will & Testament’ pack. Having procrastinated on it since then, I found the pack when I was clearing out some paperwork. Despite my fortunes having taken a downturn and my estate being significantly smaller than it was (I’d be lucky to raise 20p at the moment), and despite general good health and a family predisposition to longevity, I find myself motivated to settle my affairs.
A large part of the procrastination on this matter has just been lack of knowledge. I didn’t know how to write a will, what else I needed to do, whether a lawyer was necessary and what is legal/possible in terms of funeral arrangements. Turns out you don’t need a lawyer and there are no legal requirements in the UK for funeral services. I can be buried anywhere I like so long as I have the land owner’s permission. The pack, once I’d opened it and started reading, provides templates for a will, letters to executors, notes for funerary wishes and a handy list of what people will need to know when I die.
I’ve always been fairly certain about what I wanted to do with my money, should I end up with any. I want to give it to the British Museum. I don’t plan to have children and it would be nice to have something with my name on it in my favourite place. I’m less certain about funerary arrangements, but it turns out there are many more options than I thought.
This has been an energising and motivating experience. Living in the now is all very well when your circumstances are good but can be depressing when they’re challenging. Writing my will got me thinking about the future, about what I want to achieve, and reminded me that things will get better.
And when they do, I’m going to buy some woodland so that I can be buried in it.
Once upon a time, I thought I was catching up but this is real life and there’s no happily ever after. Which sounds more depressing than I mean. There are endings and many of them are happy and then the story keeps on going. Much like my quest to catch up on my reading. Oh happy fool.
Issue 82 of Hub contains the story Under A Bridge by Paul Fairbairn. It’s okay. It’s a modern fairy tale and that’s quite nice to see. I like the idea but the telling of it lacks depth. Exposition is nicely weaved in with dialogue and the writing is competent. It took me a moment to put my finger on what was missing – and in this case, it is that something is missing rather than that something is wrong. There’s no sensation. A very physical scene is described very cerebrally. There’s no smell or sound or texture and little colour.
3,100 words on Sacrifice today. My typing must be improving.
I went to my folks over the weekend, so no other writing activity for a couple of days. And I’ve spent this afternoon writing a job application form. That’s it.
Still struggling to get used to the new blocky design of Hub‘s website. And still struggling to catch up with all the things I want to read.
Anyway, Issue 81. The story is Gifted by Philip Palmer. Wow. This is fantastic. The very sad tale of a lonely boy who wastes the gifts he has, and knows that he wastes them. The non-linear structure underpins the sense of dislocation and conveys some of the backstory without words. I loved the repetition of some of the scenes and the way it helped to heighten the emotion. Definitely read this one.
Merely to give myself some accountability…
Today I typed up 2,300 words of Sacrifice. On the way I realised a scene was missing and added it to my list of scenes to write. I also realised one of my main characters needs a life of her own, rather than as an appendage to the other main character, so I gave some thought to her life and have decided her sister needs to become visible. More scenes added to the to-do list.
My process is a little strange I think. Certainly none of the ‘how to write’ books I’ve read describe a process like this. I write some scenes in no particular order, fresh, raw material, until I run out of steam. Then I run them together and start rewriting. This suggests more scenes which I make a note of, and throws up problems which I try to solve. Then I get stuck and go back to writing new scenes. And it goes back and forth like that until I eventually come to the end. When I got to about 30,000 words with Sacrifice I decided I needed scene cards and notice boards to make sense of it all, but before that point they wouldn’t have helped at all.
Discovering my process has been hard. I always want to think I’m doing the ‘right’ thing and if I’m doing something different to the books or the people in my writers’ circle I think it must be me that must be wrong. And I cling to the fantasy that if I was more organised, more disciplined, then the writing would just flow. Which is of course, nonsense, but very seductive nonsense.
Yikes, Hub‘s had another redesign. I’m not so keen on this version; it hurts my eyes a little and seems a bit old-fashioned. Still, what it looks like is less important than what’s in it.
On to Issue 80 and Hush a Bye by Beverly Allen. This story starts off well. Allen takes a mundance breakfast scene, hints at a mundance cause of her protagonist’s sleepless nights and makes it compelling through wonderful writing. She creates a viscerally real atmosphere and knowable characters with a deft hand. I was really impressed.
The ending was a little disappointing. It felt rushed and lacked the drama that the story really deserves. It’s worth a read, for the brilliance of Allen’s writing, and I’ll be looking out for more of her work.
For the last few months, I’ve been prioritising job hunting over writing. I’ve just missed out on a job that I had two interviews for and I haven’t found anything to apply for in over three weeks. It’s getting me down a little.
It feels like my life is on hold until I get some income. My hard drive got fried some time ago and I lost a lot of stuff, including most of my writing. It is possibly recoverable but I haven’t sent the disk away yet. In the meantime I’ve been copy typing my novel, Sacrifice. I prefer to edit on paper, so luckily I have a hard copy. It’s been quite a useful process and has allowed me to resolve some problems I was having with it – and to create a new list of problems!
I haven’t been socialising much either. There were some changes in my friendship group at the end of last year and normally I would deal with that by getting out and meeting new people. But that costs money so I’ve been putting it off until I got a job. But that’s been taking a bit longer than I expected.
So – new plan. Instead of life being on hold until I get some income, I’m going to make some changes. Mornings are for writing – working on Sacrifice, blogging and other bits and pieces. Since this is supposed to be a blog about writing, I will keep a record of my progress. Afternoons are for jobhunting and chores.
As for my social life, well, I’m sure that I’m shutting myself away unnecessarily and not everything has to cost lots. There’s a committee for regenerating my local park that I was interested in getting involved in, but didn’t because they met on a Monday and I was going to dance class on a Monday. I’m not going dancing for a while – it’s expensive – so I will go to the next meeting on the 19th.
Writing progress for today – typed up 2,300 words of Sacrifice. Wrote this post and a couple of Hub reviews for future posting. Yes, sometimes I prepare stuff in advance. Mostly the reviews.
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