It is really Neil Gaiman’s fault that I’m writing this blog post at all. Or rather, the fault of whoever wrote the wikipedia article about him who says Gaiman blogged continuously during the writing and revising of American Gods, which I haven’t read but perhaps I will as soon as I’m done with a couple of fat, expendable Sci-Fi books that I feel I should read as part of my research.
It’s not as if I had nothing else to do, with various projects on my desk and the novel planned out as far as I want to plan it. But a couple of days ago, Nate, one of the members of my wonderful Berlin writers group (loosely connected to Sand, convened by its editor Jasoni), asked me about my progress wanting to read something and I didn’t have anything new to show to him.
Blogging, a way of talking to myself out loud, has always been a good whip to get me going again. Plus I think it’s unethical to get everybody excited via facebook and what have you about a blog and then not put anything in it (except flash).
Alas, this morning I started by reactivating my twitter account: a singularly stupid act of procrastination! I was instantly found by dozens of slime-shooting viral marketers whose interest in me was clearly motivated by my mentioning words such as “iPad” and “kindle”. (I don’t want to do the Flawnt thing all over again.)
Next, I opened my Tinderbox file, which contains all good things about my novel except the text itself – maps of locations, characters, synopsis, links, pictures etc.
Tinderbox is (Mac-only) organising software that’s helpful when structuring books. I have a hunch that it can be used for a lot more but I’m too dumb or busy or impatient to try it. That I know about it at all is Susan Gibb‘s fault. That I thought about structuring the novel is Jasoni‘s fault. That I haven’t produced much in the past few weeks is solely my own fault. Funny, isn’t it, how writing turns into blaming when we don’t do it enough.
Currently, said file contains a lot of beginnings, links, ideas. The writing itself is done using yet another (Mac-only) tool, Ulysses, created by fellow Germans and pretty much the best writing software I’ve ever seen. If I don’t get anything done, my high-tech soft- or hardware environment cannot be blamed.
“Sometimes, as Eve was born from one of Adam’s ribs, a woman was born during my sleep from a cramped position of my thigh.”
… ending my detour from daintiness to determination.