Writing When Under the Weather: A Covid Post.

Things had started off so well. Last Tuesday, I wrote about 1500 words in my new WIP (Work In Progress). Listen to me using fancy terms to describe doing some writing. Still, I thought that 1500 words was a decent enough amount, and I was looking forward to getting more written the next day.  

The next morning I didn't feel right, a bit achy, a tickle in the throat, although that had been there for about a week. A bit of a cough. At first, I thought, maybe it's a cold? Then, as the mind likes to play tricks, I was reminded of the aches and thought, could it be flu? I doubted it, but it didn't feel exactly like a cold. Feeling lethargic, as the day went on, writing was put on one side. Then I thought, could it be Covid?

I'd avoided it so far. I also had some test packs and decided that I might as well use one, at least it would eliminate covid, as I expected it to be negative (don't know why). So, I did the test. The instructions indicated what a positive test would be, and it would take up to fifteen minutes to confirm either way. It actually took about half that time. Two red bars indicating positive. Oh dear. I began to wonder where I had picked it up. In the previous week, I hadn't been around that many people, so I didn't need to contact anyone to warn them. 

Now, it's the sixth day, and the only good thing about the last week is that I did get some reading done, although most of the time I felt too lethargic or listless to even read. I didn't even think about doing any writing, although having Covid has given me an idea to develop within the story that I was writing. In one of those strange coincidences, the last thing I had written was how my main character would need to be careful to avoid catching something serious, given the options for treatment were no longer available.

So, this is the first I've written for a while. It would have been nice to report that in the downtime of being sick, I had written a lot, but that's not the case. I'm now getting back into it, and hopefully, as things improve from here, I will get a move on and write more.

The twelve posts of Christmas...day twelve.

The Twelve Days are 25 December – 5 January, with the last day being Twelfth Night (Epiphany Eve), and this is the final post of this series.

Many people will use the start of a new year to make a change in their life, a resolution.

I did not make any, other than to keep on writing, or try to. My current project is a work of fiction. It is a new experience for me to write fiction, but as a friend of mine use to say, you will never know if you don't try.

That concludes the twelve posts of Christmas for this year.

Thanks for reading and Merry Christmas!
 

 

The twelve posts of Christmas...day eleven. Em dash, en dash or hyphen?

On Twitter X yesterday, someone mentioned the use of em dash in their writing, I wondered what it was. I had to look it up.

A dash is longer than a hyphen and is commonly used to indicate a range or a pause. The most common types of dashes are the en dash (–) and the em dash (—).

A hyphen (-) is a punctuation mark that’s used to join words or parts of words. It’s not interchangeable with other types of dashes.

Grammarist.com 

Clearly, this was something that I should have known, as for years I have occasionally used a dash. It seems I may have been using it wrong, or using the wrong one. 

I blame the education system, and the keyboard on my PC! My school because I must have been taught this, but it clearly didn't stay in my mind. I was probably not paying attention. I also blame the keyboard, because there are no dedicated em dash or en dash keys.  There is a hyphen key, and that is what I have been using, more or less, regardless of whether it needed the em or en dash, which I had totally forgotten about. Naughty boy, but why had I totally forgotten about it? It may be because it is rarely used—and I rarely use it. Accept, I just did. Was that too dramatic, and did I use it right!?

Rule #1

Use an em dash to highlight dramatic interrupting ideas, summaries, and abrupt changes of thought.

Grammarist.com 

 

The twelve posts of Christmas...day ten. The Original Twelve Days of Christmas.

 

The twelve posts of Christmas...day nine. When you get the writing itch, you have to scratch it, part two.

I didn't mean for there to be a part two to the writing itch post. 

I hadn't planned it, but maybe it is something to do with the time of year, but I don't have the urge to write right now. For the moment, there is no itch. 

I wrote in a previous post about binge writing, doing it when inspired, when the ideas flow. The alternative being those that set themselves a goal of writing every day. The goal of setting a number of words to write each day looks a good one, as five hundred words a day gives you five thousand after ten days and fifty thousand in a hundred days.   That's a short read book every three months, or a long read in five or six months, but are the words any good? Are the words that come from writing every day inspired ones?

I think I might be a binge writer, someone who needs to be inspired to do it at the time, but I sometimes wonder if it is procrastination and laziness? I would like to try and find a balance between the two. 

An idea has just come to me to write a short story a month, a thousand words a day, but then I think, what about the longer story I am trying to write right now? Can I do both? Can I find the time and inspiration to do both? The short story idea will probably have to wait.

So, that's all for this post. At least I have written something and the Grammarly language tool is telling me it's fine. Not fine in the sense that it is any good, but fine as in, yay, no errors found.

Thanks for reading!

The twelve posts of Christmas...day eight. There is no boxing on Boxing Day.

When I was a lad, I would wonder why Boxing Day was called Boxing Day? 

No one in my family had an answer to it. 

I came to what I thought was a logical conclusion at the time that it must be named after the sport of boxing. But I also wondered why it was that on Boxing Day there was actually no boxing on the television. Not only that, but I would just be laughed at if I asked what time the boxing was on.

Then one day at senior school, in England a Secondary Modern, I was in the library, but not because as a young teenager I had any great interest in books at that age. No, the librarian was a rather attractive German lady, who had short blond hair which may or may not have been natural. She also wore short dresses, the mini skirt being quite popular back then. 

The library was often quite busy when she was on duty. 

On this day, I plucked up the courage to ask her the Christmas question that had been on my mind. Well, it was on my mind every Christmastime. 

The conversation went something like this.

“Miss, can you tell me why Boxing Day is called Boxing Day?”

She gave a friendly smile, got up out of her chair and said, “follow me.”

How could I refuse?

The twelve posts of Christmas...day seven. When you get the writing itch, you have to scratch it.

So, it's Christmas Day, and I'm writing a blog post. 

It will just be a quick one today, because if you feel the urge to write, then you just have to. This happened to me last night, Christmas Eve, but not for the blog, for a story that I am in the process of writing, my first attempt at fiction. 

Here's what happened.

I fell asleep last night after an early evening carbohydrate rush took over. I woke up around ten and pretty soon I wasn't sleepy at all, I started to think about something that had been on my mind about the story that I am writing. That was the opening line and first few pages. I've read that it should be dramatic, set the scene for what's to come. I looked at the first page and the opening line of fiction books that I owned. They all had a fairly dramatic start. Authors on Twitter X comment on this occasionally, and I looked at what I had written so far. The start wasn't that dramatic, I would even say it was mundane, I needed something better.

The thought that suddenly came to me, late night Christmas Eve, was around a character that I had planned to introduce later in the story. It occurred to me that it would make a good opening to the story, so I got writing. Several hundred words later, I think it works. Time will tell.

I also discovered something else recently about my own writing. I watched an interview recently with the author Cheryl Strayed, who described herself as a binge writer. She is not one for writing every day, she seems to write better when the inspiration is there to do so, and I suppose when the ideas are ready to flow. Others require the commitment of writing every day. I think I am more of a binge writer than the latter, although I try to mix both. Science says that binge writing is bad for you, who would have thought?

Binge writing

All I know is that when it comes to having ideas, I work better when they just come to me. I struggle when I try to force things. 

It was the same when I was at school.

 

If I get the urge to write more today, like an itch, I just might struggle to resist the temptation to scratch it.

Merry Christmas!

 

The Twelve Posts of Christmas: Day Six. Working For the Man.

My first job, other than doing errands and helping out at home for pocket money, was a paper round.

That's not me in the picture, but I remember the cold dark nights and early Sunday mornings, out in all weather delivering to even darker places.

Then during my final school year, I got a real job at a working men's club. Just like this one.

My job? I can't remember the job title, but it was working as a glass washer and general dogsbody in the main concert hall bar. I mostly worked weekends when it was really busy and a little rowdy at times. Furthermore, I must have been earning at least 70 new pence an hour.

At the end of each weekend shift, it gave me one of these.

Which meant I could do more than just look at things in my local toy shop.

In reality, I was never a big spender, but it did help me buy one of these.

The TV was black and white, had a very small screen, and had an indoor arial that was not always reliable. 

I think I bought it from Comet.

Thanks for reading!