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2007-11-30 @ 15:59

I’ve cross the 50,000-word finish line! With some 8 hours to go!

All I’ve got left to do is type the whole thing. Reorder it. Fill in the wholes. Flesh out the characters a bit more. etc.

This is only the beginning.

And I’ve just learnt about Script Frenzy in April…


November progress

2007-11-22 @ 12:59

November is not the best of months for me. November holds a dark anniversary. And November, in Montréal, tends to be depressing: cold and without snow (except these days), with the days getting shorter (at least in February – the other depressing month for most people – the days get longer).

But I think this year the NaNoWriMo challenge helps. Helps me focus my energy on something creative; helps refresh my ideas; helps put more wonderful into the month. Writing has always been comforting for me.

This novel I’m pining on sometimes includes, unsurprisingly enough, excerpts from my own life. So, the other day, I found myself describing how I came into possession of my favourite pen (a classic black and silver Parker), with which I happened to be writing that description. I probably said this before, by I like to write by hand. Even at work – it actually affords me the opportunity for a first revision as I type. I like the feel of it, the music of the pen on the paper, the swoosh of the hand.

So where have I gotten to so far? Well, I made up the one-day lag I had been stuck with for two weeks, and even got ever so slightly ahead. And yesterday I reached the 35K mark. I just need to keep this pace for another 9 days (including today). I also notice a quaint pattern in what I write. It’s the tale of a youngish guy who lives with two roommates. Now, I write both at home and during my breaks at work. Well, I noticed that, depending on the venue, what I write will centre more on the apartment and the roommates (at work), or on the main character (at home). Strange.


Progress Report

2007-11-15 @ 11:39

I know, I know, I haven’t been very active in the blogosphere in recent months. Actually, 2007 hasn’t been a very bloggy year for me. But let’s talk about something else: NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). The challenge: to write, in one month (from November 1 to 30), a 50,000-word novel.

I tried last year but didn’t get pass the first page. On the first day, the ink ran dry; I probably had chosen the wrong topic. This year, I planned it a bit more: I thought up the main lines of the story and divided it into some 30 parts, roughly one per day. Some are longer, some shorter. Not that it’s all good, but the point is to write. That’s the exercise. So what if the novel is not that good, if the writing doesn’t flow, if the scenes aren’t hilarious or the dialogue witty. At least, it’s moving forward. As the organizers and pep-talkers always say: no editing. Editing is for December. The scenes you’re writing is going nowhere? Put is aside. Your main character is in a pickle you don’t know how to fix? Skip ahead.

What I’m writing isn’t chronologically sound. They’re little scenes, anecdotes often told in the manner of Abraham J. Simpson: with a lot of tangents and digressions. I’m working a bit like some movie directors: telling myself everything will be fixed and figured out in the editing room.

So, midway through this trek, where am I? Well, I reached the 20,000-word mark, but not the halfway point. Not bad, but still late. At 1,667 words a day, about a day late. (You can actually follow my progression with the icon in the lefthand menu.) And contrary to what some might expect of a nine-to-fiver, weekends are worst than weekdays. Guess it’s a question of having more structure on those days. Will I have to structure my weekends? We’ll see.

Update, November 17, 2007:
wouhou! Reached the 25,000-word mark (one day late).


Blind Cat

2007-06-15 @ 10:58

This seems to be a silly Friday, so I was glad to see that cmb, over at [insert witty title], came up with this funny challenge: the Blind Cat. The idea is simple: you close your eyes (or better still, blindfold) and draw a cat. So here’s my take (I have to say first that I’m not very good at drawing).

my blind cat

Well, except for the over-extended head, I’d say it’s not so bad ;-p

Hundreds have been collected in this gallery, you can submit your own efforts here.

Via the observers hunch



2007-01-17 @ 17:19

I know, it’s a pointless discussion topic, but I gotta vent. I’m talking about the banana. Well, not that actually, but the question of subsidizing art, and, more broadly, art’s place in society (which was the topic of a French post, a year and a half ago).

It all started with $64,000 given for a banana in the Texas sky, but went well beyond the value of that particular piece. I was talking with two colleagues and they didn’t approve.

Geosychronous banana

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R.I.P. Robert Altman

2006-11-22 @ 10:21

Robert Altman, creator of such films as M*A*S*H, The Player and, more recently, Gosford Park (whodunnit where you don’t really care who did it) died Monday at the age of 81.

Like Tom said, November



2006-11-17 @ 14:41

No shadow no stars
no moon no cars
it only believes
in a pile of dead leaves
and a moon
that’s the color of bone

No prayers for November
to linger longer
stick your spoon in the wall
we’ll slaughter them all

November has tied me
to an old dead tree
get word to April
to rescue me
November’s cold chain

Made of wet boots and rain
and shiny black ravens
on chimney smoke lanes
November seems odd
you’re my firing squad

With my hair slicked back
with carrion shellac
with the blood from a pheasant
and the bone from a hare
tied to the branches
of a roebuck stag
left to wave in the timber
like a buck shot flag

Go away you rainsnout
go away blow your brains out

(tom waits)


Two is out

2006-07-18 @ 14:43

Yes, season 2 of Carnivàle is now at my local video place. Of course, with everyone wanting to see it, it’ll take some time before I can get my hands on it. Can’t wait!

Carnivàle Season 2



2006-07-11 @ 10:23

Although he more or less ended his career around the time I was born, he was an icon of my youth.

Syd Barrett

Syd Barrett, founding member of Pink Floyd, died last Friday at age 60.


Coffee as pigment

2006-06-5 @ 9:33

By Craig Marshall