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Writing a book in 365 days

Day 10

Apparently, we are still discussing the implements with which we choose to put words on paper, and it seems that choice of implement might make a difference.

I have a degree of scepticism because I generally get words down on my phone, the only implement that is nearby at all times., no matter where I am.

Of course, many years ago I always travelled with little pocket-sized notebooks and a pen, rather than a pencil, to write. I still have all of these, several hundred in fact, in several shoeboxes in the cupboard in my writing room.

Over the years I have accumulated many A5-sized notebooks I bought where there were stationery sales, and now use these to both make notes or write. I tend not to use the smaller notebooks now, but I have a hundred or so sitting in a drawer just in case.

But do you like to write using a biro, with smudgy ink, a pen with a rollerball tip with less smudge, a felt-tip pen, which, depending on the paper type, can leach through, making it difficult to write on both sides, a fountain pen with ink, the old-fashioned way of writing letters, and some of the older writers back in the day?

I remember my early days in school, grade three in fact, when we switched from pencil to pen and ink. It was very messy, to begin with, but I remember vividly being the ink monitor, the one who filled the ink wells, and discovering my schoolmate’s prelidiction for stuffing bits of blotting paper into the well for whatever reason.

Even now it would be a messy way to write.

But the choice is yours.

Tomorrow, at last, we get to do some more writing.

Writing a novel in 365 days

Day 9

OK. We’re not doing much writing, and today, we have another suggestion, one that might cause an unnecessary rush at the stationary store for pencils.

I was in one today, a place called Office Works, getting some folders to put the printed copies of my latest books about to be published.

I’d previously bought, pencils – a box of 24, a motorised pencil sharpener, cards – though I intend to use these for a non fiction book, pens – red, blue, black, erasable – for doing crosswords. I’ve not had to buy notebooks for a while, small and large, but last time I got some journalist note books.

But, I digress…

It is suggested and I think it’s a great idea that at times it is better to write down the story, mainly because I can write as fast as the ideas come, and I cannot type that fast. Not without a million errors and a lot of indecipherable words.

There are exponents for both means of getting words on paper, but I have to say the majority of my original books were written in small notepads, at work and elsewhere because ideas and storylines come to me at the sometimes most awkward moments.

Consider carrying around d a notebook and pencil or pen.

Otherwise, my other means of getting ideas down is a note-taking app on my phone, the best at the moment being Somnote.

And tired of waiting for the moment when the book gets underway, stand by, news on that front is coming.

Writing a novel in 365 days

Day 8

I guess before you actually begin writing, or planning, or however it will be when you finally get started, there are a number of preparations to be made, and advice to be taken.

Advice is always good, and today’s is probably more relevant in a few months when the creativity might start flagging.

Writing a novel requires stamina and dedication. That saying ‘when the going gets tough, the tough get going’ is probably a sign on the wall of your writing room.

But that’s only one aspect of this particular item.

It is also relevant when you’ve finally finished the novel, firstly when you sit down and do that first reading, before the editing, or perhaps that first edit.

You are going to think perhaps it’s not as good as you thought it would be.

No, we don’t think like that. it can be fixed by some editing, by you or someone else. Just remember all those days, weeks, and months you put into it, working your fingers to the bone, sharpening the two hundred pencils you wrote it with. Or smudgy biros or leaking ink pens.

Don’t lose heart.

Don’t give up.

There are days when I write absolute drivel, but I always go back, rewrite, re-read, and rewrite until I’m happy.

That first draft is just the ideas, strung together, that will, eventually become that best-selling novel.

Searching for locations: Hutongs, Beijing, China

What are Hutongs?

In Beijing Hutongs are formed by lines of traditional courtyard residences, called siheyuan.  Neighborhoods were formed by joining many hutongs together. These siheyuan are the traditional residences, usually occupied by a single or extended family, signifying wealth, and prosperity. 

Over 500 of these still exist.Many of these hutongs have been demolished, but recently they have become protected places as a means of preserving some Chinese cultural history.  They were first established in the Yuan Dynasty (1279-1368)Many of these Hutongs had their main buildings and gates built facing south, and lanes connecting them to other hutongs also ran north to south.

Many hutongs, some several hundred years old, in the vicinity of the Bell Tower and Drum Tower and Shichahai Lake are preserved and abound with tourists, many of which tour the quarter in pedicabs.

The optional tour also includes a visit to Shichahai, a historic scenic area consisting of three lakes (Qianhai, meaning Front Sea; Houhai, meaning Back Sea and Xihai, meaning West Sea), surrounding places of historic interest and scenic beauty and remnants of old-style local residences, Hutong and Courtyard.  

First, we had a short walk through the more modern part of the Hutong area and given some free time for shopping, but we prefer just to meander by the canal.  

There is a lake, and if we had the time, there were boats you could take.

With some time to spare, we take a quick walk down one of the alleyways where on the ground level are small shops, and above, living quarters.

Then we go to the bell and drum towers before walking through some more alleys was to where the rickshaws were waiting.
The Bell tower

And the Drum tower. Both still working today.

The rickshaw ride took us through some more back streets where it was clear renovations were being made so that the area could apply for world heritage listing.  Seeing inside some of the houses shows that they may look dumpy outside but that’s not the case inside.

The rickshaw ride ends outside the house where dinner will be served, and is a not so typical hose but does have all the elements of how the Chinese live, the boy’s room, the girl’s room, the parent’s room, the living area, and the North-south feng shui.

Shortly after we arrive, the cricket man, apparently someone quite famous in Beijing arrives and tells us all about crickets and then grasshoppers, then about cricket racing.  He is animated and clearly enjoys entertaining us westerners.

I’m sorry but the cricket stuff just didn’t interest me.  Or the grasshoppers.

As for dinner, it was finally a treat to eat what the typical Chinese family eats, and everything was delicious, and the endless beer was a nice touch.

And the last surprise, the food was cooked by a man.

Writing a novel in 365 days

Day 7

Today’s information is further advice, advice that I was given right back at the start when I was thinking about writing beyond the essays required at school.

The school librarian, yes our school had quite a large library of both fiction and non-fiction books, had a fully fledged librarian, and I quickly discovered was happy to teach those who were willing to learn, the tricks of the trade.

Her advice was that writers must read.

In a way, it was not until later that advice became more focussed, that writers of a particular genre must read books of that genre in order to get some idea as to what the readers are looking for.

I already had a passion for adventure, spy, thriller, and mysteries.

At that age, a lot of them were young adult books like The Secret Seven or The Famous Five, and others that kept you hanging on until the last page. For me, I had to read the book from cover to cover.

It was always on my Christmas request list to get as many books as possible to read.

That advice was also good for writing non-fiction books, if I ever decided to, which up till now was not a priority. But the non-fiction books I read back then were geographic and history.

These days I use the internet, but I still do a lot of reading.

Searching for locations: Hutongs, Beijing, China

What are Hutongs?

In Beijing Hutongs are formed by lines of traditional courtyard residences, called siheyuan.  Neighborhoods were formed by joining many hutongs together. These siheyuan are the traditional residences, usually occupied by a single or extended family, signifying wealth, and prosperity. 

Over 500 of these still exist.Many of these hutongs have been demolished, but recently they have become protected places as a means of preserving some Chinese cultural history.  They were first established in the Yuan Dynasty (1279-1368)Many of these Hutongs had their main buildings and gates built facing south, and lanes connecting them to other hutongs also ran north to south.

Many hutongs, some several hundred years old, in the vicinity of the Bell Tower and Drum Tower and Shichahai Lake are preserved and abound with tourists, many of which tour the quarter in pedicabs.

The optional tour also includes a visit to Shichahai, a historic scenic area consisting of three lakes (Qianhai, meaning Front Sea; Houhai, meaning Back Sea and Xihai, meaning West Sea), surrounding places of historic interest and scenic beauty and remnants of old-style local residences, Hutong and Courtyard.  

First, we had a short walk through the more modern part of the Hutong area and given some free time for shopping, but we prefer just to meander by the canal.  

There is a lake, and if we had the time, there were boats you could take.

With some time to spare, we take a quick walk down one of the alleyways where on the ground level are small shops, and above, living quarters.

Then we go to the bell and drum towers before walking through some more alleys was to where the rickshaws were waiting.
The Bell tower

And the Drum tower. Both still working today.

The rickshaw ride took us through some more back streets where it was clear renovations were being made so that the area could apply for world heritage listing.  Seeing inside some of the houses shows that they may look dumpy outside but that’s not the case inside.

The rickshaw ride ends outside the house where dinner will be served, and is a not so typical hose but does have all the elements of how the Chinese live, the boy’s room, the girl’s room, the parent’s room, the living area, and the North-south feng shui.

Shortly after we arrive, the cricket man, apparently someone quite famous in Beijing arrives and tells us all about crickets and then grasshoppers, then about cricket racing.  He is animated and clearly enjoys entertaining us westerners.

I’m sorry but the cricket stuff just didn’t interest me.  Or the grasshoppers.

As for dinner, it was finally a treat to eat what the typical Chinese family eats, and everything was delicious, and the endless beer was a nice touch.

And the last surprise, the food was cooked by a man.

Writing a novel in 365 days

Day 6

We’re still exploring the theme ‘it’s all in the detail’.

I’m guessing that this means that we are going to set the scene in such a manner that the reader is going to feel like they are there.

Like, for instance, that day I left the hotel at Lake Louise in Canada and drove just up the road to the gas station to fill the tank before setting out for Calgary.

It was cold, so cold it hurt to breathe. So cold, I started to lose feeling in my cheeks. I’d never felt so cold since I was out for a walk in Chicago.

I was reminded of a story I once read, where the protagonist hid a gun in a petrol tank on a base in the Arctic because petrol didn’t freeze.

And on a holiday in Canberra, Australia, the water in the car’s radiator froze overnight.

But these are my experiences and not necessarily those of the reader who more than likely has never been to any or all of those places, so there’s no relevance to them.

Everyone knows what it’s like to be cold, but not necessarily freezing cold. I will have to work on my scene-setting details so they are relevant for everyone.

…

It was hard to tell whether it was the cold or fear that made me shiver. It certainly was cold, I’d been out in the rain, and once when it was snowing, but then the wind had not been blowing, nor had the droplets of rain, or the flakes of snow insidiously found their way down the back of my neck.

I had left in such a hurry I had no time to find my anorak, or my scarf, and the rollneck jumper would have to suffice. it was a pity all I had under that was a T-shirt, and was regretting not taking my brother’s advice that morning and wearing a thicker shirt or thermal underwear.

A sudden gust, and a spray of sleet in my face, made me shiver. Perhaps the cold would kill me long before the men hunting for me.

…

It needs refinement, but it’s a start.

…

©  Charles Heath  2025

Writing a novel in 365 days

Day 4 and 5

Understandably it will take two days to do some planning, not that I generally do any planning.

I usually start with a sentence and the idea grows into a story   More often than not I have no idea where it is going to go, and for me, that’s half the fun of it, I am like the reader, being taken on a roller coaster ride.

But…

This is by the calendar.

The questions are…

What is it about?

I’ve been thinking about a story for my ‘The cinema of my dreams’ series titled ‘ The One that Got Away’.

It might not necessarily be exactly that but it is a first love, a mismatch socio-economically, and given her parents, a battle he was never going to win.

But, the bottom line, neither didn’t stop loving the other, but left it too late to do anything about it.

What happens after that?

We will all be hanging on a knife edge…

What kind of book is it?

Murder mystery.  Sorry, but not sorry, my stories often veer off into any or all of murder, mystery, or espionage.

Why do you need to write it?

I don’t.  It’s not like trying to write that second book after being told everyone has one book in them.

But for me, this is just another story that’s running around in my head with a dozen others but it’s finally at a point where I can put words on paper to flesh out the ideas.

How many pages can you get done today?

That’s the same as asking how long is a piece of string.

But this is a weekend task, so I’ll let you know tomorrow.

Writing a novel in 365 days

Day 3 continued

A few thoughts are running around in my head, none of them good about Will.

Why is it that there is sometimes a feeling that a star football player at the college level, has something about him that might be suspect?

Perhaps it’s just his age, and we know that in some cases when stardom hits at an early age, it can affect them in unexpected ways.

Of course, in a male, there is possible gender bias, perhaps in a home environment where there is an alpha male who may unintentionally pass on those beliefs, in words and in actions.

Or that leadership, drive, and continual reinforcement that he is the team, not the playing collective, can also alter the mind.

Or that he is simply a bad seed, and those traits are ignored in the pursuit of the ‘prize’.  History has shown that we have a tendency to ignore the obvious for the sake of something else.

Or have we simply ignored the most rational description, that Will is the lovable cuddly bear type, and all we’re doing is pandering to Jeremy’s jealous thoughts.

Don’t we all tend to think badly of a rival simply to make ourselves feel better?

…

Let’s go in one direction and see where it takes us.

…

Will dragged his chair closer to Sally, put his arm around her shoulder and dragged her close to him.

“How’s my girl?”

He looked at her with lust in his eyes, or what she thought was lust.  She was not exactly an expert in that field, but that night three weeks ago, in the back of his car, it was go-to-whoa in three minutes.  He had that same look now.

Her first time though, after the prom, with Freddie was a long slow burn followed by a gentle experience that almost left her floating on a cloud, an experience that had lingered for days, weeks afterward.

Until she discovered Freddie had left town, never to return.  And more devastating, Freddie had seduced her in a bet.

“I am not your girl.  You do not own me.”

It was spoken in anger, surprising herself more than Will, who let her go as if she had struck him.

“Whoa.  It was only an expression.  Did I do something wrong?  I thought we were good.”

She sucked in several deep breaths and tried to calm herself.  Had just a small part of her screaming match with Jeremy registered?

“We are.  I’m just feeling stressed.  Sorry.”  She put her arms around him and snuggled closer.

Will could see Jenny looking in Jeremy’s direction and remembered being told about their argument.  He had heard they’d been combatants since grade school and that he was always annoying her.

“You want me to sort Jeremy out, once and for all?”

A shudder went through her, a distant memory of someone else saying the same thing to her, that had tragic consequences.

It was reinforced by a rumour that Will and some of the football team had bullied wannabe players and some of the cheerleaders, a rumour no one would substantiate, but she knew two of the girls and they chose to leave and go to school elsewhere.

“No.”

“You secretly like him?”  Will tried to make it an off-hand question but his tone and demeanor meant something else entirely.

Just that look scared her.

“No.  He’s an old friend that doesn’t understand the friend zone.  He will though, but that’s my battle, not yours.”

“I can make it mine.  if it’s making you unhappy.”

“I can fight my own battles, Will.  I’m not a helpless female.”

The grunt he made was enough to make her believe otherwise.  Being his girl meant being his possession and woe betied anyone who messed with his property.

“As you wish,” he said.

“Now let’s talk about something else.”

…

Of course, there are just as many controlling women as there are men, and sometimes they are hard to pick. 

And there are just as many of each who use a wrong turn of phrase, leading to misinterpretation and assumptions.

Have we one here? 

…

©  Charles Heath  2025

Searching for locations: The Golden Mask Dynasty Show, Beijing, China

The Golden Mask Dynasty Show was located at the OCT Theatre in Beijing’s Happy Valley. 

The theatre was quite full and the seats we had were directly behind the VIP area; as our guide told us, we had the best seats in the house. 

The play has 20 different dance scenes that depict war, royal banquets, and romance.  There are eight chapters and over 200 actors, and throughout the performance we were entertained by dancers, acrobats, costumes, lighting, and acoustics.

The story:

It is of romantic legend and historical memories, the Golden Mask Queen leads her army in defeating the invading Blue Mask King’s army, and afterwards the lands return to a leisurely pastoral life until the Queen forges a ‘mysterious tree’.  When the tree has grown, the Queen has a grand celebration, and releases the captured Blue soldiers, much to the admiration of the Blue Mask King.
This is followed by monstrous floods, and to save her people, and on the advice from the ‘mysterious tree’, the Queen sacrifices herself to save her people.  The Queen then turns into a golden sunbird flying in the sky blessing the people and that of the dynasty.

Billed as the best live show in China, described as a large scale dramatic musical, “The Golden Mask Dynasty” it lived up to its reputation and was thoroughly enjoyed by all.

It was not just singing dancing and acrobatics, it had a story and it was told so that language and cultural issues aside, it worked.  There was a narration of the story running beside the stage, but it was hard to divide attention between what was happening, and what was being related.

Then came the peacock dance, with live peacocks

And this was followed by a waterfall, well, I don’t think anyone in that audience could believe what they were seeing.

I know I was both astonished and in awe of the performance.

What a way to finish off our first day in Beijing.

Oh, sorry, that high was dented slightly when we had to go back to our room.