Tag: Inspiration

Writing a novel in 365 days – 24

Day 24

Today we’re talking about do’s and don’ts.

We’re not supposed to use cliches.

Well, long ago someone told me that, but I don’t think the message stuck because every now and then a cliche will appear.

Of course, the reason we don’t use them is that people generally will not know what they mean, and I dread to think what the translators must do when translating English to another language.

I mean, who doesn’t know what a wild goose chase is?

For those who don’t: “a foolish and hopeless search for or pursuit of something unattainable”.

Some might use it to describe their efforts to be published. I know, at times, that almost became my mantra until I discovered self-publishing.

Where it came from: In 1593, when discussing horsemanship, ‘a type of 16th-century horse race where everyone had to try to follow the erratic course of the lead horse like wild geese have to follow their leader in formation’.

I would have liked to have been there to see it.

By and large, they should not be used, and I only use them because they fit the character who is using them.

And, just the other day I was writing a short story which, it turns out, uses a number of metaphors or cliches for dramatic effect, and which are also explained

Writing a novel in 365 days – 24

Day 24

Today we’re talking about do’s and don’ts.

We’re not supposed to use cliches.

Well, long ago someone told me that, but I don’t think the message stuck because every now and then a cliche will appear.

Of course, the reason we don’t use them is that people generally will not know what they mean, and I dread to think what the translators must do when translating English to another language.

I mean, who doesn’t know what a wild goose chase is?

For those who don’t: “a foolish and hopeless search for or pursuit of something unattainable”.

Some might use it to describe their efforts to be published. I know, at times, that almost became my mantra until I discovered self-publishing.

Where it came from: In 1593, when discussing horsemanship, ‘a type of 16th-century horse race where everyone had to try to follow the erratic course of the lead horse like wild geese have to follow their leader in formation’.

I would have liked to have been there to see it.

By and large, they should not be used, and I only use them because they fit the character who is using them.

And, just the other day I was writing a short story which, it turns out, uses a number of metaphors or cliches for dramatic effect, and which are also explained

Writing a novel in 365 days – 20

Day 20

You’ve just written what you believe will become a modern classic, and then you read something written by Jack London, that a good joke will sell quicker than a good poem.

Measured in sweat and blood, your book is roughly the equivalent of 5,000 good jokes.

Don’t worry. I’ve been there. No, not to sell good jokes because I couldn’t invent one, let alone read one and recite the punch line.

But that second piece of advice, avoid unhappy endings, the harsh, the brutal, and the tragic if you wish to see your work published.

Maybe.

But you write not for the glory or the recompense (or maybe just a little) just to be read by appreciative readers whose glowing reviews make it all worthwhile.

Personally, I like happy endings and they often pop up in my stories. After a lot of drama before we get there. Just like life, actually.

WE don;t want to read about ourselves, we want to read about others, and the mistakes and remedies they have, if only to make ous feel a little better about our lot in life.

Writing a novel in 365 days – 20

Day 20

You’ve just written what you believe will become a modern classic, and then you read something written by Jack London, that a good joke will sell quicker than a good poem.

Measured in sweat and blood, your book is roughly the equivalent of 5,000 good jokes.

Don’t worry. I’ve been there. No, not to sell good jokes because I couldn’t invent one, let alone read one and recite the punch line.

But that second piece of advice, avoid unhappy endings, the harsh, the brutal, and the tragic if you wish to see your work published.

Maybe.

But you write not for the glory or the recompense (or maybe just a little) just to be read by appreciative readers whose glowing reviews make it all worthwhile.

Personally, I like happy endings and they often pop up in my stories. After a lot of drama before we get there. Just like life, actually.

WE don;t want to read about ourselves, we want to read about others, and the mistakes and remedies they have, if only to make ous feel a little better about our lot in life.

Writing a book in 365 days – 16

Day 16

Today we have a writing exercise – at last.

The theme, nothing like anything that will fit the outline of the story I have in mind, but maybe I can use a little poetic licence.

It is: “I never liked rain, so I moved to the desert. The clouds followed.”

Metaphorically speaking, and not literally the clouds followed, or I would be feeling like Charlie Brown who says it always rains on the unloved, which to him was a daily occurrence.

So…

A friend of mine once said if I did not like the rain, move to the desert. I never quite understood what that meant until I saw my name in the newspaper and a not-too-flattering profile.

Then, when I spoke to him a few days after reading the profile, he said, “You can run but you can’t hide.”

OK, enough with the metaphors.

When pressed he told me that going to another town no matter how remote from the last did not guarantee me anonymity, not when I used my real name, and fabricated the rest. Not too many white lies, but just enough.

Of course, he said, it was the internet, that juggernaut of information, good and bad, that follows us everywhere and destroys a good person and extols a criminal.

I tried to tell everyone that what was written about me was wrong, a distortion of the facts, but it seemed people wanted to believe what they wanted to believe, not what was true. I had done nothing wrong. People had lied to save themselves and when you throw mud, some of it sticks. Even when it’s proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that it was lies.

And, like all good newspapers, never let the truth get in the way of a good story.

The pity of it was the journalist who wrote the story was someone I cared about, and not without reason decided to do a check on the new guy who moved into town and seemed too good to be true. I realised that was the case the moment she said it.

I also knew that whatever relationship we may have had was over.

It taught me a valuable lesson and one that took nearly six months in a remote cabin in the wilderness to rectify.

I changed my name, changed everything. I had read a dozen different spy novels and followed the guide to changing who I was. Finding a small place in the middle of nowhere that had a graveyard with someone my age who had died in their first year. Started with a birth certificate, and went from there, until I had a whole new identity.

And then, and only then, did I come out of hiding, remembering the cardinal rule, keep to myself, do not entertain having a relationship, and at the top of the list, don’t date a journalist.

…

©  Charles Heath  2025

Writing a book in 365 days – 11/12

Days 11 and 12

It’s a writing exercise, not one I particularly like, but it’s another step – building characters

This one, a car lover, has more interest in his car than anything else. We’re looking to gauge his reactions when various events occur.

I must say, I don’t really know anyone like this.

Firstly, the car was stolen but returned a week later undamaged and a full tank of petrol.

Well, it’s certainly not a group of 12 to 14-year-olds stealing cars, they’d wrap it around a lamp post and kill everyone but the driver who would be unscathed, taken to the station, charged, let out because he’s a juvenile, and get caught the following week doing the same thing.

But that’s not the brief.

What really happened? A relative borrowed the vehicle. Who else would do such a thing?

Second, a tree falls on it and wrecks it, and the son of the car lover thinks it’s funny.

It probably is, to a certain degree. The irony of someone who so lovingly cares for it, watches it get destroyed with such ease? There’s always insurance, isn’t there?

Third, While cleaning the truck he finds a secret compartment and a note.

Yes, this is the stuff to feed a fertile imagination. My reaction, a note left by a previous lover after they made out on the back seat, advising him he’s a father. The fact he had a girlfriend, married her, and had children already, this has to be a shock.

There is a dozen other scenarios, and maybe it might fuel a story … one day.

Writing a book in 365 days – 11/12

Days 11 and 12

It’s a writing exercise, not one I particularly like, but it’s another step – building characters

This one, a car lover, has more interest in his car than anything else. We’re looking to gauge his reactions when various events occur.

I must say, I don’t really know anyone like this.

Firstly, the car was stolen but returned a week later undamaged and a full tank of petrol.

Well, it’s certainly not a group of 12 to 14-year-olds stealing cars, they’d wrap it around a lamp post and kill everyone but the driver who would be unscathed, taken to the station, charged, let out because he’s a juvenile, and get caught the following week doing the same thing.

But that’s not the brief.

What really happened? A relative borrowed the vehicle. Who else would do such a thing?

Second, a tree falls on it and wrecks it, and the son of the car lover thinks it’s funny.

It probably is, to a certain degree. The irony of someone who so lovingly cares for it, watches it get destroyed with such ease? There’s always insurance, isn’t there?

Third, While cleaning the truck he finds a secret compartment and a note.

Yes, this is the stuff to feed a fertile imagination. My reaction, a note left by a previous lover after they made out on the back seat, advising him he’s a father. The fact he had a girlfriend, married her, and had children already, this has to be a shock.

There is a dozen other scenarios, and maybe it might fuel a story … one day.

Writing a novel in 365 days – 24

Day 24

Today we’re talking about do’s and don’ts.

We’re not supposed to use cliches.

Well, long ago someone told me that, but I don’t think the message stuck because every now and then a cliche will appear.

Of course, the reason we don’t use them is that people generally will not know what they mean, and I dread to think what the translators must do when translating English to another language.

I mean, who doesn’t know what a wild goose chase is?

For those who don’t: “a foolish and hopeless search for or pursuit of something unattainable”.

Some might use it to describe their efforts to be published. I know, at times, that almost became my mantra until I discovered self-publishing.

Where it came from: In 1593, when discussing horsemanship, ‘a type of 16th-century horse race where everyone had to try to follow the erratic course of the lead horse like wild geese have to follow their leader in formation’.

I would have liked to have been there to see it.

By and large, they should not be used, and I only use them because they fit the character who is using them.

And, just the other day I was writing a short story which, it turns out, uses a number of metaphors or cliches for dramatic effect, and which are also explained

Writing a novel in 365 days – 20

Day 20

You’ve just written what you believe will become a modern classic, and then you read something written by Jack London, that a good joke will sell quicker than a good poem.

Measured in sweat and blood, your book is roughly the equivalent of 5,000 good jokes.

Don’t worry. I’ve been there. No, not to sell good jokes because I couldn’t invent one, let alone read one and recite the punch line.

But that second piece of advice, avoid unhappy endings, the harsh, the brutal, and the tragic if you wish to see your work published.

Maybe.

But you write not for the glory or the recompense (or maybe just a little) just to be read by appreciative readers whose glowing reviews make it all worthwhile.

Personally, I like happy endings and they often pop up in my stories. After a lot of drama before we get there. Just like life, actually.

WE don;t want to read about ourselves, we want to read about others, and the mistakes and remedies they have, if only to make ous feel a little better about our lot in life.

Writing a book in 365 days

Day 16

Today we have a writing exercise – at last.

The theme, nothing like anything that will fit the outline of the story I have in mind, but maybe I can use a little poetic licence.

It is: “I never liked rain, so I moved to the desert. The clouds followed.”

Metaphorically speaking, and not literally the clouds followed, or I would be feeling like Charlie Brown who says it always rains on the unloved, which to him was a daily occurrence.

So…

A friend of mine once said if I did not like the rain, move to the desert. I never quite understood what that meant until I saw my name in the newspaper and a not-too-flattering profile.

Then, when I spoke to him a few days after reading the profile, he said, “You can run but you can’t hide.”

OK, enough with the metaphors.

When pressed he told me that going to another town no matter how remote from the last did not guarantee me anonymity, not when I used my real name, and fabricated the rest. Not too many white lies, but just enough.

Of course, he said, it was the internet, that juggernaut of information, good and bad, that follows us everywhere and destroys a good person and extols a criminal.

I tried to tell everyone that what was written about me was wrong, a distortion of the facts, but it seemed people wanted to believe what they wanted to believe, not what was true. I had done nothing wrong. People had lied to save themselves and when you throw mud, some of it sticks. Even when it’s proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that it was lies.

And, like all good newspapers, never let the truth get in the way of a good story.

The pity of it was the journalist who wrote the story was someone I cared about, and not without reason decided to do a check on the new guy who moved into town and seemed too good to be true. I realised that was the case the moment she said it.

I also knew that whatever relationship we may have had was over.

It taught me a valuable lesson and one that took nearly six months in a remote cabin in the wilderness to rectify.

I changed my name, changed everything. I had read a dozen different spy novels and followed the guide to changing who I was. Finding a small place in the middle of nowhere that had a graveyard with someone my age who had died in their first year. Started with a birth certificate, and went from there, until I had a whole new identity.

And then, and only then, did I come out of hiding, remembering the cardinal rule, keep to myself, do not entertain having a relationship, and at the top of the list, don’t date a journalist.

…

©  Charles Heath  2025