The stuff is everywhere !

        One of the hardest gigs is mentoring a 16-year-old who desperately wants to write fiction. It was clear she was gagging to write (and yes, to BE an Author, not necessarily the same thing) and mainly wanted tips on finding material, what to write about. Easy enough for an 80+ but hell for a 16 yo, who hasn't yet seen much life.

        So I pointed her at short stories, said to hone her skills on them for a few years, before tackling anything bigger. Ten years from now she'll have some life experiences to explore. And besides, I'm a great believer that you have the innate drive or you don't. It's a compulsion or it isn't. If you have the compulsion you'll find the subject matter. It's all around us.

        Anyway, got me thinking about it, and so analysed the 40 short stories I currently have up on The Workshop, to see if that tells me anything useful. I found (for what it's worth) that of those...

        30% only are totally fabricated, while
        70% are taken mainly from actual events (both first hand and second hand)

    Also, of that 40...
        40% could be from any Time (not tied to an era as part of the story)
        9% are from a childhood (but only a third of those are from my own)
        8% are "philosophical" (exploring inner thoughts and all that)
        6% are "looking back" stories (the adult past being an essential element of the story)
....and the rest a bit of a mish-mash.

        I guess the point I'm grappling with is - story material is everywhere. You don't have to live a hugely adventurous and colourful life to generate subject matter. Possibly helps but not essential. So read as much as you can, and anything you especially like, work out why. Then get stuck in, write an opening paragraph, then follow it. See where it goes. I always say that the two most important paragraphs in a short story are the first one and the last one, the first to grab the eye (and the mood), and the last to encapsulate the whole point of it.

        Okay, that's it. Hope this helps.

        My own current project is up to first full draft, clearly too big - I got too involved! - so now to the fun part of culling and exploring and finding great words to replace the mundane words. Geez I love this bit! More on that soon.

        Cheers....

                T.R.E.

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Rocks rock !

"GEOLOGY FOR DUMMIES" - A M Spooner (2011 USA) 

        I've always liked rocks. They give you a sense of your universal context. But I've never dived into a serious study of Geology, until now. Well, semi-serious. And this (Xmas Pres) is an ideal place to start. And probably end, as I'm not looking to launch a new career. I'd just like to know the facts.

        So many of the lovely beaches of Adelaide have a line of boulders as a last defence against high tide, all about the size of a dishwasher, and taken from the Adelaide Hills. We walk past these early every morning to and from coffee, and can't help but marvel at what they are.

        These rocks are 500 million years old - bits of teenagers when you consider the oldest in the world (they're in Canada) are 4 billion years old - but still something to hold in awe, considering that these rocks that we hacked out of the Hills to protect out beach front real estate were already about 450 million years old when the dinosaurs went extinct. And for my money they, and the waves, will still be here when Homo Sapiens is long gone.    

        There's many of these rocks on our morning walk that catch the eye - one of my favs still has the riverbed ripples in it, clear as the eon they were laid down - but these two are intriguing. The one on the left is a simple Sedimentary, its layers put down one at a time over millions of years, at the bottom of a lake or slow-moving river, with some change in conditions on a regular basis to separate them. This one I can get my head around.

        But the one on the right beats the hell outa me! Its main body - the grey stuff - is clearly sedimentary as well, as you can see the layers, but how did those thin white layers of quartzy stuff get to be at right angles to those layers, and not just to them, but with another one at right angles to that?! And these bands run all the way around the boulder.

        I presume that they are made of the shells of billions of crustacea who each lived for a blink of the universal eye, then settled to the "bottom". But you have to ask - of these three diametrically-opposed layers of material - considering that each had to be "flat-on" at the time - which came first?

        This will be one of the first things I intend to ask Whatever is behind all this, when it's my turn to find out the Answers. And I tell you now, I will be deeply pissed off if I don't get to find out.

        Cheers....

                    T.R.E.

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Just put aside ...

"BOY SWALLOWS UNIVERSE" - Trent Dalton (Aust 2018)

        One of my Xmas books, and there's been such a lot of noise about it, and it's now a TV series, I feel obliged to be patient with this over-written novel, but at 150k words I don't think I have enough time left to indulge it properly.

        Don't get me wrong, this is well-written, and my first note (I tend to keep running memory-joggers to make it easier to do these) was - "It's like diving into a plate of your favourite meat-and-veg but there's heaps of bits on the plate you don't know or expect but they're just great." It was like that. For a while. 

        But 20% in now and I'm struggling and have to put it aside. As soon as you catch yourself impatiently skipping paragraphs (and once a whole page) of stuff that gets tedious, time to go.

        It's like Dalton always intended to make this for Netflix. To go with trendy drugs and all the other extravagant and clever violence that's so popular nowadays. I mean, you can't avoid the TV promo trailers of the next blockbuster that's about to explode all over your screen, as there's about three new ones a day. This book has all the right ingredients. By design I suspect. But don't let me put you off, give it a fair go yourself.

        Anyway, I won't abandon it, I'll get back to it, after I jump into some of the others I have waiting.

             Cheers...

                    T.R.E.

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Wallowing a little is good for you

"GOLDEN DAYS OF RADIO" - Australia Post (1991 Aus)

        "nostalgia (noun) - a feeling of pleasure and also slight sadness when you think about things that happened in the past."  (Cambridge Dict online)

        "nostalgia (n) - homesickness as a disease, sentimental yearning for (some period) of the past." From the Greek 'nostos' return home, and 'algos' pain.  (Concise Oxford Dict)

        "...can bring a sense of comfort, happiness, and connection to our identity..." (Google)

        This is the first of my 2024 Xmas goodies, a grand wallow in memories of the 1940s-1950s radio shows I used to listen to as a kid - "Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men ... only The Shadow knows!" - golly gee they don't make stuff like this any more...

THE SHADOW

...with my head crammed into the old cabinet battery Radiola, hanging on every word. Sad that mostly the things from childhood that you loved just don't stand the test of time, somewhere along the way we grew up and got sophisticated.

        Actually, even more recent, bought a box set of the old B&W "Untouchables" for Xmas, the TV series we drove across several suburbs once a week in 1959 to catch on the father-in-law's set - nup, now just comes across as a bit dated, a heap of "B' grade actors doing 'B' grade storylines, saved only by a touch of nostalgia and the great narration by Walter Winchell. And 119 episodes!

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        While on Chrissie presents (I have this feeling that the family have worked out what Trev/Dad/Grandpa likes), this is the whole list, a fairly eclectic collection to get me through 2025 (will report as I go)....

        Golden Days of (Aust) Radio

        A current "International Bestseller"

        The world events of the first full year of my life 

        Secrets of Churchills War Rooms

        Geology for Dummies

        1970s memoir of a world-travelled pain in the neck

        Pascoe's Aust Short Stories Qly (Issues 56, 36, 37, 39, 48)

        Poetry (from all over - 5 volumes)

        Short Stories (ditto - 4 volumes)

        A time-worn travel hardback from 1941

        The Shed (The Sequel)

        Memoir of a 1950s outback grader driver

        A mining town from the Rigby Sketchbook series

        The 2021 Furphy Analogy

        A 1946 Biography of C. J. Dennis

        I reckon I need to get through two a month to be ready for Xmas 2025.

        Cheers....

                    T.R.E.

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Revisiting my inner child with ...

"THE BUMPER BOOK OF PEANUTS" - Charles Shultz (2016 USA)

        My drafting stand (that A4 prop you put your draft-scribble on so you can read it as you type) has had a Charlie Brown classic stuck on it since about forever.

        What can I say - I can relate to Charlie Brown. And I love Snoopy, especially as the World War One Fighter Ace doing battle with the Red Baron. It's the kid in me. Everyone should have one, a kid in them I mean, no matter how old they get.

        This is the last of my Xmas 2023 collection, thought I'd best get through it before starting on the 2024 batch, and besides, the Peanuts Gang is a good way to round out the year's reading, has all the drama and pathos and frailties of the human condition. And a great depth of philosophical thought. I think I would only rate Calvin & Hobbes better. By a small tiger's whisker. Garfield makes up the triumvirate. The only three graphic short stories I read.

        Okay, that's all. Something adult soon.

        Cheers....

                Trev

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Tick tick tick tick ...

        Quick one.

        This is for those of you who want to write successfully (commercially) and are under 40.

        I was 40 for a while, seems like no time ago at all. The other week I turned 86. Geez, eighty-bloody-six! 86 and I'm still trying to get a way too large heap of worthwhile (well, I reckon) writing finished off. The time flew by my window like Geoff Duke and his Norton on the main straight of the Isle of Man TT. Okay, if you're under 70 you probably don't have a single clue who that is but your life is the poorer for it. Google it up.

        What I'm getting to is - don't treat Time as an endlessly renewable resource. It ain't. Trust me. Give your writing a high priority and get stuck in or you'll miss the bus. Because good writing takes time, gobs of it, quiet reclusive time on your own, which is hard to come by and easy to give a low priority in the hubble-bubble of the domestic everyday. Which will leave you old and running out of the precious stuff with a head still full of words barking to be put together.

        And there's one other thing. You lose puff !!

        I never "felt" old, or even elderly, until this time last year when I turned 85. But then, for the first time ever, I found I got tired in the afternoons. Still up at five and jog steadily through the morning's activities, but start to fade about noon, have to pace myself in the afternoon. I waited for my mojo to bounce back, told myself it was only Long Covid, but it didn't. Now I know it's permanent. While I have managed to find a few 4 a.m. starts again (after a 20 year layoff) to get some drafting done, I just can not get creative in the p.m. any more.

        So, review your priorities my 20-40 year old friend, creative writing is way too important to be shelved "until you have more time". There is no more time. There's only opportunities. And godknows the world always needs more great literature.

        Cheers....

                Methuselah

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Some days you just hafta...

        I love a good movie. But.....

         Every so often you just have to have a damn good gripe. About TV. To keep from whacking your walking stick straight through the bloody screen. Nothing whatsoever about literature, but it is about - "entertainment". What a criminal misnomer that is when attached to television.    

        First up, what about (talking South Aus here but I just know you have your equivalent) our freebie-with-the-Sunday-paper TV Week Thing they call "BINGE", as though they're promising some kind of viewing feast, but it's just wall-to-wall crap.

        We refuse to watch anything that isn't recorded, to avoid the mindless endless inanity of TV commercials - I mean, how much do you just absolutely HATE and DETEST that pinnacle of gobshite ads, the Global Shop Direct Wait There's Fucken More Buy One Get One Free that goes on and on and on and on (but wait there's even more) and saying everything twice and being the longest of all ads by a factor of three? - I've worn out several zapper Mute buttons in my mindless mania to NOT even hear it.

        So I did some research.

        We have 25 free-to-air channels, times 24 hours times 7 days, that's 4,200 hours of TV viewing per week. We record on average 5 hours of that. That's 0.12% of what's available.

        Then there's the Fox Box. We have a pretty normal package, which gives us access to 140 channels times 24 hours times 7 days, that's 18,480 hours available each week. We record an average 12 hours a week (excluding news services and the Test cricket). That's a whole 0.065%. Yes we could cancel, but it's the only way one of us can get Coronation Street, AND they supply a pretty nifty recording system. And once every blue moon there's a movie that's great-to-brilliant.

        Okay, I'm sure there's people out there that like to watch the umpteenth re-run of the re-make of Ferris Bueller's Big Stupid Weekend Off, and I'm sure there's millions that would hate what we like, but geez, some of those programs must surely have NO viewers. And why would anyone spend their advertising money in those slots?? I know there's a reason for them, but it truly eludes me.

        Right, I feel a bit better. You just need a bit of a bitch every so often! (Sorry guys. Something a bit more interesting soon).

            Cheers....

                    T.R.E.

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Just finished being surprised by...

        [ Hope you all had a great break, feel refreshed and ready to attack another year of reading and writing and exploring, find what makes us tick. ]

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"GIFT FROM THE SEA" - Anne Morrow Lindbergh (US 1955)

        Found this small surprise in a roadside library, sucked me right in.

         Most of us have fallen over movies and docos of Charles Lindbergh and his flying achievements, the tragedy of his first child being kidnapped and murdered, maybe his radical politics of the 1930s, but I've never bumped into "Mrs" Charles Lindbergh until now.

        Anne Morrow was born in 1906, to a well-positioned dad, mum was a teacher and poet and big on women's education, and Anne had the best of schoolings, ran into Charles - already a big name in aviation - in Mexico where her dad was the US Ambassador at the time, got married in 1929.

        You should read the whole Wiki thing for all of her back story (tag below) as their political leanings (and relationships!) are something of a surprise, but that's not what this deeply personal book is all about.

        Only about 25k words long, this is a 1950s woman grappling with her inner life while on a secluded island "holiday" - sounds more like an escape - as she tries to make sense of her "place" and her role in her family, her marriage, and in society. And apparently she hit a chord with her female contemporaries as the book was a runaway success at the time, and for many reprints later. And I can see why - it's insightful, wise, deep, and sensitive. And well written.

        This is a woman in her "middle" years - she would've been late 40s at the time - trying to "find" herself, to be her own, not just own female person, but her own whole person. The Feminist Movement was gaining momentum in those years after the war, especially in America, but this could just as easily have been written by a young mum in the 1970s, it has that ring about it, the desperate need to express herself completely.

        And hey does she grapple with her inner conflicts, using a few shells that she picks up on her solitary and secluded walks each day to weave her thoughts around. But this is not some saintly person agonising over a life of domestic servitude as, best I can work out, when she wrote this she had just come out of a three year affair with her doctor (not that Charles Lindbergh was all sweetness and light!), so fair enough that she had some re-assessing to do.

        Anyway, if you can find a copy, it's well worth reading.

            Cheers....

                    T.R.E.

ANNE MORROW LINDBERGH

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Never sure...

         The thing - one of the best things! - about writing fiction, is that you never quite know where it's going or what will come to the surface as you prowl through the far corners of your head, turning over old stuff, stored stuff, good stuff, bad stuff, stuff you don't even know is there.

        I've found this with my current - my main current (somehow I've managed to have three on the boil at the moment) - fiction project, as it started off with a simple idea that would take about 2k words, and now it's 7k words, and still growing, starting to look like a novella! I must learn some self-control.

        But that's the point, isn't it - the point of writing fiction. It's about self-discovery - well, mostly about self-discovery - that and just having fun, having fun finding bits - good bits, funny bits, nostalgic bits, poignant bits, sad bits, human bits. Ahhh, there's always so much left to be said.

        Just thought I'd share that. For what it's worth.

            Cheers...

                    Trev

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Just fell asleep finishing....

 "THE SENSE OF AN ENDING" - Julian Barnes (UK 2011) 

        This has got to be one of the dullest books I've ever read. But out of respect for - no, that's crap, it was sheer pigheadedness - I battled on to the end. I have had my Booker Prize prejudices confirmed yet again. Eight or nine times out of ten the judging panel seems to not be able to tell award-winning fiction from a bag of frogs.

        Geez it was ordinary, maudled on and on and on for about 45k words (about novella size), exploring something terribly fascinating to the author I'm sure, concerning (I think) love and relationships, but gave me zilch. Less than zilch. I would've found out more about the human condition IN a bag of frogs.

        All I can say in conclusion, if this was "The best work of long form fiction written in English and published in the UK or Ireland in 2011", then godknows what the losers were like. (Sorry Julian).

        Cheers....

                T.R.E.

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