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Skrivarkalendern
Nu har jag den i min hand, fick den av Ann Ljungberg som är en av upphovsmännen. Hon kom igår med flyget från Venedig, via London och vi pratade kurser och skrivande över en flaska Chiantivin.
Detta är en dag-för-dagkalender där man antecknar idéer, protokollför sitt skrivande om man vill ("Skrivkrampskurva"), får inspiration från andra författare, får skrivtekniska råd, adresser, länkar, information om hur det går till i förlagsvärlden.
Jag återkommer med citat från boken.
Ann bor förresten på en båt i Venedig och där kan man få skrivarcoaching av henne. Läs mer här.
Nu ska jag iväg på bokmässan! Kalas!
Detta är en dag-för-dagkalender där man antecknar idéer, protokollför sitt skrivande om man vill ("Skrivkrampskurva"), får inspiration från andra författare, får skrivtekniska råd, adresser, länkar, information om hur det går till i förlagsvärlden.
Jag återkommer med citat från boken.
Ann bor förresten på en båt i Venedig och där kan man få skrivarcoaching av henne. Läs mer här.
Nu ska jag iväg på bokmässan! Kalas!
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
"I have a novel week, then a column week"
Läs om Anna Quindlens författarkarriär.
Hon har bl a skrivit den utmärkta boken "Svart och blå" och vunnit detbprestigefyllda Pulizer-priset.
Anna Quindlen berättar bl a att hon aldrig gör research inför sina romaner.
Hon har bl a skrivit den utmärkta boken "Svart och blå" och vunnit detbprestigefyllda Pulizer-priset.
Anna Quindlen berättar bl a att hon aldrig gör research inför sina romaner.
"Det gäller att gå ner i träningslokalen och göra sina pass"
”Jag ser på skrivandet som en karriär och tänker ibland på det som om man var boxare. Det gäller att gå ner till träningslokalen och göra sina pass. Man måste möta sina motståndare, sina sparringpartner och ta rejält med stryk. Men sen ändå resa sig upp och envetet fortsätta.”
Robert Stjernström som vann första pris i Vår Bostads novelltävling 2006
Läs hans novell här.
Malin Byström vann tredje pris i samma novelltävling. Både hon och RobertStjernström är med i skrivarföreningen Nafs som driver en skrivarsajt. Läs om den här.
Läs Malins novell här.
Robert Stjernström som vann första pris i Vår Bostads novelltävling 2006
Läs hans novell här.
Malin Byström vann tredje pris i samma novelltävling. Både hon och RobertStjernström är med i skrivarföreningen Nafs som driver en skrivarsajt. Läs om den här.
Läs Malins novell här.
"Att skriva handlar om att fokusera"
"Att skriva handlar om att fokusera. När du fokuserar på något kommer du in i en rytm. Du ser var allt material du kommit över passar in och var det inte gör det. Att behålla den sortens fokus är det allra svårasre med att skriva. Alla avbrott förstör det."
"Jag skriver varje dag. Även om det bara blir lite grann. Jag har insett att om jag inte gör det så tar det tre dagar att hitta fokus igen. En ledig dag förstör det."
Joan Didion i Kulturhusets tidning november 2005 samt i Tara 13/06
"Jag skriver varje dag. Även om det bara blir lite grann. Jag har insett att om jag inte gör det så tar det tre dagar att hitta fokus igen. En ledig dag förstör det."
Joan Didion i Kulturhusets tidning november 2005 samt i Tara 13/06
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
LifeJournal for Writers
Hjälpreda i datorn:
"Imagine writing and storing all your work--journal entries, drafts, anecdotes, research notes, poems, stories, and articles--in one comprehensive piece of software for writers. With LifeJournal's software for writers, you can work on drafts, do writing exercises to increase your skill, generate new work, record dreams and conversations, while effortlessly staying organized."
"Imagine writing and storing all your work--journal entries, drafts, anecdotes, research notes, poems, stories, and articles--in one comprehensive piece of software for writers. With LifeJournal's software for writers, you can work on drafts, do writing exercises to increase your skill, generate new work, record dreams and conversations, while effortlessly staying organized."
Författarliv i krönika
En amerikans kvinnlig författare, Jodi Picoult, skriver krönikor sitt liv som författare i Writer´s Digest.
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Läckbergs skrivarvåndor
Deckarförfattare Camilla Läckberg berättar om sina skrivarvåndor och nya deckarmanuset "Tyskungen". Läs under posten 23 augusti.
Camilla är väldigt generös med att berätta om sitt skrivande i denna blogg!
Camilla är väldigt generös med att berätta om sitt skrivande i denna blogg!
Friday, August 18, 2006
Bra länksida
Fick tips från Carol på denna engelskspråkiga sida.
Och sen kom även detta tips som är "superinspirerande ingångar iskrivandet om man nu skulle ha råkat köra fast, eller behöver infoga lite
friska fläktar i sin story". Tack Carol!
PS: Ikväll är det en dokumentär på TV om engelske barnboksförfattaren Roald Dahl ("Kalle och chokladfabriken") - där kan ni se mer av hans lilla skrivarstuga :-)
SVT2 kl 20.00. Repris 20/8.
Och sen kom även detta tips som är "superinspirerande ingångar iskrivandet om man nu skulle ha råkat köra fast, eller behöver infoga lite
friska fläktar i sin story". Tack Carol!
PS: Ikväll är det en dokumentär på TV om engelske barnboksförfattaren Roald Dahl ("Kalle och chokladfabriken") - där kan ni se mer av hans lilla skrivarstuga :-)
SVT2 kl 20.00. Repris 20/8.
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Entusiastisk agent
En amerikansk litterär agent bloggar här bl a om sin entusiasm inför ett fantasymanus som hon fått in. Klart läsvärt! Titta under posten "New client?"
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Chamberlaine igen.....
Hon är så inspirerande med sin glädje över att skriva:
"Ahhhh. . . four wonderful hours at the Opium Den this morning. Me, all curled up in a cushy purple chair with a maple oat nut scone, too many cups of coffee, and a fresh pad of yellow lined paper. Heaven. I’m serious!
My subconscious and I work so well together sometimes! Since I am working on both story and character simultaneously at this early point , here’s how I spent my time. I skimmed/read/skipped through parts of Gail Saltz’s book, THE ANATOMY OF A SECRET LIFE. Ideas came to me as I read and I wrote them down. It’s such a strange and interesting thing that happens when you’re lucky enough to be blessed with an out-of-control imagination. If anyone read my notes and also read Saltz’s book, they’d never connect the two. It’s just that reading anything short of cereal boxes at this point in the process inspires new ideas. It’s such fun. I know the central players now, but they are pale shadows of who’ll they’ll become. A new and intriguing character came to me who will play an important role, and some of the plot twists are popping into my brain.
I’m trying to make three very important decisions: who is the central character, the protagonist? who has a POV (point of view)? and will I write in first or third person?"
Läs mer här.Under posten 14 augusti.
"Ahhhh. . . four wonderful hours at the Opium Den this morning. Me, all curled up in a cushy purple chair with a maple oat nut scone, too many cups of coffee, and a fresh pad of yellow lined paper. Heaven. I’m serious!
My subconscious and I work so well together sometimes! Since I am working on both story and character simultaneously at this early point , here’s how I spent my time. I skimmed/read/skipped through parts of Gail Saltz’s book, THE ANATOMY OF A SECRET LIFE. Ideas came to me as I read and I wrote them down. It’s such a strange and interesting thing that happens when you’re lucky enough to be blessed with an out-of-control imagination. If anyone read my notes and also read Saltz’s book, they’d never connect the two. It’s just that reading anything short of cereal boxes at this point in the process inspires new ideas. It’s such fun. I know the central players now, but they are pale shadows of who’ll they’ll become. A new and intriguing character came to me who will play an important role, and some of the plot twists are popping into my brain.
I’m trying to make three very important decisions: who is the central character, the protagonist? who has a POV (point of view)? and will I write in first or third person?"
Läs mer här.Under posten 14 augusti.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Man ska skriva, inte blogga.....
Miss Snark, uppskattad litterär agent med egen blogg, läxar upp bloggande wanna-be-författare....
Att skriva överallt
Författare av kärleksromaner bloggar om sina äventyr i bokbranschen:
"I work in a cubicle farm, in a sunless, fluorescent office breathing recycled air, the kind of place where everyone gets frequent headaches and no one knows why (the air? the ventilation? the bad ergonomics? the unnatural light? there are too many possibilites to choose from).
It's a badly-run company, with too many layers of management coming up with lousy ideas, leaving the cubicle slaves to shovel the shit, overworked, understaffed, and chided for abysmal morale. I am one of thousands.
I have written on lunch hours, on buses, in hospital waiting rooms, in doctor's offices.
I write longhand, because it's still the most mobile format - I write on scraps of paper, yellowed pieces of binder paper found in a drawer, spiral notebooks lifted from the office supply cabinet (oh, stop, we've all done it) - I have written on stolen breaks, wandering around my office looking for a few minutes of privacy with a door closed, where no one will ask the dreaded question "Whatcha doing?" (I've never found it.)
I know which seat on the commuter train has the wheelwell in the floor, allowing the writer to prop her knee up, angling her notebook away from the passenger in the next seat.
I remember writing an entire short story on the streetcar, scribbling madly, ignoring the queasiness, desperate to get the words out of my head. I have typed everything into a succession of PCs, backing up to floppy disk, carting the disk to work in the vain hope of getting some writing time.
I have tried to get in touch with my muse at 9:30 on a Tuesday night, so stressed I feel like weeping, the house uncleaned, the dishes undone. If I can't write - I'm driving, say - I have perfected the art of writing in my head, storing it up for transcription when I can get my hands on my notebook.The work sells the soul, but the writing restores it. As long as I'm writing, my soul is forgiving of my endless transgressions against her.
It took me longer than you would think to realize that most people don't do all this - that only writers do it. That I'm not actually a worker who writes - I'm a writer who works.
There is a big difference, and the mental shift is not only significant, it's hard. In my case, it wasn't conscious; it bubbled up from somewhere down below over the period of writing my second novel, and actually considering sending it out for publication. If you're going to try to get published, my subconscious said, then you're actually a writer. And my conscious mind said, At last, thank God."
"I work in a cubicle farm, in a sunless, fluorescent office breathing recycled air, the kind of place where everyone gets frequent headaches and no one knows why (the air? the ventilation? the bad ergonomics? the unnatural light? there are too many possibilites to choose from).
It's a badly-run company, with too many layers of management coming up with lousy ideas, leaving the cubicle slaves to shovel the shit, overworked, understaffed, and chided for abysmal morale. I am one of thousands.
I have written on lunch hours, on buses, in hospital waiting rooms, in doctor's offices.
I write longhand, because it's still the most mobile format - I write on scraps of paper, yellowed pieces of binder paper found in a drawer, spiral notebooks lifted from the office supply cabinet (oh, stop, we've all done it) - I have written on stolen breaks, wandering around my office looking for a few minutes of privacy with a door closed, where no one will ask the dreaded question "Whatcha doing?" (I've never found it.)
I know which seat on the commuter train has the wheelwell in the floor, allowing the writer to prop her knee up, angling her notebook away from the passenger in the next seat.
I remember writing an entire short story on the streetcar, scribbling madly, ignoring the queasiness, desperate to get the words out of my head. I have typed everything into a succession of PCs, backing up to floppy disk, carting the disk to work in the vain hope of getting some writing time.
I have tried to get in touch with my muse at 9:30 on a Tuesday night, so stressed I feel like weeping, the house uncleaned, the dishes undone. If I can't write - I'm driving, say - I have perfected the art of writing in my head, storing it up for transcription when I can get my hands on my notebook.The work sells the soul, but the writing restores it. As long as I'm writing, my soul is forgiving of my endless transgressions against her.
It took me longer than you would think to realize that most people don't do all this - that only writers do it. That I'm not actually a worker who writes - I'm a writer who works.
There is a big difference, and the mental shift is not only significant, it's hard. In my case, it wasn't conscious; it bubbled up from somewhere down below over the period of writing my second novel, and actually considering sending it out for publication. If you're going to try to get published, my subconscious said, then you're actually a writer. And my conscious mind said, At last, thank God."
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Småbarnsföräldrar som vill skriva
"Balancing Writing with Parenting"av Angela Giles Klocke - ladda ner e-boken gratis (scrolla ner lite på websidan så hittar du titeln).
Så började det
Läs om hur Lisa Jewell m fl började sina författarkarriärer:
"Her literary career started on a bet. She was offered a free meal if she could write the first three chapters of a book in a month. She did and, on a whim, sent them off to 10 agents.
She says: 'I didn't expect anything to happen and sure enough, as the weeks went by, rejection letter after rejection letter landed on my doorstep. I'd expected nothing more. And then one morning a letter arrived from the last of the ten agents. She liked what she read and wanted to see the rest. After peeling myself off the ceiling, I started panicking. There was no 'rest' of the novel - I'd only written three chapters.'"
"Her literary career started on a bet. She was offered a free meal if she could write the first three chapters of a book in a month. She did and, on a whim, sent them off to 10 agents.
She says: 'I didn't expect anything to happen and sure enough, as the weeks went by, rejection letter after rejection letter landed on my doorstep. I'd expected nothing more. And then one morning a letter arrived from the last of the ten agents. She liked what she read and wanted to see the rest. After peeling myself off the ceiling, I started panicking. There was no 'rest' of the novel - I'd only written three chapters.'"
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