Sorry I haven’t posted for so long. It’s just that I had nothing much to say. But… finally…my latest novel has been beta-ed & edited and now finally ready to be seen by the professional peeps (with help from a Twilight bar, courtesy of awesome Mandee from Vegan YA Nerds)! Sweet.
I blogged about my writing goals for 2013 here, this post will be dedicated to the personal things I’m resolving to do this year. So far, I’m doing well!
2013 is the year of no new clothes
This statement has already horrified a few women, but when I think about it, the majority of the time I buy clothes because I think I need them or to make myself feel better. I’ve had a long, hard think about this reasoning and I’ve decided that 1) I have plenty of work & play clothes in my wardrobe already and 2) I don’t want my clothes to define me. I am going to see if I can get through a whole year without needing to buy anything (underwear, socks etc exempt of course, I’m not that hard core!).
If I need something I will buy it Preloved (lol, in seriousness I do mean second hand).
Or I will recycle what I have – that burgundy bridesmaid gown from my beta’s wedding is going to get shortened and I will wear it to another wedding (as a guest) in April 2013.
If I hit a snag, I’ll decide what to to do then – but the important thing is I will think about it, my consumption and the footprint I’m leaving on this world. I have a beautiful wardrobe of lovely threads and in 2013, I will cherish each and every one of them and think how lucky I am to own them.
2013 is the year of simplicity
When did life become so… complicated? This year, I promise to live simply, sustainably and be happy with the world. I will not beat myself over what I don’t have, what I want and what I think I need. I am going to focus on what is on the inside.
2013 is the year of de-clutter
This will be one big year-long spring clean! I know I will feel so much better once I get rid of the things that have been sitting in my cupboards, wardrobe and house forever. I have CDs I seriously haven’t listened to for 10 years. I have gifts people I have given me (hello fondue sets. Yes, I mean the three of you) that I have never touched. The aim is to either Use, Sell or Give Away. Someone else can get use out of them! After taking four bootloads of donatables to the Salvos, I feel so much better. And I’ll donate a percentage of the rest which I plan to eBay, to charity.
2013 is the year of kindness
As a former vegetarian, I recently went back to eating vegetarian 5 times a week and I feel so good about it. I will continue to support cruelty-free products & brands and I will keep feeding the ginger secret cat that visits me every night at 10pm (the one that used to cry all night and day because he was hungry). Maybe this year he will formally become my un-secret cat. I will be kind to the world, to strangers and to animals. I will be kind to myself!
Happy New Year! How did you spend the last night of 2012? Mine involved drinking punch, eating cheeses & olives and dancing with my Beta, but perhaps the less said about that the better! (No, it was awesome. I’m always up for punch with fresh blueberries and strawberries in it.)
The ever lovely Emily (@ekmarquart) inspired me to examine what I want to achieve with my writing this year, so the following is (hopefully) my promises to myself.
Finish my current manuscript.
Did I tell you that my manuscript was “almost ready”? Well, I’m a blatant liar, that’s what I am. Maybe every writer goes through the same motions. A few weeks ago I LOVED my manuscript. It might have been something to do with the lychee martini that was accompanying me while I edited. But now, I look at it and I HATE it. These are harsh words. I know I’ll look at it tomorrow and think it’s not so bad, maybe I might even acknowledge that some parts are good. What I have to do is navigate through the push and pull and get this thing DONE. And to accomplish that I need to…
Be kinder to myself.
Trinity wrote a beautiful piece here, about setting personal bars and I couldn’t empathize more. Trying to compare myself to someone else can be a way to motivate, aspire and aim high – but when one is feeling low, it can also be soul sapping and detrimental. But ultimately we can’t help but always make comparisons, because it’s a human way to make sense of our place in the scheme of the writerly world. I’ll always sub-consciously do it, but I’m going to consciously say to myself more – when I’m sick of this room with all the bars and ladders, I’m going to go into the empty room next door and dance to the music I hear in my head (which may or may not be Robert Palmer) and be free to do my own thing.
Start something new.
Did I mention aiming high before? I want to complete my current manuscript and then write a first draft of an entirely new one before the year is out. This might seem impossible right now, but I’m very pugnacious. I have no idea what I want to write, but part of the fear is also the excitement. I love new beginnings.
Venture into The Land Where Abandoned Manuscripts Go to Languish and Die.
Does everyone else also have a deep secret draw of stuff they’ve started but never finished, abandoned beginnings and a general garbage heap of sketches, ideas, single sentences etc? I cringe when I think about it. I have a folder called “emo things” that may require a gas mask and radioactive equipment before I dare touch it. But 2013 is the year I tidy up (or at least look at) the things I wrote maybe 5 years ago. I might discover an accidentally thrown out gem. Or at least have a good laugh, a retrospective and (maybe sentimental) understand better how far I’ve come. It after all, is the year of being easier on myself.
Remember to write down my new ideas.
I’m terrible at recording stuff. The amount of times I’ve said inside my head “hey, that’s a great idea” and then promptly forget 10 minutes later is astounding. This year I will make a concerted effort to keep a little pocket book with me and force myself to scribble in it. Maybe this time I will capture that million dollar idea. Or not. But I like the idea of having something physical in the end, rather than thinking I can hold it all in my head and then losing it all.
Become an astonishingly rich, uber famous full time author. Oh and my book will be turned into a movie (or a TV series, but only if it can’t be a movie).
Don’t we all wish? But seriously, writing is an art you do for yourself, if you’re in it for the money then that’s a completely wrong way about it. It should be about writing a book that in 50 years time will last as a classic, not about which bandwagon you can jump on so you too can “succeed”. Having said that, I would love, love, love to gain international rights, but only so that more people can read my work:-) I don’t ever want to lose the romance of why I did all this in the first place.
What are your New Year Writing Resolutions?
Will 2013 be your year?
Do you promise to be nicer to your inner writer? (because you do deserve it, you know)
I have a very old mobile phone. It’s so old that it has Snake on it. Anyway, while waiting for my husband I managed to flatten my battery (playing too much Snake) so I just sat there and waited.
Frantic husband: I called you a gazillion times, why didn’t you pick up your phone???
Calm wife: My phone died. You said meet at this spot at 4.30 so here I am… waiting…
Frantic Husband: But I could have been late! Something could have gone wrong! I could have been in an emergency! You could have been in an emergency!
Calm Wife: This was fine back in the ’80s.
Frantic Husband: Shirley – it’s no longer the ’80s!! And you never even lived through the ’80s.
I lived through the mid 90s though. Same-same.
Anyway, because I have no new news to offer you about my current MS and also to answer the question of “how do you get your ideas?” (usually from my everyday life, the things that appear mundane to normal people, I try to make it amusing), here’s another raw, unedited snippet from my failed NaNoWriMo 2012 effort
“Halloween can be dangerous, you know,” says Mum. “Do you remember in the news last year how some kids got given cocaine instead of candy?”
“Cool,” I reply.
“You promise me you won’t get into mischief, Kellie?”
“Of course not. Mischief is only what Enid Blyton characters get up to.”
“Why don’t I trust you? As long as you stick by Kimberley. Now that’s a sensible girl.”
Halloween falls on a Wednesday this year, but no one seems to care that Thursday is a school day. There are rumours that James Palmer’s emo band is going to playing a secret gig at the party.
“Did you see it on Facebook?” Kimberley asks me on the phone.
“I don’t have Facebook.”
“Who doesn’t have Facebook?”
I don’t have Twitter, Tumblr or Hipstergram either. In fact I don’t even have a mobile phone. My parents gave me one for “emergencies” but I purposely hid it somewhere I wouldn’t remember.
“People were fine without it in the ‘80s.”
“It’s no longer the 80’s Kellie! Life is a lot more complicated. And there are… cyber criminals, like cyber punks and things out there these days. I just want you to protect yourself.”
I’ve hidden that mobile so well that even if I had to find it, I can’t remember anymore.
The only communication I have is my own personal line in my bedroom to a pink Princess phone. Sometimes I imagine myself lying on my bed and painting my nails while I talk to girlfriends about boys, like in a movie, but do you know how impractical that is?
Sometimes I imagine talking to Robert Palmer on the other line. Maybe he’ll tell me a bedtime story or he’ll do some rhyming couplets with me. I think its awesome how in “Simply Irresistible” he manages to rhyme inscrutable with indivisible and also principle and mythical. That’s talent. All everyone else can remember are the backup girls with the boobs.
In my room I also have an old TV and a VCR that I “inherited” off Mum. Plus all her old Robert Palmer videos.
One day Mum just decided to put the lot out on the curb. I rescued it immediately, went around and through the back door put it in my room in secret.
“That was fast!” Mum exclaimed. “People take anything these days it seems.”
Mum spent her teen years sitting in front of the TV with her finger on the record button so she could tape all the music video and interviews. Life must have been so tedious I think to myself as I watch clips with missed beginnings and chopped off ends. Then again, half the girls I know these days spend all their time sharing around emo pictures of headless girls and dead girls and dead, headless girls in prom dresses on their Tumblr and I can imagine thousands of teenage girls furiously looking and then tumbling along the images, all trapped in their dark caged rooms.
I’m glad I don’t have Facebook. I don’t care about boys like James Palmer, anyway.
I‘m into contemporaries with unique and quirky sounding concepts. These are the ones which fascinate me the most.
1. Life in Outer Space by Melissa Keil (Feb 2013, Hardie Grant Egmont) I confess, Melissa is my ex-editor. I knew she wrote, but was shy about revealing the exact details. I complimented her once on a short story, and said I believed in her, but I don’t think she believed me. Plucked out of 250 submission by The Ampersand Project, I just can’t wait to find out what makes this book a standout. Billed as a geeky romance with everything we love about 80s rom coms, this sounds unique and awesome.
2. All This Could End by Steph Bowe (Feb 2013, Text) I absolutely adored Steph’s debut novel Girl Saves Boy. It had such a fresh, indie voice that it got me questioning, why aren’t there more real teens writing teen fiction and being published? I’ve been waiting for the next installment ever since. Now 18, I’m hoping to see a maturity and growth and by the sounds of it – a story about a girl’s bank robbing family – also a new edginess. I’m hoping it’s Girl Saves Boy meets Pulp Fiction.
3. Sweet Damage by Rebecca James (April 2013, Allen & Unwin)I still dream about Anna London’s House. How beautiful and Rebecca-esque is this opening? I’m a fan of Rebecca’s debut, Beautiful Malice and it looks like she’s back with more sinister girls and a mysterious tale of intrigue. Rebecca does Toxic Girls better than anyone and yes, I am jealous of her in a second banana sot of way (it’s actually admiration, not jealousy). This looks right up my alley.
4. Bridge of Clay by Markus Zusak (unconfirmed). Maybe this is wishful thinking. There is no confirmed date for MZ’s long awaited next novel. But one can wish. I’ve read some of the snippets of the novel on his Facebook fan page and the writing is absolutely beautiful, it’s like he’s gone to a total new level since The Book Thief. He’s come a long way since Underdog
5. The Howling Boy by Cath Crowley (Sept 2012, Pan Macmillan Australia). Cath Crowley’s voice is like no other and like Markus Zusak, her talent has slowly been building until it culminated in Graffiti Moon. Will she top that? I think it’s possible that Cath is going to take her writing to a new place and with hints to a stream-of-consciousness styling, things that happen in the subconscious, mystery and love, it all points to something exciting, experimental and amazing. That title is so evocative.
Confession time. I had high hopes for NaNo 2013, I really did. I was going to write every day, not the amount to make it to the 50K grand total, but at least 350+ words per day. I figured that if I wrote a mini chapter each day, then by the end I would have a mini-book that could possibly become the seeds for a full length novel. I was supposed to end up with 10,500+ words. Instead have a paltry 4,503 words:( I got up to Day #13 before I fell on my face. Bah. Real life got in the way, mostly in the form of my Beta, who turned out to be a complete Bridezilla, but it’s okay for me to point it out, she’s already acknowledged the fact:)). Oh well, I ended up with some interesting little vignettes. Plus there’s always next year!
Pssst. Not that it’s any secret (it’s visible on my public NaNo profile), but this is what I was working on. Truly. Do I ever humour you? But don’t you dare add this to Goodreads.
Novel: Robert Palmer
Author: Shirley Marr
Genre: Young Adult Fiction
Synopsis: Liking Robert Palmer will get you into trouble.
Have you heard of Robert Palmer? He’s this singer who used to be popular in the ’80s. But he grew old and settled down here in Middlemoore to raise a family.
Why here? Why not a rich part of Britain? Why not even a rich part of Australia? Why not a tropical tax haven in the Bahamas?
Mum said Robert Palmer made some bad investments. And he wants his children to grow up without privilege. Even though it’s Robert Palmer, I still think it’s an adult’s way of saying that they want to subject you to the same crappy experiences that they went through so you’d grow up to be just like them. So you’ll all be truly related.
It helps me think of him as a real person.
Robert Palmer’s son, James Palmer goes to our school. He’s the lead singer of some emo band, but I don’t really know because I don’t listen to modern music. I like my mum’s music. I’m not sure whether this is because I want to be close to her, be like her or actually be her. Daughters are complicated like that. Mum used to be the Robert Palmer fan, but now it’s me.
James Palmer is having a Halloween party and everyone wants to go because it’s James Palmer. But I want to go because of Robert Palmer.
That’s why I decided to convince my best friend Kimberley to sneak out with me. It would turn out to be the biggest mistake of my life, of course.
I bought an early Halloween treat for myself, this big skeleton made up of individual lollies. I named him Robert Palmer and yesterday I ate his head. Today I will eat the legs. It’s really nice, tastes like milk bottles. I hope to finish him come Halloween.
But I never intended for Kimberley to disappear.
PS – I had a disagreement in the back of a limo with my designated groomsman (the good looking/goofy Michael, he’s so cute) on the day of the wedding about whether Robert Palmer is sexist or ironic. I think he’s the later. Michael of course does not believe me (plus I think that he thinks I’m a complete weirdo, mainly on account of singing Total Eclipse of the Heart in public), but I love Robert Palmer anyway.
I recently had the pleasure of being photographed by the wonderfully talented Emma Taylor. Em and me go way back, having attended the same high school, but we didn’t hang in the same crowds and we went our separate ways in real life. We rediscovered each other through Facebook just recently (don’t you just love FB for that?) and seeing Em’s portfolio, I knew that I wanted her to do my next headshots! Em has a way of using natural light to make all her clients look naturally beautiful, relaxed and like themselves, just like every woman should look. No extreme photo-shopping or airbrushing for me thanks (but I will have that extra slice of cake instead). I hope you like the results you can see in this new portfolio here. I chose to wear my favourite white tutu and a special occasion Peach Party Dress. If you live in Perth, make sure you book a sesh with Em, she’ll make you feel so positive and embraced. One day you’ll look back and realise how truly beautiful you were:)
Free blueberry muffins and pomegranate mocktails!! Sorry. Now that I have your attention, I profess I don’t have any (but if this were real life, I totally would). Greetings world, this is my new website, do you like it? I thought it was time for a fresh change. I think you will agree that everything is now a whole lot more functional, with my site and blog combined into one. It’ll also be easier for me to update you with the latest news, goss & stuff. Please have a look around and feel free to leave comments for me