Ray Daley's Blog, page 32
June 28, 2016
An untitled short poem
With every dream we kill, you become more cynical,
A little less spirtual, slightly more mechanical.
If any dream still lives, it’s a bloody miracle,
Highly more improbable, slightly less than possible.
Our Trip (a Doctor Who poem)
SPOILERS, SWEETIE!
Our Trip, By Ray Daley.
We’re going to Skaro tonight, Wait ’till there isn’t much light,
‘Cause Daleks can’t see in the dark, If they’re stuck in a Genesis Ark.
So we’re going to Skaro today, Whatever the Doctor might say,
We’ll possibly cry, and probably die, or get eaten along the way.
We’re going to meet their Boss, the bloke know as Davros,
He’ll shout & he’ll scream, be incredibly mean, then totally argue the toss.
So we’re going to Skaro today, the Doctor & Clara will play,
We’ll travel in time, our lives on the line, you wouldn’t want it any other way.
Work (an even older poem!)
Work – By R. Daley, 8/10/90, 10.22am. P&A 27.
Where I work are lots of people all looking the same,
Wearing uniform & coloured tabs, but on your chest your name.
Our job is important, we protect our country.
We have to be many things, but never people.
We do not speak what we think, The rules hold us back, to protect us.
The future is safe, with the country in our hands,
As we keep a watch over this land.
We must obey and not complain,
As it is our duty to work and train.
We live together, a small society,
Working with each other, a helping community,
But knowing the dangers, with no immunity,
How can we go on like this, our life, insanity.
Our prayer is peace of mind,
Of Hope, Of Brotherhood, A vision for mankind.
And when the killing’s over, what we saw,
Where children stood then, Men stood before.
A double vision. Of Tomorrow.
Invasion (an old poem)
Invasion. © 17/06/02 R.P.Daley.
So why invade Earth?
It’s only a tiny blue sphere.
Its natives pollute it like hell,
Who would want to go there?
The humans think they are so smart,
What they jokingly refer to as art.
Their lives spent seeking a thrill,
Finding more obscene ways to kill.
The best thing we chose to decide,
When they invented war, we would hide.
Will they ever guess or suppose,
We are right here under their nose.
They are too busy watching the stars,
Inventing Little Green men from Mars.
We’ll appear with our speeches rehearsed,
Why invade when we lived here first!
The End.
June 21, 2016
An older poem
When you wish upon a star, you might get burnt where you are.
It’s a fiery ball of gas, that will just cremate your ass.
June 10, 2016
The two types of story
As a writer of fiction there is something you have to learn about stories. There are two kinds.
1) The Request.
The request is exactly that, it asks to be written. You might get around to writing it eventually.
2) The Demand.
Again, exactly how it sounds. The demand won’t stand for any nonsense from you mere writers, it wants out of your head NOW or sooner and you just have to get it down onto paper or typed up that very second.
The sooner you learn about these differences, the better.
The Demand is a rare breed but when it happens, write it, don’t even think about resisting the urge.
May 30, 2016
A weird poem
Venus de Milo by Ray Daley
The Venus de Milo had 38 fingers,
The memory of that sadly still lingers.
That wonderful lady had style and such charms,
But with 38 fingers we cut off her arms.
The Venus de Milo is totally armless,
Her look rendered harmless.
The trouble with sculpting a work of art,
Is stopping before you know how to start.
How I wrote a novel in (under) 30 days
I’ve wanted to write a novel for most of my adult life, especially when I started getting more serious about my writing.
But here’s what scared me – the sheer length of the thing.
50,000 words is a lot of typing.
But if you break it down into chunks that the average human brain can look at without flying into a panic attack, it’s entirely possible.
So the first thing you’ve got to do is commit to the idea completely.
Here’s how I did it. An announcement over social media stating my intent, when I intended to do it and what the conditions were.
You can read the whole thing here:-
https://raymondwriteswrongs.wordpress.com/2016/03/05/an-important-announcement/
So I set a start date.
I then started to look at whatever notes I already had. Because I already had the idea for the story, it’d been a work in progress for almost 3 years.
Just the outline was over 3000 words. So it was pretty detailed before I ever started it.
But a mere outline isn’t a 50k word novel so I had to address certain issues, how I wanted things to unfurl as they went along. You do that by asking yourself questions then answering them.
You become familiar with the story, the characters and the world itself.
Once you’re happy you’ve covered everything that’s potentially going to happen in the story, get your notes into order and just wait until the start day.
Then start.
50k words in 30 days is 1667 words per day. For an average speed typist it’s about 2 hours of solid uninterupted writing every day. And if you ARE serious about writing a novel, there can’t be many people who couldn’t find 2 hrs in their day to set aside just for writing.
I had a full time job where I worked a 9 hr day, I travelled an hr to get there and home. So I didn’t have much free time. But I used what I had to the best of my ability.
I’d make sure I’d eaten, had a drink on standby and music to listen to for the whole period. Something different every day so as to not stagnate.
I’d just start at a set time (for me between 9pm and 10pm) then write for at least 2 hrs.
I didn’t make 1667 words every day. Most of the time I went over that easily. A few days I didn’t even make 1000 words, but I didn’t dispair. I would make up what I hadn’t written that day the following day.
It was a carrot to me, to not fall behind, to remain ahead as long as possible. On only 3 days of my writing process did I fall short of the 1667 mark.
I completed the novel in 28 days. But I wrote 50k words in 26 days.
But merely writing the novel is the start.
Then you have to spellcheck and proof. You have to read what you’ve written.
Because that was one rule I had. Never read what you’re writing as you are doing it.
It wasn’t all plain sailing the whole time. About 2/3’s of the way through, I felt like I was running out of steam and doubted that I could finish.
That was when I sought out fellow writers on twitter and asked for advice. And boy were they lovely, wonderful, helpful folks! They got me back on track and motoring again.
So don’t feel like your novel has to be just you versus the world.
Other writers want you to succeed.
Because the feeling of writing THE END is the greatest one you’ll ever get.
So what are you waiting for? It’s only 1667 words a day.
May 3, 2016
Have a poem.
Viva El Presidente!
Hail to the briefest Chief, the one that only lasted two days,
The shortest reign we’ve seen, it ended for any number of ways.
So we hail our Chief, call for relief and live in the belief,
That the next one will be better, A go-getter,
Anything as long as it’s not a red setter.
Because us dumb folks will vote for anything,
Trump is proof enough right there.
THE END
April 28, 2016
Novel update
Day 28.
6:28pm UK local time, I AM FINISHED!
I just wrote my first fucking novel!
Daily word count, 2425. Total word count, 54754.
Stick a fork in me folks, I am done.
Thanks to everyone for their words of support, I couldn’t have done it without you.
