Ruth Fox's Blog - Posts Tagged "art"
Introduction
Hello everyone, and welcome to my blog.
I’ve tried various blogs before now, and I gave up on each of them. Mainly, I suppose, because I lose interest. Writing about my own life holds little interest for me. I would much rather be thinking about what other people are thinking – my characters, and how they view the world, and the way events and circumstances affect them – than stuck inside my own head.
Yet, as a writer, my own thoughts will, of course, influence the way my characters act and react. In a sense, everything I write is about me.
So in the end, I can’t discount my own thoughts and reactions on things, and should probably devote more time to examining and exploring them.
That is my aim with this blog.
I love books. I’ve grown up loving books. I read every day. I read a lot every day. People think I’ve crazy because I read up to ten or twelve books at one time. I can see their point. But I have to do it, because there’s too many good books in the world to do it any other way.
I want to read all those good books.
I’m not saying I don’t read bad books, though. There are plenty out there, full of bad plots and bad use of language. Sometimes they make me cringe. Sometimes it’s unforgiveable. The written word is sacred to me, and I hate to see it misused. But still – what better way to inspire yourself than to read a really bad book and say ‘I can do better?’
I try to do better. Just like with reading, I write every day. It’s enjoyable for me. I love to do it. I want to do it for a living. And I want to do it for the rest of my life.
First of all, let me just say that my one true love is young adult fiction. I love fantasy and science fiction, and though I read across many other genres as well, these are my favourites. The majority of what I write falls into this category.
I’m not sure what it is that attracts me most. Perhaps it’s the freedom that comes with putting your characters into a make-believe world. Perhaps it’s a leftover longing from my childhood, during which I was obsessed with the idea of other worlds and grand adventures. My mother is mostly responsible for it was her reading stories to me and my younger brother that probably began my fascination with the world of literature. I loved Enid Blyton’s stories of ordinary children wrapped up in extraordinary events, like those of the Wishing Chair or the Faraway Tree. I loved magical tales such as Tolkien’s The Hobbit. I loved the strange and unusual tales from other cultures – Finland, South America, and Australian Aboriginal myths – that she would let us choose from the well-stocked bookshelves of our home.
As I grew up, I would read Margaret Mahy or Garth Nix and long to be those characters, sent on a quest or embroiled in an adventure. As an adult, I read anything and everything, from Stephen King to Sara Douglas, JK Rowling to Nora Roberts – but my love for fantasy remains strongest of all.
I am not just a writer, but an aspiring artist as well. I have done illustrations for many of my books, though I doubt most of them will ever see the light of day. Publishers, apparently, do not like authors to illustrate their own work.
Which I think is a pretty rubbish stance to take on the matter.
But anyway. As the children of two artists, my brother and I grew up with pens and pencils in our hands. Art is something I can’t help doing – I think in pictures, and very often my idea for a story will come from a specific scene that I see in my mind. I try to capture this in pictures as well as words – not always successfully, but as I say, I can’t seem to help it. Creativity has a way of bursting out, even if you try to hold it in.
Anyway, that’s enough for now. I will use this blog at least once a week to update my creative ventures and thoughts. Those of you who read it – thank you!
I’ve tried various blogs before now, and I gave up on each of them. Mainly, I suppose, because I lose interest. Writing about my own life holds little interest for me. I would much rather be thinking about what other people are thinking – my characters, and how they view the world, and the way events and circumstances affect them – than stuck inside my own head.
Yet, as a writer, my own thoughts will, of course, influence the way my characters act and react. In a sense, everything I write is about me.
So in the end, I can’t discount my own thoughts and reactions on things, and should probably devote more time to examining and exploring them.
That is my aim with this blog.
I love books. I’ve grown up loving books. I read every day. I read a lot every day. People think I’ve crazy because I read up to ten or twelve books at one time. I can see their point. But I have to do it, because there’s too many good books in the world to do it any other way.
I want to read all those good books.
I’m not saying I don’t read bad books, though. There are plenty out there, full of bad plots and bad use of language. Sometimes they make me cringe. Sometimes it’s unforgiveable. The written word is sacred to me, and I hate to see it misused. But still – what better way to inspire yourself than to read a really bad book and say ‘I can do better?’
I try to do better. Just like with reading, I write every day. It’s enjoyable for me. I love to do it. I want to do it for a living. And I want to do it for the rest of my life.
First of all, let me just say that my one true love is young adult fiction. I love fantasy and science fiction, and though I read across many other genres as well, these are my favourites. The majority of what I write falls into this category.
I’m not sure what it is that attracts me most. Perhaps it’s the freedom that comes with putting your characters into a make-believe world. Perhaps it’s a leftover longing from my childhood, during which I was obsessed with the idea of other worlds and grand adventures. My mother is mostly responsible for it was her reading stories to me and my younger brother that probably began my fascination with the world of literature. I loved Enid Blyton’s stories of ordinary children wrapped up in extraordinary events, like those of the Wishing Chair or the Faraway Tree. I loved magical tales such as Tolkien’s The Hobbit. I loved the strange and unusual tales from other cultures – Finland, South America, and Australian Aboriginal myths – that she would let us choose from the well-stocked bookshelves of our home.
As I grew up, I would read Margaret Mahy or Garth Nix and long to be those characters, sent on a quest or embroiled in an adventure. As an adult, I read anything and everything, from Stephen King to Sara Douglas, JK Rowling to Nora Roberts – but my love for fantasy remains strongest of all.
I am not just a writer, but an aspiring artist as well. I have done illustrations for many of my books, though I doubt most of them will ever see the light of day. Publishers, apparently, do not like authors to illustrate their own work.
Which I think is a pretty rubbish stance to take on the matter.
But anyway. As the children of two artists, my brother and I grew up with pens and pencils in our hands. Art is something I can’t help doing – I think in pictures, and very often my idea for a story will come from a specific scene that I see in my mind. I try to capture this in pictures as well as words – not always successfully, but as I say, I can’t seem to help it. Creativity has a way of bursting out, even if you try to hold it in.
Anyway, that’s enough for now. I will use this blog at least once a week to update my creative ventures and thoughts. Those of you who read it – thank you!
