September 1st, 2006

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Found via pariyal

Ten Top Trivia Tips about Llygoden!

  1. The patron saint of llygoden is Saint Eugenie!
  2. It takes more than 500 peanuts to make llygoden!
  3. Llygoden was originally called Cheerioats.
  4. Llygoden can sleep with one eye open.
  5. Llygoden is the world's largest rodent!
  6. Scientists believe that llygoden began billions of years ago as an enormous ball of dust and gas!
  7. While sleeping, fifteen percent of men snore, and ten percent grind their llygoden.
  8. Forty percent of the world's almonds and twenty percent of the world's peanuts are used in the manufacture of llygoden.
  9. Some people in Malaysia bathe their babies in beer to protect them from llygoden.
  10. If the Sun were the size of a beach ball then Jupiter would be the size of a golf ball and llygoden would be as small as a pea.
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As llygoden means "mouse", I loved the idea of being the world's largest rodent!
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Writing progress

No actual progress, though partly thanks to green_knight's comments on the fragment I posted the day before yesterday, I realised that:

a) I haven't found the voice yet for this novel and the scene was very blah, partly because I was working with stuff originally written 6 years ago.
b) Huw just doesn't really do anything in this scene.
c) Changing the POV from Mark to Huw was a big mistake. Mark is the active one in this skirmish, so despite him not having a clue as to what is going on, he gets the POV back.

In fact I began to feel rather despondent about the whole thing. Perhaps Moving a Mountain was a fluke? Perhaps I'll never write anything decent again? green_knight mentioned that the snippets I'd posted of Moving a Mountain as I wrote it were much more assured, even the first draft.

But then I thought about it for a bit and then checked the spreadsheet and worked out that I had been writing MAM for 4-5 months before I posted anything to LJ. The opening pages had been re-written several times, so I didn't get the voice right away there either. This cheered me up again.

I had another moment of enlightenment this evening watching a TV programme in memory of Sir Kyffin Williams, a Welsh painter who died today at the age of 88. I have a great fondness for Sir Kyffin, at least partly because he doesn't hold with the idea of Inborn Talent. He himself only became a painter because he was an epileptic and in his youth was advised to take up painting for the good of his health.

The programme showed him working on a painting, sketching out the outlines of rocks and sea with a big paintbrush. It all looked very rough and, to be honest, not very promising. It was the sort of scruffy outline that I could have done myself. He took a cloth soaked in some kind of solvent and scrubbed at parts of it. It still looked a mess. And then they dissolved to the finished painting and it was stunning.

And I realised that that's how I write. I get down a messy sketch of what happens, of who does what to whom, of who says what, along with an approximate description of the surroundings. And then I work on it and work on it. In addition to the two full revision passes, every time I re-read, I will tweak a bit. It often doesn't take much: changing a verb here, chopping a long and convoluted sentence into two more concise ones there. finally, as I get further into the novel, the prose becomes more assured from the start, but the beginnings are a big soggy mess for quite a while and beginnings are the parts that are re-written most.