Writing and Publishing the Web Serial Half Midnight Five Days a Week
Author: Gerhi Janse van Vuuren
Gerhi Janse van Vuuren works by day as an art teacher and by night as voyeur of an alternate reality. Gerhi is very proud of having once built a porch but has never had the honour to overhaul an internal combustion engine.
Silly question because you cannot sell your time. Not really. You can do things for other people and get paid for doing it but are you selling time? Never.
What do you do with time then? You can’t save it, you can’t waste it. It just is. Now. This is time.
See, there it goes. It’s gone.
You wasted it. Now rather go do something else. Something important that could make a difference to you. Could be a nap. Could be a conversation. Could be writing a book, or not.
Enough silly questions, now a writing update.
Novel draft went 30 000 words forwards and 12 000 back. More clarity and focus was were (damn subject-verb rubbish) achieved. More writing needs to be done. It is going to take some time. Please let me know if you have any spare.
Between 2012 and 2015 I published eight short stories through Amazon Kindle and some of the same eight through other channels (under the name Gerhi Feuren). I sold a handful directly and a mere four copies through Amazon. Clearly not a roaring success. But nevertheless a good process and learning experience.
But I have now unpublished all of my short stories, which may seem as if I am going backwards. Maybe I am but only time will tell. Maybe I will republish them here as free stories. I have not made that decision yet.
Have I given up on writing? No, I haven’t. On the contrary, I am now as committed as ever to keep writing. I am very close to finishing the draft of a novel. Very, very close but I don’t want to say more than that. But I do want to say that my focus is on writing the novel. That novel specifically and then the novel as a particular form.
When I have more information available I will post it here. But for the moment I am hunkering down to finish the first novel. Then other things may be said, or not.
At the end of last year, 2016, it started bothering me that I have a website but I rarely update it. Or if I do get inspiration I fire of a series of five posts in three days and then nothing happens again for three months. This year, 2017, I am aiming for a little more consistency.
I plan to do a monthly update on all the things I am busy with, working on, finished working on, abandoned or restarted in the past month. I will write this update somewhere between the 25th and the end of every month and it will mostly be a ramble around things. Yes, I know that instead of banging it all together in one post I can create a whole slew of shorter posts but I am going for consistent and regular updates here, not the posting championship of three short posts a day for every day of the year.
School started. With a bang. Last year I started the year working on a Class 11 play and I am doing it again this year. But I did not start there, I started with a Class 10 Main Lesson and as usual I have been unraveling the whole thing so that I am putting together a patchwork cloth rather than presenting a finely woven carpet. Not that it hasn’t been interesting and fun so far, it has been, and we have been making wonderful discoveries about colour.
But what I am really looking forward to at the moment is starting on the Class 11 play. We have our first workshop this coming Saturday and today I spent a fair amount of time working out a first draft for a complete rehearsal schedule. On the other hand, my colleague has worked out a detail plan for this Saturday’s encounter.
Between the two of us I am beginning to feel over prepared. And at the same time I started wondering whether getting prepared on this level might not help me get a whole lot of other things done.
I finally figured out how to delimit the essay I have to write for my Teacher Training. I have been gathering information but it was all over the place with no clear focus. This past week I had a brainwave regarding what is said about teaching art in the high school. No matter what at some point when art is explained somebody will say: “…and in class nine we teach black and white drawing.”
Well yes, we do, kind of. But why? And how? And for what purpose? And how? And…?
As you can see, I have been thinking deeply about this. And I will explore it much deeper while I construct an essay about drawing in black in white in class nine. Don’t hold your breath for revelations however, I might still be as muddled about it when I am done as I am now. Though the current class 9s are doing swimmingly in their first forays into drawing in the high school, though it is more grey than black and white.
I have had great success last year with the class 10s and painting. But I felt that I had to take it a level deeper because I was a bit all over the place and I wasn’t sure where we managed to make the most progress. In flailing about for direction I came across the teachings of Herman Hersche.
Even a cursory overview convinced me that here was a method that is not only teachable but will also be able to produce significant progress and lasting results. The only problem is, I am as much a novice at applying the techniques as my students. This past week I attempted a demonstration of the first exercises and failed rather dismally to produce anything valuable.
This post heading has been in my drafts folder for forever. I could leave it there until I have something really good to write or I can just go right ahead and write something to go with it now. Quick, 30 seconds of wisdom on not giving up.
If you are tired of quitting stop starting over. Wise words, isn’t it. It means that momentum is good and that you should treasure it. It also means that you can’t do everything you want to do. There isn’t enough time.
And with that 30 seconds is up and I have no more wisdom to dispense. Was that satisfying though? Is it going to change your life?
Did you see what I did with that question? I asked you not if you are dog person but if you are a dog? Does it destroy the funny when I started explaining the joke? or was it not funny because I am hurting your feeling?
Don’t you just love dichotomies? I don’t. I prefer that there be at least seven different options to choose from and that none of them has any value attached to them. Sweet or sour? Intro or extrovert? Screaming lunatic or only sane man on the planet? Man or woman? Or no man?
Maybe I just hate making choices? How do you decide things?
I have a story that I have republished with at least half a dozen covers. Call it my cover experimentation story. I have just redone a new cover for it.
This time not because I didn’t like the previous cover but because I’m shedding my pseudonym (Gerhi Feuren) and moving all my stuff to be published under my own name (Gerhi Janse van Vuuren). It is a consolidation exercise aimed at simplifying my world somewhat. I don’t think it is going to do that though.
Doesn’t matter. I’m happy working in obscurity still and will continue to do so. I’m not intending to brand my re-covered story covers or even to do them any good for whatever genre, style or secret code they are supposed to be managed by.
I’m just doing them because to get them done. Do you ever do things completely your own bloody way just for the hell of it?
Or don’t you do enough walking in the dark? Because if you don’t dawdle into the unknown you have little chance dumping over the edge.
What I mean is, do you manage to get to the end of yourself? Because it is not nice to know you have ends. Being blissfully convinced that you can do anything you set your mind to is a precious kind of ignorance. Do you do enough to rid yourself of this delusion.
I thought I didn’t and I still fumbled hard into the brickness making me thinks my ends have moved closer to the middle of me.
Do you have any idea what I meant with that last sentence?