Greek Muses Urania and Calliope

The muse of epic poetry is called Calliope (on right) and she carries with her a tablet (normally an iPad though she’s thinking of switching to Android) on which she writes her thoughts then whispers them to you. She was the inspiration for Homer’s Illiad and The Odyssey.

So when you’re waiting for her to turn up this is what she looks like.

The muse on the left is Urania who is the muse of astronomers.

The photograph is part of a mural in an hotel in Paphos, Cyprus where all of the nine muses are displayed.

Hotel Corridor in Paphos

A snapshot of a carving at the side door of the 2nd Century Cathedral

Not my original work – Apologies to originator of this cartoon

A monument to the fallen in WWI.

To read more about the monument see

http://i-nation.me/2012/09/19/musings-on-a-monument-at-berjisiya/

How to find a Shakespearian Character Line

Eco-Structures in Singapore

Changing of the shift of the two doormen at Raffles Hotel in Singapore

I didn’t like the look of it, the feel of it or the size of it. At 110,000 words I’d expected a doorstop sized whacking big thing, but no. It looked like a thicker version of a half-sized comic. The champagne stayed in the fridge and the party hats remained in their boxes.

And that was just the start of it.

Holding the Book

But as I’ve learned in life it’s the setbacks that teach you the most. And a very big lesson was just round the corner as I sat down to read my own book in print.

The experience was completely different to the 800+ times I’d read it in A4 size electronic format. It was even different from the version I downloaded from Kindle. It was a revelation.

Every author has probably read their first chapter hundreds of times. Trying to get it right. The one chapter that sets the scene, hooks the reader and foreshadows the tale to come. As I read my first chapter for the first time in print the book took on a different feel. I could almost see the words threading through the page ahead of me, like a narrow pathway leading me into the story. The plot unfolded more slowly, the characters seemed sharper and the hints on what was to come were more subtle.

It was a different book. It was an actual honest to goodness novel, not just electronic words dancing on a screen that one day would become a book. It was real.

I reached for a party hat…..

Then I noticed that some of the typeset wasn’t quite right. The chapter titles weren’t centre-justified. There were grammatical errors even after the two professional edits and the hundreds of searches through the text for missed capitals, commas in the wrong place and quotation marks not closed. The hundreds of hours spent finishing the book for a Kindle upload looked hopelessly inadequate. The book just wasn’t publishable, I’d jumped the gun like so many of my fellow writers. I’d wanted to finish the book so badly I ignored the advice to ‘edit the book to death’ before it went public.

So, on a plane last night I sat with a pen and a highlighter going over the text once more. I edited it backwards so that I wouldn’t get wound into the story and end up being more interested in the hero’s arc that the punctuation.

It’s going to take some time to fix. No-one said it would be easy.

But, to date, it’s the most important writing lesson I’ve learned.

And it’s a lesson that we all probably have to learn at some point.

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