Category Archives: Who Knew?

C. S. Lewis – Was it the thumb or the rhythm?

C.S Lewis wrote under the pseudonym Clive Hamilton when it came to his poems, something he wished to achieve greatness in. His death was largely unreported because it unfortunately happened on the same day as JFK was assassinated. Oh, and he only had one thumb joint.

I mention that last point because C. S. Lewis never learned to type. That was what I discovered when I was looking at the arguments for and against writing longhand in the age of technology. Some have pointed at the weird thumb goings on as the cause, but it may not be anything as physiological. Instead there is the suggestion it is something much deeper. Something that all of us, as writers, should consider.

cs lewis writing

He apparently believed that the typewriter could not capture – perhaps even interrupted – the rhythm of writing. There have been many authors since who have followed the same argument; that there is something much more deliberate about writing with a pen and paper than there is on a keyboard. Today especially, when keys are whisper soft and require only the barest of touches, it is easy to pour out the words lightening quick. You don’t even have to press hard or do that thing at the end of the line when the carriage returns with a happy little ‘ding’ sound. Apologies to any younger readers who legitimately have no idea what I’m talking about. You should try and find a good old fashioned typewriter some time.

The pen forces a slowness, a deliberateness; each word can be thought about and selected as the hand forms its predecessor. For many authors today, especially those who are self-published and feel the pressure to release multiple books a year, there is a sense that every word must be captured as quickly as possible, in a format that will then make the movements from first draft to epub as smooth as possible. I would argue that in doing so, we lose not only some of the pleasure of writing, but some of the ability to fully utilise our skills as writers. We have a wealth of words at our disposal, and typing quickly might allow us to use a good one, but it might not allow us the time to choose the best one.

 

RIP Biddy the travelling hedgehog

It’s no secret on this site that there is a love of hedgehogs. In fact, I’d been planning to do a post on Biddy for a week or so, but found out today that he had passed away. So this is very different from the original post I’d drafted out, but one I want to do nonetheless.

Biddy the travelling hedgehog, one of the finest pieces of journalism ever produced by the huffington post, provided a little background! Who wouldn’t want to high five this little guy?

Image courtesy of Biddy's human

Image courtesy of Biddy’s human

 

But it wasn’t always the adventure lifestyle for Biddy. Even famous hedgehogs sometimes just hang out, doing everyday things…

Chillin with a pumpkin

Chillin with a pumpkin

Honestly, this is an entirely gratuitous hedgehog appreciation post. Checking out these pictures made me smile, and life is all about finding the little moments of happy. It’s a shame there won’t be many more pictures such as these, but a big thank you for the fact they were shared originally.

You can check out Biddy on Instagram and take a look back at his adventures.

Did you know…? Dracula

One of the parts of Dracula that gets glossed over, especially these days, is that the Count brings back a baby in a bag for his brides to feed upon. It may not be stated explicitly ‘baby in a bag’ but it’s pretty clear what’s going on there.

The fascination with vampires (I first read Dracula about twenty years ago in my early teens) has whipped to a frenzy over the past few years, although it is probably dying down again now. This happens in cycles, it seems, but the recent phase has definitely placed the attractiveness of the vampire front row and centre in many a secret literary/TV crush. It seems to me, therefore, that if you want to make someone a little bit sexy, having him bring babies back for his undead mistresses to snack on is probably not the done thing. Just saying. If it is, please don’t tell me. I don’t want to know you.

Anyway, Dracula certainly has some personal appeal in a grossly mesmerising car-crash-can’t-look-away sense, but the book was all about the horror of the man himself. Not the sexiness.

He had hairy palms for goodness sake. And if that gets you off, then I still don’t want to know…

 

Did You Know…

….the scientific name for the Bald Eagle is Haliaeetus leucocephalus?

Or that it has a mass of 3 – 6.3 kg and a wingspan of 180 – 230 cm, which is pretty astounding really. I would convert that to non-metric for you, but if you’re that interested you can probably do it yourself.

These are the kind of random facts you acquire when you’re researching for a book. I was into the flow of the story, tapping away happily on my keyboard, when an eagle lands. In the story, not randomly in my apartment. And the thought struck me: how heavy is an eagle anyway? Have I just wrote something completely implausible?

Normally, if I’m in the flow of a story, I make the point of not stopping. If something occurs to me that it might not be entirely accurate, or if I can’t quite get the right word or name, I tend to just write [CHECK] in the manuscript after it. Otherwise you end up chasing rabbit holes on the interwebz. Don’t look at me like you don’t know what I’m talking about. You do it too.

However, in this instance, I’m glad I did. It’s nice to sometimes take a moment to wonder at the sheer impressiveness of nature.