Inspirational YA time travel novel writing art!

I love searching through Pinterest and Google for inspirational images to get me in the writing zone. I often spend hours (when I should probably be doing something else) Googling 1980’s fashion, adverts and recipes. It’s like chilling out, taking a break, getting inspired and working on your project all at the same time!

Anyway, today I came across an image so freaking cool and SO my novel that I was like – OMG this is perfect! I need it for the cover or something.  Ashton Kutcher of all people (seriously not that sure why I’m following Ashton Kutcher, I mean his movies are OK I guess, but I’m not like in the fandom or anything) posted this article  yesterday about this awesome artist called David Jablow. What he does, amongst other things, is he finds these cool retro kitsch doodle pads…

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And just when you think you’re going to see some badly drawn boobs, he does something like this:

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For those of you who don’t know what the hell this Time Traveller’s Scrunchie thing is, basically I’m writing… no wait, it’s finished! I wrote a YA novel about time travel and the 1980’s and there is actually a calculator watch in it, and later in the triology some of these other things, like the chic from the 70’s make an appearance!

I just freaking love it, and you should totally go check out his website to see all the other amazing things he’s done!

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Architectural Afterlife

Johnny Joo. What an awesome name. I’ve been trying to think of a writer alias last name for ages. Johnny Joo (pronounced Yo) is the best name ever. But what’s even cooler than his name is his photography.

I’m totally in love with his photos of abandoned places. I’ve been trawling through them for days and being a writer I feel like each one is a short story, a YA novel or an entire series! I’ve got to admit the hospital ones really freak me out, but below I’ve added a bunch that I thought were particularly awesome. I hope you enjoy these as much as I did and make sure to check out this guy’s work!

 

I love the abandoned school pics. Introducing my next series of YA novels – Dystopia High.

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It’s the end of the world as we know it, but you still have to go to PE/Gym class. Nooooooooo!!!

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Did anyone ever see that really bad TV movie Terror in the Mall?

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The abandoned bowling alley is one of my faves. What happened here? Why didn’t you even take your awesome retro ashtrays?!

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And you forgot your shoes. I love that there is a pair still on the counter.

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This diner. I mean, don’t you even put the plates away after your last shift?

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And this is probably my favourite of all. The school that’s always closed, because every day is a snow day.

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I is for Icehouse

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Growing up in Australia these guys were basically the soundtrack to my childhood. They were also the soundtrack to a couple of years ago when I was living a little in limbo. I had Electric Blue on repeat on my iPod for about three months while I tried to work out what I was doing with my life. Icehouse therapy? I totally recommend.

Their music was, still is and always will be awesome, and so was Iva’s hair.

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I have so many favourite Icehouse songs that instead of posting one link here I had to post my top 5. Enjoy! x

The song that sorted my life out. Do you think this has anything to do with why I decided to devote my life to writing a YA novel about time travel? Lol! 😀 x

Indiana Jones eat your heart out!

You’ve gotta be crazy baby to want a guy with nicer hair than you.

This killer Aussie vid always makes me way more homesick than Men at Work’s Down Under.

And I nearly forgot, I can touch the fire!

D is for Donnie Darko

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What kind of time travel related blog would this be without making some kind of reference to Donnie Darko? One of the weirdest, greatest, creepiest, confusing and awesome time travel movies ever made.

I must’ve seen it about 8 or 9 times and you know what? I’m just going to admit it. I still don’t totally get it. I get bits of it, I get some of it, I have a lot of theories about it, but I don’t totally get all of it. This explanation just doesn’t cut it for me, it just seems way too convoluted.

But if writing about time travel has taught me anything about time travel, it’s that time travel is convoluted.

I’m trying to make my story as simple as possible, but it’s not so easy. It’s like every time a character says something, I have to check like two other time periods to make sure it fits in with what happens later, and before. I guess I can see how the writer of DD got themselves to this point where actually no one could ever work it out without Googling, unless they were some kind of genius. Maybe I should have just chosen to write about vampires because let’s face it, there just aren’t enough YA novels about vampires (joking).

If you worked out Donnie Darko on your own, or you have a different theory I’d seriously love to hear it!

 

 

C is for Catalano

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A friend of mine posted a picture of himself and Jared Leto on Facebook this week. Colour me green, I was so envious! Why can’t I meet Jared Leto?! More importantly, why couldn’t my 15 year old self meet Jared Leto’s My So Called Life Self?! 

My So Called Life was one of the best 90’s TV shows which totally hit the nail on the head of adolescence so bad it’s painful to watch. I practically was Claire Danes in high school. OK, not practically, but there are some similarities. I dyed my hair red. I always crushed on the least attainable guys. I had a best friend who always got me into trouble. And no one like, got me. You know?

So today I’d like to pay homage to Jordan Catalano, the stare bear with the floppy hair, by posting some of my favourite quotes from the show. It’s just amazing how real this show was. The writers did a damn fine job and I definitely consider it a huge influence on my writing. 

 

When Angela finally admits why she’s in love with Jordan: “I just like how he’s always leaning. Against stuff. He leans great.”

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When Angela ponders the wonders of the Universe: “Does anybody know Jordan Catalano? That question, like, got to me. I mean, I’d had seven conversations with him, and one really bad kiss, and one amazing one…But did I, like, know him?”

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When Jordan gets confused about stuff: “This doesn’t seem like a Friday.” 

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When Angela notices Jordan’s pre-hipster penchant for thrift stores: “It’s amazing the things you notice. Like the corner of his collar that was coming undone, like he was from a poor family and couldn’t afford new shirts. That’s all I could see. The whole world was that unravelled piece of fabric. It’s such a lie that you should do what’s in your heart. If we all did what was in our hearts, the world would come to a halt.”

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How Jordan feels about obligations: “Well, if I go somewhere and someone I know is there, then cool, there’s something natural about it. But once you start making plans, then you have like, like obligations and that basically blows.”

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And this: “This whole day has been one long thing that makes no sense.”

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Procrastination by design

It’s nearly 4pm, Saturday afternoon. I wanted to get loads of writing done today but instead I got sucked into the vortex that is Pinterest, Etsy and BuzzFeed. And now I feel like total crap about myself because I’ve wasted the day and I only wrote 3 sentences. The chapter I’m editing right now is such a huge mess. I can’t deal. 

But I thought I’d share the top 10 amazing 80’s design/art works I’ve found today in the hopes that I’ll feel like my existence means something, even if it’s just to share cool pictures on the internet. 

Let’s start with 1. What I look like when I’m blogging. 

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2. Like glitter through the fingers so is the time that I wasted today. 

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3. How cool the internet was in 1983!

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4. I think this is called ‘God’s Keyboard’. Pretty. Awesome. 

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5. What my desk/brain looks like when I’m in the time travelling YA novel authoring zone. 

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6. The barren icy wasteland that is how much work I did today. 

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7. If I danced on my keyboard instead of typed with my hands I could probably make more sense of chapter 42. 

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8. This kid is amazing. 

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9. Beer and roller-skates. My perfect afternoon. 

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10. Probably my favourite. This is how I feel right now. Like I should step away from the computer since no work is getting done and go and finish reading Allegiant. x

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I should write chic-lit

I’ve been sitting at my desk (ha! it’s the dining table, I don’t have a desk!) all day editing my ‘manuscript’ after wanting to tear it into teeny tiny pieces last night. I got a headache from too much scowling about it.

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I’m busting my butt here. I could’ve spent my day off watching trashy TV or finishing Allegiant (why is it taking me sooooo loooong to finish?) or reading one of about a gazillion and six awesome books on my book shelf that keep on coming through the letter box from Amazon faster than I can finish reading Allegiant. I could’ve cleaned the bathroom. I could have had a really productive day on Pinterest. Or vacuumed.

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But instead I slaved away at my words. Trying to make this awesome story that lives in my head come out and live on the white glowing pages of my computer screen. Time travel, nuns, historical facts, gay kids, straight kids, 1983 kids, more historical facts, facts about deserts, it’s not easy you guys and it’s not like it’ll all be worth it because it’ll go mass production paperback. It’ll be a cult classic at best, or I’ll just post it on here for free. I’ll probably never make a dollar from it.

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I poured my heart and soul out of my body through my hands and into the computer all day long. Which was great, it was really fun. But then, while on an email break I look at an email from a literary agency, just a general mail out, what they’re up to, what books have been published etc. So I click on the latest book they’ve published. It’s a chic-lit. Not something I usually choose to read myself. It’s got that whole ‘you’ll never be complete without a man and the perfect pair of Jimmy Choos’ thing going on and that’s not really my scene. I’m more feminist in half price Converse. Chic-lit is so far away from anything I want to write. Ever. But I am going to write a chic-lit one day because I quite like the idea of writing a good one. Anyway, so I click on this book and it takes me to Amazon and so I read the first page and I was like – really?

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I don’t ever want to like, slam another author’s work, because hell I know how hard it is. And I totally get that everyone has different tastes and likes different books and for God’s sake I’m writing a teen fiction about time travelling to the 80’s! But this book could not have been worse. It was like reading paragraphs of all the stuff I’ve just edited out of my own writing because it was so meaningless, nothingness, extra words, bad dialogue, filler, just people talking about nothing, long descriptions about nothing.

I should seriously write chic-lit. I could have one done in about an hour.

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I shouldn’t blame publishers, I should blame the chics reading chic-lit. Put your chic-lit down ladies! If you want real romance and adventure pick up some YA.

The Soundtrack to my Novel

Many moons ago I was a poor student living in Sydney. You could often find me rocking out to a band called Dappled Cities at the Hopetoun Hotel or wherever else they were playing, while drinking beers and wearing a huge fluffy white giraffe jumper.

I don’t know what ever happened to that jumper, but the band is still around and one of the singers, Dave Rennick, just pulled this sublime track out of a time machine.

Dave, I really do hope you want to write the soundtrack to my novel. In case you’re new here, it’s basically a YA fiction about a girl whose life totally sucks so she goes back in time to 1983 and goes out for pizza with the cool kids instead.

Dave Rennick – nailed it.

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