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August 26, 2015



love...love...love 

Hi everyone.  I have been fecking around for a month unable to focus on anything.  I have written words in my novel, but I doubt they are very good words, and they will probably have to be replaced at some time in the near future.  
August is never a good month for me (I'm sorry to all those wonderful Leo and Virgos out there who find this time of year very important to yourselves) It's the time where impending Spring gives Winter a damn good slap and breaks its back.  Its a time of change and a time when I get a really bad dose of the "Yuks" and can't concentrate on anything, I just sort of mentally limp through the days before collapsing into a state of "blah" and "can't be fecked-ness" (my friend Carole calls it Ennui which is wonderful)
So I am trying to draw words for my Novel out of my veins (that's what it felt like) So I have to stop, and just do stuff, lots of stuff so 
I've been filling my time with drawing silly things and writing poetry.   





Characters

A lot of people want to know where I get my characters from.  Especially the villains - people want to know who I base them on.  Well, the answer is everybody and nobody.  
I think humans are a complex mish-mash of Whakapapa (Genealogy), environment, parents (or lack of), physiology, spirituality, and psychology; which are all driven by a brain - which is essentially three brains squashed together inside one small skull - which squirts off a cocktail of  hormones that governs how we think, act and feel.  
So, most people, especially the ones I know, can be good or bad depending on the circumstances.  Some do terrible things, but can justify it all inside their heads.  Some are lovely, at all times, then have the occasional breakdown when all that lovely just gets a bit too much for them.  
What I really believe is that people should just be who they are, and most people try to do that,  but the best characters are the people who try to shoehorn their personality into something else that they believe will please others and then come completely unstuck when they can't keep up the charade anymore.  

I believe you should write what you know and believe me, we know a hell of a lot more than we think we do.  
When I want to create a real character the best way to do it is put their characteristics, hangups, mentalities and mindset onto myself, and then write what I would do in that situation.  After a while, you can create people without having to do that, but then, if that character gets into trouble, jump into their shoes (or jandals) and act it out, even if they are psycho baddies.  
Fiction is about truth, not facts.  

My characters always start with a look, then a voice, then an action.  I have to know what they look like even if I don't describe them fully to the reader, and this is because I am a visual person.  I have storyboards where I have images either drawn or photos of a close approximation of what I think each character looks or dresses like.  
I have never lifted a real person and shoved them into a character ( a lot of people won't believe that but it's true) however there are things that I admire in people because of the people who surround me.  I admire humour, humbleness, shyness, quietness but also brashness, confidence and especially intelligence.
 I love Red hair and green eyes, but I can't have every character looking like that, (I'm not Catherine Cookson and this isn't the Mallen Streak)  But I do give those attributions to people I feel are special and otherworldly.  I also love feisty young woman who won't take shit from anyone, probably because I am surrounded by them. 
My antagonists are usually people who are flawed but not irredeemable...that is because I have the Pollyanna approach to life that everyone can be redeemed...I am possibly pissing in the wind (as my late husband David used to say with great frequency) but that is what I truly believe.
 

Along with all that true love is when someone can accept everything about you, even the disgusting stuff and come on...we all have disgusting stuff.


I have done some dreadful things in my lifetime, stuff worthy of horror stories, truly, and my husbands, my sweet lovely darling of a husband -  Scotty too hotty - thinks those things are endearing.  
If you get one of those, don't for god sake let the bugger go. 


Oliviaxxxxxxxxxx




 


 

Whooooooo are you...ooo...ooo...ooo...o

August 6, 2015

Interiority...

Hello everyone!!!  Or the one person who reads this bloggidy blog blog blog.  
I got told, by those in the know that a writer must have a 'Facebook Page" a "Twitter Account" a "Website" and a 'Blog' well, I have to say after a couple of years of having all these things and angsting over every fecking thing I write in them,  I can truely say, from my experience, that this is total and complete bollocks.  
A writer doesnt need any of these things!!!!!!!!!
All a writer needs is a medi...


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So much has happened where do I start???

July 19, 2015


Oh my Goody goody gumdrops, lots of stuff gone on since the last time I talked to yaz all.
Settle down, get a drink, make mine a G & T.  

As you may or may not know, I had radiation therapy which seems to be fixng a lot of what is wrong with me...mostly to do with the mad mood swings that I'e had for what feels like forever.   (My husband laughed when I read that out to him)  It's not like I've turned into a Stepford wife and  stopped having moods - but I have reasonable ones which don't lead ...

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Turn turn turn...

June 22, 2015

 


Hair up and Hair down...

A hell of a lot has happened since the last time I entered the hostile enviroment of this blog...yes I say hostile.... I have never been a diary writer, and all I feel when I click in to bore you with whats going on in my life is pressure, pressure, pressure, be interesting, be fascinating, be everything you are not...as you can tell I hate writing about myself as I can't help the chorus in my head shouting;

 'Sit down, shut up, don't be so narcissistic, who the hell w...

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On the twitters...

May 8, 2015

Me, showing 52 year old skin, oh my god aghhhhhhh run away,
cover your eyes :)

My darling daughterJenna-Rose and marketing manager has given me strict instructions to be more visible on the social network sites.  So I've made a foray into the twitters and have met a lot of lovely people and have also talked to a lot of people, who aren't really people, but Marketing Aps.  


I originally joined Twitter ages ago just to talk to Marian Keyes, because I am obsessed with her, in a platonic, non stalky...

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B-b-body Issue

April 28, 2015
Arty shot me me being fey and emotional (blinking)

Being Fat...one of the hardest thing ive ever had to do was go onto a medication I knew was going to make me fat.
      I've always been a cuddly lass, bouncing between burlesque baby queen and goddess-like.  
My Mother thought I was a lot fatter than I was...maybe she had a reverse bodydismorphic thingimee bob, where other people appeared bigger than they actually were, I don't know, but Ive seen photographic proof that I was not a ballerina e...
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The best stories

April 2, 2015

smile at da birdie

I used to be a sucker for a good romantic tale with a hero, usually a complete prick, who treats the heroine, a beautiful young nubile wide eyed innocent,  like shit all the way through to the end where he declares he's loved her all along and she falls into his arms.  Yes the good old mills and boon, sillouette, or as we used to call them, the love book.  
I've also always thought I could write one, easily, as I'd read hundreds of them in my lifetime.  "Paperback Crack" is w...
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WARNING- DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES MARRY A WRITER!!!!!!!!!!!!!

March 18, 2015




I had my first complete book meltdown last night.  I am waiting for two (lovely, wonderful amazing) people to read the manuscript and get back to me, I mean just tell me if it's shit or not really.
 But nada, nothing.
Yeah, yeah, I know I am being completely and utterly unreasonable, people have lives, hells bells, I had a life way back when, but this is driving me fecking crazy.
I just want to know if I am sending shit out into the world really...thats all.
I lose insight into my own writing o...

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Top ob da mornin te ya! St paddy 4 eva

March 17, 2015


Sexy, from the top to hide the chins, blurred and mysterious, cropped
out the boobies, selfie...

I am Irish, yes I am, despite the tan and scottish/maoriness, my great great grandfathers name was O'Keefe.  I am hoping they are the same O'Keefe's that spawned Georgia, but I won't hold my breath.  
So, right now, by rights, I should be  in a pub wearing a  Celtic football jersey and getting shit faced with the rest of my bredren.  
But I'm not because I don't drink...not because I'm a wowzer (ha, a...

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Medication time....

March 1, 2015


You have to be of a certain generation to know that line from one flew over the cuckoos nest, from the lovely Nurse Ratchett, who was as rat-shit as her name implied.  
I lost my hardrive last thursday, not in a bus or anything like that.  It died, in my hands, at 3pm.  Yes I tried plugging it into the another half dozen computers in the house and down the road in perfect strangers houses.  I tried CPR and the tickle monster, but no, it was dead..d...e...d...DEAD.
 On this hardrive was my life...
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Not good at keeping a diary, my brain is a bit too random but will have a decent go at it.   

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Olivia Giles Kia ora everyone, I am Olivia, I am a writer, and an artist, welcome to my hectic mad world.

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