Author: hamishmacdonald

  • Art project

    My friend Kristof from Hungary has a band called The Unbending Trees…

    I’m happy for him, as they’re doing quite well, getting all that good band-karma like recordings with the BBC and having their tunes used in adverts. Kristof decided to create an online art project with creative folk from other disciplines, and as part of that asked me to write a short story. It’s on this page under ‘Messages‘ (the name of the song I was to respond to). I also recorded a wee podcast of the story, but apparently Kristof thought it sounded too happy. ‘Happy’ is not exactly The Unbending Trees’ ethos.

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  • Forgive me

    I’m working on a software project with a programmer in Indonesia, and he just told me he’ll be taking a few days off to celebrate Eid ul-Fitr. I’ve not heard of this festival before, but it sounds like a cousin to Rosh Hashana, which is also happening now. Both represent the breaking of a fast, but Eid ul-Fitr — as my friend described it — also has an element of asking for forgiveness. During this time, I’m told, God forgives us, but only we can make up the wrongs we’ve done to each other. The programmer very earnestly asked my forgiveness for delays in the project (which is our own invention anyway, so doesn’t really need to happen by a particular date).

    What a lovely change from the attitude I’ve encountered in many British businesses and government agencies, which I now recognise as the inspiration for Douglas Adams’s ‘Vogon‘ aliens, whose culture is ruled by mind-numbing bureaucracy. That said, there are lots of exceptions — individuals working in a large organisations who strive to make my problems go away, do it nicely, and give my day a lift in the process, like the nice attendant on the railway this morning who saw me looking quizzically at the timetable and went out of his way to help me find which train I needed to take. (I’m working across the Forth in Dunfermline this afternoon.) So, in the spirit of Eid ul-Fitr, I beg your forgiveness…

    — If I have ever broken my word with you
    — If I have ever hurt you or acted unthinkingly or unkindly

    — If I have ever neglected a duty to you, or simply not shown up for you the way we both know I should have

    After my birthday celebration the other night, I’m feeling especially blessed for the friends, family, and life I have. I often think my good relationships are due more to others’ efforts than my own, so the converse of asking forgiveness is saying thank you for being part of my life, in whatever capacity. Thanks for reading my words and sharing in our ongoing conversation.

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  • Everything old is new again

    I learned a new word today: etiolate — which means “to grow pale and drawn due to lack of sunlight”. In other words, “to be Scottish”. I’ve been spending time lately — in addition to writing copy, of course — adapting to working on a new computer. For the most part, it’s been a joy, as I have to admit the applications available for the Mac are generally pretty as well as useful. Where before I was forcing generic apps into service for my projects, now I’m finding all kinds of programs already tailored specifically to the things I do.

    For instance:

    Project management
    If my life works (and I’m pretty happy with it), it’s because I’ve learned how to work with projects and goals. I’m loving an application called Things because it allows me to use Getting Things Done-style organisation, but it isn’t overly rigid. It works the way I think.


    I’m using Things to capture all my various projects and to-dos and get them out of my head, ’cause juggling all that stuff up there without any kind of dates or prioritisation just leads to stress. (Which leads to anger, which leads to the Dark Side, which leads to bad prequels.)

    Writing software
    I was also thrilled to find out that there’s software for organising a novel — a few packages, actually, but one in particular caught my eye. It’s called Scrivener, and it’s likely what my parents are buying me for my birthday, because I couldn’t find a shirt I liked.

    For Finitude, I used Microsoft’s OneNote, which is an excellent clipping program, but I gathered endless web pages about climate change which then got commingled with my character notes and story ideas, making the whole thing a giant, fairly unmanageable swamp of information.

    When I moved to the Mac, I was able to import everything into the cross-platform clipping program EverNote, which is brilliant, and adds the feature of storing all your notes in a ‘cloud’ so they’re available everywhere. But it suffers from the same kind of generalist approach OneNote did as a novel-writing tool. So I’ll see how Scrivener works for me.

    As an aside, I believe that outlining is the key to the successful completion of a novel, and that lack of an outline — a map of where they’re going — is why most people never finish their first book.

    Word processing/page layoutI’ve been using Apple’s Pages, part of their iWork suite, for my writing work, and it’s good, matching Word feature-for-feature, but topping it by having that general Apple pleasantness. I swore I wouldn’t become one of those zombie Apple fanboy/apologists, but the general experience of using this stuff is just nice. The one nuisance, though, is that you can’t just save to Word’s .DOC format (which my clients use), you have to export it — and remember to do that, not send them a .pages file!


    But where this thing really comes out ahead is that I can not only use it to write copy and do the typography for my pages, I can also design my covers in it. I have a legal copy of QuarkXPress through work, but it can be a total bee-yatch when it comes to printing on a home printer, ’cause it’s made for commercial printing — newspapers, magazines, and other jobs done on industrial production equipment. Transferring my Quark licence to the new machine was shockingly easy (given how expensive, cranky, and troublemaking they used to be to deal with), but still, I’m happy to have a friendlier alternative to using a clunky PostScript layout program at home.

    Page impostion
    I’ve got a table at a book fair this weekend…


    …so I figured I’d make a few more books in preparation for that. (I promise that, before long, I’m going to make a brand new bookbinding tutorial, ’cause my other one is pretty long in the tooth and doesn’t entirely reflect how I do it now.) For years I’ve been swearing by a program called ClickBook for doing imposition; “imposition” is the process of rearranging pages so they come out in the right order for binding (page four is on the back of page one, page three on the back of page two, etc). It’s pretty much impossible for a mortal to do without the aid of software, and most of the packages available for doing it cost an arm and a leg (like, thousands of dollars or pounds).

    This fifty-buck program has been doing the trick for me for years. There’s a Macintosh version available, so I bought that, and figured “Bob’s your uncle!” Bob, it turns out, is not my uncle: My laser printer kept fainting part-way through printing — after just a few pages, actually. Not only was I wasting paper, this meant — gasp! “” I couldn’t print my own books at home anymore! This was a major deal.

    Happily, there are other alternatives for the Mac. There’s a freeware program available, but it wasn’t up to the task and didn’t work for me. But another program, Cheap Impostor, makes imposition easy, and you can even adjust the size and position of your pages visually. It’s lovely, it’s free, or you can upgrade to the full feature set for just $35 (which I highly recommend), and its developer is friendly and very quick to respond to e-mails.

    There’s just one catch: I print my books on A4 sheets, but four-up — that is, two sheets across the top of the page and two sheets across the bottom. It makes for nice, wee, easy-to-hold novels, and means I can make a cover for them out of A4 paper. ClickBook can print four-up (or eight-up, spanning a dozen sheets, whatever), but Cheap Impostor is focused simply on printing two facing pages on a sheet of paper. Would I have to lay out my books all over again? Re-do all the typesetting and redesign the covers? In time for the book fair? I really didn’t want to. And I like my books as they are.

    Late, late at night, I managed to look at the problem from a different angle: don’t change the printout, change the paper. Cheap Impostor lets you choose any page size to print to, so I chose A5, cutting the pages in half then putting them into my laser printer (as opposed to printing them double-up then chopping them — I know, it was confusing to me at the time, too). It worked! Well, the A5 sheets have a tendency to jam in the printer, which isn’t great. But I can keep running my press, which is the main thing. And the developer is open to the idea of adding additional layouts to his program in the future.

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    Phew. I seem to like doing this: breaking all my systems and structures right when they’re working and starting all over. Note to self, though: Don’t do this when you’re facing deadlines! I’m off to Gleneagles tomorrow in Perthshire; it turns out the owner of the company I’m on retainer to is doing a speaking engagement there. (Which makes sense, ’cause a lot of our clients are in financials, and Edinburgh is a major financial centre in the UK — though closer to here would have been handier!) He’s a good man, and I admire him, even though we have very different ideas on some subjects. I’m sure it’ll be a great meal, and when the boss comes to town and requests your presence, you get to chuck all your deadlines oot the windae!

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  • Nice review for Finitude

    From poet Sandra Alland’s blog:

    Speaking of the End Of The World As We Know It, I’m reading a book by an amazing micropress publisher who hand-makes all his (gorgeous!) books. He’s Edinburgh’s Hamish MacDonald, and the book is Finitude. It’s not really the kind of book I’d normally read… speculative fiction, sci-fi, end-times kind of thing. But the confession is — I’m really digging it. The world is ending because of humanity’s environmental abuses. But our anti-hero — a gay salesman who just wants to save his own ass — makes it superfascinating and not preachy. MacDonald knows how to tell a story well, and has an imagination on par with some of the most famous science fiction writers out there. The characters are well-painted and the action is downright filmic. Thumbs up for making me read something out of my normal range… and like it.

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  • Liar, liar…

    I’ve forestalled Laundry Day for a little bit by buying some new pants and socks. This label inside the pants, though…

    Keep away from fire.” Yeah, that’s generally the idea I had in mind.

    Next time I won’t get the cheap ones, and I’ll have the confidence of knowing my pants are fireproof. (Assuming that other pants without this tag are.)

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  • Peeking at the ending

    Funny how the Large Hadron Collider is capturing our imaginations, even though few of us really understand quantum theory, or what a Higgs boson is. And even though it’s theoretically impossible for anything to go seriously wrong with it — I’ve read that the chance of it producing a black hole is roughly equivalent to the chance of me spontaneously evaporating while shaving in the morning — we can’t help imagining it.

    I’m guilty of this in my fiction, constantly asking “What if?” about the worst possible outcomes of current trends. “Story is conflict” they say, and what could be a bigger conflict than The End? I suppose it’s what Freud said (as I understand him), that we’re constantly bouncing between eros, passion for the things of this world, and thanatos, the death wish.

    We all have to die, yet culturally we do everything we can to put our fingers in our ears and sing “La la la”, which leaves us with this curiosity about the dark and serious matter waiting out there in our future. When an opportunity like this comes along, to imagine not just sighing our last in a home somewhere but vanishing in a glorious subatomic apocalypse, who can resist?

    This morning, I dreamt about it myself:

    I was on vacation somewhere up north and visited a community centre/hospital. I spoke to one of the workers, whom I knew from working together somewhere in the past; we blethered about his patients, catching up. We felt a rumble beneath our feet and turned to look out the waiting room window. A dusty beige cloud was rising from the horizon, rolling toward us, blocking off the sky. “The collider,” said my friend. The final test was today. Something was very wrong in Switzerland; in fact, we knew there was no more Switzerland, and soon we would be gone, too. There was no shelter to be had from this, no escape. We could only wait.

    The cloud tumbled closer and closer; the earth shuddered violently. The window burst and the cloud engulfed us. I felt myself lifted, pulled, torn asunder…

    And I woke up.

    Now I’m supposed to concentrate on copywriting?

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  • What to blog?

    In doing the rounds today of my various bookmarked RSS feeds, I came across one post in which gave a “happiness quote from Virginia Woolf”.

    Virginia Woolf? As in “walked into a river with stones in her pockets to drown herself” Virginia Woolf? She would not my first choice of sources for happiness quotations!

    What’s next? Marksmanship with Hemingway? Cooking with Plath?

    This brings me round to the topic of blogging. Having joined the vast hordes of sheeple who own iPhones, I’ve now got a half-dozen different ways to stay connected to friends and strangers around the globe. I’m “Hamish MacDonald” on Facebook, “hamishmacdonald” on Twitter, and so on.

    But what to say? It turns out that the minutiae of others’ lives are actually rather compelling. It’s nice to know what my friends are up to and where they’re up to it. Personally, I spent the weekend indoors, making books for the small press fair on the 27th, getting little chores done, and generally trying to stanch the flow of money from the financial sucking chest wound that was August. (But fun, unlike a sucking chest wound.) So my GPS co-ordinates really didn’t change much. And how much “I’m eating popcorn” and “I’m eating popcorn again” do you need?

    Time to get out more!

  • In which I get silicone implants

    Yesterday I went to my optician’s. I’ve been getting notices telling me it’s time to have my eyes tested, and I know very well it’s just a ploy to tempt me into buying new glasses, but I like mine. So I just booked an eye test, and while I was there I asked one of the assistants there if she could look at my specs, maybe straighten them out, since they sometimes sit funny and make me feel cross-eyed.

    The assistant went away, fiddled with them for a bit, then came back and handed them to me. She’d tweaked the frames but also replaced the hard plastic nose-rests with silicone ones. Ahhh! So much more comfortable, and now they don’t slip down my nose. (I’d got into the habit of constantly giving the world the finger as I made that geeky gesture to push them back up). Thank you, Glasses Lady!

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    In other news, I’ve got a Big Birthday this month — I’m turning 40 — and I also want to properly launch my new novel, Finitude. So stay tuned for details about both events

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  • Finitude group on Facebook


    If you’re a Facebook user, check out the Facebook group I just created for Finitude. I’ve posted a link there (and only there) to the first chapter of the book.

    My first goal for the book is to have ten fans. Wanna join the group and be my Number One Fan? This will mean that later you can strap me to a bed and break my ankles.

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  • I’m moving…

    “¦across the hall. Patrick and I are switching rooms: he’s very good at sleeping, I’m rubbish at it, and the neighbours are running some kind of hyperactive/hypercranky toddler experimental farm in their living room these days.

    My contact details will remain the same

    🙂

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    Meanwhile, I’m working on this website in dribs and drabs. It’s mostly-functional, but there are still some tweaks to do.

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    Quote of the Day:
    “Without art we are just talking meat.”
    — artist Bob and Roberta Smith