Well, that was another posting slump that put a stranglehold on my blog. Truly, I’m sorry for being the missing-in-action, non-helpful, hermit writer. It was caused by the same shit everyone else goes through, mostly things you would classify as “just life” when they happen to someone else, but are overwhelming when they are happening to you. I’m not going to get into specifics, but lets say I have gone through too many endings in the past year.
The point is that even though I am still putting together the pieces of myself, I can still push forward. A lot of creative energy was being used for just getting through each day. I’m taking that lost energy back. Here’s my new Every Week list:
Study Graphic Novels
Granted, several things on that list are things I should be doing Every Day, but I’m also trying to be forgiving of myself, and attempting to prevent a stress burn-out. I’ll get there. For instance, I never really stopped writing in notebooks, but putting daily work into digital manuscripts requires discipline. I want that disciple BACK!
I could also narrow the list, but every time I do, something happens to make it obvious to me that these are the creative outlets (and community service jobs) I must give myself to feel complete.
And I’m trying to get back into posting once a week on the blog, but, frankly, if it’s a choice between this and another creative outlet, I may skip a week. Neither of us will miss having one less post to read/write, and it wastes both of our time if it’s just filler. I have no plans to monetize this blog; I’d rather put that energy into my fiction writing. We are just here, connecting as artists, and I’m letting you see my tricks and secrets. I’d love to see yours, too.
One bright spot, during the three-month slump, was getting notification that one of my favorite short stories was accepted into an anthology. I’m still stunned. Granted, it’s just a “for exposure” gig, but someone thought my short story was something they could make money off of. It’s a quirky little story I thought would never-ever-ever find a home, but if I can find a home for that, then maybe there is some hope. It’s a tiny step, but that’s how all journeys start.
When I consider how many time I have almost deleted all my media platforms, quietly, and just slipped back into being a reader with no plans to ever publish anything I accidentally wrote down…
It could still happen, and maybe it should, but for now I have some momentum to keep pushing myself forward. If you are interested in the amazing horror anthology “The Big Book of Bootleg Horror, Volume 4” here is the link. http://www.hellboundbookspublishing.com/bootleg4.html
Another bright spot was the odd experience of going on a cruise ship with my daughter. It was school/job experience related, and I was 100% there to support her, but I couldn’t help but to think about how I was experiencing life on a closed system, cut off from what I consider “normal” life for five days. Probably the closest I’ll ever come to being on a space ship, and frankly, I fell a bit in love with the multi-national crew, sense of adventure, the open ocean, and the chance to see someplace completely new. I came home and re-wrote a few scenes in my WIP, and there may be more changes.
So, if I ever announce that I’m running away to join a ship’s crew, be sure that it’s for “research” for my Sci-Fi-Romance/Erotica, and it will only add to the (eventual) story.
And even cruise ships have Wi-Fi, now.
Writers gotta write. But, they also gotta observe.
Evening meal and chores while watching the death toll rise.
Inktober drawing while listening to Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers.
Shower beer. (This is an actual first.)
Things that are absent from the list? Beta reading. The Low-Budget Writing posts. Crying, because I’m still numb with shock, and wondering how bad it’s going to get before it gets better, or if this is the new normal.
I have a new short story burbling. (Some of you might know this, if you’re on Facebook.) I know that every story is different, and I have already described them as soups or thunderstorms, but THIS one is different. This one is sapient. It’s a little troll or Gollum sitting on my shoulder, muttering to its self.
What is it doing? Grabbing at passing information, tossing some, tucking others away in its ragged clothes. What is it keeping? Anything having to do with Saturn’s moons, Titan and Enceladus. Some psychology, a little biology. It’s eyeballing my copy of
The Lucifer Effect” by Phillip Zimbardo, which I haven’t read yet. What are two things I’m positive it has? My memories of the movie “2010,” and my copy of Lovecraft’s “The Dunwich Horror.”
I think it’s safe to say it’s going to be horror. I thought it would be a short story, but with the amount of information being hoarded, it may be a novella. To date, I have only received a short snippet of dialogue.
“Who the fuck harvests their dead teenaged daughter’s eggs, takes them along on an exploratory mission, then mixes one with random biologic samples from some frozen moon? That’s just… UGH!”
Cade shrugs. “Brilliant isn’t the same as stable.”
So, I guess I wait for the rest of the story to see where this goes, and I’m completely sure I’m in over my head.
Cue the calliope music; I signed up for the Beautiful Freaks Fest. Watch to see if I drop the ball, plates, chainsaws, my brain, or what ever it is that makes me think I am a writer. I’ll be posting free content for three days this weekend. The plan is a combo of story telling, pics of fiber arts, and bad poetry. I’m not ready (this weekend wasn’t productive in that way) but I’m trying to play catch up this week.
I’m also stalled out on the horror short story. I haven’t been able to sit down for it for four days, despite getting a first reader to read the first half and tell me I was pointed in the right direction. I KNOW the direction, and this is the second draft, so it should be just a matter of sitting in the chair and typing, but there seems to be a block. There is also the issue of almost five thousand words and being only half way through. I’m pushing the envelope of short story word length. We’ll see how that plays out.
Happy writing, and I’ll see you this weekend!
Update 6/28/2018: The story for this festival, The Mayfly Bride, was removed to be revised and submitted to anthologies. Sorry for any inconvenience.
Revision of the short story is going slow. I can only manage one scene per morning, no matter how much time I actually have to write. Also, WTF is with only able to write in the morning? I used to be able to write any time of day. Now, my brain seems to be fried baloney by noon and I end up on social media, or reading emails and blogs.
AND the story I liked and thought I had a pretty good handle on? The revision is bigly different, and much better, I think. I don’t know. Crap!
Sorry if this is all tedious to you. Since I am only in my fourth year of writing seriously, with expected results and an eye toward publishing, I seem to be struggling with my methods. I know that each story requires different things, but GEEEZZZ!
On top of all that, and a busy week at the day job, an online writing fest has caught my eye. Another un-paid Horror gig, but you have to get your name out there, right? Right? Fortune favors the bold? Anything less feels like standing still. I’m not sure how I can pull together something good in less than two weeks, let alone scary, but I can’t stop thinking about it.
Seriously, what is with me writing Horror all the sudden? I gave up reading it in my twenties because I like to sleep at night. Maybe writing it won’t have the same effect, but can I really expect to produce good work if I’m not reading the genre? A lot of the on-line writer friends I’ve made are horror writers, and I need to read and review their work to help support them. I foresee a lot of sleeping with the lights on in my future.
Either way, I think I’m about to get too many plates in the air, spinning all at once. Listen for the crash!
Let me go find something useful to do, instead of all this angsty writer feels.