Howdy Folks, I Exist

The following blog post was written a couple weeks ago, but I typed it up on a device with no way to transfer it to the Netz. Since I went to the trouble of scribing it (and acquiring the appropriate cable) I’m posting it anyway. Join me for a look at my world a couple of weeks ago, back before life found its new complications that have successfully deterred me from making any progress whatsoever!


Wow, it’s already near the end of NaNoWriMo. How exciting! I mean, I totally blew off NaNo, as I do basically every year, but this time it was a quiet acceptance that I am just not up to doing it right now.

So what else is up with me? We’re finally basically settled in Florida, since both Heidi and I are bringing in money (she more than I, darn accounting degree) and the housing situation is reaching a sort of balance. Perhaps it could be said that I don’t deal well with change. Perhaps it could be said that I’ll take any excuse to not accomplish my goals. Perhaps, perhaps.

But let us focus on more positive developments! My work situation is such that fitting a consistent writing schedule is possible. And my emotional situation (for such must be considered when dealing with psychological issues and a creative career at the same time) is somewhat stabilized. Some people take adversity as a boost to their work ethic, but I do not. Instead, I just shut down. We’re moving past that. Slowly but surely.

Productivity is challenged, of course, by the recent release of Fallout 4. Yes, yes, I’m one of those. I can stick my head into the open-world bucket and not come up for air for hours. At least I can claim that I come by it honestly, for my sister has been doing the same thing with Fallout 4 for hours a day. Maybe it’s genetic?

A major, huge, gargantuan shout-out to Heidi, who went way out of her way to plan and execute to get the game for me on release day. She even went to the midnight release with me, the madwoman. I very much appreciate it, especially since she must have known that my productivity would be hampered.

I have an editing project that has been sitting on the burner so long that it’s developing a nasty crusty layer on the bottom. No longer, I shall begin to stir that pot once again. People are actually expecting this from me, so the motivation is not lacking, just the mental capacity.

My second writing project needs to start, a series of novellas. I have the basic concept for “season one” in my head but it needs to go on paper now, and the first entry written. As one of my current favorite authors often says, “You’re out of excuses, now go write.”

(A third writing project needs to have an ending slapped onto it, just so I can call it finished and move to editing. It’s been almost a year and a half since I put in any solid effort on it, and I feel terrible about that. The idea of finishing draft zero [for that is the most generous term I can use to describe it] is daunting, for I must then go on to edit it, and I am kind of terrible at editing. Further up and further in, so they say.)

Next year is looking to be a productive year with a wide variety of projects, but only if I make December of this year a build-up time. I can run the marathon, but first I need to do my warm-up jogs. (In this poorly constructed metaphor, the marathon is the-entire-career-for-the-rest-of-my-bloody-life, in case that wasn’t clear.)

And, hey, this blog post is something like a step in the right direction. Thanks for sticking with me. It’ll only get better from here!


Fear (Or Something Else)

I must not art
Art is the mind-freer. Art is the little death that reigns total destruction on despair. 

I will face my art. 

I will allow it to pass through me. 

And when it has gone, only depression will remain. 

Thus goes the first verse of the Holy Depressant’s Litany Against Art. 

I must not write. 

Stories are achievements. 

Writing is the admission that things aren’t as bad as they seem. 

I will face my deadlines. 

I will let the writing time pass through me. 

And when time is gone, I will enjoy that whooshing sound it makes. 

Thus goes the second verse. How do I know? Because I totally just made it up. Fascinating, yes? 

Wait, I am being handed a note… thank you, Sven… hmm, yes, it seems that is actually not fascinating at all. 

What IS fascinating is the lengths one goes to avoid doing one’s due diligence. That flash fiction story I started last weekend stares up at me like a sore with a nasty head, waiting to pop. It’ll hurt, but all I need to do is squeeze. (Or, failing that, lance it with a hot needle.) 

(Uh, don’t do drugs, kids. No matter how many times the Beatles tell you that happiness is a warm gun.) 

My brain is scattered today, ladies, gents, and otherwise. I attended a job fair. It was a lot more ‘fair’ than I anticipated, as in held on fairgrounds. We parked in soggy grass. It did not get much easier to mentally parse after this. 

Thanks for bearing with me. I have a passel of job-search-related activities I must do, so hopefully more ‘real’ writing can take place this weekend and beyond. And drawing, yes, I promise! 

Sometimes, being an adult is darned inconvenient. (Good thing you keep us writers around for keen insights such as this.) 

Ultimate POWERS

imageHello, and welcome to this, the latest edition of Writer Writes a Journal Entry to Post Online. This time, we will see what happens when a writer writes a journal entry, then proceeds to post it online. You won’t want to miss the shocking conclusion.

No drawings yet. Why? Well, there are a variety of excuses I could throw your way, but let us stick exclusively to the facts. One specific fact to which I’m stuck is that I’m still sick. This has put a major damper on my productivity for going on two weeks. Additionally, my search for a side job has officially kicked off, and applying for a few dozen jobs in a short period of time is time consuming and draining. The ‘draining’ aspect is really the more important of the two, for while I have the same twenty four hours as everyone else, my particular twenty four are fraught with illness and emotional exhaustion from filling out my employment history for the umpteenth time.

But no need to focus on what I have not done, let us instead look at what is basically the coolest!

My wife traipsed through my recently viewed items and gleaned from it something that I rather desired to own. Not only that, but she found it cheaper (and higher quality) than what I did. (She must be trained in the weirding ways…) That, dear reader, is how I now hold in my hands “POWERS:THE DEFINITIVE HARDCOVER COLLECTION, Volume 1”. This is a pretty cool comic, and one I hope to draw inspiration from.

Assuming I hit my word goal… (checking… yes I did) that’s all for me. I’ll be back soon with some classy lines for you to criticize!