Star Wars: Aftermath by Chuck Wendig, published by LucasBooks and Del Rey

Back in the Saddle / #ForceFriday

or “How I [Will Have] Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Writing Again”

Day Four. I’m a writer again.

No, not just, ‘I am writing again,’ but I am a writer… again.’ It’s, like, all about the emphasis of your syllables.

A frustrating amount of success in writing goes into the (relatively) silent internal struggle, taking placed on the charred battlefield of the thought process. I have to not only push to re-establish the habit of writing, but actually combat the habit of not writing. Not writing is, in my humble experience, way way way easier than writing.

I could carry on about the woes of being a writer, yes, boo hoo, it’s so terribly difficult, but instead, BAM:

Star Wars: Aftermath by Chuck Wendig

Yes, yes, yes, it’s Force Friday. I honestly had not heard of this until the latest iteration of Throwback Thursday, as in yesterday, but it sounded awesome so I decided to participate in my own, small way.

Specifically, I threw an Audible credit at this book, because it was money already spent and I really want to read it.

Then I tweeted about it!

(News agencies are using tweets in online reports lately, which I find very odd. But that is neither here nor there, as I have no journalistic cred whatsoever and this post is about other stuff.)

I listened to five chapters so far, fewer than I wanted to but more than expected. (It was a busy day not writing, honest!) The story is still in the setup phase, so I’m not sure where it’s going, but I’m excited to read more. On the production side, the audiobook is pretty neat, with background noises like blaster fire and swooping fighters screeching behind the narration.

All in all, it’s shaping up to be a good weekend… so long as I can whip this flash fiction I’m writing into shape.

Wish me luck… and may the Force be with y’all.


September? More like Remember-How-to-Write, Right?

Catchy title, right? 

That is the launch of the brand new attempt at this crazy writing thing. 

You see, for the last few months, I haven’t been a writer. I took a leave of absence, a sabbatical, a furlough of the sort where I didn’t work on writing much but didn’t get to relax either. 

Surprise, I moved to Florida. Surprise surprise, moving across the country is actually quite a lot of work. Surprise the third, moving in the middle of the summer from somewhere hot to somewhere hotter is miserable. 

Regardless, here we stand. I have arrived from Indiana, returned to Indiana for the thing I knew I’d have to do, and arrived yet again. The Excuse Train has left the station, and its conductor is making mean faces at me. (Shouldn’t she be, like, at the front of the train? Maybe she has some good excuses keeping her away from her duties.) 

The recent past has not been devoid of artistic endeavors, as preparation for a collaborative project made a lot of progress, but now I have to get back to my bread and butter. Or get back to seeking enough success to BUY some bread and butter, or bread and peanut butter… [EDIT: removed lunch-related tangent]

Because it has been so long since I did daily progress, I’m starting at ground zero, using the Magic Spreadsheet philosophy: a personal minimum of 250 words a day. I don’t think it will be as difficult as last time. (It had BETTER not be as difficult as last time, because re-rolling my stats sounds like a terrible idea.) 

On top of that, I need to produce a couple of drawings per day and make solid edits on the most immediate project, so I have my work cut out for me. 

Thanks for sticking around. There will be more interesting stuff to see here in the near future. 

Professional Habitat

If you read this blog, and I hope that you have better things to do (because then you’re choosing my website over countless other more entertaining ones) then you probably know I’ve been struggling to get back on the writing wagon lately. Taking a break was a necessity, I see that now, but starting again feels a lot like, well, starting again. Funny how that works.

In the past month, I made a few swipes at picking back up where I left off. All of these fizzled and died, with not a bang, but a whimper. And, hey, that’s just the price of doing business, right? Continue reading Professional Habitat