Hey Everyone (I’m addressing this like there a bunch of folks that read it, heh). It’s been quite awhile. A lot of things have happened since my last entry. I got married in June 2k14, got laid off, had a few jobs, worked for Twitter for 2 1/2 months, got laid off again. I started playing World of Warcraft again. I made a deal with myself that I wouldn’t let it affect my writing or my working out, and I’ve failed on both of those counts. One of my cats, BigHead, died the other day. That was more traumatic than I expected. I’m getting ready to go on a little mini-Phish tour in a few days (only three shows, but I haven’t seen them since ’99). I’ve started vaping, and mostly do that now, though I still smoke 5 or 6 cigarettes a day. So a lot has been going on. The biggest thing (at least as it relates to this blog) is that my writing is in the fucking toilet lately.
The story I’m righting now is a perfect example. I’m writing a short story with one of my characters in my Urban Fantasy series, Marcus Bent (charming guy: I’ll explain him in another blog post), and it hasn’t been going well. I had a pretty good idea for the story when I started. I took it through the steps outlined in a book by KS Tan called “How to Write Short Stories in Six Easy Steps” (I’ve used this book for several years now and it’s always worked pretty well for me). When I started writing it, certain aspects started to not make sense to me. I started changing it and kept starting over. Long story short, I’ve been writing it for about 4 or 5 weeks now and have started several drafts, only to throw each one out and start over before I finish the story. When I go to write, it’s like I push the “brain to jelly” button or something and can’t write for shit. And this brings me to the present.
Normally on Sunday Mornings, I get together with a guy from my Writer’s Group (it’s called “Foot Klub 2000, The New Millenium”, but more on that another time) and we write at a local Panera. When I woke up this morning, I had a text from him that said he was feeling sick and was gonna skip our meeting today. I decided I was going to go up to Starbucks, get a cheap (for them) cup of Iced Coffee and sit outside to write. I wrote probably 375 words, but got nowhere.
Then, the idea occurred to me that it might help to have a place to write about my writing, that if I did that every day (or most days), that it may go a long way toward helping me break the self-imposed block I’ve got right now, so that’s what this is. I don’t know if it’s going to work, but at this point, I’ll try anything that might work.