It’s been a long…I’m not sure what time frame works. The car accident was back in March, for those of you following I’m recovering well.
But of late I’ve been working on some projects(back to my roots with some screenplays, still need more brain capacity before returning to the primal age). Tonight it was about 9pm when I sat down to write. With the full time jobs and part time jobs I like to be in bed at a decent hour these days. And I really really really didn’t want to sit down and write.
There’s projects needing done and deadlines looming, but I wasn’t feeling it.
So I did something I hadn’t done in 7 years. I listened to my old prewriting playlist. As that went through I found my way back to that writer version of me.
I can’t promise my words were anything of legacy or legend tonight, but by taking a few minutes to remember who I am I was able to hit my page count.
So, if you’re out there tonight, feeling stressed or tired, thinking more about your mortgage than your goals, take a moment and remember who you are.
So, I was scrolling through my Facebook profile which hasn’t been updated since roughly my freshmen year of college. For those of you who need a history lesson that was 2005 when only a select few colleges had Facebook and you had to be a college student to use Facebook so you didn’t worry too much about what you put up.
Found the quotes selection though, and I stand by 18 year old me’s choice in movies.
Recovering from a concussion. Still here but limited screen time equals not a lot of posts. In other news dog is excited with the amount of time we spend in bed.
I was thinking a bit tonight while doing some writing. Back to the catalyst of The Primal Age Chronicles.
I was thinking of that week that I had to make the decision of if I was going to pursue fiction or screenwriting for the remainder of my masters. My heart was set on screenwriting(still plan to find my way back before I die) but my head told me to follow fiction. Issue was I hadn’t written any fiction in years. Thank you to two of my Mobies, Dana and Trilby for keeping me off the ledge that Rez.
I had originally mapped Foamers out as a tv show so I adopted those outlines and figured I’d be able to swing it. I am presently sitting here at 31.
I started the first novel nine years ago. I started the tv show eleven years ago. But when I made the tv show I drew characters from all my past projects to create the ensemble that exists today.
I was 21 when Kade and Dame were born, 20 for X, Ashton, and Mick, 19 for Tiny, and 17 for Victoria.
It’s weird to think how long they been fixtures in my life, and how they have changed as I have changed. It some times baffles me the worlds and people who only exist within the confines of my skull.
Writing, man. Nothing like it.
Writing has never come easy to me. Creating ideas have been wonderful and fun and glorious. Writing has always been hard. I don’t have a strong sense of grammar or language. I’m under read and always feel unworthy of the blank page. To put it bluntly, it is a fucking struggle every damn day.
But as my mentor says there’s a lot of people out there who love to talk about writing but never get around to it, so I’m going to stop this warm up, sip some whiskey, and go to war.
Ps happy holidays all
Yeah bet you thought you were done with these! Not so fast.
The thing about writing post-apocalyptic stories is you look to find how far you can push a character and have them still hold onto their humanity. In my series there are two ways it can go…a character can go primal, losing their humanity, or they can become primed finding their end of the world self.
In my younger years I thought this was something that only existed in works of fiction. The older I’ve become the more I see it was a real world trait. The decisions people are faced with every day can change the course of their life.
So this tip is know your line before you get to it.
“You’re a bridge. Women date you and they go from where they are to where they need to be” sort of a more poetic version of good luck chuck I suppose. True or false I’m not quite sure, insult or not, I’m also not sure. But it is a statement I take some pride in as I try to think it means I have a positive difference in the lives of those I date and help them find their way to the people they need to be for the right person(that or I’m such a horrendous partner that after me they will settle for anything)
“You should have known better than to ever make a bet with Justin, even when he loses he wins”
In this edition of might not be a compliment we see that I am not someone to ever let name the stakes of a bet. I will be certain to put the wording in my favor and before it’s agreed upon it’s usually more of an I’m either going to win what I want, or something else I want. (A college go to was betting a girl something where the loser had to make dinner, either way I got the date)
I’m not sure if this is a compliment but I am taking it as such that I can usually maneuver the English language to my benefit. The lesson I have learned from this in life is most people hear what they want to hear, not what you’re saying. So phrase it in a way that their brain will interpret what they want it to be and you can have the outcome you want.
And more importantly, when not making bets, be certain what you’re saying is being heard as you want to be heard, not as the receiver wants to hear it.
When I was younger(obviously since I’m writing the story it had to have happened when I was younger…if I was grading this paper I’d of cut that from it…but I’m not so enjoy my waste of words) a friend of mine had just listened to the song NO HANDLEBARS. Quick summary of the song for those of you who don’t know it is there are two friends growing up and through a series of one ups one of those friends becomes a dictator, the other opposes him. This friend told me that he would trust knowing that if he ever became a dictator I’d be the one to assassinate him.
Soooooo part of me is like am I that heartless, or am I that logical. But in the end I take the positive of they’d trust me to do the right thing over my emotion and their best judgement. I can’t say it’s true, but this concludes another edition of not sure if this is a compliment.
So, there have been a lot of things said to me over the years. Some may have been intended negatively, others were not. But these have stuck with me so I’ll share them with you.
In a group of my writing friends a few years back we were figuring out who would be who in Star Wars.
One of my friends suggested they’d be chewie to my Han. I was happy with this, but then another friend corrected that I would be Darth Vader.
After a bit of discussion I couldn’t really disagree, I’m without emotion, always trying to win, might be a bit evil, but will do the right thing in the end.
And ironically I have a Darth Vader that has sat proudly on my writing desk for 17 years.
I accept my Vaderness.
Stay tuned for the next one