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.
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.
When I’m working on a TPAC novel I do all the story lines in separate documents. It helps me track where each arc is and also keeps my word counts low so I don’t think too highly of my progress.
To make sure I was on progress today I did a quick tally.
Slightly over halfway. Means at my current rate I am a month and a half away from completing this draft and can be on track to be edited out by January.
Damn that feels good.
So it has been four years since Foamers released. I’ve learned a lot about writing and publishing since then(and even some about life). That first book was where I recognized for that this thing that many people told me was a pipe dream, was actually possible. Yeah, Dad, I still haven’t got you that beach house I promised you when I started writing at 14, but I am climbing.
So today I happened to Amazon search myself, just to see how I was doing with reviews and always curious to see my sales rank and at this very moment the, once upon a time, #1 dystopian novel on Amazon is .99 cents.
Already have your e-version? They have a new thing where you can buy it at as a gift, and who doesn’t have a friend who could use the story of Kade and crew, and if you don’t have a friend, I’ll be your friend.
Here you go: FOAMERS
And no, that is not me or my dog on the cover. I’m not that skinny and she doesn’t have a tail.
In writing, and life, you’ll have good days and bad days. The one thing I always remind myself on the bad writing days is finishing is more important than winning. Sometimes you just have to get through a bad day to get to a good one, but that doesn’t give you an excuse not to do what you set out to do.
For those of you following know that I’m holding 1000 words a day. I am not so ocd that I stop at 1000 words. I’ll usually finish the thought or paragraph but I won’t go too far because it makes it easier to pick up the next day. When I am having a bad writing day where each word is a painful as pulling a tooth, I stop at exactly 1000.
But the important part is I finished what I started. Meet your goals. Even if you don’t meet them as well as you’d like.
I’m not a master of writing, despite what my degrees would tell you, but I do have some success. Two books, two on the way. I’ve had a hand in publishing close to twenty titles(if not more). For a brief spell I was an Amazon #1 best-selling author.
Not saying any of this to boast, my last royalty check was 7$. Just saying this to express that I have a lot of years of experience in this writing world that is such a fickle mistress.
The one thing I’d like to talk about today, if you care to keep reading, is the quality of writing over the years. Once upon a time I was a 14 year old boy who found a love for writing. And that starry eyes little dumb ass called up his cousin who studied writing at Columbia and asked her to take a look at his stuff.
She was polite. And I will say she didn’t bash in my dreams as she likely should have. But the advice and schooling she gave me then was the same I paid a lot of money for 10 years later. Read more, revise more.(and a lot of other helpful stuff, but trying to stay on point since 75% of the people who clicked on this have already stopped reading)
But tonight, I was having a conversation about the fact that I make the same mistakes in writing I always have. I even know when I am doing them. But there are incorrect spellings and wrong grammar that flow naturally to me so I don’t fix them in the writing process.
I write as poorly as a did half a life time ago. I revise like my life depends on it. I let the red pen strike like I’ve got dragons to slay.
So if you’re out there, and you’re debating writing, remember writing isn’t the hard part. Writing is the fun part. Revising is where the work comes in, and revising is where many of us lose the will for a project. So write fast, edit slow. Get the words down. Make the mistakes. Keep moving forward. The best thing about writing is you don’t have to be perfect the first time. Enjoy the journey.
I’m back to writing. Finally. Two things happened to get me here. Real job number 3 finally reached a point I can relax, and more importantly my lady told me to ignore her while I write.
I am back to my 1000 words a day. And this is definitely the fastest I’ve ever hit my count each day.
Just don’t tell her that or she might increase my quota…
I fail…a lot. A ton even. I fail in one day more than most people do in a year.
After a recent work out I was talking with Lauren and told her I failed. Her response was “Aww Babes…come on. I don’t date failures.”
The good news is I get to keep my engf* cause I’m not a failure. I just fail. And fail well I do. My expectation for myself will always be that if a bar is low enough to reach I didn’t set it high enough. I fail at my job, my work outs, my sport, my life, and more than anything else my writing.
But as I resume work on The Primal Age Chronicles, I promise to keep failing, and to fail better each day. Cause as long as I continue to fail I am not a failure. So, let’s raise some bars.
*engf is an acronym for exclusive non girl friend since we’re both too stubborn to embrace bf/gf handles
That there is a glass of water. I have not had a coffee in 7 days and it was days prior to that to find the next instance. I had a goal a couple months back to break coffee’s hold on me. I think I may have done it, which I think might mean I am invincible…
The last week didn’t go as well as I would have liked. I’m guessing some of you out there can agree, if not today at some point in your life. As I get ready to sleep, I remind myself that I am still breathing and I have survived another day. Despite the millions of ways my life could have ended today, it did not. That simple fact is always a victory. When I am lucky enough to open my eyes in the morning it’s back to the fight. This is life my friends, make it the one you want. Rest now then back to battle.