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.
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.
Going dry…I’m about 2/3rds through the rough draft and also let go a little physically this summer. So to spur myself into motivation on both fronts I am going dry until I finish the draft. If you catch me drinking at an event that is not a wedding or funeral I will give you 5$.
The only question remains is will I write faster or lose weight longer…
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.
Strays was a heart breaker for me. Everything that could go sideways in the release. Sales have been low. Reviews have been slow. I dislike even looking at the book.
There have been few times in my life I really felt awesome as a writer. It’s mostly self-loathe and whiskey. Decent bit of whiskey. Lotta bit of self loathe. I wrote the second book in a booth at what was the Middlesex diner. They kept my coffee full and my stomach fed. When the release date finally came, the diner was happy to host my release party.
That night people came from far and wide to support me. Many bottles of booze were drank. I read a pseudo sex scene in front of my mom and all of her friends. Luckily my sister, Brother-in-law and nieces had left by then. Three friends I had best manned for were there. A college friend I hadn’t seen in years drove six hours for it. Old room mates. Bosses. Coaches.
Writing is lonely.
That day I was not.
Strays may have disappointed, but the people I have in my life have not.
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.
Back in April I was visiting a good friend of mine. I was talking about my job and my life and all that stuff. He interrupted me and said I’ve never heard you say your dream in life was to be a professor, you were always out to be a writer and you are a writer. If you’re going to do it, do it.
Last night I was talking with my girlfriend(for those of you following along we’ve moved up from engf). I was saying how I planned to spend today writing. She said that makes sense since you’re a writer.
When paying the bills it’s easy to lost sight of it. While lounging in my casual sweat pants and writing shirt it’s very hard not to feel like it’s just a hobby.
So today I reminded myself it’s a job. I showered. I dressed. I fancied my hair. Even put on nice shoes. And clichely drove to the local coffee shop to have a marathon session with the page.
Remember, whether it is writing or not, whatever you do in this world, if you don’t take yourself seriously no one else will. Be what you are meant to be.
Overall I don’t remember much about the Crucible, but I do remember one part and that is when the one man is being crushed under the rocks and instead of confessing he says “more weight”.
Salem university Women’s water polo coach
Salem university men’s water polo assistant coach
Full time English professor(double load whenever possible)
Academic support tutor
Managing editor of Oddities
Writer of the Primal Age Chronicles
Freelance anything people will pay me for
So let’s add student to the list. Just completed the first class for my MBA.
Or in other words bring it on life, more weight!