Sunday, November 28, 2010
(Switch to)! . . . Short Story Writing.
This week has been a good one for me with regards to the production of the written word. I’m a scalp hair away from finishing a short story, one I started a while ago and one I really like.
I’ve been diligently spending every morning this week working at it and I don’t see stopping until it’s done and in the mail to some paying market.
It’s titled “Above the Crowd” and that’s all my mind will allow me to tell you about it right now. Let’s hope I can direct you soon to the magazine it will be in, if it can manage to find a home in one.
That said, I took a bit of a break from music making since last week. I dabbled a bit with the old music creation program but I know the new program is only a few weeks away so messing with the old cumbersome program has left me kind of waiting for the new one . . .
. . . if you follow me.
So, I’ve successfully managed to recharge my writing batteries by surfacing from the depths like a world war two U boat breaking the North Atlantic's surface and firing up its diesels . . .
. . . Er, um, okay, I admit it. The last dozen books I’ve read have been World War 2 history. You see, I got this entire Time Life Third Reich series at an auction a couple weeks ago, and well, I’m sort of addicted to reading them.
The series comprises 21 books chronicling the entire rise and fall of the Third Reich. Fascinating stuff . . . if you like that kind of thing.
And with regards to reading, I’m working on book number 60 right now for this year. Yeah, I know what you are thinking . . . more writing, less reading.
But I can’t help it, reading-like-a-lunatic is in my blood. Every so often I get into an uncontrollable reading frenzy and my mind must be fueled with words or grind to a halt.
On an aside, I’ve been having issues with the whole “novel” thing. I am, by my very nature, a short story creator and thrive emotionally and practically in that medium. So, that’s where, I’ve pretty much decided, I’m going to be spending my writing time.
I should have known the novel was not really for me, at least not right now anyhow. I’ve written two before the current one I'm bogged down in, and started, I think, four others before that. They all fizzle out and die eventually. Whereas my short story collection (finished I might add) hovers above the 100 mark and continues to grow.
And there is nothing wrong with creating and selling short story collections . . . is there?
Until next Sunday . . .
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Well, I’ve had an entire week since the last post to dive deep into my creative pool and see if there are any pearl laden oysters on the bottom, or just a leaking oil well . . .
Seems there may be one oyster down there still.
Yes, I composed an electronic tune this week.
Well, as much as I like a great creepy story or twisted TV show, I also am very, very fond of electronic dance trance type music in all it’s variations. So, what could I do except compose one for your listening pleasure?
Here it is just to get it out of the way so you don’t have to read any longer but can immediately sample the fruits of my labours.
It’s called Whale Dance . . . you know, dance music intended for what else . . . whales.
It’s about 5 MB and runs just over 5 minutes and is an MP3.
Now some explanations.
This tune was composed on the cheapest, oldest, music composition program I think in existence: The MTV MucicGenerator circa 2000?
It’s limited in riffs but very easy to use. Surprisingly loaded with options and functions if you spend the time to learn all the ins and outs of the program . . . which I didn’t. Still, you can hear from Whale Dance that it’s not all bad.
And I have it on good authority that a much better program may be in production this very minute in Santa’s workshop . . . I am very excited about that!
So, what this all means is, as well as intermittently crawling along on my writing projects, I’ll also be conjuring up tunes to satisfy my inner creative being.
Hope you enjoy the Whale Dance . . . I’m sure there will be more to come in the future.
Until next Sunday . . .
Sunday, November 14, 2010
When you are trying to remake yourself it’s vitally important to have a some type of a plan.
I’m very fond of plans.
Then again, so was Hitler . . . and we know how that ended for him, now don’t we.
It is said - I forget who said it though - that the only way to succeed is to fail as quickly as possible at something and then move on.
I’ve been so much less stressed the past year it’s hard to not sit back and smile at every opportunity and not strive to fail.
Like right now, behind the screen of my machine as I type away for my readership of two.
But what is success through failure anyhow, and how does one really achieve it?
Well, this ability is part of the inner you, or at least I think so. If you can look in the mirror and say to yourself, truthfully I might add, that you are doing well, then who else is around to contradict you? Who else really has the right, or knows your inner you better than your inner you after all?
Far too often we give in to peer pressures or the opinions of others when we should only be listening to what is going on inside our own skulls.
If you’ve had any kind of “normal” - yeah, bad choice or words but fitting - upbringing then you likely have a good grasp of identifying right from wrong and how to behave in a civilized society.
I’ve always put my immediate family first when it comes to any sort of priority scale. In this I have succeeded wonderfully. In fact, my no-longer-cube-squatting is a direct result of that choice. I always believed, and still do, that if you are going to have children, then you damn well better look after them and not pawn the job off to others.
Maybe I’m a control freak then?
You know who else was . . . um, never mind.
Let’s just say for the next while, with family first, I’m going to be exploring some creative options and see what comes of it.
Not painting though.
Just don’t do well with that.
Audio, video and written works are much more up my alley.
So, watch me go as I learn to fail faster than a speeding bullet, leaping tall things and moving mountains . . . or something.
Until next Sunday . . .
Sunday, November 07, 2010
Fact - I’ve not done much in the way of writing this week.
Fact - the negative charge on the electron remains constant.
Fixed - the link to my audio version of Kaylie’s Smile.
I’m most happy about that last one. You see, a long time ago there was this experimental book review site called Reader’s Den and it was the host of my audio version of Kaylie’s Smile.
That site died, oh, about a year and half ago. I didn’t get around to fixing the link until two days ago . . .
Um, yeah, a bit late. But hey, it’s now operational once more so if you want to hear me read my story then, well, you can. I may even be inspired to read another of mine and post it . . .
But don’t hold your breath, unless you can hold it for about a year and a half.
Oh, the link if on the right side bar under Kaylie’s Smile (audio version), you know just in case you felt like checking it out.
A quick psychology check here to see just why I remain reluctant to dive into the old writing thing with vigor. Let’s see. I am no longer tortured by an annoying, crippling, cube-squatting day job since, well, about a year and a half now.
What this has done upstairs for me is relieve the pressures of needing to vent in the form of fiction. Writing, I think, used to be a way to cope with the stress and annoyance of cube squatting in a dumb company manned by dumb executives. With that horrible mind-numbing lifestyle gone, I’m not in need of much venting anymore.
That’s how I see it anyhow. Of course, there may be a much simpler explanation. Laziness. But, I say in defense of that accusation, I spent four hours yesterday helping grade six kids with a bottle drive which raised over two grand, and working like a slave I might add. So, the conclusion then is that I can’t really say I’m lazy.
Unmotivated is what it is.
What does this all mean? Not sure at this point. I’m still, very slowly, working my way through the third draft of my novel and, very slowly, plugging away at the current short story I’m crafting.
Not sure when, or if, I’ll get the old inspiration back what with my new awesome lifestyle of NOT cube-squatting. I’ve certainly not stopped reading though. I just hit the 50 book’s read mark yesterday for the year with almost two months left to pile up a dozen or so more.
And hey, I’ve not missed posting each week this entire year yet either so . . . um . . . yeah . . . whatever . . .
Until next Sunday . . .