“Paradox City” is the next story I wrote—or completed, anyway—after I finished the first draft of “Mark Red.” I say “completed,” because I actually began writing “The Chasm and the Collision” months before I started “Mark Red,” in apparent contradiction to what I wrote in my previous author’s note. But I had only written what were then the first and second chapters of “CatC,” which were eventually consolidated into one chapter, and had then put them aside. I also didn’t have them with me while I was a guest of the Florida State Department of Corrections. My mother, thankfully, had a printout of the chapters, and my intention was to complete that book once I had finished “Mark Red,” when I had worked enough of the rust from my writing gears. However, the chapters hadn’t arrived yet by the time I finished “Mark Red.” While I waited, I wanted to be productive and to maintain my daily early-morning writing habits, so I decided to write a short story. Continue reading
What follows is my first “author’s note” about one of my works, and I’ve decided to begin with “Mark Red,” because it’s my first published book, and the first book I wrote as an adult since medical school.
Ideas for the stories I write tend to arrive in one of two ways. Often, of course, I simply think of the idea of a story, develop it, often start or even complete writing it, and come up with the title later. This was certainly the case with “The Chasm and the Collision” and “Son of Man,” as well as with the short stories “If the Spirit Moves You,” “Prometheus and Chiron,” “I for one welcome our new computer overlords,”* and “Hole for a Heart.” However, at times I come up with a title first, or a particular phrase seems like it might make a good title, and I develop a story to go with the title. Such is the case with “Paradox City” and “The Death Sentence,” and it is true in spades of “Mark Red.” Continue reading
Hello, ahoy-hoy, good day, and Happy New Year to all.
In my neck of the world, we’re currently suffering through a cold front/cyclone system that’s battering the eastern half of the United States with bitter cold and snow; even here in South Florida it got down to 45 degrees (Fahrenheit), last night, and it may get colder tonight. That probably doesn’t seem very impressive to anyone who lives almost anywhere else in the US, or in most of Europe, but it’s the coldest it’s been here since I moved to this part of Florida. Remember, I’m at roughly the same latitude as Egypt here, at least according to a map I saw online.*
As you know, last week we released “I for one welcome our new computer overlords” as a 99-cent short story for Kindle (and yes, that is how I’m capitalizing—or not capitalizing—the title). I’m very happy with the way it turned out, so I’ve already begun arranging the other two short stories which had previously been posted on this blog.
This brings me to an interesting point: As some of you know, I’d already recorded myself reading the short story “Prometheus and Chiron” aloud, for eventual placement on the blog, but simply hadn’t edited it yet for that purpose. Well, now it turns out that my procrastination has served me well, since I’m in the process of doing further editing of the written version of that story. I can honestly say that “Ifowonco” benefited greatly from that extensive re-editing process, and I think that “Prometheus and Chiron” will likewise benefit. So, of course, I’m going to need to re-record it, and will then prepare that new version for release on the blog. I’d like to say, or to imagine, that my subconscious was looking out for me in keeping me from releasing the audio before, but I can’t reasonably or honestly draw that conclusion. I think it was mainly luck.
In any case, “Prometheus and Chiron” is the short story that will be released next for Kindle, and then on audio on this blog, but it’s going to be at least a little bit before it’s available (though we are already working on a cover design for it).
Speaking of audio—I did a bit of ex temp recording yesterday, speaking my thoughts, stream-of-consciousness style, on the dangers of so-called Regressive/Authoritarian Leftism, and especially on the dangers of virtue-signaling, dogmatism about ideological purity, and the in-fighting, denouncements, victimhood hierarchies, and the general level of shrieking hysteria one finds these days in segments of the left. Quite apart from the impediment such idiocy presents to real, honest, classical-style liberalism—which has much in common with what might now be called libertarianism—and the contribution it made to the loss of the last election for the Democrats (and the possible loss of coming elections, for similar reasons), I have longer-term, possibly more disturbing worries, and I discussed them in brief…with myself, I guess. Specifically, I pondered historical occasions when such intolerant and dogmatic leftists achieved power, and how those occasions gave rise to such historical horror shows as the French Revolution’s Reign of Terror, the slaughter of the Czar’s family and the subsequent gulags and purges of Soviet Russia (and the conflicts between Stalin and Trotsky, which led, among other things, to Trotsky’s murder), and of course, the cultural revolution and the millions of deaths associated with Maoism. I’m not sure how coherent my speech was on that subject—I just didn’t feel like writing about it at the time, even though writing is almost unfailingly more organized than free-associated speech—but I’m going to listen to it, and if it’s good enough, I’ll edit out the hems and haws, the misspeakings, the false starts, and so on, and release the audio on Iterations of Zero. It’s an interesting experiment, in any case.
I do still intend to make use of audio in the future with some regularity, though I think I’m going to put the video notion on hold for the time being. Maybe someday I’ll make videos out of my eventual audio files, attaching them to pretty, nature-oriented background scenes, with flowers, and birds, and bees, and sweet little children. That way you can keep yourself alert by suppressing your urge to vomit, even as you listen to my riveting words spoken in the dulcet tones of my own angelic voice.
Believe me, it’s better than having to look at my face.
Of course, despite all these other projects, “Unanimity” is proceeding well. Things have begun to fall apart for the main characters, as it were—though of course, they really began to do that near the beginning of the story, but no one realized it until now—and we are approaching various revelations, confrontations, acts of violence, and ultimately the conclusion. I won’t quite go so far as to say that no one here gets out alive, but no one will get out unscathed. The book should be released sometime this year, but I’m not sure exactly when, yet. Much else is happening, currently, so my writing on “Unanimity” is going more slowly than it might otherwise.
Okay, well, that’s about it for announcements this week. I haven’t yet begun writing my various “author’s notes,” nor have I decided whether I’ll put them on Amazon, but they will be forthcoming here. Please stay tuned for them, and at the same time, stay warm everyone.
*Upon subsequent investigation, I have confirmed that Florida is indeed roughly at the same latitude at Egypt. In fact, Cairo is 2 degrees farther north than Orlando, Florida (30.04 degrees north, versus 28.53 degrees). By comparison, the city in which I live is at 25.98 degrees north latitude, which is just south of Okinawa, and level with parts of Morocco, the UAE, and Oman, among other places.
Hello, good Thursday to you. A very Happy Winter Solstice to all, and to all the longest night of the year. At first glance that may not seem like something one ought to celebrate, yet cultures all around the northern hemisphere have celebrated it for time out of mind. Mainly, I think, we revel in the fact that “this is as bad as it’s going to get.” It’s actually one of the most festive times of the year, and that festive spirit is both an act of defiance of the darkness and a celebration of the imminent return of greater light.
Of course, as someone who writes mainly dark fiction (even my sci fi and my attempts at humor are quite shadowy), it might seem odd that I should celebrate the return of longer days. But even most of the darkest stories tend to be about the struggle against the (metaphorical) nighttime, and the triumph of the light.
In long stories, at least, it’s generally necessary to come to a conclusion wherein the light triumphs and/or holds back the darkness. There are exceptions, of course, many of them found in more “realistic” fiction, but the vast majority of novels end with the good guys winning, or at least with the bad guys losing. This is understandable. It’s a hell of a thing to journey through a story that’s 120,000 words long (and often quite a bit longer, as my novels tend to be), only to find that in the end everything goes to shit. It’s even more terrible if the story is a series of novels.
Just imagine, for instance, that you finish reading “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows,” only to find that in the end Harry dies, and Voldemort wins. Not only would it be a bummer—even if you’re a fan of good bad guys, as I am—but it would also make you unlikely to read the books again, or to recommend them to a friend. It’s just too hard to undertake a seven-book odyssey knowing that your beloved heroes lose. Of course, you always consider the possibility that they might lose as you read the books for the first time, and J.K. Rowling pulls no punches in having terrible things happen to characters we have grown to love. But you nevertheless read her books, and others, with the optimism born of experience, that in the end, even if things aren’t exactly “happily ever after,” at least the immediate evil will have been contained or destroyed. Our heroes sometimes come to a peaceful, productive life at the far end of their trials, à la Harry Potter; sometimes, they pay what seems an unendurable price for the benefit of defeating evil (poor Roland Deschain!). But we can be reasonably safe in the assumption that, though all may not be well, the immediate threat will have been overcome.
This is just one of the advantages fiction has over reality.
On the other hand, one of the great, fun things about short stories is that the good guys don’t necessarily win in the end. Short stories don’t even have to end with the bad guys losing. In fact, they may end with everything just about as bad as it can possibly be. In this, short stories really are Forrest Gump’s box of chocolates, and sometimes it’s a box of chocolates made by Monty Python’s Whizzo Chocolate Company, where the best you can hope for is a Cherry Fondue that’s extremely nasty (but we can’t prosecute you for that), and you might just get a Crunchy Frog, a Cockroach Cluster, a Ram’s Bladder Cup, an Anthrax Ripple, or even a Spring Surprise (“covered in dark, velvety chocolate, the moment you pop it into your mouth, stainless steel bolts spring out and plunge straight through both cheeks”).
“Where’s the pleasure in that?” as Inspector Praline understandably exclaims, and you may well share his sentiments. But…there is pleasure in that, at least in the metaphorical version of it that is the dark short story with no happy ending. And I’m not quite sure why, but I really enjoy writing (short) stories that summon the shade of Jim Morrison, taunting, “No one here gets out alive.”
(Yes, we are mixing not merely metaphors and genres, but entire art forms here. Don’t worry. We can handle it. We are large, we contain multitudes.)
Speaking of short stories: I am almost ready to release “I for one welcome our new computer overlords,” on Kindle, in a newer, better version than the one I posted here. I know it’s taking a long time, but as I’ve said before, this would go a lot faster if enough people bought my books that I could survive by writing full time (hint, hint).
For those who didn’t get the chance to read “Ifowonco” here on this blog, I’m going to make you wait and find out on your own whether the story is a lovely English Toffee or a Spring Surprise. Either one can we wonderful. Like Mr. Milton (the owner of the Whizzo Chocolate Company), I’m very proud of my creations, and like him I use no artificial additives or preservatives of any kind. I will warn you, though, that even at my most sugary, I don’t tend to create purely light and sweet things; even my brightest creations use dark chocolate.
All right, enough with the frikking candy metaphors. Jesus!
In closing, I want to once again put out a request for feedback on the possibility of creating “Author’s Notes” for my published works, and posting them—with clear identification—as “reviews” on Amazon, hopefully for the benefit of those considering buying the books. As far as I can tell, this is allowable within Amazon’s guidelines.
Of course, an alternative to this would be posting my author’s notes here, on this very blog. In a way, that’s what the blog is, after all: A sort of weekly author’s note. I’m fine with that idea, and I think it might be fun to write the notes and post them here, but they would really only be useful for those who already read the blog; they wouldn’t provide any benefit for someone shopping through Amazon. So, I do think the idea of doing such a note/review might be good, but I’m leery of undertaking such a thing if people would consider it to be in very bad taste. I’m willing to do things in bad taste, but very bad taste is worth avoiding, I think. Which is why I recommend the Crunchy Frog over the Cherry Fondue.
Please take care when buying your sweeties, please do enjoy the advent of longer days to come, and please give me your opinion, if you have one, on the author’s note idea.
In “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy,” Dentarthurdent says that he never could get the hang of Thursdays. I’m happy to say that I don’t seem to share his weakness; I find Thursday to be an excellent day, partly because it’s almost Friday, and also because it has become my default day for writing these posts for my main blog.
I’d like to begin with some updates, as well as some thoughts. First, I promise you that, yes, I am working steadily on the editing of “I for one welcome our new computer overlords,” and am very close to publishing it. I have, though, as you may recall, intended to make writing new fiction—“Unanimity,” in this case—my top priority, relegating the editing process to the part of the day when the new stuff is done.
This may, unfortunately, not be a workable approach, especially once I finish “Unanimity.” My hope had been that I’d be able to do the rewriting, editing, revising, etc., of “Unanimity,” even as writing my next work becomes and stays my new primary task. Well, that’s not going to be good if the editing and rewriting of “Unanimity,” goes as slowly as does the process for “Ifowonco.” It’s bad enough that it takes as long as it has for a story of twenty-three-thousand words. When you’ve got a two-hundred-thousand-word novel (which should be the rough length of “Unanimity”) to deal with, this rate of editing and rewriting could take a decade.
That’s an exaggeration. But it’s not much of one.
I think I will take a break between finishing “Unanimity” and rewriting it. This was strong advice Stephen King gave in his excellent book “On Writing,” but I haven’t always followed it. However, going back after some time to “Ifowonco”—having edited it initially before putting it here on the blog—I see that there are simple points of style and wording that I failed to fix because I was too close to the original writing of the story. The necessary mental break that The King recommends, to allow a work to ripen, really does seem to be a legitimate phenomenon. I might have been able to guess that would be so; the man does know a thing or two about writing, after all. But I’m a stubborn soul, and it can take a great deal for me to convince myself of something I don’t want to see. I am open to being convinced, though, and honestly seek those practices which help me do things better. So, I’ll have to feel things out and adjust them as I go along; no doubt I’ll keep you informed about the process, whether you care or not.
Now, on to a mostly unrelated subject:
I’ve considered, on and off, the notion of writing—as a joke–reviews of my own works on Amazon. I’ve bought copies of some of my books to give as gifts, and of course, when you buy something from Amazon, they often solicit your opinion on the book you’ve read (or even on the bird food you’ve purchased, it turns out). Obviously, up to this point, I’ve ignored such requests for ratings, let alone for reviews, with respect to my own works. But I have toyed with the notion—again, as a joke—of writing either a particularly glowing, or perhaps thoroughly devastating, review of one or more of my books, but then making it abundantly clear, at the conclusion of the review, that I was the author. I think this might be pretty funny, but I have a peculiar sense of humor, so it’s possible that I would be the only one who would find it funny. Thus, hitherto, I haven’t done it.
It recently occurred to me, though, that I could do something of the sort without it being a joke; instead I could make a review into a sort of “Author’s note,” for the story or stories in question. Again, I’d need to make it abundantly clear, right from the start, that this was my own commentary, but I know that I have always loved reading author’s notes about how a story came about, or what the author might have been thinking that led them to write that book or story, or what they thought about the finished product. That’s one of the reasons I like Stephen King’s short story collections—he often includes such “liner notes” to his stories, and I love them. The King cautions people not to read the notes before they read the stories, but I think even that caution is unwarranted (unless the notes contain spoilers, of course). Reading an author’s notes about his or her story gives a new dimension to the work, and a new perspective from which to see it—perhaps even a greater understanding of the author’s intent (if there is one to speak of), that might lead to a greater appreciation of the story. I’m quite sure that this can backfire, and I don’t think it’s necessary—one might say that, if you need an author’s note to get the author’s intent, then the author didn’t do a very good job with the story—but it might be interesting.
I’d appreciate your feedback on this. Would you find it irritating or offensive if an author—making it clear that he was the one writing—put up a comment on Amazon in the “reviews” section? Or would you be interested in reading such side notes to a story, even before deciding whether or not to buy it?
I recognize one mildly concerning fact: As part of reviewing a book, Amazon asks the reviewer to rate it, and so I would be giving a star-rating to my owns works. I think, though, that I can be pretty fair in my ratings, and even brutal and ruthless, and can remain philosophically pure. Obviously, I’m never going to rate anything that I wrote as one or two stars—and hopefully three would be a rarity—but I don’t think that constitutes a biased reviewing tendency; if I honestly thought a work merited only one or two stars, I’d like to think that I never would have published it.
Anyway, these are my thoughts (which are mine). I would dearly like to read your feedback on the “review/commentary” notion, or on anything else you might care to discuss. That’s why the comments option below is always open, as it is on Facebook and Twitter. In the meantime, “Unanimity,” is proceeding well (obviously, if it’s going to be about 200,000 words by the time it’s done), and “Ifowonco,” will soon be released in Kindle edition…improved, I think, over the form originally published here (which I love, nevertheless). After “Unanimity” is done, I’m probably going to write another short story, then a sort of fable called “Neko/Neneko,” and…well, and whither then, I cannot say.
Well, it’s Thursday morning again and time for a new blog post.
This time it really is Thursday morning. Last week, I somehow got it into my head that it was Thursday when it was, in fact, Wednesday, and I wrote and published my weekly blog post accordingly. This was even though, at work that day, I did all the usual things that I do on Wednesdays, but don’t do on Thursdays. It was a truly strange example of the compartmentalization of a misapprehension, and it troubled me quite a lot. When I woke up on Thursday morning, realizing that it actually was Thursday, and that the day before I had put out my blog post on the “wrong” day, I found it strange and depressing.
I don’t really know why it bothered me so much. It’s not as though there are set rules for doing these things, and I don’t know that I have a large enough number of regular readers for them to be confused about the fact that my blog had come out a day early—or if there were people looking for the new blog post on Thursday who missed it because it had already come out the day before.
You can comment if this happened to you. I’d be interested to learn about it.
On that same day I also put out a blog post on “Iterations of Zero.” Maybe that was what pushed me unconsciously to write blog posts that day, because it was on a subject (turn signals, and the frequent failure of drivers to use them) that persistently irritates me. If you want to get an idea of the intensity of my concern for that issue, you can read the blog post here, but the very fact that the title contains a (censored) bit of profanity, and the opening line of the post has that same expletive fully spelled out, should give you some idea of how much it angers me.
One unrelated but annoying thing happened with respect to that blog post, and this is the second time that this exact error has occurred: In the first posting of the blog entry, I dropped the “r” from the word “your,” in the title, making it come across as though I were trying to sound strangely (and poorly) idiomatic. This was not my intention, and I corrected the error immediately, and updated the post. The problem should have thus been solved, but unfortunately, it seems that the sharing buttons for blogs, when they are shared on Facebook and similar venues, only invoke the version that was first shared. So, even though the title has been corrected on the posting itself, which you’ll see if you read it, nevertheless, on Facebook (and, I think, on Twitter), it keeps showing up as “Use you f*cking turn signals,” and—to my eye, at least—makes me look like a f*cking idiot.
This is not such an unusual experience for me, thankfully, so although I don’t like it, I can deal with it. Nevertheless, I want to disabuse everyone out there of the notion that it was some stupid, failed attempt at using “cool” language. It was not. It was an entirely different kind of stupid, one with which I am far more comfortable.
I would dearly like to promote that post and get it spread around, because I think its message is important, but I find the notion of advertising a post that looks like it has a typo in the title intolerably galling. I really do need to be more careful about these things.
Before moving on to other matters, I will say that one reason I was distressed at finding that I’d gotten my days wrong is that Wednesday morning is supposed to be a morning for writing new fiction, and Thursday is the only day that I give myself an out from it. I’m a creature of habit about some things, occasionally bordering on obsessive-compulsive. It’s bad enough when my schedule changes because of external events. For it to happen because of some weird misfiring of my own synapses is a bit like discovering that one has deliberately poisoned one’s own tea. I did make it up for myself, though, by writing like a madman the following day; I got more than five pages written in the space of time that would normally have produced three. Maybe the mental tension was beneficial for the production of a horror novel.
On other matters, I am inching ever closer to the release of “I for one welcome our new computer overlords,” but it’s going slowly, because I’m trying not to take any time and energy away from new writing. This is part of a pattern I had intended to use going forward: Never stop writing new things, even while editing/rewriting my previous works to prepare for publication, but instead do the editing and rewriting, as well as other bits of preparation, at other times, later in the day. This may not be a workable plan, unless I can carve out set times for doing so, as I do for my writing. I’m sure that there is many a wasted moment in my days that could be so repurposed, but the mental energy for it may or may not be readily accessible. If I were writing “full time” I suppose it would be much easier, but I do have to give an annoying amount of my will to making a living. I’m good at shifting mental gears while in transit, but I have my limits, and it’s hard to believe that I’m going to get a lot of editing done during lunch break.
We at Chronic Publications have come up with what looks like a good cover design for “Ifowonco,” and I like it a lot…though it is slightly jokey, as is the title itself, and the story isn’t jokey at all. Maybe the title and cover will serve as armor against what are some rather dark moments in the tale. I’m not going to change the title, though, and I’m certainly not going to change the story. I really like it, even after rereading it over and over again as part of the editing process.
We’ve also produced a sort of concept draft of a cover for “Hole for a Heart,” which has gotten good reviews from the few who have seen it. I had been planning to release my short stories on Kindle in the order in which they had been written, which would mean “Prometheus and Chiron” should follow “Ifowonco,” but that plan may change, since we have a design concept for the cover of “Hole for a Heart,” and don’t really have one for “Prometheus and Chrion.”
We are slightly struggling with the “blurb” for “Ifowonco,” because it’s a story with a few red herrings and surprises, but describing the story enough to make it interesting for potential readers might accidentally produce some spoilers. This is far from an insurmountable problem, but it’s important. If any of you reading this, who have read the story here on the blog, have any suggestions, I’d be delighted to read them, and would certainly give you full credit if even an altered version of your suggestion is used. This is the house of ideas, and ideas deserve to be credited. (In that vein: I got the term “house of ideas” from a comic book, where it was spoken by the illustrated version of none other than the great Stan Lee, though I’m not sure if he ever said it in real life.)
Okay, well this posting has gone on longer than I expected it to do, but I guess that means that I had plenty of things to say. I was considering posting a version of the covers described above, for your perusal and possible feedback, but my forgetfulness decided the matter: I neglected to forward the graphics files to myself so that I could include them. I’m afraid you’ll just have to wait.
In the meantime, I hope you’re all well and thriving, despite the stress that often attends the major holiday season (I know that it’s stressful and often deeply depressing for me, and I’m pretty sure I’m not alone in this). Do be good to yourselves, even while you’re going mad trying to figure out which gifts and how many to get for those you love. The solstice approaches, when the days become longer again at last, great nature’s other, annual, second course. I hope none of you are ever truly in a situation where things can only get better (because that would mean that things are maximally bad), but it is true that, on December 21st, daylight can only get longer. (Barring some dreadful and catastrophic change in the tilt of the Earth’s axis. Which might be an interesting idea for a story.)
Okay, well…good day, everyone.
I hope you all had a Happy Thanksgiving, at least those of you who live in America, and who celebrate the holiday. As for everyone else, I hope you just had a happy day, and a happy week.
But you can stop all that now. Being happy, I mean. Too much happiness is probably not good for you. Certainly, many religious people seem to think that way, as do those who are against even fundamentally safe, minor, occasional, recreational use of drugs or alcohol. Self-abasement and penitence seem to be the preferred modes of thinking of many a human, but they don’t want to pursue those modes all by themselves; they want to take you along with them. For your own good, supposedly.
Anyway, as anyone who’s been paying attention will have noticed, I took the week off from writing my blog last week, because Thursday—the day I usually write it—was Thanksgiving, and my only day off work that week. I have, however, continued to write “Unanimity,” and I’ve been working on the re-editing and fine-tuning of “I for one welcome our new computer overlords,” in preparation for its release as an e-book*. Both endeavors are proceeding well, and I feel good about them. It’s always nice when you’re re-editing a story that you come back to after a while, (e.g. IFOWONCO), and even though you find things that need improving, you like the story a lot. I’m lucky that way; I almost always enjoy my stories when I reread them. Thus, I know that, even if everyone else in the world hates my writing completely, it has at least one satisfied reader.
I haven’t written anything for Iterations of Zero in a while…or, rather, I haven’t posted anything there for a while. I have written some things—three or four essays to post there eventually—but I just haven’t felt that they’re ready to put before the public. I’m probably overthinking it a little. When I write the posts for this blog, I just sit down and go for it, and whatever comes out comes out, and that’s that. Not to say that I don’t have some general subject in mind before I start—I almost always do. But I don’t overthink it. I just let fly on the keyboard, and let the metaphors fall where they may. I’m especially lucky in that I’m able to express myself better and more spontaneously in writing than I am in conversation with others.
Actually, that may not seem to be so lucky, depending on your point of view. In fact, it can be quite unpleasant at times. I’m often terribly uncomfortable when interacting with others in person, especially in purely social situations. But I do find it easy and fast to write, and once I get started, I tend to keep going for a while.
There are probably those who lament this last fact, but I don’t care about them. Indeed, I laugh at their agony. Bwa-ha-ha-ha-haaa!
On the days when I don’t feel like writing—especially on my fiction—I just play a little trick with myself (I might have written about this before): I tell myself, “Okay, well, I’m tired. So today, I’ll just write a page. Just get to the end of the first paragraph that finishes on the page after the one on which I’m starting. If I get there, then that’s fine, I can call it good.” This is easy enough for me to talk myself into because, as I’ve said before, I tend to write very quickly. Just to give you an idea of how quickly, I wrote everything up to this point on this post (first draft, obviously) in just over fifteen minutes. So, I’m almost always prepared to accept the undertaking of writing a single page, even if I’m mildly ill. And what almost always happens is that I end up writing far more than just that one page. Yesterday, for instance, I wrote five pages after committing to write one, and I almost always write at least three, as long as I’m not interrupted.
As I say, I’m very lucky, but I would be quite surprised if this trick didn’t work for a lot of writers who have trouble getting themselves started. If committing to a page is too daunting, how about just a paragraph? Or even a sentence? Don’t be too picky about that sentence or paragraph—you’re going to edit it later, anyway, so even if it feels like (as Stephen King put it) you’re just shoveling shit sitting down, that’s okay. It’s a bit like vomiting: Just get it out, and you’ll find that you feel better.
Speaking of writing versus speaking (remember when I did that a few paragraphs back?): I’m still vacillating about the video, and even the audio, postings on this and my other blog, as well as on YouTube. Maybe I should take a similar approach to them as I take to writing: Just record myself saying something, anything, and get it down on tape (metaphorically). I can give myself an out on video for the moment; that requires much more effort and preparation, and I sound better than I look, anyway. But I can do an audio recording at almost any moment, using the voice recorder on my smartphone, and with excellent quality.
Or maybe I should just say screw it, and commit just to writing an article or post or whatever every week on Iterations of Zero, recognizing that writing is my strong suit. I can approach it as I do my fiction writing, and my writing for this blog: Sit down, write something, at least a paragraph, and see what comes out. Let not the perfect be the enemy of the good.
We’ll see what happens. I don’t know much more about those specifics than you all do. “It’s difficult to make predictions, especially about the future.”
Meanwhile, “Unanimity,” as I said, is speeding along. I’m presently creating some very sweet, positive, wonderful, and romantic moments in the lives of the main characters. This will make things even more poignant when it all goes to shit. Which it will.
I repeat: Bwa-ha-ha-ha-haaa!
In closing, I hereby withdraw my earlier recommendation that you curtail your happiness. By all means, be as happy as you can, but remember: Happiness is best judged not by the highest point on your life’s graph, but by the area under the curve. Play the long game.
*“Prometheus and Chiron” and “Hole for a Heart” will follow.