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Okay, Maybe I Have to Re-Write (and how my habit of trolling may get me published)
Today is the day that I stare into the narcolepsy-inducing abyss of needing to re-write my book. The main reason is simply because the next phase will me more laborious than the actual creative process– and this has to do … Continue reading
I’ll shank a fool before I self-publish
This writing process thing–and by that I mean the fiction/novel crucible, is a bit daunting. When I started out thinking I was going to use this “down time” to write a book, I first went into Barnes & Noble, and started … Continue reading
. . . and my book is finished.
37 days from the start of this ridiculous, Iditarod-level lunacy. 47, 000 words, with at least another five waiting in elaborative revisionary addenda to concepts and scenes I refused to bog down in the initial process. Rewrite is next. Probably … Continue reading
Ken Tamplin told me I’m going to jail if I don’t listen to Dino Jelusic
Far be it from me to demur from an incendiary headline, in which I accuse people of saying things they didn’t say. Although, I’m not a journalist, so: It doesn’t come natural to me I feel the odd twinge of … Continue reading
15,000 words in
To my novel. My guess is, rough draft is done in 30 days.
Mark Twain on Journalism
“It seems to me that just in the ratio that our newspapers increase, our morals decay. The more newspapers the worse morals. Where we have one newspaper that does good, I think we have fifty that do harm. We ought … Continue reading
How’s a man supposed to carry on after this?
I just got my hands on a copy of Byron Preiss’ The Secret, knowing full well that the one treasure nearest me has not been recovered. There’s this thing that went through my head: What if I can look at … Continue reading
Parables.
I’ve been headlong into a renaissance dip about codes and ciphers lately. I’ve gone on about this fascination numerous times on this platform, but now it’s simply become research for a book–for now. A friend of mine gifted me with … Continue reading
Jim Carrey, and the The Clutch That Is Killing Us
In the process of writing a book that draws from my own childhood experiences, I’ve been forced to try to relive the technical and informational limitations that define well over half the reason it’s worth using as the setting/plot/backdrop of … Continue reading
