Style

So, I have been pondering style this week. Should I wear a fedora again? Perhaps grow a mustache. Stuff myself into skinny jeans?

Uh...not that type of style.
Right.
Remember where you're writing.
On the internet.
No humor accepted on the web.
Conversations with myself leave little room to the imagination.
Then get on with it.

Style. The way I craft a sentence. Word choice. Diction. Inflection. All of the wonderful elements of writing. When it comes to fiction, I love it. My heart, soul, body, and mind connect with the story in a spiritual way, so of course, I want to share my stories in a way that immerses the reader into the dream he or she forgets it is a book, forgets the story has a writer. I enjoy experimenting with style in fiction. Some may not understand, but I experience joy rewriting a sentence five, ten, twenty times to get it perfect. Now, I don't do this with every sentence, typically at the beginning. Because once I really set the stylistic tone of a novel, it flows much easier as the story progresses.

Blogs, Non-fiction, summaries, synopsis, whatever else is a pain in the ass in regards to style. Why? I think it is because in the realm of non-fiction, there is more of a temptation to show how well you write as opposed to what you say. Of course, maybe it's just me. I typically think, "want people to notice a blog, use a style showing brilliance and word mastery." Well, that takes all the fun of running a blog, hence the lack of daily, hell, weekly blogs. I want people to see what I can really do as a writer; so, I will have them read my fiction. Well, not too many people are keen on reading a unknown author's work, let alone pay 1.99 for it. All right, then let's set up a blog. Yay, now I can spend over an hour typing and editing so I can sound as pretentious as possible in the hopes of a reader stumbling upon my page. Sending prayers of, "Lord, may they find me brilliant and thank You and all Your Glory for creating a writer like me." Blah. No time for that. I'll stream my thoughts. Expunge words. Vomit ideas. Shit opinions.

I'd rather expend stylistic energy to describe a scene.

Why ramble about this? Well, the entire reason I write, the idea rattled around my mind. And that's a writer. Ideas float in the noggin, can't rest until it's on paper or a screen.

Also, this is a fucking blog. Let's get over myself, huh?

Lack of Quantity

I am not procrastinating. Rather, I choose my words and content carefully. This does not always rule in my favor. I freeze, for far too long, when an idea eludes me. Distraction shoots tennis balls at me as I try to create the best wording for each sentence. Work numbs my mind to creative thought by day's end.

However, progress occured this weekend. A breakthrough. An eruption of light upon the dark places in which I crawl when life becomes unmanageable and depressing. Today, all is well.

Keeping schedules and promises

are very difficult for writers. At least for this one. So, I thought I would make an effort and submit another blog post to coincide with the one from yesterday. Coincide? More like two distant cousins walking by in happenstance. Nothing in common. Not much to do with each other. But their cousins, so hey.

Oh well. Two posts in two days. Who cares whether they mesh or not. I have my reasons.
Only one, really. I am trying out the whole "write every day" mantra (and mean it) even if it requires the scribble (or typing) of incoherent gibberish or filth that has nothing to do with a novel, short story, or script I happen to be writing.  Yes, I need something to unleash the torrential whirlwind of characters, plots, dialogue, settings, descriptions--the madness, the insanity--tumbling and exploding everyday. Each day about fifty different conversations occur in my head. Different people with different lives. No, not once do I ever believe they are ever "me" and act like him or her (however, I will converse with them). But they live here (or transmit their messages) and I do my best to listen and remember what they say or do to write down later. I am not always faithful in my endeavors, but I do try. Hopefully these efforts grow as the future steps forward.

A random note:
I am testing out various prices as an hypothesis to marketing and enticing people to buy my short stories and novels. I become skeptical when I see a book priced cheap or free as its normal price. However, if it is marked down from 7.99 or higher, I am more inclined to buy it. Screwed up, I know, but that is the human condition. We are skeptical people prone to believe the negative and doubt the good. More on that in another blog.

Be sure to check out my friend's band, When the Clock Strikes. The band has a music video on YouTube: https://youtu.be/ZK2AKPhkjfU

Construction

Pending? Bet your ass. I have images, words, blurbs, and ideas ping ponging around my head. Once I hit pause and freeze them long enough to gain a better understanding of what these are, I will post. More frequently too. However, a quick update: from December to March I wrote 55 pages for the satirical picutre book Jeremiah. I have met with my dear friend and artist Nick on 2 separate occasions and made quite a bit of progress.

I started a new job back in February. It's okay.

I began, completed, revised, and edited a screenplay. Goes to some local producers in a few weeks to see if it is something they want to film.

Construction will soon end. Until then...

Update

I made a breakthrough today with the next installment of The Spiral Effect. Couldn't be more excited. I had written around 7 pages two months ago and then stalled out. So, of course I worked on another story while keep the The Soldier in the back of my mind. The past two weeks, however, my mind pestered me to bring the story back to the front. As typical with my thought process, I allow deterrents and distractions get in the way, whether it be a video game, television, Magic the Gathering, worries, fears, or anxiety. Thank God, however, the story is always churning in my mind. Last night I put away distractions and simply sat in silence to think, pray. Not about the story in particular, but a great many things. However, it allowed my mind to filter out the junk so that this morning, when I came back to The Soldier, I could think clearly. And think clearly I did. I nearly have the entire story lines for The Soldier, The Villain, and The Scientist plotted out. Hopefully, this makes writing the last few stories for this first arc smoother. Go at a faster pace.

I must admit, writing Alex Wonder drained me in a way no other story has. The past few months, since finishing it, has been difficult writing wise. No more. After a few more days of plotting out the rest of The Soldier, I will be back to spending a few hours or more a day writing it.

Until another day.

Change

Changes shine from the horizon, and I couldn't be more excited.

Feeling the Rhythm Once Again

Yeah, I’m feeling it once again. The dark night of depression has dissipated and I can once again think clearly. The past month has been an incredible spiritual journey. God has reawakened my passion, resolve, and hope for a better day. I can feel anxiety and worry slipping by the wayside. Fear and self-destruction are nearly nonexistent. But I know I must not grow complacent. Stay the path and do not waver.
The past week has been incredible. Three stories. Mark it, three stories to work on and I am not feeling the anxiety of which I will begin first. Monday I worked on one. Tuesday and Wednesday another. And Thursday to today, the third story. I came into contact with an old friend, an accomplice in the birthing of the idea for Jeremiah (the third story) and we will meet up and do some writing and illustrating on Saturday. It has always been my dream to write collaboratively. Not every story, but a set number, to be set apart and shared with another artist and writer. To help craft it into something bigger than ourselves. After years of dreaming this dream, I pray it come true.
Another reason I feel incredible is I finally took a step, a step forward, a step I have been putting off for two years. I do not want to get into it now lest some people read this. I am not yet ready for some to know. Not yet. But in a month. Oh but it is good. Great. Wonderful. I haven’t felt this unbound and free in years.

Until another night—when specifics return…