Detox, and I’ve Got a Novel to Write

Caution: I’m writing this with very little sleep. It might not make sense, even to me…
 
I’m listening to Deadmau5 as I write this. I’m in a Coffee Bean in northern LA. Surrounding me are likely other writers screaming about the patriarchy that is Trumpistan. They’re bitching about corporate corruption to the cyber-verse echo chamber. They’re also patronizing one of those very corporations. Good job, sheeple!
 
I’ve come to the end of a long week at my day job. Next week is going to be even longer and more depressing. It gives me the sense that this is what a dry-used-up whore feels like. I also got the first thirty or so pages of a story I began writing last week. It’s got computers from space and teen orgies. I’m starting to get the feeling it’s also about our fear of the unknown, even when that unknown is here to help us. It might not go anywhere, but I’m happy with it so far. I wrote about a thousand words the other night. A paragraph last night. Tonight, I can’t stand to look at it. But I’m not going to trash it. That’s what they want. I don’t know who “they” are, but I know they want it.
 
I’ve also got something else, and no, it isn’t AIDS. It’s a hefty outline and a binder full of notes for my alien invasion novel. And it’s got me jazzed. It’s not a condemnation of war, but it shows that war is very fucked up. It’s not an analysis of race relations, but I’m going to address ethnic tensions. It’s not a critique of America, but I hope my fellow citizens know how lucky we are to be where we are in spite of all our flaws. It takes a lot of inspiration from history while looking ahead to the future.
 
I worry that I’m not writing enough short fiction. Short fiction means you can get a lot out faster. I’m impatient, and it takes a long time for me to get a piece ready for submission. I also don’t enjoy short stories that much. I need to develop a taste for them.
 
I recently met up with a friend of mine from a writing group. Brit Veltkamp is a fantastic writer who can turn fantasy fiction on its head. I can’t wait to see what she does with her fantasy series. It’ll rip Tolkien a new one. But like me, Brit is more comfortable writing novels than short stories. There’s a lot more room to play and explore. And if you do shorten it, that’s what rewriting is for.
 
I love this fetal book. It’s still in my brain-womb, kicking and stirring, and I fucking love it. I want the little fucker to be born already, but in the meantime, I love the gestation process.

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