Time Flying Like Evil Monkeys… That Fly

Did I really not post in 2016? Apparently! I think I took an unplanned hiatus, but I also think I am back on the writing train. Novels. Ugh. Why couldn’t I have gone the painter route, or sculpture, or anything but writing. And novels no less. Writing is tedious, time consuming, exhausting, and frustrating. I really do hate it sometimes. The words are a harsh mistress, and they beat you even harder if you don’t know how to use them. Say good-bye to ego; pitiless self-examination is your best friend now. This is where the writer of novels lives.

But I do have stories to tell, and that’s enough.

On a side note, I listen to different music when I write on Gnostics or Locked and Loaded. For Gnostics I play a mix of old school post-punk and 80’s goth. Joy Division, Sisters of Mercy, Siouxsie Sue, and such. For LnL I tend towards electronica, or a more industrial-metal sound. Tool, NIN, and Fear Factory do the trick for the action side, and different kinds of psy-trance for the higher level stuff.

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Social Media

I am not great at social media. Hell, I update this blog once every few months! I need to get on top of that once the first Gnostic novel is out. Speaking if which, I’m in the middle of the final edit, have remapped the series from a trilogy to a 12 novel series, and renamed the first Locked and Loaded novel from Killshot to War Machine. My cover artist is about to start on War Machine’s art as well. Getting there!

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To the Bitter End

I am not yet publishing, but there are a few truths about the business of writing that I have learned. One of the big ones is persistence. Actually, stubbornness might be a better word. When I let my friends read the first draft of The Gnostic, the responses were less than stellar. One said something along the lines of, “I don’t see how you’re going to turn this into a novel.” I was bitter for a couple of minutes, but this was the feedback I needed. I completely rewrote the first Gnostic novel over the next two years.

I am now on the final draft, and while it may not be The Old Man in the Sea, I think it qualifies as a novel. Hell, it might even sell.

People will tell you how hard it is to make it. I wonder, though, how many failed authors gave up after one novel? I’ve met a few of those, and they are chock full of advice. I figure it’s a bad idea to take advice from someone who has failed in the arena, though. All too many people give up after the first book doesn’t sell. I expect my first one, The Gnostic, won’t do well at first, if it ever does. Writing it was not a waste, as I have learned a huge amount in the process.

Regardless, I don’t intend to stop. I will either make it as an author, or I will die with a lot of unsuccessful books to my name.

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Many Moons Ago

Was my last post really in January? It’s probably not good for a writer these days to not spend at least 34% of the day posting, tweeting, facebooking, myspacing (Is that still around?), etc. I know, I am as surprised as you at my slackerness!

So, to catch up whoever is reading this. I wrapped up the second to last draft of The Gnostic: Initiate, sent it to a copy editor to tell me how terrible a writer I am, and got it back a few weeks ago. I am going to finish it off as soon as I am done with the first draft of Locked and Loaded: Kill Shot. I am about 70% done with that, and it is insane!

And last, I now have a cover artist. Her name is Debra Sarkozy, and she is awesome. I will be working with her on all of my novels.

So that’s my semi-annual update. See you in 6 months. Keep it weird!

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There is a darkness that resides in all men. Some just see it more clearly than others.

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There is something about sitting alone in a hotel room and writing.  There is a very old school feeling to it, like following in the footsteps of Bukowski or Thompson.  That’s even more true when you’ve got both a cup of hot black coffee and a can of beer on your desk.

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The Starving Artist

It’s hard to be a starving artist.  This is the purist who lives on their more successful friends’ sofas and lights from one bar to the next, spending the last of their meager savings on beer.  It’s also hard to be an artist with a job.  Then it’s just a hobby, and friends and family regard it as such; art therapy at best.  Work wars with relationships that war with responsibilities that war with your art for your time.  Before you know it you’re middle-aged, bitter, desperate, hate your job, your wife, your house, your car, and your life because they each stole some of your time.  It’s better to be starved for money than to be starved for time.

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The Pills

They say that television will rot your brain.  After decades of steeping my mind in broadcast mediocrity I would have to agree.  We don’t love television shows, we love repetitive formulas wrapped up in sarcastic dialogue and delivered by professional pretenders.  What else can one expect from a drug-fueled and celebrity-addled Hollywood?  Flush it all down the toilet with the pills.

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Lost Soul Transients

Lost soul transients bathing in sodium street light, drunk on self-loathing and rotgut.  Pimp slapped whores walk a lonely beat while callous pigs cruise by with unforgiving eyes.  Their tusks gleam with arrogant contempt.  Everything swims in darkness, black brick walls casting shadows across slate colored concrete.  Through this world I pass in wonder, seeing these things through an alcoholic lens.  I am home.

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Words on Words

I live my life in words; words from my pen, words from my mind, and words from nothing.  The flow comes and goes on unpredictable tides.  They have a soul of their own.  Words are both truth and lies, and they shape reality only to reshape it again and again and again.  The word is creation, and makes us all gods on this earth.


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