Couple of places left to learn how writing weird fiction is done, really, how writing better fiction is possible, honestly. Meet like-minded writers, interstitial fools and visionaries whose gaze is fixed not wholly on the futur/istic, nor entirely on the horror/ific, or the fantastical but which falls somewhere between those cracks. Where the wild things are.
I don’t know what to listen to so I listened to this. And then I turned it off and looked up flights to NY and then I heard a sound outside and I went out to the balcony and it was two guys walking on the street playing sonic boom-sounding tracks and futuristic effects from their phones and trying to make people come out on the balconies.
I wrote a piece on rejection inspired by a student who has, by way of their first rejection slip, joined our family of the damned. You can read it at Vol.1.Brooklyn, a great little lit mag taking lollipop steps all over the intersphere.
For TW and RN.
Other people get the flu. Writers take Pseudoephedrine.
1000 words. Plus I’ve been dreaming a lot lately. Always happens when I start a new work, and the uppers help.
I love teaching this class. It can get wiggy. Some new material for a new group of talented writers pushing the boundaries of the heart and mind—I learn more from them every time.
Just kidding. I’m still writing it. Day 17 and just under 15K words, so it’s okay. It’s still a 90 Day novel. I’m just not great at the blogging side of it, clearly. Doesn’t make it right, but there it is.
I’m kind of at an impasses with it right now, in truth, having to take a step back and bone up on some background information. So, that’s what I did today. Didn’t write a word. Some days are going to be like that because I didn’t prepare as well as I would have liked. Got the story and the character and the place, but not as totally figured out as it should be. I’d like a week to do that, actually, and I have plenty of other things to write, and finish. So I might use next week to really nail down the context and content, and go back to writing with a vengeance week after that.
One thing I’m doing that I’ve never done before is outline the hell out of it. So I know roughly where I’m headed each chapter, and I’m writing the whole thing in Scrivener. I’ve used Scrivener a lot but never from start to finish, and I’m finding it good, especially because I’m not doing much pantsing this time, but being as scientific about it as I can be. And I’m journalling too. I usually keep a log of my big projects from start to finish, but again, trying to contain this all in one place, in my Day One Journal, and then each day that I do that I print out the page and stick it into my notebook. That’s a part of the process that I’m enjoying actually, the finicky, fussy bits. The routine, and the ritual.