It’s the hour of the wolf and I don’t want to die…


What have I been doing you ask?  Well let me tell you, one of the things you can guess quiet easily.  I have been a very naughty blogger, in that I simply have not been doing it.  But before I get off on a rant, lets stick with the format at hand.

What has passed since last we spoke:

1.  I continue the onerous process of revising, editing and fiddling with The Gears of the Earth.  It has been painful and educational in the extreme.  It has also been disheartening because the book is rather large and feels like an endless hole into which I pour hours of time trying to make it shine.  The realization that I am trying to turn a natural gift for story telling into something special using a mediocre skill at the written word is a tough lesson for my ego.  That being said there is a story in there that people will love, that I love and I want to see it shine through the pressed pages of pulp wood into your mind.

2.  Hunting.  Many of you know by now I am a hunter.  Well it turns out hunting seems to fulfill and also renew certain aspects of my creativity, but it also basically unplugs my creative process.  I have noticed this two years running now that I simply am a pitiful writer in November and December.

3.  The holidays.  I have two young children, a boy and a girl who are 7 years of age.  Yes, twins.  It seems common enough, both Ken Scholes and Saladin Ahmed have them as well as I recall.  Maybe it comes from sitting and writing so long or something?  Regardless, the holidays have come and passed.  It starts with late October and runs through New Years at my house and it is a hectic time full of sound and fury, signifying consumer whoring of horrifying magnitudes.

4.  Day Jobbery.  Yea and onto life came work: and it was tedious at times. It is also sometimes challenging and fun, and LO it continued to pay for bacon and eggs and mortgages and holidays and so we did not beat out swords into plowshares.   You may or may not know but I am a middle manager in a technology company working in business development.  This is the bastard child born when Sales and Marketing drink too much Chardonay while listening to Lush Life and smoking up the mailroom guys weed.  Mine got incredibly busy and continues to be busy, but I am reaching the point where I am creating the new normal around that.

5.  Short Stories.  I have started a bundle of the suckers but they seem to be more writing exercise than actual story telling because once I have found I proved a point I wanted to make to myself about writing in a certain style I lose intest.  This is in general all together no good bad behavior.  No finished short stories means nothing to share with writer friends and nothing to submit.  Which brings me to the point of self flagellation about getting back on the damn band wagon with submitting.  Say it with me chill’uns, “TILL HEll WONT HAVE IT!”  We should just start a small press company called THWHI and be done with it I tell you.

Seamus you say, “This is some pretty pedestrian wanker shit, what IS shaking down at the  gin joint?”

Well I am glad you asked that, ecstatic really.  Here is what has me jazzed.

With the aid of a fellow Viable Paradise grad, Stephanie Leary,  We have announced a hybrid writing retreat and seminar we like to call Paradise Lost.

We have been thinking for some time that it would be awesome to support continued education for neo-pro level grads who are not over the line yet into the super sekret world of published writers with all their meetings, rites and handshakes and such.  Don’t bother asking Overlord Scalzitron, he won’t budge.

We were lucky enough that Jay Lake was feeling gracious and agreed to attend as our writer in residence, which is awesome.

We announced at the end of January and it promptly filled up with only a few spots left.  Color me surprised, I guess there was pent up demand for Texas events?  Either way I am really excited and looking forward to it.

What else is going on?  Aren’t you a struggling writer or some other overly emo, self imposed title?

Well I continue to pound on “Gears” like a tent stake in hard ground, though not nightly at this point.  I am also aware that of a very irreverent paranormal novella lurking under the baseboards of my psyche.  It is not in an outline yet, but it is getting damn close.  In the mean time I am going to start making hay with the stories I have unfinished and get a few done and out for submission.  I have promised myself I will not get to go to Reno this year if I don’t have SOMETHING sold.  I have also been told that my poetry does not stink and I should consider putting it out for submission.  If anyone has any thoughts on good venues who are looking for submissions for poetry I am ALL ears…

In the mean time, here is wishing you good luck out there,


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1 Response to It’s the hour of the wolf and I don’t want to die…

  1. Michelle says:

    I know the feeling, when it comes to editing a novel. Just take each little piece at a time. Try not to stress yourself out thinking of the whole. If you just concentrate on that chapter, or that scene, or that paragraph, or that word, soon you’ll find you’ve come a lot farther in the editing than you thought. And don’t stress if you need a break. I took several long breaks while editing. It’s a taxing process.

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