Ho-lee shit, it’s been nearly two months since I last posted on here. I was planning on June being an UPDATE THE BLOG EVERYDAY month, but that never happened. Hell, I never even wrote a Phoenix ComiCon recap.
So, I will get you up to speed:
– Transmagical and Ghost Runners are updating. I sold a few of the TM prints at PCC.
– PhoCo went by faster than it ever has. The two-day-long Tucson ComiCon felt longer. It was brilliant, though, despite sleeping on the floor and having nasty headaches.
– In June, I wrote a 61000-word novel for this thing called Camp NaNoWriMo. It’s like NaNoWriMo, but in June. I finished with a total of 87k, the remaining 26k coming from two kind of shitty unfinished novels.
– That novel I finished last month was called Figment Wilson and the Door to Oblivion. Unlike most of my novels(‘ ideas, since this is my first complete novel), it’s not getting scrapped! I’m giving copies to friends and family to edit. I plan to enter it into the 2013 Amazon Breakthrough Novel Awards as YA. If I lose, then I’m getting an agent and pitching the shit out of this. (My wonderful 7th grade English teacher– who once told me that I was one of two students from whom he wanted a 10pg story– told me that I wouldn’t get published until 18. I will rub this book in his face when it’s published.)
– That 245pg book is about a kid, Figment Wilson, who thinks he’s perfectly normal until aliens crash into his school and he’s told that he’s an alien. It’s fucking awesome, fairly well-developed, and pretty coherent for a first draft written during a WriMo.
– And this month, I’m doing that crazy JulNoWriMo thing. I’m writing some more weird YA, this time in the form of a novel entitled Last Train to Summerville. It’s about Callahan Teague reuniting with an old friend and getting sucked into an alternate dimension ruled by carnivorous (and very hungry) faeries.
– I’ve discovered the magic of this thing called Scrivener. It’s basically WRITING YOUR SHIT: THERE’S AN APP FOR THAT. Seriously. Try the free trial. It’s the coolest thing ever and so totally worth $40 (or $20, if you’ve won NaNoWriMo).
– I’m also going to San Francisco for a couple weeks.
Writing novels is a tireless job. It’s sort of like a death match: either you’re going to write this novel, or it will guilt you for the rest of your life with how unfinished it is. You also tend to become the novel. You can be talking about the benefits of styrofoam food (like Cheetos Puffs) when you suddenly blurt out a fact about your invented species’ reproductive methods. “Oh, yeah, I love the way they melt– holy shit, did you know that faeries typically reproduce in threesomes but can reproduce with anywhere from two to infinity participants?” The worst part is when you’re in the middle of a public space (like the Dollar Tree) and that just pops out. Congrats, writer. You are now known by the Dollar Tree staff as “that freak who talks about faerie orgies.”
Interestingly enough, despite my depression, I’m able to write. It’s all I’ve been able to do since I’ve been depressed. The only thing for which I have motivation is sitting in my room, writing. Play one of my instruments? Too much effort. Practice karate? Do I look like I have the spoons for that? Shower? Why bother? Hang out with my girlfriend? Can’t we just hang out some other time? But when it comes to writing, I can sit down and motor out fifty thousand words in twelve days. I can write the rough draft of my novel in exactly two weeks.
How have you guys been lately?
P.S. I totally just wrote 642 words of a blog post instead of my novel.