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I am such a lazy writer that I couldn’t figure out how to start this goddamn post.

To be fair, I recently started school again. I’ve been buried under homework, personal stress, and general life bullshit. But, at last, I’m crawling out from my Batcave* and hissing at the daylight to blog about writing once more.

It’s not like I haven’t been writing lately, it’s just…
It’s just that…
I guess…
Okay, I haven’t been writing much. I’m back in Creative Writing class (the class for which I wrote “Forged in Fire,” “Pretty Miss Douglass,” and “Forward Motion” last year) and so I’m writing. Nothing of substance, not yet, but writing is good, even if it’s shit. It’s better to write shit than nothing at all, right?

I’ve quote-unquote started writing two short stories, titled “Bring Me a Dream” and “Scary Monsters,” but I haven’t written enough of either to say if they’re ever going to come to fruition or not. I mean, I haven’t touched that “She Who Fights Monsters” one in months and I still kind of want to. Anyway, I’ve been focused on this novel idea that I had in March. I’m officially 2000-some words into it, so I can tell you that it’s a supernatural spy thriller entitled Human Again. But that’s all. Seriously.

I’m still–slowly, very slowly–working on Figment Wilson. I’m two chapters into the revision and… ouch. Clumsy, clumsy writing. One of my favorite people, Evvy of Fuck Yeah Character Development, made an incredible post about good vs. bad writing and summed it up like this: “…I judge everything in the arts world as ‘good’ or ‘bad’ based on whether or not it does its job, and whether or not it does its job elegantly.” Most of Figment Wilson is at a place where the writing does its job, but in the most convoluted, difficult, overall least elegant way possible. Some of it doesn’t even do its job, which is even more painful to fix.

But, hey, at least I’m getting there.

Runs In The Family is on hold for the time being. I’m probably going to start it for real in November, for National Novel Writing Month. It’s my favorite month. So many novels!

Just recently, I finished a novelette (it’s about 9400 words long) entitled “Who Killed Amanda Palmer?” It’s based on the amazing Amanda Palmer’s debut solo album of the same name, with each mini-chapter corresponding to a song. I’m seeing Amanda live for the first time this Saturday! I have a copy of the book (ordered from Lulu, who I’ve found I like better than CreateSpace) that I plan on giving her. Keep your fingers crossed!
The novelette was written for WriteWorld’s Album Challenge, and will eventually be posted on their site for reading.

Additionally, I’ve been doing some edits of my short story/poetry collection, We Are All Lonely. This is super exciting, guys. I’m hoping to have it all revised and ready by mid-November so I can sell copies at my hypothetical Tucson ComiCon table. When it’s good to go, I’ll have them up for sale so you people can buy the book (and e-book, maybe?) and give me money.
The current We Are All Lonely line-up is…
“Poem of Twos”
“The Dormitories of Miskatonic University”
“Here’s To You, Mr. Robinson”
“A Voluntary Drowning”
“Four”
“Forward Motion”
“Some Nights”
“Pretty Miss Douglass”
“The Lay of Thrym” (a take on Norse mythology, originally part of The World According To Loki)
“Forged in Fire”
“The Good Feast Is On Tonight”

And that, my friends, is super duper exciting. I can’t wait until people can actually read a couple of works in here that haven’t been published before! I’m about to order a draft copy of the book so I can continue editing the stories and making them pitch-perfect.

And that’s how my writing life has been lately. Busy and yet empty at the same time.

-Jimmy

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Okay, so A MILLION OR SO YEARS AGO (aka this time, 8th grade) I started writing a short story based on this dream I had. Back then, it was called “Anti.” If you don’t remember it (you probably don’t), it was about this monster-hunter girl who pisses a monster off with her pride and becomes the monster. How original. It was also poorly-written, as was everything I wrote in 8th grade.

So I started re-writing it. I wrote the first 1200 or so words last night (for my “750” words. I go on to 750words.com and write over 900 words) and I’m probably going to finish it this weekend. Now it’s titled “She Who Fights Monsters” after the well-known Nietzsche quote (“He who fights monsters should see to it that he himself does not become a monster”). It’s probably going to be very long. Maybe shorter than “Pretty Miss Douglass,” but perhaps longer. I’d ballpark it (from what I have written) at 2500-3500 words long.

At the same time, I’m about to log on to 750words.com to tap out a chapter for Bad Moon Rising. I’m not sure if I’m going to end up writing the first chapter or a later chapter (which I have had planned for a while), but neither would be about the Violet and Oliver from “Le Conflit” and “Nous Devons Voyager.” Actually, these chapters would be about the main characters of the novel– modern day Violet and Oliver, who are probably somehow related to Victorian-era Violet and Oliver. They’re all werewolves, anyway. This is one heck of a novel to be writing, that’s for sure.

I’m just writing a lot lately, actually. Novels, short stories, blog posts…

-Jimmy

So, this week has been fairly busy.

I hit my two month “anniversary” for writing on this blog (April 18th) and forgot to post about it. I got loads of cheap CDs from the library. I wrote a short story about the end of the world. I began writing scraps of my novel Bad Moon Rising. Today was the Day of Silence, so I refrained from speaking all day to commemorate queer youth who cannot speak.

Yep. I forgot to blog about my anniversary and it sucked. Also, I’m going for the pen review really soon, I think. Once I get around to it. You know.

Hey, at least I wrote a short story and posted it on here! I didn’t ever post “Le Conflit” or “Nous Devons Voyager” on here because they’re chapters to Bad Moon Rising, which is basically my huge dorky werewolf book about some kids named Violet and Oliver. The two stories on my Figment are part of the secondary plot, concerning two different kids in the Victorian era called Violet and Oliver. Yep. That’s the point.

Today, I randomly got inspired and wrote “Four.” It’s about the Four Horsemen bringing the Apocalypse. I specifically meant for the Horsemen to be a certain group of four men. The first person to guess who I’m talking about gets… something. A flash fiction or a hug or something. Nothing material, though. And Maui is automatically disqualified.

Screnzy is going slowly. I’m at 40 pages or something. This is the best I’ve ever done in all the years I’ve done Screnzy, which says a lot about how I’ve done in other years. I just started Chapter Three, though, which is really cool.

So that is how my life has been.

-Jimmy

I just wrote a new short story. It’s entitled “Bad Moon Rising” and it’s about werewolves during the Victorian Era. Sort of. I haven’t posted it on here yet, but you can all read it on my Figment. It’s for a contest on there, but it’s also an experiment for me and a novel I want to write. Go read it, heart it, do whatever. I’ll post it here once the contest is over, on the 23rd.

Eventually, I’m going to do a pen review. I just bought some Pilot Precise v7s (.5mm) and I have found that they are the best pens I’ve ever used. Even better than the Uniballs and Bics I’ve tried before. Seriously. I will go in-depth later, but this is just the basic idea of it.

I’m very tired and not so well. I’ve been gaming a lot due to my depression– escapism. Four Eyes, however, is back on track and moving fairly well. Thankfully, my laptop battery is working and charging again, which is pretty damn amazing. The Transmagical script isn’t doing as well, but I still have time to work on that. I’ve hooked one of the artists on Puella Magi Madoka Magica, which is the anime I watch to get inspired for Transmagical. 

Bleh. I basically just wanted to post about “Bad Moon Rising.”

How’s life been treating you guys?

-Jimmy

P.S. Sorry this post is written horribly.

I’m writing a short story right now.

That’s it. I’ve decided, for the time being, fuck my novel and fuck Transmagical (jokingly renamed Puer Magi Jared Magicus), I’m writing a short story. I’m returning to a world about which I’ve written before, and about a character who was pretty important, but now it’s a focus on eir. Remember, I don’t have any original characters who use ey/em/eir pronouns. I’m being ambiguous.

I think almost every writer hits a point in every novel they write where their characters feel trite and unlikable. Where their narration grows stale and stupid, the plot falls flat, and the description of their mother’s dying plant on the windowsill (bonus points for the reference) is more interesting than the protagonist’s struggle. And then the antagonist turns into Jim Moriarty à la BBC’s Sherlock but with River Song hair and the whole thing becomes a musical. At this point, the writer in question finds that the best option is to scrap the whole damn thing, even if it meant the waste of a perfectly good red Moleskine. Don’t worry. That part is totally normal.

I’ve been (re)reading a lot of Neil Gaiman’s writing lately. He is my favorite author of all time. His novel American Gods is one of my two favorite books of all time (the other is Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World). Out of all of the many novels and authors I have read in my short 15 and a half years of existence (including Edgar Allen Poe, Cory Doctorow, H.P. Lovecraft, George Orwell, and J.K. Rowling), Gaiman has most influenced my writing. Since my Kindle (lovely, first generation Kindle) recently experienced some trauma that lead to its screen being a mass of e-ink nothingness, I grabbed Fragile Things from the library and spent an afternoon reading some short stories. Thus, I was inspired to write some short stories. Though Gaiman wrote, “Normally I write short stories because someone has asked me to write a short story…” (Gaiman xvii), I almost always write short stories because I find them pleasing to write (the citation, by the way, is due to the research paper I recently wrote for English class, wherein I meticulously used MLA formatting). Short stories are the one night stands to a novel’s committed relationship: no strings attached, no arguments, and if they have a child then it isn’t your problem. To avoid the part where that analogy was probably taken from somebody much smarter than me, it’s true and untrue in equal parts.
Mainly because, for me, short stories tend to be homewreckers. They also tend to be strangely serial; especially this one, which is a direct prequel to another short story I wrote once.

Do you remember what I said a few paragraphs ago? About writers and novels? That was completely bullshitted because that is exactly how I feel at the moment. I haven’t blogged in something like eleven days because I am fairly ill at the moment. The cold that has been going around, which I happened to catch, is fairly nasty. I’m also stuck in a bout of depression that won’t let up.

So I’m writing a short story, watching anime, and playing World of Warcraft. Three good distractions.

-Jimmy