Book 3 and The Repeat of Everything I Thought I Already Mastered

I’ve completed 2 rough drafts of 2 novels and a couple revisions of the first one. Right now I’m trying to finish the 3rd rough draft so that I can make all the books work together nicely … and I’m stalling.

Stalling. Flaking. Procrastinating. Whatever you want to call it. All of my successes are irrelevant, and right now I’d like to do nothing more than get the f’k out of Paris.

The feel of book 3 is very different than book 1. Charlotte has undergone a lot of change, yet her primary problem remains the same. Book 3 is where she realizes this and has to confront it … or not because she has more options than ever. Book 3 is where she faces what it really means to be a monster even though she thought she had that down in book 1. Book 3 is where I take a bunch of loose threads and pull them all real nice tight on the back side of the story so its tits pop out real nice on the front side. Except … I’m not yet sure I have the tits for it. Or if I’m pulling the right stings. OR if I’m even working with a corset here … maybe I have some man’s stained tighty whities instead, and I’m showing junk most people don’t want to see. This has me kind of paralyzed despite knowing that this is exactly the kind thing (if not the same metaphor) I was dealing with toward the middle of books 1 and 2.

And then I have to remind myself … “Yeah OK, so what?”

Done is better than perfect because perfect is impossible.

I’ve wasted weeks of not writing because … I’m lazy. I’m blocked. I’m scared. I’m bored. I’m busy. I’m a liar to myself saying that I’ll do it tomorrow, yet every day is the same.

Still, people believe in me, or at least believe in my potential – which is just as good for me. And just as bad. But you know what? Fuck it. I’ve got work to do. So I’m going to do what I can to do and be happy to have it done.

You go do the same. Go create something new.

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Revision 1 Update

This is just a quick post (if that’s possible) to check in and let you know where I am.

Today is September 25, 2017. A little over a month ago, I pledged to myself that I would finish 65,000 words of revision (which I thought would be the entire novel) by the end of September. I recently topped 54,000 words and I’ve got six days left. *squee*

When I’m finished, I’m allowed to get a game I have on lay-a-way at a local comic/game store (only $6 left on the lay-a-way), and I get to compile my novel and send it out to some beta readers. *double squee*

The revision process has been easier than the rough draft process, mostly because I know where I’m going. I’ve been through the forest once, and this time I’m mostly following the original path that I’ve blazed. I have entire new chapters and some chapters that are pretty close to the original rough draft. Most chapters are a mix of old and new. It has been a really interesting process.

I’m additionally progressing in my writing habits. I’ve consistently written every week. Some weeks have been better than others. Every week has good days, but every week also has had at least one day with zero words. The worst weeks have had three days with no writing. I have had six days with two thousand or more words revised, and one day with over four thousand. The zero days out number the 2k or greater days 9 to 7. ūüôĀ I have six more opportunities to correct this grievous injustice … or something melodramatic like that. I plans to overcome my deficits.

So if you don’t mind, I’m going to rush along. I’m not really even going to read over this post more than once or twice. I have novel revising to do.

Thanks and go forth to create something new ūüôā

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Joe’s Writing Playlist

So yeah … I’m listening to music and writing. So what?

My Ego says, “Tell them what Joe listens to when you’re writing!” and since I’ve been drinking slightly, I think “YEAH.”

So here’ my “Faves” playlist. I warn you. This list contains a lot of 70’s and 80’s nostalgia, some slow jazz, and anime sound track favorites because Cowboy Bebop’s soundtracks were the best you motherfuckers.

Anyway, my Faves (all 186) by song title … as if you cared …

Song Name Artist
A  Long Way Baby Katlo
(Can’t Get My) Head Around You The Offspring
A  Long Way Baby Katlo
A Good Idea at the Time OK Go
A Hundred And Ten In The Shade John Fogerty
A Pirate Looks at Forty Jimmi Buffett
A Stranger A Perfect Circle
A Talk with George Jonathan Coulton
A Vampire’s Lament Ya Baby! String Quartet
Above Finger Eleven
Afrcia Toto
After All These Years Journey
After The Thrill Is Gone Eagles
All I Want The Offspring
All You Wanted michellebranch
American Money Yoko Kanno
American Pie Don McLean
Another One Bites the Dust Queen
Anthem Rush
Ask DNA Cowboy Bebop ST
Autumn in Ganymede Yoko Kanno
Ave Maria Jerzy Knetig
Bad Religion Godsmack
Besame Mucho Diana Krall
Black Coffee Seatbelts
Blue Gabriela Robin
Boat Drinks Jimmi Buffett
Brain Damage Pink Floyd
Bring on the Night The Police
By-Tor and the Snow Dog RUSH
Call Me Call Me Steve Conte
Can’t Fight This Feeling REO Speedwagon
Can’t Repeat The Offspring
Can’t Stand Losing You The Police
Cantaloop (Flip Fantasia) Us3
Cats on Mars Gabriela Robin
Change for the Better Journey
Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes Jimmi Buffett
Cheeseburger in Paradise Jimmi Buffett
Chicken Bone Yoko Kanno
Come Monday Jimmi Buffett
Come Out and Play (Keep ‘Em Seperated) The Offspring
Crazy Little Thing Called Love Queen
Crazy on You Yoko Kanno
Cry Me a River Diana Krall
Dancing in the Dark Diana Krall
Deacon Blues Steely Dan
Defy You The Offspring
Deliver Me Sarah Brightman
Don’t Know Why Norah Jones
Dragonheart Iron Fire
DU HAST (English Version) Rammstein
Every Breath You Take The Police
Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic The Police
Everywhere michellebranch
Farewell Blues Yoko Kanno
Fingers Yoko Kanno
Fins Jimmi Buffett
Flickr Jonathan Coulton
Fly by Night Rush
Flying Teapot Emily Bindiger
Forever Kamelot
Get Over It Eagles
Golden Years Yoko Kanno
Gone Away The Offspring
Gotta Get Away The Offspring
Grand Illusion Styx
Grapefruit Jimmi Buffett
Guitarras de Amor P.O.D.
H.M.J. Dream Evil
Hallelujah Rufus Wainwright
He Went to Paris Jimmi Buffett
Heartache Tonight Eagles
Here It Goes Again OK Go
Hit That The Offspring
I Can’t Tell You Why Eagles
I Get Along Without You Very Well Diana Krall
I Only Have Eyes for You Jamie Cullum
I Remember You Diana Krall
I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For U2
I Want to Break Free Queen
I Want to Take You Higher Yoko Kanno
I Was Brought to My Senses Sting
I’ll Be Alright Without You Journey
I’m Glad There Is You Jamie Cullum
In The City Eagles
Ireland Flim and the BBs
Just the Same Way Journey
Killer Queen Queen
Lights [Re-Recorded Version] Journey
Like Taproot
Like a Sunshower Journey
Love Will Keep Us Alive Eagles
Mandelbrot Set Jonathan Coulton
Mardi Gras ONOFFON
Margaritaville Jimmi Buffett
Maybe Someday Black Stone Cherry
Maybe You’ll Be There Diana Krall
Movin’ On Bad Company
Musawe Yoko Kanno
Mushroom Hunting Yoko Kanno
My Little Flower Yoko Kanno
My Name Is Jonas Weezer
Never There Cake
New Kid In Town Eagles
No Money Yoko Kanno
No Reply Yoko Kanno
Nothing I Do Jamie Cullum
O Come All Ye Funkful Midnight Affair
Original Prankster The Offspring
Our Day Will Come Jamie Cullum
Paradiso Yoko Kanno
Pencil Thin Mustache Jimmi Buffett
Pharaoh Flim and the BBs
Photograph Jamie Cullum
Piano Bar I Seatbelts
Please Come Home For Christmas Eagles
Precious Declaration Collective Soul
Pretty Fly (For a White Guy) The Offspring
Princes of the Universe Queen
PS Project 86
Quicksand Finger Eleven
Rain Mai Yamane
Raining in Hattiesburg Kasey Anderson
Resting Here With Me Dido
Return To Innocence Enigma
Revillusion Tantric
Ridin’ the Storm Out REO Speedwagon
Right Now SR71
Rivendell Rush
Rollin’ On Black Stone Cherry
Rush Seatbelts
San Sebastian (Revisited) Sonata Arctica
Sara Starship
See You Space Cowboy Mai Yamane
Self Esteem The Offspring
September Earth, Wind & Fire
Seven Bridges Road (Live Version) Eagles
She Will Be Loved Maroon 5
Solve et Coagula Mudvayne
Somebody to Love Queen
Sone of a Son of a Sailor Jimmi Buffett
Space Lion Seatbelts
Spirit Never Die Masterplan
Stray Yoko Kanno
S’Wonderful Diana Krall
Synchronicity I The Police
Synchronicity II The Police
Tank! Seatbelts
The Best Of My Love Eagles
The Best of Times Styx
The Boys Are Back in Town Yoko Kanno
The Kids Aren’t Alright The Offspring
The Last Resort Eagles
The Long Run Eagles
The Look of Love Diana Krall
The Night We Called it a Day Diana Krall
The Real Folk Blues Mai Yamane
The Real Man Yoko Kanno
The Sad Cafe Eagles
The Sun Maroon 5
This Love Maroon 5
Those Shoes Eagles
Time to Know Yoko Kanno
Too Late for Sorrow Dragonland
Torn Creed
Victim Of Love Eagles
Volcano Jimmi Buffett
Waltz for Zizi Seatbelts
Want it all back Yoko Kanno
Want You Bad The Offspring
Wasted Time Eagles
We Are the Champions Queen
We Will Rock You Queen
What a wonderful world Lil Darling
What I Needed Journey
When Taproot
When You Go Jonathan Coulton
Where Did I Lose Your Love Journey
Why Don’t We Get Drunk Jimmi Buffett
Why Don’t You Get a Job? The Offspring
With or Without You U2
Wo Qui Non Coin Yoko Kanno
Words That We Couldn’t Say Steve Conte
Words To Me Sugar Ray
You Lied To Me. twomarlowe
You’re My Best Friend Queen
You’re So Damn Hot OK Go

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Back to Alpine

... to earn it
The goal

Recently I remembered what it was that I wanted to do with this site, and I need to get back to it.

When I was trying to figure out what my “author platform” would be, I wanted to stay away from things like politics or religion or basically anything that told people how to act or what to think. I don’t want to be the kind of guy that tells you that this group of people or that group of people are bad, because when it comes down to it, those groups are usually incredibly large and contain vast numbers of good people. Just because you and I don’t agree about some political point that one or both of us are passionate about doesn’t mean that we disagree about everything. Hell maybe we agree about everything else. When people belittle and deride others for having the audacity to have a different viewpoint on the world, I get sick to my stomach. Even if they aren’t talking about me, they might be talking about someone I love or someone I know to be a good person. And writers, writers who are supposed to be good at looking through the eyes of others, often seem to be the worst of those belittling others. I don’t want to be that person, so I’m not going to. Instead I’m going to teach.

It’s kind of laughable that I might teach anyone about anything related to writing, and I agree. BUT the one thing that I haven’t seen from any of the authors that I follow, is how much they screwed up along the way. How much worry and how many mistakes did they make on their journey to becoming published? Many write about much of what they have gone through after the fact, but I couldn’t find anyone who documented their struggle as it happened. That’s what I’m trying to do. That is why you’ll see me post stories about not writing. I struggle with not writing. I’m constantly trying to figure out how to just sit down and do the work. A dozen authors can tell you “sit your ass down and just do it,” but how many have shown you how badly they have done? Wouldn’t it be inspiring to see that some schlep posted story after story about how he couldn’t sit down and write? OK. Maybe not inspiring until he finally made it.

If you are with me along the path, some of you, nay many of you, who do end up writing your own novels, will likely finish before me. Some will not ever finish. I’m going to. I have so many stories in me that I haven’t even discovered yet, and I know that getting that first one down and finished will start the process of the dam breaking. If you’re there with me when that happens I hope I inspire you to do it too. If you come after the fact and I’ve written several books, how inspiring would it be to find my previous multi-years worth of posts lamenting how I simply can’t write?

That is what I want to do, to inspire others. I want to do this because I know the pain of the story trapped within. I know the pressure building that has no vent, no release. It is far better to release that pressure in a controlled, useful manner than it is to let it build until there’s an explosion. After the explosion, you’re wasted inside. The pressure will no longer build, and so without that pressure, you have no useful energy to focus on doing something good. How horrible is that fate?

So, mentally I now go back to Alpine where I attended the Writer’s Conference of Texas Writer’s Retreat in 2015 (a little more than a year ago as of this writing).

The impact I experienced¬†at that retreat was huge when I was there and shortly after. Over time I started to feel like I shouldn’t have gone at all. That was the Impostor Syndrome talking, but I realize now that I probably should not have gone so early in my journey. I wasn’t prepared. I still don’t think I am, and I’m much more qualified now than I was then. But at what point in your journey¬†is a good time to go do something like that? Check me. I intend to return to that question.

Some of the things I really wanted when I went to the retreat included finding a writing group, finding others who write the kind of things I write, and finding some reassurance on¬†general idea that I wasn’t crazy. Of those I found who were interested in the writing group, no one really seemed to want to keep the pace required. Everyone is busy and doing their own things, plus we were trying to do this over the Internet so it wasn’t as personal as it could have been. Finally, I just don’t think my style of critique and writing really meshed well with the other writers. I don’t think any of the others were¬†interested in being a genre writer. In my estimation, they all hold the capacity to be literary writers, and there I was wanting to write paperbacks and short stories. I also started realizing I have no idea what I’m doing. I do think I realized that I wasn’t crazy. I mean, whenever I read for the group, people were intrigued by my story. I even had opportunities to shine a little, which for me is a big deal too. (Not because I’m all ego – which I am¬†regardless – but because I like to think I can create something that brings¬†joy to others. What is better than that?) So yeah. The experience was a mixed bag, and the longer I dwelt on the negatives, the more I started to think the whole experience was a waste.

What a fucking idiot I am sometimes. (No you can’t quote me, Chuck.)

Now however, I think back to that experience and the few I had since. I haven’t progressed on my path as I would have liked, but I have progressed. I’ve done more writing in the past two¬†years than I have in the prior twenty five. If only I had been writing all that time. Actually I had been writing, just not in the novel form. Since I was eight or ten years old, I’ve played role playing games, you know Dungeons and Dragons and the like. I love the things. They are interactive storytelling experiences. With dice. And math. ALL THE THINGS I LOVE. Every once and a while I’ll find a couple sheets of paper tucked away in some forgotten notebook that details the life and times of random people. I was writing.

I can’t help but write, but my problem is that for so long I’ve been concerned with building likable characters that I haven’t really focused on building plots. Well that isn’t exactly true. I’ve tried to develop large complicated adventures before, but somehow the story always faded. Often I lost interest. That’s a significant flaw of mine. Often the players would want to do things that I as a game master didn’t want them to do. I once had a whole story written about some mutated sentient spiders. They were expanding outward from their caves and intruding on the lands of mankind because their king and queen were at war with each other. ¬†Man. I was waiting to see the faces of my players as they descended into the crags and caves that the spiders lived. I envisioned the players descending into the caves. In the distance, beyond their torch light, they would see tiny motes of light sparkling at them. Deeper and deeper they would descend until the sparkling was all around them. Then a voice would ring out as one small cluster of sparkling light descended in front of them from far above. The voice would call out again, light would appear around the sparkling motes, and the source would reveal itself as a spider, eyes twinkling the group’s own light back at them. The reveal would have made months of adventuring so very worth the investment.

But after taking care of the small group of spiders attacking the random village my players were traveling through, they¬†said “hey lets go to <place>!” <Place> being a thousand miles away … in the other direction.

Ah. The joys of being a game master.

So there I was¬†a decade plus later and I realized¬†I was¬†done telling my stories through adventures that will never pan out the way I plan. Instead I’ll write a book or thirty, because things go the way we plan when we have all the control right? HA! I’m such an idiot. (See previous statement on quoting, Chuck).

So here I am, a year post Alpine, and I am thinking “did I do the right thing going to that retreat when I did?” The answer is yes. I may not have been ready for the lessons then as well I would be now, but I wouldn’t have made it to now had I not gone then.

If you think something will help you become a better writer, I say try it out. Just remember to take stock of your situation, and keep re-examining things at different times so you can get a better appreciation for what you did, how you did it, and what you can take from it. The journey isn’t about how well you did, if the timing was right, or when you do it. The journey is about the journey.

Keep writing.

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Recently I wrote a short story that ended up being just over two thousand words. I wrote the story as a potential post for my site thinking that I should post more content here. I mean obviously I need more content if I ever want to attract people, but I struggle with what kind of content to post. I don’t do politics or religion because you people don’t need to know any of that about me. If you want to know, I’ll tell you in person so I can punch you when you start to correct me. I’d really want this site to be about my progress from dreamer to not-quite-a-dreamer to writer, but I have to write more to do that. Maybe I should post about having no discipline. I’m an expert on that.

The next day I edited the story down to just under 1500 words which seems to be the magic number for contest submissions. I was thinking I might enter the story in the most recent Writer’s Digest short story competition, but I didn’t. Part of me says that I don’t want to be the kind of writer that just writes stuff for competitions, but another part of me asks why not? Mostly I think I’m scared and unsure of myself. I’m unsure of what I want to do and where I want to go. What do I want to do with this craft? Really?

I’m not scared of rejection so much as I’m scared I’ll make the wrong choice and screw up the rest of my journey because I took the low road instead of the high road. Or Hell, what if I think I’m taking one of those roads, but in reality I’m taking the other? To say it frustrates and tires me to run in these circles is an understatement.

Ok so it’s has been a few days since I started this post, AND I have to say I’m slightly tipsy again, almost drunk. It might be that I like bourbon, and it might be that I like being tipsy. Regardless, I feel like, “You know what? F’k how things are usually done. I’m going to do things MY way. And that means giving away some cool stuff for a while at least. So what if I lose out on first publication rights to some of my stuff? I’m a new writer with some (I think) interesting stories. So if people find them for free on my website verses some contest I (probably didn’t) won, then so be it. Screw you Dave Farland! I’m doing my own thing!” (Not really Dave. I love you. I really enjoyed the class I’ve taken from you and I hope to do it again. But in reality. I have NO confidence in myself. So I’m going to build a readership for free first. Then maybe I’ll do a collection of short stories … maybe in a Kickstarter … maybe as a vanity thing, who knows?!)

So anyway, there I am. I make the BEST decisions while tipsy or drunk. OK, that’s not necessarily true, but I do¬†make¬†decisions, which is something I do NOT do sober. So almost immediately following this post, I’ll schedule for release on Saturday a post about my half ogre monk, Draug. He has trouble counting. It’s a fun fantasy story told from the point of view of someone with a slightly less than average IQ. Then later, I’m going to post a story about Tenten, a Lizardman monk (I like monks) in a different fantasy world, who helps a peck (halfling – kinder – hobbit) find her baby. “River gods stole my baby!”

Hahahaha. As indicated, that made me laugh. I crack me up, luckily I’m not made of ceramic.

I REALLY have to stop drinking and do something else.

Thanks folks, this has been fun.


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NaNoWriMo and Booze (or How I Write When Buzzed)

NOTE/EDIT: I’m posting this a month after I wrote it because I like the post and I’m not very good at following through with things. So shame on me.

I haven’t posted since my dismay at the Hugos. Let me say, if it was unclear, that I’m not disappointed that the Hugos did or did not allow the Sad Puppies and other ne’er-do-wells to have their day, rather I’m disappointed that these people would act so childishly concerning the entire situation. In my opinion they should have done one of two things: 1) openly acknowledge what happened this past year and what it entailed, how the voting turned out, and why the organization did or did not think this was a good idea or 2) simply performed the ceremony as it was without the inside jokes, without the snide digs, and without the exuberant glorification at shutting down those that think differently than they. Basically I expected that regardless the outcome of the night, they would have acted like adults. I was disappointed at the results.

I do admit that I am more “Sad Puppie” aligned than not, but I’m trying to remain neutral as I only recently started to become familiar with the publishing world and the movers and shakers within. I say that so that you might know me more fully for who I am. I hope that you will accept me for who I am rather for¬†what you think I would be considering what I have admitted, because I can guaran-damn-tee you that I am NOT what you think I am. I refuse to allow anyone to put me into a single categorization other than “Joe” – assuming the Joe you are categorizing me with is me.

With that out of the way I have to announce that IT’S NANOWRIMO TIME YA’LL!

That means that for thousands of people across the country in all age categories will be attempting to write a novel in the month of November. How anyone can do this while also juggling their everyday lives is beyond me. There are even some that are attempting to grow a fabulous mustache this month as well in the attempt to bring some awareness of prostate cancer and funding to research a cure for such because unless you are the most die hard lesbian, we can all appreciate a nice solid erection.

Oh. Sorry. I have to note that I’m slightly drunk while posting this. I’ll tag that or something. But I’m likely to say things I wouldn’t normally say. Like ‘erections’.

I tried the whole Movember thing once and determined that only a couple of my friends were concerned with prostate health, and I look ridiculous with a mustache only. I mean look at that link of me. I look like someone I wouldn’t trust around my kids.

So here I am stuck at the beginning of NaNoWriMo and I have written maybe 400 words in 3 days. <sarcasm>What an excellent turn out!</sarcasm> Yeah. I have to admit that I’m in the middle of my story, and I want to be done with it. I’m not really the “see the long project through to the end” kind of guy, and that’s got to change. It has to change for my writing life, and it has to change for my professional life. I want to excel at each and frankly that means focus and determination, what some might call “hard work”. ¬†I haven’t always been the best at working hard, sometimes but not always. In fact my pattern growing up was to be very lazy. I’m simply bored by anything too familiar. I’d really like to overcome that pattern, but it is really hard. I want to say that I simply have to forgive myself when I’m not following through as I expect, but at the same time I have to exercise a level of discipline that I don’t normally hold for very long.

NaNoWriMo is exactly what many people need to help them get through the kind of problems that I have with discipline. My wife won NaNo last year, and I couldn’t be prouder of her. She wrote almost 15,000 words in a week to catch up and win. Way to f’king go! Me? I get 2000 words behind and I’m all, “meh, there’s always next year.” The reality of the situation should rather be “2000 words? I can shit that for breakfast and come home for dinner and do another 2000.” I know I can do it, but something is always holding me back, pulling me down.

One day I’m going to haul up this anchor that holds me down, cut the line, and throw it over the side of the ship of destiny. Then you mother f’kers better watch out because I’m going to be coming for your position on the best sellers lists.

You have been warned.



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2015 Hugo Awards

The 2015 Hugo Awards have just completed, and I have to say I am a bit dismayed. As a novice writer who hopes to one day be published, I’d really like to think that my work would be given a shot at consideration by people in the publishing world not because of who I am, where I’m from, or what boxes I check on a census form. Rather I’d really like to think that my work would be judged upon its content.

But that’s not what the 2015 Hugo Awards have told me.

The 2015 Hugo Awards have told me that if my work happens to catch the attention of someone that disagrees with or is disagreeable to certain people the content of my work will not be judged by any other merit and will summarily be excluded for consideration.

I am disappointed. I thought I was angry, but I’m not.

The people who voted No Award for entire categories because they didn’t like who suggested the nominees (despite the fact that doing so isn’t against their current rules) basically told those people nominated that their work had less merit than sending a message to basically three guys that pissed them off.

Sorry if you disagree, but I find that classless and juvenile.

I was eager to attend my first WorldCon next year until now. Now I’m not sure I want to breathe the same air as these people.¬†If ¬†the idea to be inclusive means shutting out people like me, congratulations on a job well done.

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