I’m trying to get back into the swing of things. I gave the blog a new header image and updated my About page which gave me a satisfied feeling. Getting involved again feels like taking a deep breath after coughing too hard. I need this air in my lungs. This air right here. Yup, that’s much better.
Smashing Pumpkins has progressed tremendously in the past couple months. I have been forced to face the full size of this work (70k and climbing) and finally accepted the fact that I can’t pants it anymore. Getting everything into working order now is going to take some seriously focused effort since I’ve got characters running all over the place right now. To that end I have Googled how to organize my material with Scrivener in a way that I can work with and found some good ideas. When I bought the software I was aware of the learning curve and thought I’d just take it slow. As it turned out, I’m not that patient. I tore through the information provided and touched everything. That doesn’t mean that I remember everything I learned, it just means that I got super excited and looked at it all.
Today’s business is really just going to be business. I need to get out and work so I’m going to set my pen down (I still use one) and download a couple episodes of Star Trek DSN to my tablet and head out into the world to make some money. What does DSN have to do with anything? I spend a lot of time waiting, that’s what.
In the meantime please checkout the latest short work, Between The Pews. As always, I wish you all inspiration and personal satisfaction in your endeavors. Here’s to a productive year! Cheers!
It’s funny how the one thing you thought was going to change your daily life for the better can manifest in the completely opposite manner. Four months ago I was looking at a shift change and was preparing to move myself more into daylight hours. Working third shift was good but working NOT third shift is better. I’m a swing shift kinda guy and have my best hours right, smack in the middle of our twenty-four hour cycle. I was excited and looking forward to this change. I had high hopes of getting back to something more comfortable. Well, that didn’t happen the way I thought it would. The new shift was awful; management turned into demons, and my nerves shattered, making me combative and argumentative. Four months later I have a different job, a different apartment and a different life altogether! WTF!
Don’t get me wrong, here. I’m not usually hard to work with. My day job was my bread and butter; my entire life up until then. I have ridden out hard times in the past by simply looking past it and seeing that things would get better eventually. I put twenty-three years into that job and made a career out of it when I had no other career options; mostly because I hadn’t thought of any. I had been a goalless twenty-something when I went into that industry. In my mind it was just another stop on my non-existent travel plan through life, kinda like working at the local chicken-by-the-bucket place had been. It was something to do that made me better money than slinging greasy food at people and going home smelling like fried everything. I had no idea that I was going to fit so well into the new job and that it was going to become my employment Mecca for the bulk of my adult life.
I guess I’m actually writing an obituary here for my lost youth. The past few months have left me bitter and feeling more my actual age than I ever have before. My birthday was a few weeks ago and added a one to my half century of life. With all those years behind me, putting up with so much crap from a job that once gave me a lot of happiness just became something I wasn’t willing to do anymore. Putting up with garbage as you grow is a part of life. Those shovelfuls of shit that get dumped on you are things you learn to deal with and avoid. Everyone has to learn those things. I wasn’t born into a family that was bursting at the seams with money and influence so I had to pick my way along like the rest of the poor and middle class. Finding a job that was a good fit for me was really a surprise, and in many ways, a gift. I know in my heart that a lot of folks don’t get to spend their lives working at something they actually like. For me to find that job before I turned thirty was blessing that I can’t overlook. To have those shovels turn into dump trucks was not.
Now I’m drifting along on the tracks of self-employment. My car is my business. Sadly, a lot of other people have chosen the same path as me and the work is a little scarce right now. I believe business will pick up soon though. Once the holidays are over all the part-timers will fade back out and I’ll be able to get back to the business of making money. In the meantime I have resumed work on my novel and started blowing away the dust from my blog. I never meant to leave it, especially for so long, but the stress of these past few months was more than my writing could hold. Something had to fall by the wayside. It hurts to know that my deepest love is the first thing to get left behind when times get tough, but I understand. Survival first. Creativity comes later.
Stay sane during this most obnoxious of holidays and don’t forget to tip your Uber/Lyft driver. They gotta eat too. 🙂
Another late post. I’m struggling to get things done for myself right now. By this time next week my schedule will be different and I will be learning to function in a different time slot. I’m looking forward to this a lot. After being on third shift for five years, the idea of being able to sleep at night rather than during the day is like a rainbow spreading over my spirit. Knowing that I’m in the last days of perpetual daylight seems to be causing extreme tiredness though. It’s like my body knows that real sleep is coming and is already trying to get to it.
Before I go, here’s a quick work-related story.
I was talking with a coworker about Lemon Wedges, which is my nickname for a certain customer who comes in pretty much every night. The name came from her particular habit of eating lemon wedges in their entirety. Pulp, seeds, rind, all of it. The whole wedge goes in her mouth and nothing comes back out. After relating this curious fact to my coworker, he stared at her for a few seconds, shrugged and said, “She always reminds me of Misery. You know, that book by Stephen King?” I promptly leaped aboard the Fiction Train and let it carry me off for the rest of the night. Finding the Wand Maker from Harry Potter was the pinnacle of my work day!
How do you maintain forward motion when life is dragging you down?
I’m not sure how to answer this. My life has taken a few turns these past few weeks but nothing has changed. Same job, same first novel. I’m tired though.
I keep staring at my files and poking at the words, changing sentences and editing spelling and punctuation. I’m afraid if I don’t at least look at it, I will forget about it. I’m doing what I have to in order to keep my dream in motion. This tiredness will pass eventually and I will be off and running again. Until then, I’ll continue looking at it, reminding myself of what I’m working for.
Before I go, I want to give a joyful thumbs up to all the Camp NaNoWriMo participants. I’m sure you are all waking up everyday super excited to get your fingers on your keyboards. Keep going. The feeling you will have when you reach your goal is worth all the work. You guys are awesome!
I wrote this piece while I was at work last night. Evidently my sleep deprived brain thought that was close enough. When I got home, I ate, watched an episode of Criminal Minds and went to sleep without scheduling the post.
My goal of getting my chapters in order by the end of June did not get met. From the look of things, I may not be finished until the end of July, maybe the middle of August. I’m not real torn up about it. I’ve made huge progress and learned a lot about how to do this. My largest lesson has been about organization.
When I started this last November during NaNoWriMo I was really in the dark about how to go about things. I had index cards scattered across my coffee table and multiple files on my computer about all my characters. My brain refused to cooperate with the idea of structure so I was just typing out every possible scene for each character as fast as I could. Now that I’m about halfway through piecing my chapters together in a form that makes sense, I can see that I needed to structure myself a lot sooner.
Last week I bought a little program called NewNovelist that cost me about $30. I was eyeing Scrivener too, which was only $10 more and seems to be the favorite of authors everywhere. This late in the game I was really interested in getting myself more organized than giving myself a learning headache, so I went with NewNovelist. It’s not perfect, but I’m happy with it. Once I got my notes, characters, places and chapters ported over from Google Docs, I was pretty pleased with myself. Everything is now right at my fingertips. Some of the information the program gives me is nothing but gibberish to my eyes but the ability to have all my resources just a mouse click away without having to open multiple browser windows is really nice. I may have another look at Scrivener for the next book though. It offers some customization that I currently don’t have.
The other big lesson I learned this month is about timelines. Flying by the seat of my pants with that has not been effective. As it turns out, my lead character is moving along much slower than everyone else. I need to go back and bring him up to speed in order to get all my events flowing smoothly and in the correct order. Had I bothered with an outline (something I hate) I probably would have spotted that problem right away and corrected it. This doesn’t mean I’ll be outlining in the future but I will definitely be paying closer attention to the timeline.
Happy, productive writing everyone. I wish you all the best!
This week has been one I would like to forget. A few days ago my entire department descended into chaos and still hasn’t straightened itself out. The company hired a new Big Guy who has been making changes that a lot of us are not comfortable with. I’m sure most people like to believe they have a certain value within the company they work for, and to find out that value exists only in their heads can be ground shaking. Well, that’s where I’m at. My ground has been shook. Once the dust settles, I hope to find myself in a slightly improved position with my day to day functions, but it has been an experience I do not wish to repeat. The value I believed I had has been shown to be zero, a non-number with a value only as a place holder. I am a body in a spot. A different body can be put in my spot. Eight years of service along with my twenty-three years of experience means nothing.
My dad had the ability to walk away from things without looking back. I’m pretty sure he developed this ability after multiple encounters with disappointment. Self-loathing is a terrible feeling. To hang onto something or someone so fiercely that you compromise your own values simply because change is terrible, leaves you with questions about yourself you might not want to know the answers to. I may not be as skilled as my dad was at saving my soul and walking away, but I certainly understand why it is necessary for me, as a person to cultivate this skill.
A job is a job. Unfortunately I can’t replace this one with one of equal or greater financial value without ripping apart the life I have built. I can only walk away so far. When the dust truly settles I will be on a new shift working with people I barely remember. This not a bad thing, it’s just different from what I’m used to. It’s change.
Have a good week everyone. Make like trees and bend in the storms.
I like to think I’m closing in on the end of my first novel. There are still changes happening which has me a little concerned about time, but I’m still making progress so I’m just letting it happen. The actual finish line isn’t as close as I would like it to be though. My personal goal was to have this wrapped up by the end of June. It’s looking like I’ll be pushing into July now.
I’m still looking mostly at Kindle for publishing. The overall amount of information available through a simple Google search is mind-numbing. I’m probably jumping the gun a bit, but I find myself researching when my brain has rejected the notion of writing anymore for the day. It seems like I’m going strong for a few days, then BAM! I’m staring at the computer screen without a single idea about how to connect my thoughts. That’s when I shrug it off and spend a couple hours looking at publishing options.
Is anyone else partially writing their book on their phone? Lol. I spend a lot of my breaks at work tapping out words with my thumbs on my Note 5. I can’t help myself. Ideas ramble into my brain and I need to get them written down before I lose them. Back in November, when I started this project in NaNoWriMo I think I wrote a full quarter of my word count on my phone. It’s a tough way to go, but it works.
Happy Father’s Day!