In this v-log I do a deep dive into a whole host of issues I hope to address in my novel.
The novel I’m working on is a spiritual successor to The Martin and Arrival. It will be a really easy read, but present the audience with some thought provoking concepts. I’m writing the first draft of the novel right now and it’s changing pretty dramatically from the original scene summary I’m using as my guide. But the story is improving significantly. I’m quite pleased.
I’m giving myself until the end of the year to write the first draft, which I hope will be about 100,000 words.
I don’t have a muse, so I bounce around a lot creatively, but I may have finally stumbled across a novel concept I can believe in. I’ve been looking for a big creative project for years now and I think this one I’m working on may be it.
At least, I’ve managed to flesh out this concept much farther than most of my past efforts. But we’ll see. I’m still a little nervous it’ll all collapse in on itself like so many have in the past, but I’m pressing forward anyway.
I am very please with what I’ve managed to accomplish so far, at least.
But we’ll see. Generally, no one listens to me or cares what I have to say, so I’m going to have to do this all by myself, for myself.
As I sit down for a day’s writing, I find myself reflecting on difficult it is to write, period. Generally, at least for me, people tell me I suck and I should just go get a job at a bank. I think what I’m going to do is simply stop being so forthcoming when it comes to showing people the process of whatever it is I’m working on.
People want something from me that I just can’t give them. They want me to fit inside “the box” of the conventional. They hate the very idea that I would write anything at all because my grammar is bad or whatever. They come at me from the point of view of a professional writer when I’m just a struggling novice who enjoys writing and telling stories, regardless of how good the end produce might be.
But I think simply not being so open with what I’m writing will fix the issue. That and buckling down and doing the hard work of actually required to produce a novel someone in the end will want to read. Now that I have the basic plot down, the difficult part begins.
It’s surprising how absolute some people are about how they think I shouldn’t write, period. But I’ve never done what I’m supposed to do and so why should I start now. But the issue is I have to actually do the work. I have to start to do the hard work of development. There’s a lot of stuff you have to do in the background of writing a novel to produce something that is actually anywhere near what you might want to read. I’ve talked about writing enough. Time to act.
I have been working on a novel off an on for about six years now.
I have struggled to figure out what I wanted to write about and how I wanted to do it. I know I want to tell the story of the late Annie Shapiro and me in Seoul in 2006-2008, but I’m not a good enough writer to tell it literally. So, after a lot of distractions and bouncing around, I’ve settled on telling a proxy story set in Southside Virginia.
The story wouldn’t be so much about Annie and me as it would be about the theoretical consequences of her secretly having a child with me and me not knowing about it for decades. It would be all very hazy and fictionalized. I tried to write a literal rome a clef about what happend in Seoul but it was a complete disaster in large part because it was more about me venting about something I was still angry about as opposed to telling a great story.
So, today I think I’m going to work on the novel again. The #FOTUS thing seems to have petered out. No one is interested and nothing is going on. I need to look for a job today as well. I just feel so meh. Nothing really excites me other than writing and photography.
I wish something fun-interesting would happen. Something where nobody got hurt and we all felt good about the news for once. Maybe Trump and his possible talks with the DPRK are it in a surreal, bonkers way.
I’ve decided to wallow in self-pity for the night to move on to other things and so you get this. Here’s a sample of my writing from Seoul. It’s probably the best stuff I’ve ever written. You won’t get the context, but it’s still interesting. There’s something about Mary