I spent the weekend hunkered down with Too Far Gone revisions and hoping that Saturday’s thunderstorms wouldn’t cut my power/take my roof off.
Still a lot of work left to do, so I’m just going to leave this here:
Write on!
I spent the weekend hunkered down with Too Far Gone revisions and hoping that Saturday’s thunderstorms wouldn’t cut my power/take my roof off.
Still a lot of work left to do, so I’m just going to leave this here:
Write on!
Metal. So metal.
After an awesome, but exhausting last several days of late nights due to hosting an event, having a house guest, a wedding and a comic expo to attend, and dinosaur movies to watch, who couldn’t use a little heavy metal to wake up on a dreary, rainy Winnipeg Monday?
Lately some of my favourite metal is coming out of Toronto. Ol’ Time Moonshine’s debut EP is chock full of tracks that I listen to when I’m writing. One day, I will see these guys perform live.
In the meantime, turn it up to eleven…
and throw the horns!
Write On.
Happy Monday! I do love a song that tells a story, and with “The Mariner’s Revenge Song” The Decemberists delivered one of my favourite stories in a song. The weekend got away from me, so while I was definitely humming along to this song, I don’t have much else to say other than:
Enjoy!
One night I overheard
The prior exchanging words
With a penitent whaler from the sea
The captain of his ship
Who matched you toe to tip
Was known for wanton cruelty
The following day
I shipped to sea
With a privateer
And in the whistle
Of the wind
I could almost hear
(oh, oh)“Find him, Bind him
Tie him to a pole and break
His fingers to splinters
Drag him to a hole until he
Wakes up naked
Clawing at the ceiling
Of his grave
Write on!
I can’t believe it took me this long to post about a Pixies song. I’m also surprised it was one of their covers that got the nod. I was head down for most of my weekend on revisions, but there was something in the beat of “Head On” that kept me on topic.
I probably owe interest in the Pixies to Dungeons and Dragons, and Pump up the Volume. D&D because, hey, a band named after a monster, their records might be worth XP, and because Wave of Mutilation (U.K. Surf) was on the Pump up the Volume soundtrack (TALK HARD). Of course, when I tried to hunt down a Pixies album, Radio Shack (there was no other place to buy CDs in my home then, and I was too young to drive elsewhere) said there was no such band.
Thanks for that.
I had this bad boy on repeat my entire way to work.
Yeah, the world could die in pain
And I wouldn’t feel no shame
And there’s nothing holding me to blame
Makes you wanna feel
Makes you wanna try
Makes you wanna blow the stars from the sky
And I’m taking myself to a dirty part of town
Where all my troubles can’t be found
Think I’ll give it another spin.
Write on!
Another month of 2015 down. How’d I do?
Everything got done, but I did kind of give myself a pass with a softball month after a couple of tougher months full of illness. I’m okay with that.
Even though the goals were light in May, it was my best writing month since January in terms of word count. I also topped 100,000 words for the year on the last day of the month, so I think tracking my word count more closely is paying off.
Keycon went relatively well for me. I had a good turnout at my reading. I read most of my story from Beast Within 4: Gears & Growls, “A Taste of the Other Side,” and an excerpt from Chapter Two of Too Far Gone, titled Burning Inside. Folks seemed to respond to the Too Far Gone piece, I think it will be a good one for future readings. And as has often been the case, my steampunk werewolf story went over very well with the crowd too. “A Taste of the Other Side” is a fun one to read, and always seems to make me adopt a bit of a cowboy drawl. The panel on Setting that I shared with David Annandale and Gerald Brandt was fun. Different approaches to the same discipline make for interesting conversation.
There was a post-Keycon writeoff hosted by Gerald, and a bunch of us invaded his home to sit in the same room and ignore each other. I did a lot of the final polishing for my presentation to The Writers’ Union of Canada while there, and made some headway on my WiP.
I felt good about my presentation for TWUC’s OnWords conference before the panel happened, although I feel I peaked with my rehearsal performance the night before, but there were some kind words after the fact, so I’ll take it. The panel “Time and Money” was hosted by Dennis E. Bolen, and I was speaking alongside Doreeen Pendgracs, and Katherena Vermette. I talked about using social media to be productive and creative, Doreen on crowdfunding, and Katherena gave her time management Top 10 list.
While there wasn’t as much forward momentum on the WiP novel in May as there was in April, I’ve always had trouble switching from non-fiction writing to stories, so I was kind of expecting that. I sweat the non-fiction a bit more, I suppose. Between Keycon, OnWords, and the Winnipeg launch of The Exile Book of New Canadian Noir with Keith Cadieux and Corey Redekop I also had three separate events to rehearse and prepare. Despite all that, I still locked another two chapters, and have got another three almost in shape, so baring surprises, I should have a good June with the WiP.
Speaking of June, what do I want to get done:
I’m going to take it a bit easy on the goals this month too. There’s a bunch of stuff that I need to get done around the house that’s not writing related (even if my office could use another scouring), as well as a wedding to attend, a surprise bonus ChiSeries to plan for, and some tennis to play to counteract some advancing “writer’s pudge”.
Write on.
When I’ve had a rough, or a stressful week, it’s always dark or depressing music that ends up cheering me up.
It’s been a week. I’ll leave it at that.
So on that note, and for my 200th blog post (how the hell did that happen?), and to kick off the first Music Monday of June right, here’s the Handsome Family.
Sometimes I flap my arms like a hummingbird
just to remind myself I’ll never fly
Sometimes I burn my arms with cigarettes
just to pretend I won’t scream when I die
Write on.