Writer

Lost Among The Edits

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  I have just recently started to dig into the edits for the novel I wrote for NaNoWriMo 2014 and it is a surprise. I put it off because it’s not a particularly easy story to read everyday, it deals with my life growing up with my schizophrenic father.

Now that I have dug in I am equal parts excited and terrified. I love and believe in the story and what it can grow to be but it is emotionally draining to relive certain events over and over again.

I remind myself that I have thrived and most of the time these stories now in retrospect make me laugh, it’s not often you can chuckle about being in a drive-by shooting…

Does anyone have any tricks they use to keep themselves on track when editing or even writing an emotionally draining story?

Wandering With Kerouac

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It wasn’t too long ago that I did a post about On The Road by Kerouac. The stylistic approach and the sense of adventure while not glorified spoke to me in a way no other book had before. I have a feeling that as the summer approaches I might read my work through all of his works.

They say the more you read after the better you write, although I will admit sitting down to write has been a struggle lately for any number of reasons.

Have you ever read a book by one author and then just been sucked into reading everything they wrote? If so who?

For the Kerouac fans, which book should I pick up next?

Internal Battles

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 Exhaustion overtakes creation.

What’s more important survival or exploration?

It feels unjust to choose- 

Both lead somewhere, so at some point you have to pick a destination.

Anywhere, anywhere but here.

Capturing The Bubbles

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There isn’t much I enjoy more than a nice cold beer on a hot day. There is just something so refreshing and relaxing about it. The moment practically begs you to ponder the universe and your place in it. When the mood is right it can lead you to believe that everything is indeed right.

A funny thing happened to me the other day while I was enjoying this Ambiguous Ale and yes that is the name of the ale. I was transfixed by the way the bubbles were floating to the top and disappearing. Some of them lingered before making their ascent while others shot to the top with the maximum speed allowed. Then of course there were others that found their speed in some happy medium.

There is a metaphor buried deep within that beer. It may not be the prettiest but I think it can apply to so many things. Whether it is writing, working, or even traveling everything has its own speed and ultimately once you reach the top, the end, it will pop.

Don’t worry though another bubble is forming on the bottom of the pint glass.