For a writer, there is no greater feeling than pulling off a particularly difficult chapter (or section of writing if you’re not keen on chapters). I just got done writing the chapter that sets up pretty much everything that happens for the rest of the book.
I was concerned it would be too complicated or boring or tedious. I was concerned I’d lose personalities amongst the mud of information.
But when I read it for my wife, she said she liked it. (Just a word to the people who are like “it’s your wife, so what”…she is my BIGGEST critic…she’ll tell me if something sucks, and I love her for it). She said it wasn’t any of the things I feared it would be.
So, this joy will sustain me until Saturday when I can get to writing again. Oh and by the way, I’m a little over halfway through the book and it’s at 289 pages, 66,805 words. So, woot.
Alright, going to start some more writing. I’ve got a big chapter coming up and I will hopefully make it through it today.
Tomorrow I am back on set for “Memories of the Warsaw Ghetto” and then the day after that I’m in the office, so after today, I might not get to write again until the weekend. Poop.
Ok, just got done with my whole cataloging of the different people, places, mythologies and culture in my book. Well, what I have in my book so far (which is about 275 pages).
I have 111 separate entries, each signifying one subject from the list above. Oy, and it’s only going to grow. But at least now I have an easier way to reference subjects for my book. Especially if I need a description of a person I mentioned in one of the earlier chapters that have come back in a later chapter.
Ok, going to go read now.
Alright, so I had a good day writing. Got a good chapter done. I’m going to do another chapter again tomorrow.
But I don’t want to just do nothing, so I am going to start compiling the massive amount of notes I need to be able to keep everything for this book straight. Sometimes I doubt my sanity for choosing to write an epic fantasy that has a large cast of characters, both main and talked about, as well as an intricate world and mythologies. Oy.
Why am I reblogging this? The better question is, why aren’t you reblogging this?
Ron Fucking Swanson. ‘Nuff said.
Time to start writing again. I got back home a few days ago, but I had a full day on set for the film I am the assistant director for, “Memories of the Warsaw Ghetto”. I have another full day on set on Thursday, but in the meantime I’m going to try to get some work done on the book I’ve been writing.
With everything that has been going on, I’ve stalled a bit with it, but I enjoy the book enough not to let that stop me. It’s time for a writing sprint.
This wonderful person sitting next to me is my Grandmother. (Excuse me making a horrible face, it’s the only pic I have of us together on my computer).
Due to reasons I don’t want to talk about, I only know my Father’s parents. So she’s my one and only Grandmother. My parent’s house is right down the street from hers. She used to watch me when I was growing up and too young to stay home alone. I would spend summers at her house watching PBS and playing Rummy. She would drive way faster than any Grandmother should and was always quick witted and funny. She saved my life once by rushing me to the doctors after I got stung in the nose by a wasp and all the swelling went to my neck. Even after I could watch myself, I lived only a minute walk away, so I would be up at their house almost every day when I lived with my parents.
She passed away yesterday at 90 years old. When I disappeared and went back to my family’s house a couple of weeks ago, it was because she was moved to hospice and I wanted to be with her. I stayed as long as I could before coming back the Maryland.
Don’t expect to see anything from me for a few days. I work all weekend and then get in the car to go to the viewing and funeral. I promise, towards the end of the week, I’ll be back and annoying you with all sorts of posts.
So, with that, I’m off to say one last goodbye to my wonderful Grandmother. I already miss her so.
Here’s a bit of “Recovery” that I shot. Another little bit of this is coming up next.
Frank Turner playing Sound Garden.
BTW, I guess I can’t focus my phone while recording video, sorry for the blur.
See, he signed it “For Frank T” Frank Turner.
Tonight was a boost of serotonin I needed to help with some recent hardships in my live.
Totally got to meet Frank Turner at Sound Garden in Baltimore today. He played a free set of 6 songs (including an awesome cover of “Live or Let Die” with only an acoustic guitar and a mandolin).
Sadly the pic isn’t clearer, but he was an amazingly nice fellow who talked with us for quite a while, despite the large line of people behind us (he even initiated some of the conversation, not just answered our questions…don’t find a famous person who does that often). We even bonded over our shared initials.
Pick up his new album, “Tape Deck Heart”. You won’t be disappointed.