What’s going on?

A lot of happenings of late.  In the midst of political gatherings to fight for equal rights, book editing and new book writing, as well as preparing for an event to bring together my old crew for a reunion party I participated in a show.  It was on the Art of Habit and Addiction.  Since I so recently kicked sugar’s ass, my piece was on that subject.  Here I am below at the show. 

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Just who is Jason Leeks?

What is becoming my first novel is really a grand experience so far.  Of course, I’m in the beginning stages where what I started working on actually (honest to Buddha) took on a life of its own.  I have never had a story just announce itself and say, “Okay, whatever you were doing, Stop. I’m here and ready to be told to the world.”  This is all new to me and is still fascinating. 

Today – I’m going to explore exactly who is Jason Leeks since he seems to have just appeared in my head and taken over the controls so effortlessly.  So far, from what I can surmise, he is a loner in his early to mid 30’s.  He isn’t a very social guy and has a bit of a sarcastic mouth as well as quite a pragmatic view of life in general.  He has spent his life, up until being kidnapped, as a record store owner who spends his off time consuming large quantities of beer and getting into fights.  A lot of beer.  A lot of fights.  He seems pretty open to the idea of the universe containing an entire civilization that he knew nothing about and while he is a smart fella, he is not very graceful nor do his ideas for survival always work out the way he plans them.  This is okay for the most part because he seems to have a streak of luck that follows him around.  While he is a jerk at times he still seems to be a general nice guy; he just hasn’t figured out how to BE that nice guy.  He is tall, stands at 6’3” and while not out of shape due to moving stacks of records around regularly, he is a bit portly in the belly.  I think he will find this worked off soon though once he has taken off on his adventures.  I do believe he is also much smarter than he is letting on at this point. 

I have already gotten almost 6K words done in the last couple of days.  I’m an edit as you go person, which I know goes against everything everyone ever says about writing but I just work better this way.  I’m sure there will be additional editing after completion but hopefully not as much.  I’m shooting for about 105K for this story since it is science fiction.  I doubt I’ll keep this pace up the entire time I’m writing but I feel like there is more of a possibility of getting close to what I’ve been doing on a semi-regular basis.  The story is all there, bits and pieces keep popping up in my brain throughout the day.  As they make their appearance I jot them down and then as I go along I figure out where they want/need to be— I still cannot believe the feeling I get about this particular story.  I feel like a flood gate opened somewhere in my head and Mr. Jason Leeks was on the other side waving nonchalantly at me, beer in one hand and space tazer hanging off his hip

I found my writing sweet spot.

I started working on a short story today during the slow interludes at work waiting for the printer to actually function.  I had been working the idea of a horror short over the last couple of days and decided to just peck at the keys and see where it would go.  It went somewhere all right.  My main character somehow became this snarky loner/jerk and the protagonist well, he became a friend instead of foe.  I kept typing away and just letting it come out naturally.  I wanted to see where my fingers and mind where headed and I am headed into my first Sci-fi space adventure.  I have struggled a bit in getting my other stories out and formulated into coherent reads.  However, this is just flying out of my head and progressing in a manner that I would have never dreamed.  I have worked damn hard to produce at least a few hundred words a day on my horror short stories and in a few hours I have banged out over 2500 words on this adventure.  It is wonderful and amazing and something I always wanted to write but wasn’t sure I had it in me because I have focused on the horror writing for so long.  I’m going to just let it continue to run and see where Jason Leeks, accidental space pirate, goes on his first adventure.   He is a bit of a mouthy idiot but he somehow seems to catch just enough luck to get by so far.

I finally feel like I have found my story.  The struggle to get something going that was entertaining and fun to write as well as creating some memorable characters.  I am so excited and I really do feel this story like nothing else I have ever had run through these fingers.

Musical Interlude

The tracks laid out
The rhythm smooths down
Beats kick in — your body
Thumps in time — the music
Pumps like blood
Your veins warm with
Frantic melodies replacing oxygen
Moving you around – joyous
The words of poetic rhymes embrace
Calming, soothing, making the world
A better place once again

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Catacombs begins…

I’m  wrapping up the last bit of editing for Ray’s Box.  Now, I’m working on this:

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I have the very detailed outline for Catacombs ready to work into a short story.  As my slow printer and computer struggle to “think” I’ll start chomping through this list.  I’m hoping that this story will be an improved process over Ray’s Box.  I worked with no outline and didn’t strategize at all before banging away at the keyboard.  I believe that was not the best approach, for me at least. 

I’m considering submitting to some literary magazines or competitions soon.  We shall see.  I have an art show very soon and a second juried show I want to submit for as well.  Its going to be a very busy but productive Summer!

My response and a first try….

I’m so tired of the garbage that gets spouted off by society these days in regards to women and who we are and what role is expected of us. In the face of the latest atrocity women have decided that we are still living “under the thumb” of men. I call bullshit. I don’t believe for one moment in our current society that we are any more victims than any other race, religion, sex or what have you. The most important thing I could ever say to anyone who thinks these things — women are NOT victims just waiting to be taken down at the next dark corner and we need to stop letting society push that image and thought process into us. We are not EVER to blame for men being stupid and violent (or any other individual who chooses to be violent). We need to stop letting culture dictate who we get to be and give them the preverbial finger.

I wrote this today — after a long debate/rant last night about not allowing ourselves to be portrayed as the “oh, so weak and poor women”. I’m tired of that stereotypical pile of crap. I haven’t written anything of this nature since high school and I think I can do better – it at least got the anger out of me at the time.

Untitled:

Victim is not my name; nor my place

Society says I’m weak and to blame

Victim is not my name

I will rise above

I will soar to heights

Unimagined in your predetermined destiny

For me

Fight back; fight strong

I need permission from no one

No One –

Victim is not my name

Not my culture and I will prevail

The fear you thrust upon me

Will not burn and

The flames you stoke to incite

A divide

Will smolder and smoke extinguished by my fluid

Refusal to play your game

Victim is NOT my name.

Back to work..

Well.  After a weekend of fun and focusing on art projects, its back to editing.  I vow to myself and this great universe I WILL get it done this week.  I am about 2/3 of the way through the story.  I really need to get some beta readers or a trusted writing buddy who can understand what I’m going for in my writing to help me with this process.  I’m sure I’m making some good corrections but I’m not sure at the same time.  Ugh!