Friday, February 29
Leaplings
As planned, met Fumbling Father for lunch today to debut our finished novels. Well, we've been going slower than we hoped or planned, so we're going to meet again in another five or six weeks to see where we are. I would estimate I'm 29.756 percent of the way to end. You be sure that's accurate: I only believe in the most precise science.
I will say I'm happy with my work so far, even if I feel like I'm crawling. I'm writing, editing on screen, printing it out and doing a hard copy edit, printing it out and doing a proof-reading, and then setting it aside and moving on. I'm up around 28,000 words, about 55 printed pages so far. So while I'm not done, when and if I do finish for once I'll have a clean draft ready to share with any willing, ahem, volunteers.
I will say I'm happy with my work so far, even if I feel like I'm crawling. I'm writing, editing on screen, printing it out and doing a hard copy edit, printing it out and doing a proof-reading, and then setting it aside and moving on. I'm up around 28,000 words, about 55 printed pages so far. So while I'm not done, when and if I do finish for once I'll have a clean draft ready to share with any willing, ahem, volunteers.
Wednesday, February 27
Detroit: The Missing Year
Yo, check out the vintage band photos from my pal Tom's Detroit: The Missing Years photo album.
I put in two more hours on the novel tonight. I'm still liking it. A long way to go.
I put in two more hours on the novel tonight. I'm still liking it. A long way to go.
Tuesday, February 26
Tales of a Modern Splash
Monday, February 18
The Poetry of Roger Clemens
Ah, it's not quite the Cosmic Baseball Association, but Slate has The Poetry of Roger Clemens. My favorite:
"Headaches"
Kids come to my house and work out.
I invite them to come work out.
The littler kids,
I try to get them to sign a waiver
In case a bat comes out of my hand, or a ball.
We've experienced that.
That's headaches.
-Feb. 5, 2008, Roger Clemens deposition
"Headaches"
Kids come to my house and work out.
I invite them to come work out.
The littler kids,
I try to get them to sign a waiver
In case a bat comes out of my hand, or a ball.
We've experienced that.
That's headaches.
-Feb. 5, 2008, Roger Clemens deposition
Zombies and novels
Well, it's Monday night, so let's see how I did with my four-day weekend on the novel writing front (he pantomimes licking a digit and thumbing through a notebook for the statistics). Well, says here I penned a couple thousand words on Friday afternoon. But then, nothing. I did, however, spend some time this morning wandering around the neighborhood streets in a torn-up blue suit jacket and tie splattered with fake blood as "Zombie Number 1" in my son's current film project, "The Darkness." So I got that going for me.
Which is nice.
Which is nice.
Thursday, February 14
Slower
I've slowed down a bit the past couple of weeks on my history of the future novel, hung up on a plot point, I suppose, if forced to confess what's stopped me. And/or, just unable to find* time to write. But I've taken a couple of days off work for a four-day weekend and I hope/plan to get back on pace. Or track. Or just to get several thousand words further. Who knows? We'll see.
* find = make
* find = make
Thursday, February 7
It's coming
Wednesday, February 6
Blip
What I'm reading now, what I'm reading next, and what I just read (and the one before that, for good measure.)
Friday, February 1
Music appreciation
OK kids, time for some pure Friday night music apprecation fun. I've been enjoying Weird Al on YouTube, so I'm going to force you to do the same. Let's start with the cleverly perfect "White & Nerdy" (and don't forget the amusing alternate "first take" with dancing Donnie Osmond), move to the shot-for-shot hillbilly cover of "Money For Nothing," the funky Presidents of The United States of America's lump-like "Gump" and then the gangster-friendly "Amish Paradise." Finish up with the beautiful space opera of "The Saga Begins." And, just because, Ben Folds' middle-class-white-boy angst "Rockin' The Suburbs," directed by Weird Al.
eba out.
eba out.
