Saturday, June 5, 2010

there's a wall. around me.

Fun facts for your consideration:

- Learning that Hunter S. Thompson was basically every cranky old man who wrote furious letters to the editor ever should be sad, but isn't because of how savagely he owned people in so doing. Anyone not reading The Gonzo Papers right this instant is a fool.

- Likewise, anyone not reading Matthew Simmons' A Jello Horse is a fool. It's as funny as it is short, and anyone who enjoys jabbing at the Midwest and public access television as much as he does is fine by me.

- Inherent Vice is one of Thomas Pynchon's, erm, more accessible books, but it's still good. I get the feeling that he just wanted to indulge himself in something fun after decades of cranking out reams of brain-eating prose. He succeeded - if Fear & Loathing In Las Vegas is the result of countercultural collapse, Inherent Vice captures the moment when the supports began creaking.

- French garage rock, neighbored in musical content only by cavemen who banged rocks together and shouted into clay pots, is great.

- Touchstone Theatre Company is putting on The Tempest at Theater Project here in Baltimore, and they've got another whole weekend to go. Thurs-Sat. at 8pm, Sunday at 3pm. It's great. They're great. Go see it or I will come at you with a pressure washer full of Harbor water and shitmist.

- I am gathering intelligence as we speak so that I may hunker down in my garret next week and get some good solid writing done. Waiting for the Muse is a terrible habit I need to break, but when I force myself to write, it comes out as brutal gibberish that I have to rewrite anyway. I haven't stumbled upon the happy medium yet. But since I am still in the dawn of my writing career, such as it is, I may yet find it.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

this is what i want, is what i want

Getting a story published in 5923 Quarterly in September. This is good, because I'd been trying to move that piece for a while and now that it's found a home, I can get off my ass and start writing more new stuff instead of endlessly and ineffectually tinkering with drafts. 

And for the first time in ages, I'm trying to read the market and pick out some places I'd like to send stuff. Beneath Ceaseless Skies is one possible spot, plus they pay. Opium is another - I've submitted there before with no luck, but I might have something they'd like this time. It's probably bad form to look up journals and then write with them in mind, but on the other hand I'm pretty sure a lot of writers do it and I'd like to see how different stylistic/editorial restrictions affect my work. And, of course, I'd like more publishing credits and more sales. And a solid gold toilet, as long as I'm tossing wishes into the void. Not sure what put me in this headspace, but I'm feeling much more confident about my work than usual and I'm curious to see if there's an opening in the genre/spec. fic. market for it. 

At the same time, I'd like to continue with my more experimental style and see where that leads. I'm thinking about turning my midterm and final project into a handmade book, too - it'll make for a good summer project if nothing else, and maybe I can make a few and sell them. Don't see why not. There's still a fairly vibrant 'zine culture in this town, and I've seen/bought plenty of weird stuff from Atomic Books. I've still got someone's NaNoWriMo novel in the bathroom, even. But now I'm babbling, so I think I'll shut off here and go sleep. And plot.