Been a while since I wrote anything here. Not that anyone reads this, which is fine. The internet, despite being touted as the best thing since the invention of the double bed – does practically boil down to scribbling graffiti on an alley wall. It also means that the individual sits in isolation and while ostensibly is plugged in to ‘whats going on’ – sits on their ass and outside, nothing changes in reality.
Its only a matter of time before the rug is pulled overtly, and millions of isolated folks will have to find new ways to occupy themselves, like – gee, I dunno – ‘protesting’ ‘running for office’ or ‘committing useful acts of profound public mischief’. All of these things are much healthier than the delusion of staying literally isolated while pretending to have a grip on the real world outside the window.
I’m now a hundred pages into a book, which has been a great learning curve for me on a variety of fronts. Its useful to be confronted with ones own inadequacies as far as punctuation and grammar go. But I learn fast, and getting some structural skills, the better to put thoughts and concepts down on paper and communicate them to any reader, regardless of whether they’re an academic or some mouth breather.
Without going into too much detail about the book, its mostly fiction, and is something hopefully epic and imaginative in scope. A long time ago, I came up with the first part of a Story, and wrote a play – thereafter, I created a film script based on the play. Currently, an agent has said they love the script, but hey, why not write it as a book? Besides, Hollywood seems to deal better with gigantic budget films, if they happen to have been published and fairly successful books first. So in I dived, and thus far, seem to be averaging about 100 pages every few weeks. As to whether thats a lot, I have no clue – but I’m aware that whats being created is something fairly unique.
To me writing is like taking a dump. You know that feeling midway, when you want to be done with it, wiped and out of there? Well, I have the same thing with the unfolding stories I write. They emerge and until they’re out of me, there’s no proper rest. (I thought about going into mental full colon metaphors, but Christ, you know?)
Thus far, I’ve reached the equivalent of page two on the film script, and its taken 100 pages of prose to get there, which suggests that the thing I’m writing, is going to be in the area of 1300 pages. And this is just the first installment of the story.
I was trying to come up with a list of my influences, and it started getting a little ridiculous as the names emerged. Any list that has both Enid Blyton, Stephen King, Neil Gaiman, and Clive Barker on it, has to be a little weird.
For the purposes of the book, been having to dredge up my old occult and esoteric studies – as structurally, I decided to use a Druidic index over the unfolding story, to mirror seasons and scenes – as well as rather a lot of Demonology.
All in all, its fun actually, to be pulling this creaking dusty door open, and finally shedding a little light on my own private Narnia.
Will scribble some more on this grimy alley wall in the backwaters of the internet, when I’ve traveled further in my work.
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