A major whoop for Joe Stracci over at Artificial Night. My boy has been weeping long in to many nights, waiting for his brokeass cell phone contract to be up sometime in 2010 so he could pursue the iphone. Yet, somehow, over the weekend, the curse was lifted, the gates opened up, and he procured himself an iphone. Atta boy, Joe.
Also, to Joe for his entertaining new blog. He keeps us well-informed of all things awesome.
Other than Mr. Stracci’s blog, I have spent the weekend fighting the recession. Not really, but in retrospect, yes, I have.
I’ve been asked to participate in an article on novellas and spent some time writing my response to my ten favorite novellas. To do so, I needed to read and in some cases re-read a few. What a better way to live out a recession than to read a shorter novel. Now all I have to do is find me a novellete. If you know of one, let me know.
Also, after a lengthy discussion with my editor and a sleepless Saturday night of nagging novel questions, my post-graduate school, self-imposed isolation from my novel has officially ended. Starting tomorrow, I am heaving the heavy sacks of this monster that’s been kicking around my head for ten years, and finishing the beast. Two chapters to write and another revision, before beginning the agent-ing.
How did this happen? How did I decide to end the isolation?
I needed the space for a number of reasons: a needed rest, time to ponder a wildly insulting review, restructure my writing routine, and a much needed return to short stories. Then, last night happened. I was up until 3AM asking myself question after question about the stupid novel, hoping at some point I would grow tired and finally sleep. This didn’t happen. When she woke, I began a conversation with my editor, who also happens to be my wife. Lucky me. She guided me out of the thicket of brush I had been stuck in and said the following that made it all make sense:
Doing your short story thing is great. But even if you publish one more story tomorrow, and an agent reads that story and calls you to ask for a novel, you won’t really have one, will you? You’re avoiding yourself. Stop. And go finish the thing that you were put on this earth to do.
So I resume tomorrow.
Oh, and as we finished up this conversation, I stopped in to buy two bags of Dunkin Donuts coffee. Came home. And made my first batch of iced coffee. Tastes just like the real thing and 1/908th the cost.