This is not a blog

For some reason I’m rather stuck this week in the word department.  They aren’t really flowing.  For the story that’s okay because, over the course of this project anyway, the week leading up to my writing weekend has always been spent doing a lot of brainstorming and note taking and book reading and things of that nature, but no actual writing.

Except for these daily posts.  Which have no point and go nowhere and, in no way, are meant to comprise a blog.

I mean, yes, they’re sort of a blog, but periodically I feel compelled to point out that really this is more of a documentary.  I don’t dedicate tons of brainpower to coming up with fascinating and humorous blog posts.  This is partly a survival issue.  There is no way I could craft ten interesting posts and a short story over the course of two weeks, every two weeks, for fifty-two weeks.

No, the daily posts on this site were always meant to be more of a study in what goes into writing a story.  And, as it turns out, a lot of what goes into writing a story is me being stressed and bored and sleepy and sort of thick-headidly stupid as I stare off into space and listen to the noises in my head.

Sometimes something fun pops up, but otherwise I feel obligated, mostly to other writers out there, to not spice things up and try to display this process as honestly as possible.

So when I’m having a hard time stringing words together, you get a post about me having a hard time stringing words together.

Like this one.

Tada.

This might not be my shortest story

I didn’t sleep very well last night.  I was tossing and turning a lot and then I was up at about five and couldn’t fall back asleep.  It wasn’t a bad tossing and turning.  I was stuck in thought barely enough to keep sleep away.  And what I was thinking about was this last section.

I keep mentioning that it’s a little strange to be wrapping all of this up, but the number of different ways I could wrap things up is a little strange as well.  I may have worked out some of the larger steps last night, but, really, a lot of things are up in the air, and a lot of things are going to wait until I get into the story and can see which way some of my early choices lean.  Which is a weird feeling.  Also, well I have a lot of ground to cover and I don’t want to short change anything, so this might run a bit long.  Not that the Matthew and Epp stories have ever run short.

Love the e-mails and comments thus far on that last section.  It’s so much fun when I can throw Tammy for a loop while at the same time not confuse my mother.

Good stuff.

The title is now set in stone, unchangable for all time

Or unless I go into the “Manage” section of my dashboard and change it.

I had to put a dash in between “Part” and “10” when I renamed the category, otherwise this current category appeared above “Part 1” in the categories tab. Which was annoying.

Also my page went nuts earlier today.

I just saw an ad for the Adirondacks where they bragged about how many of those “other parks out west” you could fit into the Adirondacks. Five. Five famous parks from Utah and Colorado were able to fit into just one Adirondacks. I’m not sure how this is a selling point for a National Park.

Haven’t started the last story yet.

You know those dreams everyone has where you forgot to study for your final?

I’ve got to tell you, I’ve kind of got the jim-jams here.  Firmly lodged in the front of my skull is the notion that this is the last story of this project, not to mention the final chords of Matthew and Epp.

I think I’m nervous.

On another note…I somehow have no other notes.

If you just dropped in, the story posting next week will be the last story in the project, it will also round out the Matthew and Epp stories which began with “Part 1: Second Choice.”  Go read it.  If you like it, then go read Parts 2 through 9 in preparation for Part 10, coming next Thursday. You can find them nicely labeled and in order over in the “Categories” sidebar.

Titles, titles everywhere so lets all have a drink

I’m pretty sure I’ve got my title for this final section.  It came to me well over a month ago and the odds of my brain setting it aside in any real way and letting the possibility of a new title exist are pretty slim.  My head is already sold on it.  And for good reason.  It’s fun, it matches well with the story and, as a nice bonus, it even matches well with my current state of mind concerning this project.

But, as usual, I’m going to hold off on changing the category until I’m really really sure.  Really.  Granted, if you’re reading this six months from now or something then this won’t make any sense because the category will already have been changed, so for those of you who weren’t reading this as it was posted, the category title is currently “Untitled 26.”

I think I’m giddy.

Way to stick to your guns there, moron

For those of you paying attention, you’ll notice that I did not come up with a wonderful new title for that last section.  Instead I went ahead and used the title that I came up with earlier in the week which I declared to be pompous and overly verbose.  I didn’t even trim it down.

Well done, me.

And now here we are.  One story left.  One section to go.  Matthew and Epp shall soon arrive at their ending.

Seriously.  This is great fun.  If you aren’t reading, you should be.  And if your friends aren’t reading, they should be.  And if your friends’ friends aren’t reading…well to hell with those losers.

Go tell some people.

The Tell-Tale Something

First draft is done.  It’s…well it’s done.  And I’m a little perplexed about how I’m going to wrap this all up with one more story.  You might think that, since I’m the only one responsible for said wrapping up of said story, I might have some idea how that’s going to go.  You’d be wrong.

And I haven’t come up with a decent title.  I have the mouthful I posted about a few days ago, but at the very least I need to streamline that, or better yet I’ll ditch it entirely and wind up using something from the text itself. Yet no champions of title-ness have emerged.

Curious as always to hear the response for this one.   Maybe more curious than normal.

From poo into something like the opposite of poo…food, I guess

So this story turned itself around rather nicely over the course of the day.  There’s nothing like not writing to help the writing along.  It really does wonders.  Some obsessive part of my brain can’t help do anything but work out the problems in whatever story I’m writing.  And it does its best work when I’m not paying attention to it.

Its like when you can’t remember an actor’s name and you think really hard about it and get nowhere, but then, once you’re focused on something else, suddenly something in the back of your head goes, “Oh! The guy’s name was Lanky McGinty!”

It’s like that.

Not that there’s an actual actor with that name out there.

That was just an example.

Would be a great name, though.

Holy bacon fat it’s hot out

New York City is currently the temperature molten lava. Which is fun.

And the Belmont was this weekend. Which was not fun. Or rather it sounded like a lot of fun from the texts I got from all my friends who were there, but I wasn’t with them. My first year living in New York my cousin started talking about this Belmont thing and how we had to go and I didn’t know what on earth he was talking about but I went that first year and absolutely fell in love with the whole day. I’ve been every year since then except for once when I had to be out of town. It’s not that long of a streak, mind you. Seven years. But it means a lot that I stayed home to write this year instead of going to the Belmont.

And, oh, what amazing writing it is. This story has been whooping my ass up and down the block since it started and I’m nowhere near taming it. I have complete and utter faith that somehow, at one o’clock on Thursday afternoon, this story will post. But that’s only because it’s happened like that twenty four times in a row now.

If I didn’t have that as a reference point I’m not sure I’d keep chipping away at this pile of poo.

I wonder if Fitzgerald ever had moments like this.

I wonder if Fitzgerald ever used the word “poo.”

Well, I’m on MySpace now

I’m on Myspace now.  I just signed up the other day and haven’t done a thing with it yet.  Not that I know what one does with a Myspace page.  I have a Facebook page as well and all I’ve done with that is play some scrabble.

So…yeah.  If any of you are Myspace people feel free to add me or tag me or link me or what have you.  And over the next few weeks I’ll start figuring out my page and seeing what it allows me to offer you.

That’s what I really don’t understand.  I have a website, why do I need a Myspace page?  (Shut up, grandpa.)

Anyway, I’m wildly stressed about wrapping up Matthew and Epp and looking for things to occupy my mind so, yeah, Myspace.  Dig it.