WiredMonkey Writes

I hadn't realized so much time had passed between my last post and today. As the old idiom goes, "Time's sure fun when you're having flies." Well, it's something like that.

Part of what has aided my failure to notice the rapid passing of time has been a renewed interest in reading and writing. whup! Hold your tongues, smart alecs! There'll be time for illiteracy jokes at a later point. The big monkey is talking.

Yes, it hasn't really been ground shaking or life altering in it's implications as of yet, but I've realized I'm wasting away my life in a job that I will resent (despite the fact that it probably IS a decent job) because I'm not doing what I would love to be doing. I'm not crafting with words. I'm not out there building stories, instead letting them rattle through my mind on their way to oblivion, all because I'm afraid of taking a chance - or what is much more likely...too lazy to take a chance. It's a lot of work figuring out the many kinks and convolutions in the world of publishing. But, if I don't do it soon, I'll never realize my dreams. And that is something I think I will really end up regretting. Extensively. So fuck it, man...let's do this thing up right.

I started with a book I've been meaning to read for about 4 years now - Stephen King's On Writing. LampLover saw me with the book a day after I started and commented it was a good, insightful read. I said, "shhhh...I'm reading." She hit me. It all works out for the best, I guess. Anyway, she was spot-on in her assessment of the book. Stevie has a way of cutting through all of the excess and getting right at what is important, whether it be in a story or just an interview. He provided some good pointers and allowed the reader to see how he works and the processes he follows. I think it will be a pretty helpful weapon in my arsenal when I sit down to do this. The key thing I took away from the book was something I've always believed, to an extent. In order to be a good writer, you have to be a good reader. I really need to step up the volume of books I'm reading. The last month or so has been good - I've packed the latest Harry Potter book and the Stephen King book under my belt. I've finally picked up Neuromancer by William Gibson once more. I haven't picked it up in about 4 years, and this time I'm giving it a good go. My goal is to try and get up to 52 books a year again - a very attainable goal if I read every day, which I'm doing.

So, after a few months of heavy reading, I am going to start tackling the task of sitting down and working on my fiction again. Short stories, scenarios...anything to get the juices flowing. Maybe just more blog entries as long as it's descriptive and in a prose style. My goal will be 1000+ words a day to start and ramping up from there until I'm writing at about 2000 words a day. That, along with my job and tiny social life, should keep me quite busy.

Wish me luck folks - hope you'll enjoy the increased (and hopefully improved) writing that is to come.

Oh, yeah...and we're in the house now. W00t!!

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