May 2009
17 posts
The House on Valley Vista
Upon finishing Lunar Park, I’ve now spent time with every piece of work Ellis has written. Perhaps that’s why I’ve been so Ellis-centric lately; reading through his catalogue has rocketed me into (what I perceive to be) his literary mindset. I feel like I’ve been able to learn through his chronology, and understand each of the novels beyond independent works, but rather...
April 2009
11 posts
Or Not to Tweet
I was recently interviewed for an article about Twitter. I was on the rare anti-Tweet side, and I wanted to share my reasoning for why I don’t participate or see its usefulness at this point in my life or career.
I don’t pay mind to Twitter because I think it indulges the most narcissistic side of the Internet. Yes, the Web has been an amazing tool for giving nearly anyone a voice....
In the Pages, Behind the Covers, at the End of...
Having just put Lunar Park to bed - after experiencing one of the most substantial, visceral rushes I have ever felt as my eyes ran over what, to most, are simply mere words on a page - I have been moved to tears. I am humbled, struck, and all together consumed by feelings of catastrophic honesty and unbounded risk.
“I hear you.”
M
The narcissism and ego-centricity of the Internet is starting to become extremely startling.
(I understand the inherent irony, yes, thanks.)
(when you give up life for fiction you become a character)
Ellis’s Lunar Park.
Today’s discovery: use of punctuation over instant messaging services directly corresponds to my moods.
Can You Measure In Numbers?
Having transcended into the next phase with the book, I’m finding myself a bit at a loss with how to approach editing. Now that I’ve read the entire thing front to back and received critique on it, I have a set of outlined elements that need to be integrated, points that need to be clarified, etc.
Foremost in my pursuits are giving my protagonist - or antagonist depending on your...
Disappear here.
These days, hope does not come readily. It does not flow like water, it does not intoxicate like wine. These days, any inkling of hope is followed around by a kind of despair or set of hopeless events that are entirely eclipsing of any of the zeal I allow myself to feel.
I feel so lonely without my book to work on right now.
Together We Can Burn This Place Down
The ups and downs of the last couple of weeks have been startling and amazing all at once.
First, I edited the first full draft of the manuscript and handed off to the professor who has taken a personal interest in it. Of course, I need to buckle in and prepare myself for the hours of editing and criticism to come, but merely holding its two-hundred and fifty-nine page weight in my hands for the...