It's Writing Wednesday, the one day where I can actually get myself to get off my lazy ass and blog something so this place doesn't become a cobweb choked tomb to all my hopes and dreams.
What I'm Reading
You may have noticed a reading challenge that has been floating around on the internet that caused a big stink. The idea was to avoid reading straight white dudes for a year so that you can expand your palate and read more broadly. People (mostly meaning straight white dudes, go figure) pissed and moaned about the idea because if there's one thing straight white dudes can do well it's piss and moan about their fee-fees getting hurt.
While I'm not partaking in that particular challenge, I have been looking to read more broadly in general. This year I've been making an especially concerted effort thanks in part to my discovery of audiobooks, which have opened a whole new gateway for me to consume literature.
As of late, I've been really jonesing for horror, and since I've been working to try out new authors, I took a chance on an author named Brandon Massey. I'd never read anything by him before, and Dark Corner sounded right up my alley.
In addition I'm reading Half-Resurrection Blues by Daniel José Older, which is a lot of fun so far as well. People buzzed about it so much on Twitter, I had to go pick it up when I got the chance. If you dig urban fantasy, you should check it out.
What I'm Writing
This week has been a bit awkward writing-wise. It's not that I don't have stuff I could be working on, it's that I can't figure out how to make it work the way I want it to. I'm working on a short story called "Father's Day," but it's changed and shifted about a thousand different ways, and I can't figure out how best to approach it. I'm about to retire it (again) and move on to something else while I let that jiggle around in my brain some more.
I've been getting a surprising number of ideas that feel like novel ideas lately, but I've just been letting these disparate parts tumble for now. Part of me doesn't feel ready to work on a novel just yet. These short stories are good practice, and it's not like I'm in writing for the money.
What Works for Me
You know what works for me? MOTHERFUCKING DITCH DIGGERS! I love this podcast. Mur Lafferty's I Should be Writing is really good for a pick me up. When I doubt myself, or I'm wanting to chew on crafty thoughts, I listen to that. But there's something about listening to these two talk about the work--the getting your hands dirty, in-the-shit, ups and downs of a writing career that actually inspires me to write. I don't know what it is.
I guess it's because they don't make writing sound like some sort of precious mystical process that will blow up in your face if you place the chalk outlines on the floor slightly out of place. Their frank discussions help me go, "Writing is just doing a job, so go make some words." It helps kick me out of my Precious Writer Headspace, which I am ashamed to admit I flutter off into more often than I should.
What Else I've Been Up To
Taxes. Ah ha. Ah ha ha ha ha. Ah HA HA HA HA HA. AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA--*weeps* *eats tax papers* *chokes* *dies*
Seriously. Fucking taxes, dude.
On more positive news, my wife and I cleaned up the house like fucking champions over the weekend. The kitchen, the living room, AND the office got cleaned up, organized, and the shit we didn't want to deal with got shoved into the guest room, also known as the, "eh, we'll deal with this later" room. And then my wife cleaned the bathroom while I did the taxes--
--sorry. I'm cool. I'm back.
My dog was so excited to see the floor in the living room and he started tossing his rawhide back and forth across the room, chasing it to and fro like an excited little kid. It totally seemed like he was saying, "Look at all the room we have for activities now!"
And I'm going to my first baseball game soon. I've never been to a baseball game, and don't particularly like sports, but what the hey. First time for everything.
And that's it from me for now. What's new with you all?