Posted on July 30th, 2009 1 comment
February of this year is when I finally embraced making writing a major part of my day to day existence. I had been writing my whole life as a fun hobby and for it’s therapeutic implications but it was time to work, to be better, and to change the world. I told all of my friends, “I’m getting serious about this thing.” I accepted I was a baby, a student, a beginner and wore that badge proudly. I needed to learn from the masters, harness the craft, deal with personal anxiety, figure out what my philosophy toward this new monster would be, and most of all, I needed to always try to be better. My behavior changed in that I started writing and recording ALL the time. That was six months ago. Now I get asked the same question constantly, “How is the writing going?”
The short answer – “Great! Fun! I’m grateful to have reassurance that this is indeed what I am most passionate about. Things are forever changing. I’m learning so much, exploring everything freely, and dissolving all limitation. I’m doing it.”
The long answer -
Things are going fantastic!
At first my intention was to sit in the wings and observe. I’d watch the blogs of J.C. Hutchins, Scott Sigler, Mur Lafferty and all the other influential authors in the podcast novel space. All the while I’d work on my masterpiece and blow them all out of the water when it was ready. After a very short while I figured out this was not going to work. I was sitting in my hobbit hole scribbling but no one was reading it and I wasn’t learning anything about the craft like I wanted. So I started searching for low-risk ways of exposure. This is where the 100 word stories podcast came in and GreatHites. Weekly contests where people voted for fun on the stories and your story was syndicated in a podcast. It was simple: if people didn’t like your story they didn’t vote for you, done. No one screamed at you and no one told you it sucked, it was bliss but also not enough to move forward.
I did that for a while and I started to educate myself more about the writing industry. I subscribed to Writer’s Digest and every podcast I could find about getting better at this writing thing.
So that is where it started and things evolved way faster than I thought from there.
So, where are we now?
I think an itemized list will be more effective than a long hunk of wordy prose.
- I write for the 100 word stories podcast every week. Those are the 100 word stories you see posted here all the time.
- I write for GreatHites as much as I can.
- I have two stories being published in the GreatHites Podiobooks Anthology. The Reconstruction and Children of the Garden Wars. (still need to edit those for you Jeff, sorry for the delay.)
- I got into my first REAL writing group that Justin Lowmaster (SpaceTurtle) got me into. They are a wonderful group of folks and I love interacting with people who nerd out about this stuff as much as I do.
- Give Blood and Thanks is officially a podcast now and is in itunes and all that. It will hit 17,000 words very soon and be in official novella territory.
- I plunged headfirst into the social media space to rub shoulders and learn from these people I thought I would covet forever. They are all supportive and great. I have Twitter and Facebook for now.
- I have a ton of ideas I’m working on and new ones crop up constantly. I have enough material right now to be locked in a room for about four years and write a few books.
- I’m learning the value of 100% transparency. What I do that a lot of authors (can I say that yet?) don’t is, I post everything! I post the ugly draft that I read from with all the typos, crumby syntax, constant switching of tenses, and even spelling errors. If things get pointed out to me I go back and fix it, but I don’t ever dwell too long. I’m not submitting to magazines, I’m not agent hunting, I’m not submitting to publishers, I’m just learning and sharing with all of you. I don’t want to be on this journey alone. I want my friends to know what is going on and the world to watch me grow up.
- I’m confident that I will be a novelist when the time is right. Actually, the time will be right in November. I will be participating in my first official NanoWriMo this year. I’m extremely excited about it and there is a lot of planning I have yet to do if I am going to reach the 50,000 word finish line in just one month.
I think that covers all the bases for now but things are forever changing in this world so who knows what the next day, week, or month will bring.
Thank you all for your constant supportive words and encouragement. That stuff really means a lot, truly.
That is how the writing thing is going. – Danny
Posted on May 31st, 2009 No comments
Chapter 10: Coffee and steak make Arthur Martian’s gears turn.
“Refill sir?” the waitress asked.
“Sure,” Arthur scooted his cup toward the edge of the table. She filled it and spilled a few drops on the packet of Snoogin’s utility records.
“Hey, watch it,” he said.
Her sharp features turned a shade of pink. The girl couldn’t be more than nineteen years old. She looked at the ground, paused, then turned to walk away. Short cropped black hair bounced in rhythm with her slim hips. He recognized that type of behavior. Pausing like that, it indicated she was waiting to be dismissed by him, the man. Arthur could only guess what sort of asshole broke her. If he had a dollar for the head of every stepfather he slammed into a door or a wall he would probably have close to a hundred. His eye’s stayed locked on her as she gracefully floated back behind the counter.
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Posted on May 12th, 2009 4 comments
Man, it has been way to serious around here lately. I ate about half a roll of bubble tape and turned on the flipcam just to mess around. I ended up blowing a MASSIVE bubble gum bubble.
Posted on April 24th, 2009 4 comments
Well well well, Rusty Steel pulled through and won the competition. That gives me two victories in it now, the Samurai Gardener being the other. That means I got to pick the topic for this week and I selected the phrase, “falling bricks hurt.” The audio bit here has some announcements as well so take a listen.
Falling Bricks Hurt
Justin wandered about in the shadows watching the fascinating people. He smelled the breads and listened to the pop of corks for hours before finally settling on the perfect sunny patch of grass to feast. Justin the turtle munched on the greenery of the city he loved, Paris.
1,063 feet into the sky, Gaston Space Pierre ran back and forth on the observation platform of the Eiffel Tower, his parents not at all effective. A stray brick from a display for Gustave Eiffel found his palm. He tossed it over the rails.
Justin looked up just in time to catch the impromptu solar eclipse to the head.
Posted on February 19th, 2009 4 comments
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