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2/9/2008

Damnit

File under... My Shitty Life, On Writing, Heart 'o' Darkness — mylo @ 3:47 pm

Ok I decided to keep busy at least with projects. I have three major ones that I want to concentrate on.

Heart ‘o’ Darkness

Just to review, this one is a cross country road trip to find the heart of darkness that lurks within the heart of man. It’s current status, is stalled. I’m still trying to raise up the cash for a vehicle, and/or sponsorship. I think I should stop starting my emails and letters “The heart of darkness infects our nation like a malignant tumor, it is fed through ignorance and fear. This tumor’s name is Gibby. I plan to hunt down and cut it out of it’s host. Gimme money”

    Seriously, isn’t that so much better than “I’m going to drive the roads in a pattern to form a mis-shapen peace sign, freeload as much as possible, and harass countless people to conform to my version of peace. While I’m at it, I’m going to look down at them and be surprised when actual activists for peace think I’m on a joy ride”

    The Novel

    After 100 re-writes, attempts, read throughs, and trashings in workshops, I’m still working on it. I took a couple of breaks mostly because Ms. Brit was leaving and I wanted to spend time with her. Starting monday I’ll be returning to the WR, to start working on it again.

    On a side note, I hate the WR. Sort of, I like the concept and technically I like the room itself. I find the majority of people in that place sort of suck (sadly I only have one person in the whole thing I talk to), but the rest are rather snotty.

      Photography

      I’ve been photographing more, with the Holga mostly. I figured out the issues with the frames on it. I found most of my developing stuff, I need some minor stuff in the way of bottle and chemicals. I found a lab that I really like to handle my color needs. At home though, I have the room for my scanner, and the plan was simple. Develop my b&w here at the apartment, scan in the negatives, then photoshop and print.

        Guess what broke?

        The scanner, God hates me.



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        7/3/2007

        Nice Going Dipshit

        File under... On Writing — mylo @ 8:05 pm

        If you say there is going to be a plan B, make sure you have a goddamn plan B when you get back to it!



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        3/13/2007

        Old Friends - Bookends

        File under... Day to Day, On Writing — mylo @ 9:18 pm

        I’ve been in a real shitty mood since I lost out on that last place, on top of that I received my credit report.

        It’s not good. That stint on unemployment did a number on my credit.

        I needed to cheer up and quickly, because it was turning into one of those dark ones. I ran into some old friends, sort of.

        I found the Sega Genesis Collection, 28 video games that I loved and grew up with. That didn’t do it all the way, though.

        Last night I went to get coffee with some other writers in my class, and we discussed some stuff. That didn’t work but what did work was the speaker for my class. He gave me an idea, and it snowballed.

        A year ago I was working on a attempt for a novel, the problem was I loved the characters so much, but it in itself wasn’t gelling as a novel. It was a genuine kind of love, the kind of love that made me feel miserable when they were.

        I knew I needed a break from this one, a very short break, just so stuff is fresh, plus it was doing the infamous invade my normal conciousness. I mean writing a scene about someone freezing to death is cool. Seeing it around you when there is no reason to, is not. Taking cover when there are helicopters around, also not cool. So I decided to just nail out a short story. I made a few cracks at one, but I wasn’t feeling it. I liked the basic premise, but not the area or the people. It felt put on.

        Then the light bulb came on, I’ll use the characters from that original piece. They are still relatively fresh in my mind it’ll be like visiting an old friend! I also have all of my notes, and I know that place really well so the setting will be authentic.
        So I’m writing, and I’m on the third page within an hour, by then one of them had an abortion, another one is panhandling/dealing, the third is having a nervous breakdown.

        Lovely. I’m starting to realize why I haven’t beaten off the ladies with a stick in a long time, because I really am a sick asshole.



        2/25/2007

        Brain is fried

        File under... On Writing — mylo @ 2:03 am

        I’ve been writing for several hours now. I can always tell when it’s a good jag because it feels like a hangover when it’s done.

        My muse is like Kramer from Seinfeld, and I’m Jerry. I can be chilling in my apartment or whatever, and he just bursts in the door. After he grabs something in the fridge he sits me down at my computer and says “giddy up!” in that shaky spastic way of his.

        I giddy up and 7 to 10 pages later, I sort of snap out of it feeling woozy.

        It’s odd shit. I often thought that my muse would be more like Kate Winslet in some bodice ripper movie that I would have to find her, and save her from running her horse off a cliff.

        Nope, I’m from NYC and my muse has to be Kramer. Although I did have a choice of such luminaries as Mae West, Jackie Gleason, and Tonto from the original Lone Ranger TV show (he’s from Brooklyn, actually they all are). Although I sort of wish my muse had that tough guy Humprey Bogart deal. But I don’t think I would get any work done, because we’d smoke lucky strikes and drink scotch while making tough guy looks at everyone else in the writers room.

        Kramer though, I suppose it could be worse. It could be Mr. Costanza.



        1/9/2007

        A funny thing happend on the way to bean town

        File under... My Shitty Life, On Writing — mylo @ 9:01 pm

        So I’m packing up happily thinking about all the Red Sox fans I’m going to taunt, about my british friend who I’m going to point out where his people were slaughtered, and all the assholes I’m going to ask “Is it that hard to say car, or are you just retahded?”

        Then I get the email,

        I have processed your application and wanted to invite you in for a
tour.  I know this is last minute but I was wondering if you were
available tomorrow, Wednesday, at 4:00 p.m.?   Please let me know
either way.

        Oh crap it’s The Writers Room! I wasn’t expecting a reply back for months! Clint told me that they already contacted him, but still I didn’t think. Fuck! I’ve been looking to get away for months now. So I was about to ask to reschedule, I mean by 4 pm I was hoping to be halfway across conn.

        Then I began thinking, what if this is a test? What if they want to see my dedication by asking me to come at almost the last minute? What if someone else grabs my spot, and there will be no room.

        Then I was thinking “well I can always write at the office and home, right?”

        Put it this way I’m, still at work, I haven’t even opened up my laptop because I was so distracted by someones pet project. At home, I have to listen to fights in spainish, loud obnoxious salsa (or whatever it is), gun shots, and sirens until 2 am. Then it still goes on, but by then I’m too wiped to even notice.

        Then on the weekend the noise starts sometime on friday night, and goes on until 4am monday morning.

        I looked at my train ticket, and then I looked at my drafts. I sigh, and start putting everything back in it’s drawers.

        Fenway will still be there thursday.



        12/29/2006

        Milestone

        File under... On Writing — mylo @ 2:25 pm

        So I’ve been working on Project Kurtz for a little while now, and it’s going slowly. But it’s going. I haven’t been having much of a problem with a lack of material, because there is a vast amount of characters, and things to say. I will be needed to do some major editing, but at least I’m writing, or I would if there wasn’t two major issues.

        1. My apartment
        2. No real place to write.

        After work it takes me about an hour to get home, by then I’m skint on energy, and I have a 360 that’s a slutty temptress. On top of that the noise level is close to disgusting. So it’s hard for me to concentrate.

        To combat that I have been using my office, but I run into people still bugging me after hours, and work stuff I can’t get off my mind. So it takes me a little too long to get into it.

        The plus is all the caffiene I can drink though, which leaves me up until 3am, and late to work the next day.

        It’s a terrible state of affairs.

        Although I mentioned in a previous post how I hated everyone in my classes. That’s not entirely true, I hated everyone in my novel writing class. With the exception of three people tops. My intermediate fiction class for the most part I really liked them.Finish the novel punk, or else

        Sweet people all, helpful and not out there to tear you down. What I liked best about that class is when we gave each other tips, and asked outright questions about the actual act of writing. One of them lead to discussion of groups, and writers colonies.

        One of them, a very nice girl named Leslie mentioned the Writers Room and how she was a member. Very sweetly, she said she’ll definately be a reference for me to get me in. I needed to others, so I asked a very supportive teacher, and ol’ Clint.

        I applied two days ago, I’ve been waiting since then. Today I got an email, they received my application. They are going to process it and give me a tour.

        Neat.



        11/18/2006

        Last thing on the Clown

        File under... My Shitty Life, On Writing — mylo @ 4:58 pm

        Yeah it’s still bugging me.

        But the few things I learned from this is that

        1. It’ll be really funny with enough distance, and if I ever publish.
        2. People don’t believe me
        3. If they do believe me they think I’m calling the said person a clown, instead of the person literally being a clown.
        4. When I explain, that it really was a clown they really think it’s funny
        5. My pain and internal struggles are funny to the outside world.

        You may have won this battle patches, but you haven’t won the war.



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