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The Writing of Things
Aug. 13th, 2011 12:33 pmPondering the wide world of writing is pretty fucking wacky. Started posting links of my stuff to Reddit and Stumbleupon. This has led to dramatically increased views, and a handful of comments from people I don't know. My article about which fictional characters you want on your offensive zombie team is doing pretty well. One pithy commenter took the time to say simply "Fuck Legolas." In all honesty, I do not entirely disagree--except that I am a chick, and I'd be very surprised to learn that Legolas swings that way. Anyway, I'm not exactly sure why I think it's so important for me to share my thoughts with the interwebs, execpt that I can get paid for it, and I'm still trying to get people to read (and buy) my books. I think they're pretty good...the books, I mean.
Every time I think someone might benefit from one of my many musings, I check out the bazillion other assholes online who thought the same thing--and how very little I care about their poorly formed, hideously grammatized excuse for prose/opinion/thought. I like to think I'm smarter than the average bear; but given the average intelligence of said bears--that's not anything to write home about. Still, I have articles planned about how commercial news is killing us, why people refrain from calling horror stories horror, a few pieces on my favorite iPhone Aps (that one was assigned), and one on how 9/11 changed me--also assigned. I have to ask myself, Why would anyone, anywhere give a single rat's ass how 9/11 changed me?
Reading a review copy of a YA zombie novel that isn't nearly as shitty as I was expecting. In fact, it's pretty funny and good. A lot of people look down on YA fiction as being "immature." Far as I can tell, it's the same as adult fiction with less swearing and no graphic sex or violence. Surely a novel doesn't become shitty simply because people aren't fucking and disemboweling each other on every page. Still pondering the possibility of writing some scary kids books--I really wish I could quit my fucking day job and spend some real time on what I really want to do.
My new chair kicks ass. If you hadn't heard, I lost my sitting exercise ball in a freak popping accident. I got this giant comfy desk chair that looks like what Henry VIII would sit in while he finished his zombie novel.
Speaking of zombie novels, when the fuck did the Christian morals-infused zombie novel become a viable subgenre? Seriously, when? Only Kim Paffenroth should be doing this, no one else appears to be good at it. I take that back, I would not say Paffenroth's stuff is actually about cramming faux morals down our throats.
Gonna be putting my Ladies of Villainy series up somewhere else, after some minor fine-tuning. Just need to decide where. The site I wrote them with is now defunct, but those are good articles that only about 100 people actually saw and read. Until I can afford and agent and/or PR person, I should probably keep a tight grip on anything I'm putting out for public consumption.
Mildred Pierce on HBO is well acted and well produced. Damn, it's depressing. If Kate Winslet is having this hard a time, what hope do the rest of us have? I must say though, she's hooking up with a lot more men that I expected from a story set in the 1930's.
Movies I've seen and dug recently:
Last House on the Left (remake)
The Reef
Harry Potter 7.2
Predators
Movies I'm looking forward to:
Rise of the Planet of the Apes
Don't Be Afraid of the Dark
Fright Night (remake)
Dark Knight Rises
Harry Potter 8...What? They aren't? How could it be the last--
Son of a BITCH.
Sometimes I'm so morose at the thought of no more Harry Potter that I consider making a fanfic, despite my well-known hatred for the public literary masturbation that is fanfic.
But wouldn't it be cool if a totally insane wizard only communicated with paintings of people he made up himself? Yeah...that might be fun.
Happy Birthday to my brother, Mark.
He hates when I call him my "little brother" which makes sense, since he's about a head taller than me.
Every time I think someone might benefit from one of my many musings, I check out the bazillion other assholes online who thought the same thing--and how very little I care about their poorly formed, hideously grammatized excuse for prose/opinion/thought. I like to think I'm smarter than the average bear; but given the average intelligence of said bears--that's not anything to write home about. Still, I have articles planned about how commercial news is killing us, why people refrain from calling horror stories horror, a few pieces on my favorite iPhone Aps (that one was assigned), and one on how 9/11 changed me--also assigned. I have to ask myself, Why would anyone, anywhere give a single rat's ass how 9/11 changed me?
Reading a review copy of a YA zombie novel that isn't nearly as shitty as I was expecting. In fact, it's pretty funny and good. A lot of people look down on YA fiction as being "immature." Far as I can tell, it's the same as adult fiction with less swearing and no graphic sex or violence. Surely a novel doesn't become shitty simply because people aren't fucking and disemboweling each other on every page. Still pondering the possibility of writing some scary kids books--I really wish I could quit my fucking day job and spend some real time on what I really want to do.
My new chair kicks ass. If you hadn't heard, I lost my sitting exercise ball in a freak popping accident. I got this giant comfy desk chair that looks like what Henry VIII would sit in while he finished his zombie novel.
Speaking of zombie novels, when the fuck did the Christian morals-infused zombie novel become a viable subgenre? Seriously, when? Only Kim Paffenroth should be doing this, no one else appears to be good at it. I take that back, I would not say Paffenroth's stuff is actually about cramming faux morals down our throats.
Gonna be putting my Ladies of Villainy series up somewhere else, after some minor fine-tuning. Just need to decide where. The site I wrote them with is now defunct, but those are good articles that only about 100 people actually saw and read. Until I can afford and agent and/or PR person, I should probably keep a tight grip on anything I'm putting out for public consumption.
Mildred Pierce on HBO is well acted and well produced. Damn, it's depressing. If Kate Winslet is having this hard a time, what hope do the rest of us have? I must say though, she's hooking up with a lot more men that I expected from a story set in the 1930's.
Movies I've seen and dug recently:
Last House on the Left (remake)
The Reef
Harry Potter 7.2
Predators
Movies I'm looking forward to:
Rise of the Planet of the Apes
Don't Be Afraid of the Dark
Fright Night (remake)
Dark Knight Rises
Harry Potter 8...What? They aren't? How could it be the last--
Son of a BITCH.
Sometimes I'm so morose at the thought of no more Harry Potter that I consider making a fanfic, despite my well-known hatred for the public literary masturbation that is fanfic.
But wouldn't it be cool if a totally insane wizard only communicated with paintings of people he made up himself? Yeah...that might be fun.
Happy Birthday to my brother, Mark.
He hates when I call him my "little brother" which makes sense, since he's about a head taller than me.
