Gremlins In My Wings!

28 01 2012

I recognized something today. This blogging thing, the whole business? You know what this is?

What? No, that’s not a trick question. Huh? No, I don’t mean business like that. Sure, technically I am trying to sell something but it’s not that. Hey, put your pants back on! Geez.

Like I was saying, it’s more than just me spitting bizarre squabble over random pixels on the screen. It’s a resource. For you, for me. The design idea here is I’m trading you for your time. You get entertained, I get some views. Some personal investment of your day. That’s huge.

I’m writing a book. That’s my current big project and something goofy has happened to it. And I don’t mean in a semi autistic, sentient, talking dog sort of way either. It’s a lot worse than that.

I’m not going to say I hit a wall because that’s just absurd. I have come to recognize over time that the concept of “Writer’s Block” as some mythical word smithing boogeyman is a misleading one. Hell, let’s just call it outright stupid. The block is more of a self-imposed nuisance. A symptom of a much greater problem.


But that is for another time.

I have a mostly finished novel right now. Why do I say mostly?

That would be because I keep rewriting bits of the bloody thing. I have a solid idea. I’m just a little indecisive about how I’m wrapping it up. Of the three different endings I’ve hammered out, I’ve liked zero of them. And in terms of a book being successful, that’s a problem. Not having an ending disqualifies you.


That is a formula that just doesn’t work.

So not only can I not continue with the publication process due to, oh I don’t know, not having the damn thing done, it’s also delaying my push to an editor. I can’t send out an unfinished product for edits anymore then I could get half a novel into a Barnes and Noble.

So why tell you all this?

Because you’re my resource. This blog exists for me as much as it exists for you. I ramble, it helps me to assign an identity to my problem. It’s like the premise in that Warlock movie. Say the true name of God and reality unravels. I speak the true name of my woe and it melts away.



It’s like therapy. Kill your demons. Exorcise their pompous, leathery back sides and they pester you no more.