In a rare turn of events, someone wrote about me. A columnist I’ve been following on and off for years named Michael Fitzgerald in my old home town of Stockton, California did a nice little write up about yours truly in his blog. I’m honored!
Read it here quick before he changes his mind and takes it down: RecordNet Blogs
I’m yet “another crazy Stockton writer.” Big smiles here. I like that description.
To all my friends and family out in Stockton, let me be the first to wish you “Happy Holidays!”
I have discovered the most wonderful set of albums. I don’t even remember where I came across them, probably from someone’s blog. (You know how when you visit someone’s blog and they have some annoying music playing the moment you pull it up, which alerts everyone in the office that you’re goofing off and not actually working? Well, in this case it paid off and I was glad of it.) The music is psychedelic and hypnotic and as intrusive or unobtrusive as you want it to be, which to me is amazing in itself. Now that I have kids living with me again, the television is always on, and the television makes it very hard for me to write. So I put on my iPod and queue up some music to drown it out, but the music can’t be such that it, too, distracts from my concentration.
So thus Shpongle enters my life. I don’t think I’ve been this in love with music since I first discovered Pink Floyd in the 70′s. I stumbled upon it on the net, was completely wowed by it, and went searching for more. It turns out that it’s really hard to find unless — thank God — you look on iTunes.
I know, people who’ve known about Shpongle for years will simply nod at me and say, “Where have you been?”
Well, who knows? I’ve been lost, wandering, searching to be Shpongled for years, and now that I have accepted Shpongle into my life I know that it is everything that hallucinogenic drugs were supposed to be, but weren’t: mind expanding, creativity enhancing, and inspiring. Especially if you’re into writing way out, freaky Science Fiction and/or Fantasy. Which I am.
And so here’s my rave review, years late, but better than never. Shpongle is the bee’s knees.
If you want a surreal experience (without drugs), put on your iPod and take a lonely walk in the woods at night while listening The End by The Doors. Don’t turn the music down, and do not take off the headphones… no matter what you think might be watching you.
So, people do still read this. [Hi Tim! Hi Alex! And hi Alexandra!]
I just now cracked 20,000 words on this story, which means I’m about 1/5 the way through the novel (give or take 10,000 words). Barring delays and other natural disasters, I just might finish the first draft by January. I would be quite happy with that.
Right now in fact, the novel is sitting at exactly 20,001 words.
I spent part of Black Friday sitting at Starbucks, writing, while my daughters wandered the mall looking for bargains. Bear in mind this was between 5:30 and 7:30 am. We came home, ate a bit, and proceeded to fall dead asleep until late this afternoon. So now here it is 12:30 am on Saturday and I am wide awake.
I have a question. Besides my buddy Tim, does anyone even read this blog anymore?
As far as the NaNoWriMo word count goes, I don’t have a snowball’s chance in the Sahara of making it. Doesn’t matter, I’m still working on the book, and at a pace that is more agreeable with my life. What the NaNo did for me this year, though, is light the fire under my lily-white buttocks to actually start working on a story I’ve been wanting to write for a couple years now.
I bought myself a birthday present. The brand new clip-and-go iPod Shuffle. I knew it was small, I knew it was cool, but I had no idea how freaking awesome it sounds! I love this little thing. It’s perfect for me. I expect to be wearing it a lot when I write.
I entered into this world forty-six freaking years ago today.
And I’m still alive!
As far as the NaNoWriMo goals go, I’m too far behind to ever hope to make the word-count goal. I don’t care! The novel is going well and I’m happy with it. It’s a fun little fantasy romp and I’m enjoying it. ‘Nuff said.
It seems someone has hacked into my older daughter’s email and MySpace and locked her out of it. I also know this person has been trying to get into MY accounts. I know who it is, because I have an IP address trail on my web server.
Stop it, Chris. I can have you thrown in jail, and don’t think I won’t. Knock it off.