About a fortnight ago I had the internet connected at my house. This is a fairly novel experience for me, as I've spent the last six years without it. My only regular internet access has been through my job.
One of the fears I had when connecting was that it would impact my writing. You're all on the internet, you know what it's like. It's distracting. If there's anything that the internet is good at, it's distracting people. I could be watching Bert and Ernie on Youtube right now instead of typing this. I was rightly afraid that I would spend all my time watching or reading frivolous nonsense (as opposed to writing frivolous nonsense, a much more noble pursuit).
Fortunately, my fears were unfounded. In fact, quite the opposite has been true. Just a few minutes before this I finished working on The Lightless Labyrinth for the night. It's the fourteenth night in a row that I've done some writing for that novel. This is a record for me; I have never had such a period of sustained productivity before this. Not every day has been a winner. There was a day where I only managed 80 words, and a few were I didn't break 200. Nevertheless, it was progress. Even a small step is a move forward.
Part of it is that I started tweeting my word counts every day, as well as keeping track of how many days I have written consecutively. I don't know if anyone is paying attention, but it's enough that I believe there could be. I don't want to disappoint my phantom audience. The incentive to write gets larger the further I go, as well; the higher my consecutive days count goes, the more reluctant I become to break that streak. There has been at least one night where I banged out a couple of paragraphs at 3am just to maintain my run.
It hasn't all been positive, of course. I'm getting a lot less sleep than before. I often procrastinate, and don't start writing until after midnight. In general, I just waste a lot of time. I get distracted. Again, it's what the internet is good for.
On the other hand, I get motivated. I get inspired to create. The internet is good for that, too.
PROGRESS THIS WEEK:
The Lightless Labyrinth: 2,514 words
Marvel Guidebook 1961: 342 words
OTHER TIME-WASTING ACTIVITIES:
What I've Been Reading:
The CRPG Addict blog by Chester Bolingbroke
Thuvia, Maid of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs
What I've Been Watching:
The Walking Dead season 4
WWE Raw and Smackdown (It is Wrestlemania season, after all!)
What I've Been Playing:
The Dungeon (aka pedit5)
Rogue
At the moment, the only work I have with any widespread availability is Jack Manley and the Warlord of Infinity. It's a straightforward action-adventure story and that's all I intended it to be. It touches on some deeper themes (which I'm not about to elaborate here; I leave that for the analysts), but at the end of the day it's about a man punching another man in the face.
Still, I've long believed that even the simplest stories have something to say. Take, for example, the average Marvel super-hero story written by Stan Lee. Many of them follow a formula: hero fights villain and is defeated, hero mopes, hero comes back and defeats villain with brains/guts/a-gadget-whipped-up-in-three-p
And here's the thing: I can spot a Stan Lee story from a mile away (you can tell them by the exclamation points). I've read so many of the bloody things by now that his style is imprinted on my brain, and if I read a one sentence plot outline I could safely tell you what the theme would be, and what Lee was trying to say. He's created such a large body of work that it's possible to get a very good handle on how he thinks, and the things he feels are important. (As an aside: you should all go read Lee's Spider-Man, Fantastic Four and Thor comics. They're amazing. Also check out Silver Surfer if you want to see a silver alien on a surfboard angsting about what a bunch of giant cocks the human race is.)
That's what I think I need to do: just create a body of work, even if nobody is buying it. Even if I'm not trying to say anything, eventually some meaning will accrue through sheer volume, a meaning and outlook thats intrinsically mine. I'd like to think that, at the very least, my son could one day read through my work and get a better sense of who I was, and my views on life. Or that I could write a hollow yet exciting thriller novel that sells millions and allows me to retire to Spain for tax purposes. Or the meaning thing. That would probably be better.
WHAT ELSE I'M WORKING ON
I have three major projects on the go at the moment. I'm nearly finished a first draft of part 1 of The Lightless Labyrinth. Once that's done I might fling it out into the wild to be savaged by vicious alpha readers. I've nailed down a format for the Marvel Guidebook I'm working on, and am now knuckling down to do the writing. I plan on creating a test volume containing all the Marvel super-hero comics from 1961 (all three of them!) just to see how it comes out and whether it actually makes for a good read or not. Finally, I've just about hashed out the story for Jack Manley and the Interchronal Deathmatch Tournament, which will be the opening storyline if I decide to go ahead with an ongoing serial. Now all I need is a work ethic.
OTHER TIME-WASTING ACTIVITIES
What I've Been Reading
About Time Vol. 5 by Tat Wood and Lawrence Miles
Tarzan and the Jewels of Opar by Edgar Rice Burroughs
What I've Been Watching
Red Dwarf seasons 7 & 8
The Walking Dead season 4
Pacific Rim
World War Z
What I've Been Listening To
Hello Nasty by The Beastie Boys
What I've Been Playing
Super Mario Galaxy on the Nintendo Wii