Hey all, I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything; life has been getting in the way a little bit. Or at least, that’s what I’ve been telling myself. I’d like to blame it on the fact that I had a full-time contract job from August through November. Or how—in what were some of the worst weeks of my life—I nearly lost my best fuzzy friend in the world when my cat got really sick (something I’ve tried probably a dozen times to write about since but can’t quite find the words I need). I’ve got excuses up the wazoo about the holidays, and housework, and hobbies, and non-stop job hunting. But after spending the entire day staring at a blank page I have to acknowledge the fact that while all those things are certainly contributing factors, the real problem is that my heart simply hasn’t been in it lately.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I haven’t wanted to write for this blog, it’s that every time I sit down to post something I either end up staring at a blank page for hours and hours until I give up or if I do manage to put words on the page they all sound wrong. It looks and sounds like writer’s block but it feels more like a motivation issue than a lack of ideas. If writer’s block is like beating my head against a wall until something comes to me, this is like a candle that’s been blown out. One feels like an external issue, the other an internal one. Fortunately, this problem seems to be restricted to this particular medium and hasn’t affected the novel—which is plodding along steadily. Still, it’s a troubling issue and one I’m not sure how to resolve. I’m hoping by posting this I’ll spark something or at the very least lay the groundwork for getting back into the habit of blogging.
All this to say, I’m sorry for the prolonged absence and with a little patience and a lot of luck I hope to get this blog back up and running again soon.
It’s been about a year since I moved to Nashville from California and about six months since I started the Town Line Tuesday segment on this blog. I created Town Line Tuesdays in order to hold myself accountable for finishing my novel and I wanted to use this landmark to look at how far I’ve come in these six months.
Sometimes it’s easy to feel like I’m standing still, like I haven’t made any progress at all. But in the time since I’ve started Town Line Tuesdays I’ve kept up with my weekly writing sessions at a local coffee shop, I’ve worked out a solution to the flashback problem I’d been having, and, best of all, I’ve hit (and passed) the 100 page mark. So, overall, I feel like this blog segment has been doing a good job of keeping me focused and motivated. At least as far as the novel goes anyway. As far as this blog goes–both the Town Line Tuesday Segment and the blog as a whole–however, I feel like in addition to the struggle to come up with new content for this segment, my focus on Town Line Tuesday has gotten in the way of content creation for the rest of the blog a bit and I haven’t really done a great job of keeping up with either side of the blog lately either. All that to say that while Town Line Tuesdays have been a big help with the novel, I think for the sake of this blog, reducing Town Line Tuesday updates to twice a month and, in exchange, increasing the amount of regular content on the blog–meaning more book and movie reviews, more daily life stuff, and possibly more short fiction–is the best thing to do at this point in time. Anyway, thanks for sticking with me through this dry spell, y’all are great!
Last week, my friend Jake taught me how to play the Pokémon Trading Card Game. I know, I know, how can a self-proclaimed obsessed fan of Pokémon not know how to play the TCG? Don’t get me wrong, I do have a decent collection of Pokémon cards in a binder on my bookshelf at home but it’s exactly that, a collection–meant to look at and feel nostalgic not meant for playing purposes. Fun fact about me, never get me started on collecting anything, I will lose all impulse control and it will be a problem. Case in point, my collection of more than 100 Funko Pop figures currently packed away in a box somewhere because there simply isn’t space for all of them in my room right now. Anyway, the point is that no, I’ve never played the actual trading card game–although my friend Vicki and I used to make up our own rules for the game in elementary school because we thought the real way was too complicated…but I guess that probably doesn’t count.
Turns out the real game wasn’t nearly as complicated as I remember but then again I’m not ten anymore either. That’s not to say the game went well, however. I lost. Badly. We played three or four games and I couldn’t even come sort of close to beating Jake in any of them. He obliterated me. It was embarrassing. Now, I don’t consider myself a competitive person because while I always try my best to win, losing almost never bothers me. But this? this irked me. Maybe it’s because I see myself as something of a Pokémon expert and losing so badly felt a little like being exposed as an imposter. But it’s not like I’m all that competitive in Pokémon either, I enjoy the games for the collecting aspect and for the story I don’t take part in the online competitive battles so while I consider myself an expert I have no illusions of being–as Ash Ketchum would call it–a Pokémon Master as far as battling or strategy go. Still, losing to Jake bothered me. So I went home and downloaded the TCG app onto my iPad in order to hone my skills and prepare myself for a rematch I refused to lose. I’m proud to say that my training–combined with an entirely different deck–paid off big time. I won each of the three rematch games. As silly as it sounds, it was a win I really needed. It felt good to be reminded that sometimes you just need to get up when you fall and make sure you come back stronger than you were.
(Photo credit to my dad @kenhammond on Instagram)
It probably comes as no shock to you at this point that I am a major animal lover. Fuzzy, feathered, or scaly it doesn’t matter, I adore them all–to the point where for most of my childhood I wanted to be a vet or a dolphin trainer or a zookeeper–so the Nashville Zoo is something I’ve been wanting to do since we moved here in July but I haven’t had the chance until now. The past couple weeks my grandparents have been visiting from California which means we’ve been taking them on the usual Nashville tourist haunts: Civil War sites, Country Music Hall of Fame and Museum, the Parthenon and, my favorite, the Nashville Zoo. Of course, being from SoCal, I’ve grown up with some pretty amazing zoos such as the San Diego Zoo, San Diego Wild Animal Park, and LA Zoo, and while the Nashville Zoo was nowhere near as big as those and didn’t have nearly as many different animals–big cats are my favorites so I was a little disappointed that all the Nashville Zoo had were clouded leopards that I didn’t get to see because they weren’t out when I was there, and a couple cougars–it was still a really neat little zoo. My favorite animal that they had there (that I actually got to see anyway) were the red pandas. They were so fluffy and adorable and I’ve never wanted to sneak into an exhibit and steal an animal (or at least play with them till security dragged me away kicking and screaming) more in my life…I resisted the urge, obviously, pretty sure you’d have seen me on the news if I hadn’t. Still, they were beyond cute. My favorite experience, however, was definitely the kangaroo exhibit. Any exhibit where I get to touch a fuzzy animal is going to be an instant favorite for me so the kangaroo exhibit at the Nashville Zoo where you’re allowed to touch the roo’s (so long as they’re within reach of the path you have to stay on) won me over pretty quick. I mean I can now say I’ve pet a kangaroo–which was so much softer than I expected btw–how cool is that! Now if I can just find a zoo that’ll let me pet a red panda…
Hey everyone, I hope you all had a good holiday weekend–assuming you’re in the US of course. My grandparents have been in town the last couple weeks so I haven’t had a chance to post anything for a while. I’ve also been struggling with a bit of writer’s block as far as this blog is concerned, particularly Town Line Tuesdays. It’s not because I’ve hit a roadblock with the novel–to the contrary, I feel like I’ve actually been moving forward with that pretty well lately–but as I feared when I started this segment on the blog, I’m having trouble coming up with topics that aren’t too spoiler-y which is why updates haven’t been as regular as I’d like. That being said, if anyone has any suggestions or requests for writing and/or novel related topics you’d like to see featured here please leave a comment, I’d greatly appreciate it. In the meantime, having family in town for two weeks means I’ve got material for at least one non-novel-related post later this week and, regardless of whether or not I get any replies I’ll hopefully have an actual post for next week’s Town Line Tuesday. Thanks for your patience and support, y’all are great.
So last weekend my parents and I went to the Nashville Exotic Pet Expo because we wanted to look at hedgehogs. I’ve been to Pet Expos back when we lived in California but I’d never been to an exotic pet show before and it was so cool! There were so many different and amazing animals, some of them I got to touch and others I just got to look at, some were for sale and others were just being shown off by their proud pet parents. I tried to take a lot of pictures but I couldn’t get pictures of everything. There were a bunch of snakes and a ton of lizards including iguanas and chameleons and some amphibians like frogs and axolotls. On the more fuzzy and cuddly side of things there were the expected animals like bunnies and hedgehogs and sugar gliders but also some crazy things like a baby fennec fox, monkeys, baby ring-tailed lemurs, and cutest of all a baby coatimundi–a South American cousin of the raccoon that I’m glad wasn’t for sale because I’m pretty sure all three of us would’ve had a really hard time not buying it. We went in search of hedgehogs because I’ve wanted one for a while now–and I even got to hold a baby hedgehog it was so tiny and shy!–but as an animal lover the entire show was just a really cool experience and I wanted to take home pretty much every animal I saw. Although I went in thinking I wanted a hedgehog, my favorite animals at the show–other than the coati–actually ended up being the sugar gliders. They were so cute and soft and the ones at this one booth just wanted to climb all over their people and sleep in their shirts and pockets and while I definitely need to do some serious research first, the people at the booth made them seem like great, loving pets. I wonder what the cats would think.
Magic and technology, kingdoms and queendoms and distant planets, alternate universes and mysterious galaxies, magical creatures and alien races, to name but a few of all the little pieces that go into building elaborate fantasy and sci-fi worlds. World-building is a key part of writing fantasy and sci-fi, it’s a fun and creative process but also a necessary one—even magic worlds of make-believe need some sort of rules and structure, without them you’ve got nothing but chaos and your readers won’t be able to follow what’s going on let alone suspend disbelief the way they should. Still, while world-building is a lot of fun when it’s all in my head—seriously I could spend all day lost in imagining worlds of my own design—I’ve found that getting it onto the page is…less fun. The problem with putting the world-building on the page is that it, by very definition, needs to be done through exposition (the placement of often very wordy explanations of important background information into a story) and honestly, I don’t much like reading exposition let alone writing it. Don’t get me wrong, exposition, while annoying, is very important and I do actually find its contents interesting (most of the time anyway) it just has a way of completely bogging down the story.
I’m currently reading Ready Player One by Ernest Cline and let me tell you, the first six chapters were a pain to get through. The prologue explaining the contest was one thing, it set up the premise of the story nicely and it was all necessary information at that point in the narrative. The next six chapters however…well as interesting as I find the OASIS and I have to admit the background about Halliday is certainly necessary for Parzival’s solving of the puzzles but nothing happens in those six chapters. Parzival goes to school and does almost nothing there and the rest of the sixty-odd pages are nothing but exposition. Maybe it’s just me but personally I’d prefer the author trust the reader a little more to figure out what’s going on through context and small bits of exposition spaced out throughout the novel and interspersed with action rather than dumping everything on us all at once at the start of the story. Maybe you like your world-building all at once at the beginning of a book because when you’re finished, once you’ve earned the action after slogging through all the background muck, you at least know what’s going on and you can sit back and enjoy the ride. But I’ve got to say, I actually don’t mind being somewhat confused at the start of the book, I relish figuring things out on my own and the twists and turns in the plot that slowly reveal the secrets of the world I’m immersed in keep me coming back for more when pages upon pages of exposition exhaust me to the point of wanting to walk a way rather than keep trudging forward.
This reading preference really shows itself in my writing, I like to play things close to the vest, revealing things only when the plot demands it. Sometimes this dislike of heavy exposition and descriptive language works to my disadvantage as I sometimes struggle with making sure scenes are as descriptive as they need to be but it’s something I am constantly working on. As for world-building in The Demon of New Salem, since the novel takes place in our world—albeit our world with magic—the primary pieces I have to worry about building are my fictional town of New Salem, creating lore for the Supernaturals, and of course creating a system of magic and rules for how magic works and doesn’t work—which is what I am currently trying to work out during my writing sessions at my local coffee shop. It’s funny how given that magic is something that doesn’t exist, and can therefore theoretically operate any way I want it to, has me spending quite a bit of time researching… I’m sure my Google search history from my last writing session looks like that of a novice Wicca. Unfortunately, since magic isn’t real, it hasn’t been super helpful, but at least it helps to get some idea as to what plants and incantations supposedly do what so I have a place to jump off from when creating my system. Now to figure out how to put the pieces I have worked out to paper without falling into the trap of wordy and complicated exposition. It’s all about balance I suppose.