I start this entry without a clear direction of what I plan to say. I’m in a very odd place with my writing at the moment, and I’ve written some about it in the past few weeks. The largest, looming issue is confidence, and it’s one that is not so easily faced down. Apparently this isn’t so uncommon in writers; many writers have written of a period where they faced down a crisis of confidence. Mine seems to come and go in waves. One day I’m feeling fine and bold, the next day I’m certain that I’m missing some vital piece of information that dooms my works. Like I said, I’ve written about it before, but I think the problem, 100%, comes down to over-thinking the process. I’ve gotten so wrapped up in the questions of the craft and the process itself that I’ve lost sight of what makes my artistic urge tick: the need to have fun.
That’s a central question that I’ve been grappling with: does all this analysis of what makes a story tick kill the fun of writing? Everywhere I see blog posts dedicated to wringing out every little detail of writing a story. Hell, I’m guilty of it myself. I need a break from it all, though. I think sometimes the doing is just as important as the analysis. The analysis has helped me to a point, but I’ve also ended up sweating every little detail, thus crippling myself with anxiety. I want to have fun. I thought I had decided this, but it keeps coming back and biting me on the ass. I’m just not sure why I keep hammering on these questions. My guess is it’s the sense of need a deadline to push me and I keep setting them up in my mind, even though I know it’s unhealthy.
Bah, I know this, too, will pass. In the meantime, I’ve nearly finished my second pass on The Station. I think I mentioned it last week, but this short story forms a narrative bridge between The Corridors of the Dead and City of the Dead, venturing 9,000 years into the past to examine just, exactly, where Tommy came from, and more on the nature of the Acolytes. This short story will also be incorporated into City of the Dead, but I think it works as a standalone, as well. Hoping to have a cover fairly soon, so we can get this party started.
Also, today is the day for the new Found Music update! Real quick, I’m sharing a chunk of the neo-swing revival known as 13 O’Clock:
We have an interesting one for you this week, folks. Remember the big swing revival of the 90s? You couldn’t throw a stone without hitting a Big Bad Voodoo Daddy or Royal Crown Revue. I have to admit that I enjoyed it a lot, and was somewhat disappointed when the whole thing fizzled out. Don’t get me wrong, I couldn’t listen to the stuff 24/7, but every now and then I enjoyed putting on a neo-swing CD. By this year, I’d almost forgotten the whole thing existed. It seems almost like a fever dream, only you sometimes stumble across the relics of that era.
This album is one such relic. Falling squarely in the middle of the revival, Columbus, Ohio’s 13 o’Clock fuses swing, rockabilly, and surf in an infectious blend that had me hooked from the very first song right on through to the end.
So head on over and check it out. You won’t be disappointed.