Messages in a bottle

I think there must be something wrong with me. The other day I passed ten thousand words on my new novel.  It’s a milestone for me; it means that the new book is a real thing, not just an idea for a book, but it is becoming a significant piece of writing (and a good one, I think).  I’m excited about it, and the words seem to come out of my head and onto the page pretty easily so far, and a few magical times I have had that experience where things just seem to flow out from some external...

The Unexamined Life

I have spent most of my life completely unaware of myself.  I just did things one after another without stopping for a moment to question my own motivations without regard for my own safety and future well being.  There were times, events, that changed me, altered my future, my perceptions of the world, that changed the way I believed how life was supposed to work, and until embarrassingly recently these things went unexamined. I have lived my life without any idea why I was doing anything. The characters in Antiartists do this; they do things without any understanding of themselves,...

Doing the Important Things

“I don’t really understand writing and I’m not sure I want to.  I just know that for some obscure internal reason, I need to do it.” – Irvine Welsh, author of Trainspotting, Filth, The Acid House, Glue, etc, etc, etc There are a lot of books out there about how to write a novel, how to get started and how to keep a schedule and how to apply discipline to your writing.  I’m sure that they sometimes inspire a new writer to apply these concepts to his or her own process and are an invaluable resource for these people. Call me...

Fearlessly Honest

There is a pretty common myth out there about being creative and being messed up, in that it seems that we create better art if we are wrecked.   In a way, the myth isn’t a myth at all.  We do seem to create good stuff when we are messed up, when we are flayed open and ruined, when the world is a weight and there’s nothing to do but crawl into a bottle, to hide behind chemical curtains until things don’t hurt anymore.  We do create good stuff when were messed up.  You can see it in the wreckage that...

Planting Ideas…

So the characters in my book get up to some pretty harmful shit, self harm and vandalism and worse.  The other night, I had a chilling thought: what if I give someone ideas?  What if there’s a kid out there that just needs the seed, the impulse, the implicit permission and then takes the ideas from the page and applies them to the real world? There’s evidence for this idea already.  About ten years ago I was invited to a fight club.  A real one.  Literally a group of dudes that met up in a basement, put on some thrash...