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No More Stupid Words

This’ll be my last blog for the foreseeable future. Two reasons for this.

1. Time Seems like I’m at an all time low on free time, which may or may not be true. Could be that changes in my life over the years have altered how I use my free time. Same amount of free time, just used differently with not much left over to concentrate on blogging. I don’t know.

I don’t write posts fast, either. It’s rare I spit out a coherent post in one shot. Usually, I write down some thoughts and rework them until I have a readable post. When it’s all said and done, it’s probably the one and only thing I’ll get done in an evening. Maybe two evenings if the post needs extra sprucing. But since I’m only posting weekly (at least trying to) this shouldn’t be that bad if I want to keep blogging. This brings me to reason two:

2. Interest It’s pretty much gone. My motivation to blog was initially a desire to build a following to help me sell my books once I started publishing. It was fun to do, but some weeks I’d be struggling to think of something to talk about. I know many you guys have told me you like everything I talk about and I love that. But there are plenty of posts I’ve scrapped because they had zero substance. The fact that the stuff I post is well received tells me my instincts are pretty good for what to post.

Anyway . . .

At some point, I came to the conclusion that the only way to build a book following was to write good books. Blogging and social media does give you a presence and helps you make friends, but, in my opinion, it’s not how your books are sold. It might be how you get interest in your books, but if they’re no good, all that time spent blogging was kind of a waste. At least in terms of getting book readers. For other things like fun, making friends and finding a writing voice, it’s great. If you have the time.

In my case, it became clearer and clearer that I could only focus on blogging OR writing. No fifty-fifty split and certainly nothing where I concentrated on one with intensity and the other when I could get to it. This is when my interest started to dwindle. I thought shifting my focus to writing whatever I felt like would help, but it was just a band aid. The Dwindle bus continued on to Quitsville.

And now we come to today where I say goodbye to blogging. Maybe not forever, but for a while. I could be shooting myself in the foot with my social media presence, but it’s kind of pointless to me if I don’t write. Because the passion for writing hasn’t dwindled.

I want to publish my fiction. I really do.

And not just for me, because my time on this blog hasn’t been a total waste. It’s been a wonderful learning experience which has lead to meeting some awesome people who are now my friends. It’s you happy few I’m writing for. I hope you like what I come up with. I hope you can’t wait to find out what happens next. And if you tell a friend about me, well, that’s a nice bonus.

So, please excuse me while I go write some fiction.

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Finding Hope in the Face of Hate

I have to admit, when I started seeing news reports about the Boston Marathon bombings, I felt all the common emotions: anger, sadness, fear. But they were dulled. Like I expect these things will happen. It’s a depressing outlook, especially when I think about the influence of hate. I’m sure there were people watching the news who were glad it happened. Maybe some of them have children they’re teaching this hate to. What type of a person are they going to grow up to be? Well I got my answer in an article from the NY Post about Libby Phelps Alvarez leaving the Westboro Baptist Church.

If you’ve never heard of Westboro, they are, hands down, the most hateful church I know of. They are the people who will picket the funeral of a homosexual to tell their family and friends their loved one is going to hell. They hold up signs that say things like, Thank God for 9/11 or AIDS Cures Fags. Nice, right? And the crowds at these demonstrations are all ages, so it’s not uncommon to see small children holding signs or wearing t-shirts sporting their disgusting slogans. Imagine that for a moment; growing up in a cult of hate. Kind of seems like your life is doomed before it starts.

So, I’m reading about Libby’s life growing up in the church and it’s mind-blowing. There are around seventy members, all related in some way and the kids weren’t encouraged to make friends outside that circle. When they did hang out, it wasn’t at the movies or the mall. It was a picket line because that what they did . . . every day. Church sermons, according to Libby, were topical, but always lead back to how homosexuality is dooming the country. But through all the daily lessons of hate, Libby sensed something wasn’t right.

Her initial reaction to 9/11 was like most people’s, but when she got home, the rest of her family was celebrating. Saying that God was punishing America. It didn’t feel right, but she went along with it because it was all she knew.

Another time she had a similar conflict when she met her soon to be good friend, Blake. She never asked, but always had a feeling he was a homosexual. But he was always nice and friendly with her, despite knowing full well what family she was from. Again, she had this conflict of what she felt vs what she was taught.

The final straw came when she was on vacation with her sister. They took a photo of themselves in their bikinis and when the church got wind of it, they confronted her. The initial problem with the photo ballooned into a much bigger issue because she had the gall to stand up for herself.

Two days later she moved out and left the church for good. Once her parents found out, they told her they never wanted to speak to her again. I wouldn’t put it past them to use their own daughter’s story as an example to reinforce their hateful brainwashing.

But that’s not the end of Libby’s story. Not only was she able to escape the cult of hate, she now works with an organization fighting for gay equality. And the icing on the cake is that two of her sisters and a cousin have recently left the church too.

I know there’s a lot of hate in the world, but in most cases, it’s not who the person really is. It’s more like a sickness hiding the good. This story gives me hope that there’s a way out.

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Read, Enjoy, Quietly Move On

I really do want to journal once a week, but some weeks I have nothing to say. It’s weird because I always have things on my mind, but they don’t always come together in a coherent way. I seem to hit these dry spells periodically. Blog, blog, blog, then . . . nothing. I kind of feel like this is a symptom of my introversion because in real life there are days when I have lots to say and other days when I don’t. I’m fine with that in terms of my blogging because I’m not actively trying to build a following.

This change in blogging attitude is probably another reason weeks can go by without me having anything to say. I used to be focused on pop culture topics and for a while, I was on a pretty good system of two topics a week. But that’s not where my head is anymore. There’s so many people talking pop culture that I’d be better off getting a job with one of them if that’s what I really wanted to write about. Now I prefer talking about me and what’s on my mind.

According to my stats, this blog isn’t found much by new people. On top of that, email subscribers can read a full post without clicking to the site. So I have no clue who reads this blog, who likes it, who doesn’t. It’s like shouting into a void of nothing. I like that. I like that someone might read a post, enjoy it, and move on without me knowing. Maybe that person comes back or maybe the one post was all he needed. Maybe he’s a big fan, but isn’t the type to comment. I can relate. I read plenty of articles without commenting because I’ve got nothing to add. But the idea that people are passing through the Internet and might be affected by something I wrote is pretty cool.

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I’m Speechless About Why I’m Always Speechless

I’ve got issues with my smarts in that I feel I’m lacking them. It’s not that I think I’m dumb, but I don’t think I have all that much knowledge. It’s one of the factors that makes me uncomfortable when I meet new people. Everyone in the conversation (All people meeting for the first time) seems to know a fair amount about the various topics being thrown around. Everyone but me. So, I stay silent unless I’m absolutely sure what I have to add won’t make me sound stupid. Needless to say, me speaking to new people doesn’t happen much.

Thank goodness for my wife. She can talk to ANYONE with ease. It’s like watching a magic trick and as long as she’s with me, she does the talking for both of us. The thing is, I wish she didn’t have to.

In a few weeks we’re going to her high school reunion. I have no clue how many people are going, but they’ll all be new to me and for once, I’d like to have things to say. No so much because I care what strangers think of me. I just want to feel like I fit in with the rest of world. And I don’t want my wife to have to tell people, despite my silence, I’m having a good time.

The good news is I know my problem with social situations, which is less a problem and just who I am. I’m introverted, which carries a host of traits including brain freeze when under pressure. Like in groups of people I don’t know. I didn’t know much about introversion, so I figured if found some books that could explain why I’m this way, I’d feel okay at the reunion and . . . life in general.

I found two. The first one, Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking, is really interesting because it goes into the societal changes in America that created the terms introvert and extrovert. It also goes into the shift in extroversion being the more desired personality. I’m only fifty pages in, but reading about where the terms came from and what society thinks about each group (Extroverts outnumber introverts two to one) is giving me a lot of insight into myself.

The other one, The Introvert Advantage: How to Thrive in an Extrovert World, hasn’t gone that deep into the history like Quiet. What’s it’s done is given me numerous examples explaining why my brain works the way it does. Here’s a particular line that struck me:

Many introverts don’t feel as if they know enough about a subject until they know almost everything.

It’s not often I feel like a book was written specifically for me, but the author could’ve easily have replaced “introverts” with “Andrew.” I’m guessing after I finish the book, I’ll conclude it should’ve been titled The Andrew Advantage.

But it’s not enough to tell me I need to know everything before I think I know anything, the author tells me why:

  1. Introverts can imagine the vastness of any subject.
  2. Since we have experienced our minds going blank, we overcompensate by acquiring as much information as we can.
  3. Since we don’t always say what we’re thinking, we don’t get a lot of feedback to tell us we know more than we think we do.

Well . . . well shit. This author has me pegged. In a paragraph she managed to explain why I’ve spent my whole life feeling awkward in groups of people.

I’m glad I bought both books because of the different, yet awesome perspectives on the same subject. As a gatherer of information, this is essential. I feel a little better about the reunion and might be more inclined to talk since I probably know more than I think I do. If anybody reading this is introverted and wants to learn more about yourself, I highly recommend these books.

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Hooray!

So, I woke up to a fantastic email from Susan saying my latest piece had voice! That’s like Simon Cowell telling me, Yes, you CAN be an American Idol!

I’ll leave it at that for now because I need to get ready for work. Hooray!

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Word Of Mouth Or Bust

If I wasn’t already convinced of the power of word of mouth, the Veronica Mars movie proves it beyond a shadow of a doubt. This cancelled TV show has been off the air for ten years. Since then, show creator Rob Thomas (The other Rob Thomas) has been working to get a movie made.

Kickstarter was his last ditch effort.

If he could prove to Warner Bros (The guys who own the show) that there was enough interest in a movie, they’d pay for marketing, distribution, etc. So, Wednesday morning the campaign was started with a two million dollar goal to make within thirty days. But, TEN YEARS. That’s a long time to forget about the show.

The goal was reached in ten hours and donations are still coming in.

All day Wednesday the internet was on fire with people spreading the word. All the major entertainment outlets, celebs and schmoes like me. Did I mention TEN YEARS off the air? And it hasn’t lived on like Firefly has in comics or conventions, but people still managed to find and get sucked into it’s awesome. So, when Rob Thomas asked the fans to help him make this movie, we heard. That’s all he had to do. Ask. His product was THAT good.

*Fun factoid: Joss Whedon loved the show so much, he had a guest spot in an episode. You can look up which one if you want, but I say it’s more fun to watch the show and be surprised when you see him.

So, I’m thinking about how awesome word of mouth is as I see promo after promo passing through my timeline. Free book this, slashed prices that, if you like this, surely you’ll like my book, and so on. At face value, it’s not horrible promo, but it’s pretty useless if the product sucks.

There’s also more and more workshops and social media experts popping up. And since getting started is just an internet connection away, most of the advice is either recycled from better sources or worse, just plain bad. I think it gets people focusing too much of their energy on the wrong thing.

When a comedian is working on his act, he doesn’t offer free drinks to get people to come see the same material. He keeps reworking his material until it’s funny enough that you’ll pay anything to see his act.

If a band wants more fans at their gigs, they’re not going to light themselves on fire. Well, some might, but they still have to play some awesome songs to get people to come back. Lighting yourself on fire is only fun the first few times.

And if I want to sell books, endless promo isn’t going to do it. Only more awesome books will.

Because people talk about awesome. They tell their friends about it. They don’t talk as much about promo.

That’s why I’m taking my time to get better. There is a little of If I Don’t Finish Anything, I Can’t Suck going on, but it’s mostly a feeling of not ready yet. Still hanging in the Meh Zone. And if I put out a book that doesn’t do well, I won’t blame the system because it hasn’t changed much since the beginning of time. Kind of like that Who song: “Meet the new boss. Same as the old boss.”

The people are the boss. Always have been, always will. The way they use their powers might change, but it’s still all in their hands. And, yes, I’m sure there are ways to manipulate people into liking my stuff, but I don’t think those tactics last in the long run. I don’t think Star Wars was a manipulation. I don’t think J.K. Rowling pulled a fast one on me. Their products were just REALLY good and will stand the test of time. Because people still talk about them.

So, I’m putting all my eggs in word of mouth. And if the words coming out of people’s mouths isn’t what I want to hear, it’s back to the drawing board as many times as it takes until I figure it out.

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Some Explanations For Suck

Andrew’s log: Thursday. 11:25am.

Susan popped up on gchat last night and we started talking about the latest episode of The Walking Dead, which was THE best one of the season so far. Don’t know what I’m talking about? Go to Netflix, Redbox, Amazon, wherever you have to go and start watching this show NOW. /plug

Later on, she asked how I was doing with the whole Writerly Discouragement Thing. I told her I was still discouraged because of a noticeable lack of improvement in my writing. The problem, as I saw it, was having a pretty good handle on story planning, but a serious weakness in putting those plans into words strangers would find entertaining.

She thought I might be in a plateau, which I sort of believed. Sort of because calling a writing slump a plateau can easily be an excuse for never getting better. “Yeah, I suck right now, but it’s just a temporary thing. I’m in a plateau. Any minute now, I’ll be AWESOME!” This is all going on in my head even though I know it’s not what Susan meant. One of the many fantastic qualities about her is that she says what she means. As a simple minded male, I need this or my brain melts. Simple biology.

So, I’m in a plateau. How? And why does it feel never-ending? Susan came up with a great video game analogy that answered my question, which shall be known as:

The Level-Up Plateau

At the beginning of a video game, the obstacles are easy, the foes are inept and you move through the game at a brisk pace. At some point, the obstacles take a little more thinking to overcome and a foe comes along whose got your number. He laughs in your face as you repeatedly try to conquer him and move on to the next level. And then, all of the sudden . . . you’ve got his number. You kick his ass without breaking a sweat and jump off the couch, controller in hand yelling at the TV screen, “Bitch, pleeze. You ain’t shit!” Just me?

That makes sense and doesn’t sound like I’m making an excuse because even though the win felt easy, it took a lot of failure to get there. Susan went on to say that my extended slump of non-improvement might be a sign of passing the easier levels.

Hmm . . . interesting.

We also talked about having a few crappy manuscripts under one’s belt before having something worthy. As of now, I’m up to two and a half and when I look back at those, the biggest problem was a lack of proper story structure. I know a lot more about structure now and writing with that in mind is a lot harder than writing the way I used to.

BUT . . .

At least I have a reason for my funk I can wrap my brain around that doesn’t sound like an excuse or a cop-out. It sounds like I’m on the right path. Sounds like it. I don’t know for sure if I’m on said path, but, with Susan’s help, I’ve got a pretty good plan to help me find out.

 

 

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