Honestly don’t know what I’m going to put up for Fridays during my Year of Content!
Honestly don’t know what I’m going to put up for Fridays during my Year of Content!
So, over the past two years or so, I’ve been writing a lot of stuff. Some of it has made its way from my hard drives to this blog. Much more of it, however, hasn’t been seen by anyone besides me.
That’s going to change.
Starting in August, I’m going to be publishing something every day for a year. I have fiction, blog-like content, non-fiction, writing advice, poetry, and other stuff–it’s going to get published here.
I’m also working on some other stuff, but I don’t want to talk much more about that right now. I just wanted to get that out so you can get excited.
It’s all part of my resolution to be more open, communicative, and interactive with online writing communities. I hope you’ll join me when it gets going.
I’m still here. Working on a bigger reboot for the next year. Will have more information closer to August.
I’ve been feeling much more energetic lately. Life feels pretty good right now.
This will just be a bit of a ramble today. I know I’ve been really off my schedule lately, and I’ve been harder on myself than I probably should be. Creativity and drive have been in short supply lately, and I’ve had to make tough choices in how I expend that energy. Unfortunately, that means this blog has fallen by the wayside while I deal with that stuff.
Getting the Patreon set up has helped a lot. It’s given me a lot more clarity and focus. Work needs to get done now—I can’t let people down when actual money could be on the line!
Been trying to choose which project to focus my energy on for the summer. I know I need to do something larger in scale, something that will keep me occupied for the next few months. Two of my huge projects stand out, and a choice will have to be made soon.
Jotting down a lot of podcast ideas in the past few weeks. There will be a special Patron-only podcast launch, but I do have a few others that I want to pursue. The Patreon podcast is going to be me working out a format and doing a lot of experimentation, so hopefully something will come out of that.
I’ve been wearing a lot of makeup lately. I enjoy experimenting with looks, figuring out what looks good, how to apply it, learning to do it faster and better, etc.
It is a really simple thing, but I really enjoy it. I’ll post a few pictures soon, but in the meantime you can check out my new Instagram for more fun stuff!
So I’m still tinkering with Patreon–what rewards to offer, how frequent those rewards will be, what kind of material I’ll be publishing.
Right now, I’ve got pretty much all of the BTS material I’ll need for the first few months. It will be a variety of things: old drafts, material from other projects, notes, art, etc. Probably going to toss in a few audio goodies as well.
The podcast is exactly what it’s going to be: about 15-25 minutes of me talking about things each week, talking about whatever comes to mind.
I’ve got an idea for a fun essay series for the non-fiction posts, and I’m going to work on getting those outlined and ready to go soon.
Fiction is in flux. I’m working on nailing down what I want to publish for the first three or four months. Helden and Mags was my first instinct, but it’s not to the level I’m comfortable sharing. I think I’m going to take this time to really dig into the editing and revision process, and work on material that I’ve already created.
Stay tuned! I’m going to be launching on June 4, and I’ll try to post as many updates as I can.
Terminaburg is a place, that much is true. None of that is in question. It exists, it has a place on the map dedicated to showing that it is a real city on a real island on a real planet in a real solar system in a real galaxy—that’s a bit too far out.
Real city, real island, real state (New York, allegedly, but honestly? It’s it own place), real country, real continent, real Earth. Terminaburg meets the minimum requirements for a place to actually be a real, existing, actual location where people live and do their jobs and all of that other crap that people do.
Hey there everybody! After a lot of tweaking and working, I’m going to be launching my Patreon in June!
$1 a month will get you access to my Patron-only feed featuring weekly installments of both my new science-fantasy epic Helden & Mags and behind-the-scenes goodies, along with a biweekly non-fiction piece. $2 gets you my new weekly podcast Jeff Isn’t Writing, and $3 will get you all of that PLUS a special edition ebook featuring that month’s fiction and non-fiction content and extra-super-special bonus exclusive content!
I’ll have more to share later, but I just wanted to get this out there now before I forgot.
I’m struggling to find purpose in writing. I’m struggling to do that in other areas of my life as well, but it feels the most acute in writing currently. Achieving a certain level of material and financial comfort pushes the search for creative meaning to the front of my mind.
After years of thinking, rethinking, overthinking, and chipping away at the question, I broke through my issues with gender identity, sexual identity, body image, money, and employment. I’ve done a lot of independent reading on political and sociological topics, dedicated myself to learning and reading as much as I can, and just generally pushed to be a better person all around. But finding that animating spark, that bit of inspiration that would enliven my artistic life still feels elusive.
I got into writing because none of the other artistic outlets were doing it for me anymore, and maybe it was high time I got back to the thing that made me want to be creative in the first place. Characters and ideas that had been gathering dust in notebooks for years–anywhere from one year to over a decade by mid-2016–were suddenly given new purpose, new life, placed in a new context that allowed me to be playful, imaginative, and introspective at the same time.
That fire has cooled over the past 18 or so months, and as I’ve settled into writing as routine rather than novelty, getting to that animating spark is becoming more important.
And here we are. Sunday morning. I had a nice, relaxing weekend. Friday was spent not doing too much—slept in slightly late, snacked over and over until about 5pm, did some last minute cleaning, and then watched The Disaster Artist with close friends.
I enjoyed the movie. It was a biopic, which comes with its own demands on structure, performance, and presentation. James and Dave Franco were perfectly adequate as Tommy Wiseau and Greg Sestero, respectively, but I couldn’t shake the impression that the film did the bare minimum to relay the narrative. It assumes familiarity with The Room, and many of its scenes would definitely fall flat if not for that prior knowledge. Sestero’s admittedly slight source book goes in a few different directions, and they would have worked well as a way to further contextualize Wiseau’s weirdness and outright dickishness (the simultaneous depositing of several checks, his specific order at every restaurant, etc.)
James Franco’s performance also never really rises above the level of very accomplished impression, which is a criticism I have of biopics overall. Even the best only just clear the bar, while the rest rely on makeup and carbon copying accents and mannerisms without much thought beyond reproduction. The Theory of Everything was an excruciating watch because of that. Franco has a wig and the weird eye, the strange accent, and the movement down, but I never felt like I was watching anything other than an extended bit from SNL. The other characters are perfectly fine, but Dave Franco gets special mention here for actually doing the work of bringing some nuance to his performance of Greg Sestero. There’s more there than simply makeup and replication. He really pushes himself to actually act here, and it shows—he’s got some measure of depth, of nuance, of actual character compared to his brother’s surface level impression.
But overall I think it was a perfectly fine movie. I don’t think I’d ever watch it again—better to actually rewatch The Room and reread The Disaster Artist, which is a much fuller accounting of the weirdness that went in to the production.
We watched it as we always do when we see movies at home: subtitles on, pauses for restroom breaks, wisecracks and running jokes as the movie wears on, conversations that go on longer than the bathroom break time, etc. We had good conversation, we drank wine (too much in my case—super cheap and very drinkable box wine is apparently my weakness), we ate italian food, and then we saw our friends off as the movie ended. It was an enjoyable night.
Living like I do, it’s refreshing and energizing to see people you love and care about and just enjoy everyone’s company.