Author Interview: Paul West

Here on The Bloody Pen, the entire month of February I've asked Paul West to guest blog. To go with his insights into the publishing world, Science Fiction and Speculative Fiction as a whole, and other things, I asked Paul to sit down for a quick session of Q&A, to which he delightfully agreed.

Sucker.

Here's the full interview:

RC:  Have you always wanted to be a writer, or did you start out on a different path?

PW: I definitely can't say I 'always wanted to be a writer;' the funny thing is that, despite much evidence to the contrary, I didn't even think of myself as particularly creative until well into adulthood! I say 'evidence to the contrary' because as a kid, my two first cousins and I did a lot of stuff that would be deemed creative, even by little-kid standards: we were all unusually good at sketching, drawing and modeling with clay, and we'd sit around for hours with pencils and paper and boxes of plasticine and just create stuff. We made our own comic books, created elaborate sets and made monster movies, cracked ourselves up with silly meandering stories...looking back, we were quite a creative bunch. The thing is, I was also always a geeky, cerebral kid: more than a year younger than the rest of my grade, kind of a brainiac. And when I got to college, I became even more cerebral. First Cause sort of happened by accident, in a manner of speaking.

 RC: What made you want to write First Cause?

PW: When I transferred to NYU, I was glad to be back in New York City; I hadn't properly understood how lucky I was to have such a broad range of exposure to human diversity! I switched my field of study to history/international relations, and began to learn a great deal about both subjects. Having always been a voracious reader, I absorbed a lot. I also cultivated a few friendships and relationships that really expanded my worldview, and as part of my own personal evolution, I got in touch with the fact that part of why I'd become such a bottled-up introvert in high school was because I was actually SUPER emotional. All this stuff influenced me to think a lot about what makes people tick; I began to think speculatively, and came up with the general blueprint for First Cause. It was originally, meant to be a screenplay, actually, but I realized that my writing style was more well suited for a novel. And I also felt like I wasn't quite ready to properly pursue it as a full undertaking...thank goodness I kept the notes! In the late 90s, I kind of rediscovered my creative side in a manner of speaking--specifically in the form of a 'concept album' or lyrics I wrote (mostly during various commutes), which was heavily inspired by Rush, Roger Waters and some non-mainstream hip hop. I dug out the notes I'd drafted for First Cause, and began planning.

RC: Who are some authors that have influenced you and your work?

PW: The thing is, though, my influences were never confined to just books--I also drew on lyricists, movies, tv shows, and a lot of nonfiction. As of when I began First Cause, my influences were mainly the ones I listed above--and, of course, I'd already come to appreciate the genius of early speculative social commentary like Rod Serling's Twilight Zone, as well as some other stuff from the Cold War era. Early Stephen King was something of an influence on my writing, and 1984 by George Orwell will always be a book I think of as timeless. A short story called "The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas," by Ursula LeGuin, might be my favorite short story of all time, and one of my favorite books is still Howard Zinn's A People's History of the United States. In the time between when I first conceived of First Cause and when I began drafting it more seriously, I became more familiar with writers such as Margaret Atwood and Sinclair Lewis. One time, at a mall in upstate New York, I stumbled onto a book called The Truth Machine, by James Halperin; I haven't read it in a while, but I remember finding aspects of it really compelling...and Blindness, by Jose Saramago, is probably in my top twenty in terms of recent fiction. Of course, some of my favorites--including Oryx & Crake, 28 Days Later, The Blind Assassin, and a few of the aforementioned--don't qualify as influences on First Cause, per se, because First Cause was mainly completed as of when I saw or read them! But I'm always on the lookout for books, movies and music that I think of as transcendent, timeless or panoramically relevant. Yes, I'm aware that was something of a meandering reply :)

RC: Is there any of you in your protagonist?

PW: A bit--mostly from an intellectual standpoint. I'd say there are elements of me, and people who've influenced me, strewn throughout the core characters of First Cause: Adam, Angela, Gabe, Bob, Jim, Cyrus--and Adam and I are similar from a cerebral standpoint. But Adam, for example, doesn't have some of the interests I have; he's more just a straightforwardly intellectual student of people. He's not a excitedly into music as I can be, for example, and he's a casual sports fan at best--whereas I LOVE sports. He's also of Caribbean descent, but again, the similarities only go to a point. I'm kind of a hodgepodge of several of the main characters--and some of the main characters represent aspects of people I've been tight with over the years.

RC: What kind of reader do you think would most enjoy your writing style?

PW: So far, the best reactions have been somewhat equally split between male and female--maybe with a slight female leaning, which I don't necessarily find to be instructive. I think fans of Margaret Atwood would like First Cause; I also think it appeals to history buffs, and people who are somewhat contemplative about the human condition. People with eclectic tastes. I don't know if there's a pigeonholed 'target audience', per se; I like to think it can be appreciated by a wide range of readers.

RC: Could you describe your writing process?

PW: I generally do a lot of internal processing and gameplanning; I think about a point of departure and a general idea of the flow of the thing I'm trying to write, and then I wait for intervals where it writes itself. Of course this can vary depending on the sort of writing I'm doing.

RC: Are you a plotter or a pantser?

PW: Definitely more of a plotter; especially in the parts where the story flashes back into the past, it took a lot of planning and mapping to make sure there weren't holes in the timeline or story development. If nothing else, I wanted it to be internally consistent. There were some stretches where I wrote extemporaneously for stretches, but even then, it was after a good chunk of internal processing. I'm definitely a gameplanner.

RC: What has your experience with independent publishing been like?

PW: It's been a lot of work! But so far, I'm feeling all right about it. I think I did a solid job of planning it; now it's just a matter of resources, and continued exposure. As with this interview :)

RC: Any advice for aspiring writers, or those who are looking to get published?

PW: Do your homework! There are a lot of variables, and a lot of luck is involved. But it is possible to get somewhere if you have a decent product. Make sure you write with some conviction, and I believe in having some idea of why you're going into it--whether it's to make a point, make a buck, open eyes or open doors.

RC: Do you have a favorite quote?

PW: I've actually got a document of favorite quotes, that I've been compiling for about 20 years. It's about three pages long; I'm pretty selective. Many of the chapters of First Cause begin with quotes that I chose to fit the section. The first chapter begins with the Helen Keller Quote, "security is mostly a superstition". And one of the later chapters begins with the quote by Martin Luther King, Jr.: "human progress is neither automatic nor inevitable". "The important thing is to never stop questioning" is another favorite, by Albert Einstein.

RC: What's the most recent title you've finished reading?

PW: I'm in the middle of a book about the history of the CIA. Before that, I finished Oryx & Crake near the end of 2011; I LOVED it, and can't wait to get to read even more of Ms. Atwood's work.

RC: Are there any books that you are looking forward to reading in the near future?

PW: My reading list is REALLY long. I've been thinking of picking up Mary Shelley's Frankenstein in the near future, though.

I want to say thanks to Paul for doing this awesome interview. Tune in the next two weeks for the remainder of Paul's Guest Blogs!

~Rodney

Guest Blog: The Virtues of Speculation

As the month rolls on, so do we. Continuing his guest presence here on The Bloody Pen, is Paul West's newest blog, titled: The Virtues of Speculation. Here it is:

Because of the proliferation of late-night cable schlock and special effects-driven movies with no internal consistency, science fiction has become associated with action over content, CGI over plot and green slime over suspense. The thing is, science fiction includes some of the most progressive, thoughtful and content-driven fiction of the past century.

Back in the Cold War Era, science fiction writers were among the relative few who challenged the status quo regarding matters of American society, testing prevailing notions of humanity and identity through speculation and allegory. Rod Serling used The Twilight Zone as a vehicle to explore various aspects of American society, from conformity to racism to vanity. Margaret Atwood challenged 'casually held attitudes' (as she ingeniously put it) about gender in A Handmaid's Tale. Philip K. Dick asked us to consider the meaning of humanity with Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, and Ursula LeGuin asked us to consider the distribution of suffering in The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas. The 2004 re-imagining of Battlestar Galactica is an epic, layered drama that capably addresses politics, ethics, religion, ethnicity and loyalty. There are countless examples of science fiction that ask important questions about humanity, identity and society; these themes are explored in what many consider to be the original science fiction novel, Mary Shelley's Frankenstein.

Speaking of which, one might note how many of the aforementioned authors are women; this belies the conventional wisdom that science fiction is a male province. I haven't yet even mentioned Ayn Rand, whose epic novels certainly fall into the category of futurism...which leads me to my last point, something that's been addressed by Ms. Atwood herself. While I understand why science fiction was given its name--and while I understand that some science fiction (not only the schlocky stuff) is indeed science and technology driven--I believe a more appropriate, fluid and telling moniker would be 'speculative'. Speculation, about the future of human civilization and the possible outcomes of future developments, is at the heart of most of the best 'science fiction'; in fact, stories like A Handmaid's Tale and Blade Runner are more about the human condition than they are about whatever technological or futuristic development might be the vehicle for their analysis. Speculative fiction is also more ethnically diverse than people tend to assume; writers like Octavia Butler might be among the few recognized african-american authors of the genre, but fans of science fiction include a lot more differently-hued people than conventional wisdom suggests.

Conventional wisdom also fails to recognize how much speculation influences popular culture. There are lots of popular and critically acclaimed books and movies with speculative elements, even though people don't casually think of them as 'sci fi'. The Time Traveler's Wife, despite the fact that 'Time Travel' is in the title, is thought of as more of a romance than anything else. Sliding Doors, the Gwyneth Paltrow film generally known as a love story, is also an alternate-universe tale. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind involves a memory erasing device! As far as I see it, if a major element of the premise involves something that's not considered plausible in everyday life, then it's speculative. If the story centers around a love story, political drama or moral redemption, this only furthers my point: that speculation, even futuristic speculation, is an excellent vehicle for exploring the complexities of the human condition.

Guest Blog: Why Do I Even Bother?

On the eve of the new year, I promised myself that things would be changing. One of the more major changes being this site. The first month of 2012 has come and gone, and I still haven't done anything with The Bloody Pen. Until today, that is. Enough is enough, I'm going to flip this thing on its head and start making things happen. The first of which is focusing on up and coming authors, or writers who I think have the chops to get published and make a name for themselves. My original plan was to focus on a new writer each month, but since we've already lost January 2012 to the sands of time, we'll ignore that plan. Besides, haven't you heard: February is the new January!


For the last month I've been mulling over who I wanted to feature as the first author of 2012 here on the Bloody Pen. It didn't take long for me to come to a decision. After querying Sci-Fi Guys for a review of his title, I received his book in the mail, and slowly began to devour it. When I had brainstormed for names to feature on The Bloody Pen, every single name that came up was this individual's.

So, without further ado, here's the first featured writer on The Bloody Pen: Paul West, author of the debut novel First Cause.

Paul West was born and raised in New York City; he currently resides in Harlem, where he has lived for much of his life. After graduating from NYU with a B.A. in History, he worked in the education and nonprofit world for many years before switching lanes and working in advertising and then fashion. First Cause was conceived as a screenplay idea in the early 1990s, when West was still an undergraduate; he shelved the project for nearly a decade, and began work again in 1999. Paul West is a sports enthusiast, student of people, lover of music, voracious reader and fervent believer in human possibility.

Febraury will see Paul sharing his opinions, and different aspects on the writing world, genres, and life in general on a weekly basis here at The Bloody Pen. And then somewhere along the way, I'll be doing an interview with Paul as well. But for now, here's Paul's first guest blog, entitled: "Why Do I Even Bother?"


Here it is, folks:


So after years of planning, writing, fretting, emailing, scrounging for extra money, event planning and brainstorming, I finally did it—I self-published my novel, my baby so to speak, First Cause. On one hand, I can’t believe I really pulled it off; I wrote a NOVEL, a full length novel, almost a hundred thousand words, with characters and dialogue and a beginning and ending and some ‘action’ and relationships and scenery and all that good stuff. On the other hand, sometimes I wonder why I bothered in the first place; there are SO many books written in any given stretch of time, so many of them good, so many of them bad, and if you spend much time at bookstores or chatting with ‘creative’ people (don’t get me started on whatever the heck that means), you might realize that the quality, passion, integrity or even marketability of a work doesn’t necessarily correlate with whether it gets published, ‘goes viral’, becomes successful, or even makes more than a little bit of money. So part of me asks: why bother?

Well, there really are a few different reasons—some more interesting than others—but really, what I first said some years ago and what still holds true today, is I wrote First Cause because I felt like I had to. It’s as simple as that, really, but then again, what does that MEAN? For argument’s sake, I didn’t HAVE to do anything; nobody held a literal or proverbial gun to my head, I’m not religious so I wasn’t compelled by ‘god’, so to speak, I’m not really driven by a desire to ‘be a writer’ in some lofty, pretentious sort of way, and in fact, for much of the time it felt as much like a job as anything else just to finish the dang thing in a manner that was to my liking. For much of the time during which I wrote First Cause, I didn’t have a personal computer; this meant that my edits & developments were largely manual, and as such, I had to find ways to get computer time so I could add them to my manuscript. All of this involved staying late at work to squeeze in a few minutes of typing; carrying around a floppy disk practically everywhere; carrying around a big frakin’ stack of papers everywhere as well, because in order to edit or add/drop words or ideas, I needed to have my manuscript handy as a reference point; saving, borrowing, or scraping together money so I could afford to purchase computer time at a copy center or buy paper at 10c a sheet at the local library to print when I needed to (not to mention the fact that it was sometimes hard to get sufficient computer time at the library in the first place)…suffice to say, there were times when the whole thing was flat-out tiring, and occasionally even a bit discouraging. So back to the original question, why did I bother? Why did I feel like I ‘had’ to?

The first answer is that I happen to believe, and have been told, that I’m genuinely a good writer. As such, I like the idea of being able to live off my craft, so to speak, to sustain myself doing something that I’m not only good at—but enjoy doing. This relates to the second major reason, which is that while I believe I’m a good writer, I don’t write (or speak, even, despite the fact that I can be quite a chatterbox when prompted) just for the sake of doing so—in other words, I can’t manufacture it (so to speak). So when First Cause came to me as an idea, and I bounced it around and developed it and began to feel strongly about it, it began to strike me as a huge opportunity—to live off my craft, without having to manufacture my writing in a disingenuous or forced manner. And this leads me to the last element, which is one of the main purposes of the novel: I wanted to inspire people to think more, and to care more, and to become more interested in, the human condition. For a long time, my favorite books, movies, and songs have generally been in some way concerned with trying to consider the human condition in general, or more specifically matters of social justice or interpersonal relationships or internal struggle or personal or societal evolution; reading, watching, and listening to these kinds of expression always inspired me differently than most other things, and I have long wanted to come up with a way to make a similar contribution to the world or art, thought and discussion. The thing is, once again, I didn’t want to manufacture it—do it just for the sake of doing it—without it being in a way that felt natural, that I didn’t have to force, that I wouldn’t feel was dishonest or pretentious…and I didn’t want to give the impression that I was overtly copying the style, methods, or even structure of any of the creative or intelligent people whose work I so admired. So again, imagine the feeling of having all these concerns, but wanting to find a way to contribute to the greater creative and intellectual and spiritual good, and then coming up with something that—while certainly flawed and limited in some ways—I could really channel my talent and insights towards, and write in such a way as to hopefully be happy with, even proud of, the outcome, AND moreover to have a chance at making a living based on the strength of this work. And furthermore, drafting it and planning it and beginning to write it and feeling pretty good about it and getting some encouraging feedback about what I’d done thus far.

You see what I mean? After all of the above, once I’d gotten myself to a certain point, there was just no way I could let myself give up on it. I HAD to finish it; I HAD to do my best; I HAD to pursue it. Fortunately, I received a ton of support from a ton of people along the way—moral support, financial support, creative support, and plain old love and genuine respect. Every hug, every pat on the back, every encouraging email, every email or phone call that said ‘hey, I love it!’ or ‘hey, I love it but maybe you should think about this/change this/add this/answer this’, every bit of help editing…every bit of all of it helped keep me afloat when I doubted my odds, my stamina, my resolve, even at some brief intervals my talent. In the end, I couldn’t give up on all of that any more than I could give up on the story, or myself, or my ambitions, or my desire to find a way to provoke even a small bit of extra critical or empathetic thought in my friends, readers, or anyone else.

So then, once again, I HAD to write it.

As for anyone else who’s considering writing as a pursuit, I offer this modest bit of advice: first of all, ask yourself, seriously, why you want to do it. Then consider your resources, your reference points, what you want to say, and whom you can rely on for support (again, that support can come in the form of a few lent dollars, a friend in the publishing industry, a patient set of eyes and ears, or a well timed hug; they all might factor in at some point). Consider what you want to say, why you want to say it, how you want to say it, and I think it’s imperative that you really be thorough in questioning and challenging yourself in this regard (and most others, but I digress—somewhat). And remember one thing: there are no guarantees, the publishing business is not any more fair or just than the world at large is, and you must be prepared—emotionally, psychologically, financially, and circumstantially—for the possibility that your dream of ‘being a writer’ might not come to fruition. But at the same time, if you’ve done all of the above, and can honestly say that you’ve approached the matter with a clear mind, a good heart, a sound gameplan, a fair amount of patience, and some sense of integrity and sincerity and conscientiousness—then if only for all of those reasons, you should never feel silly or foolish or misguided for putting all of that good and potentially extraordinary energy toward creativity and trying to inspire people. You just might take off, and be a bright shining star on many others’ horizons. And if not, at least you can take solace in the fact that you gave it a good shot—and if you’ve done so, in good conscience, you’ll always have something to be proud of. You never know who might be inspired by just your effort, desire and conscientiousness—even if your words only reach a few.

The only shot that never goes in is the one you don’t take, and if you honestly commit yourself to your best effort and intentions, then it works or it doesn’t, but you’ll at least have something in which to take pride.

So that’s why I bother, and that’s why, maybe, so should you.

2012: My Year in Books

For the last several years I've tried to make a point of reading 100 books in a year. Last year I only managed read around 67 titles. Not a large number, but a little over half of my year-end goal. It was a big dent, but I, for whatever reason, didn't get around to reading all of the titles I had picked up of my own volition, or had been gifted for consideration for review for Sci-Fi Guys. Therefore, I'm going to make up for it as much as possible in 2012. Although I say that now, I can't promise that I'll get to all of them in the new year.

I can promise, however, that come hell or high water, I'm going to read 100 titles in 2012. But, I said that in 2011, and only managed a meager 67 titles read. I also said the same thing in 2011, but only got around to 75 titles. Yes, the latter was a few inches closer than 2010's list, but not close enough. Hell, it wasn't even close enough for a cigar; there was no 100, or click over to 101.

When that happens, I promise you there'll be a picture of me with a big ol' fat stogie, but until then, no cigar.

So, I've decided to devote The Bloody Pen to several things this year. In addition to reading 100 novels a year, I plan on reading a short story a day for a full year. (The short story collections will count towards the 100 novels a year). And, finally, interviewing new authors, specifically the ones who haven't managed to find a publisher yet. But, the latter two will come later. Until then, keep your eyes on a new tap to pop up within the next day or so, and a second tab to follow soon after. These will both be updated lists that will track my reading throughout the year.

And hopefully, if there's time, I'll post quick reviews of both novels and stories here, when the time permits. And whatever titles fall into the Sci-Fi Guys category will get a full treatment, and a cross post here.

This place is gunna be hoppin'; and hopefully turn into a real blog!

~Rodney

Some Exciting News!

I'm happy to announce that I am now a member of The Seventh Star Press Team. Which means, I'll be posting bi-weekly blogs on anything and everything regarding the publishing industry, writing, reading and overall nerdgasmic stuff!

Here's the link: http://www.seventhstarpress.blogspot.com/

My first blog is entitled: My Life as a Reviewer: A Love Affair

Enjoy!

~Rodney

The Last Book.

With Borders' last dirge being played, I figured it was only appropriate that I share with you all, the last book I'll ever buy from Borders. Even though it's just a book, it's special to me.

For the longest time I've been wanting to pick up a copy of Walter Jon Williams incredible novel Implied Spaces, but for one reason or another I've never been able to pick up a copy. And so, on my last trip to Borders with my lovely girlfriend, I went ahead and spent the $4.27 instead of the regular $8.55 for it. And boy, am I glad I did!

For those writerly types out there, have you ever wandered across a book while browsing the isles of your book store to discover a title that looks interesting? Only to pick it up, get five pages into it and realize that it's the same first five pages on your current Work-in-Progress, or a story that you've put to the side for the time being?

Implied Spaces is the second of such occurances for me. The first being James Enge's phenomenally fantastic Blood of Ambrose, which I'm happy to report is nothing like my story. (I've read Blood of Ambrose something like eight times now. For good measure, you understand. Can't be ripping off poor Mr. Enge, now can I?)

I still haven't found the time to read Implied Spaces yet, but when I have done so, I'll post an in-depth review about it.

Until then, I'll leave you with this question: Have there been any books that you wish you had written, and if so, why?

~Rodney

Back In The Saddle

Well, I'm back in the saddle. Not that I ever fell off, mind you. I just lost the time of day -- a year and a half to be precise -- thanks to school, life, reviewing, writing and yahoo.com. Somehow I managed to lock myself out of my e-mail account for signing in to Blogger, and the password. After several tries all ending in dead ends, today I was finally successful. So, here I am.

This site will be getting a face-lift here soon. The majority of it will stay the same: it will still be used for my writing, musings, rants and whatever the hell else I decide to throw on here. What will be changing: the look, feel and approach.

It will take some time to get everything in the order I want it, but time I've got. For now I'm okay with being back in the saddle.

~Rodney

I, Will: 2. Good news and bad noose.

2. Good news and bad noose.

I awoke to my alarm at 9:30, just like I did every morning. After drinking a cup of coffee and looking at the Sunday paper, I got cleaned up, shaved, donned my army jacket and hopped in the old Chevy. I took out eight hundred from the pretty black girl behind the counter at the Bank & Trust, and made my way downtown to the little private one bush plane airport.

When I walked in, the receptionist – a twenty something broad with an IQ the size of her bust – smiled at me and asked for my name.

“Will Flynn. I was wondering if I could rent one of those planes over there,” I nodded to the window and the plane that was parked in hangar C, “and of course a pilot. Hoping a gentleman named Ned might be around today to take me up.”

The receptionist with the low IQ smiled as her fingers fluttered away on the keyboard. Her gum popped and snapped as she scrunched her face at the computer screen in concentration. “Well, I got some good news and some bad,” she said, mutilating news into noose. Something I wished I had at that point in time.

“Yeah?” I asked.

“Ned’s here, but busy.”

“Fine, I’ll wait.” I said, taking a seat twenty feet away, underneath a painting of palm trees on some distant beach, far from southern Iowa. I day dreamed about sitting on that beach, sand between my toes, enveloped in the shade of the palm trees, swinging back and forth between a pair of ‘em, in a hammock. Outside storm clouds were brewing.

I, Will: 1. 10 Again.

1. 10 Again.

When mom had gotten home from work she was still angry about the phone call incident, but didn’t seem to want to talk about it too much. She looked tired, and her clothes were all out of whack, like she had tried dressing herself with one hand in the dark, drunk off her ass.

The drunk off her ass part I could believe.

“Go to bed. Tomorrow you and I are going to go somewhere, and I want you to be as well rested as possible,” she told me, her cold lips kissing me on the forehead. I returned the kiss, only I placed mine on her cheek. It was cold and clammy, and up close I realized that she smelt like dirt and Rosco – my hamster – after I had found him decomposing behind my dresser, a month after he escaped from his cage.

Edgar Allan Fucking Poe...

Yeah, it's inappropriate and rude, but I don't care. Nobody reads this blog anyways... If you haven't seen this yet, then I'm in shock, so, without further ado, here it is, courtesy of author Tom Piccirilli who posted it on Facebook, and author Brian Keene, who in-turn posted it on his blog:

For those of you who don't know anything about Poe, you probably won't understand a single thing about this poster. That is why I suggest you do some research. Poe is one of the Godfathers of the Horror genre, and for good reason!

On another note: I know, I know, I never posted a quote for this week, but it's been one hell of a week, so please forgive me this once. As of recently life had veered out of control, and there was a lot of things that I needed to do personally, before things could happen on here again.

Shadow Season Book Review

Hey all, I just posted a book review for Tom Piccirilli's Shadow Season over on my other blog: Sci-Fi Guys Book Review. So, if you have a minute or three, go check it out. Here's the link:

Sci-Fi Guys Book Review

PEACE.

I, Will. Quote of the Week.

I, Will.

I know, I know. Yesterday was supposed to be the day for Quote of the Week.

I forgot... big deal. It's not like anyone reads this thing anyway. But, I'll get to that in a moment. First, I have a rather large announcement to make. (Large for me, that is.)

Last week, I had twenty journals due for my Creative Writing class! And because I'm such the procrastinator, I left them to the last minute. Luckily enough I had a lot of topics already written thanks to all of the stories and novels that I have written. Needless to say, the vast majority of these topics were easy for me to write on. I'm not going to lie to you though, there were a few that just stumped me and made me think, (like writing dialogue for a historical figure) and showed me the various weaknesses that I have with my writing.

But there was one that I had a ball with. The goal was to write a short story where your character takes a trip. In the heat of the moment, I banged out five pages double spaced, but stopped myself there (these writing exercises are only meant to be one to two pages double spaced). But there was so much more that I could write on, and so after thinking on it long enough, I've decided that that's just what I'm going to do.

Now, I've shared this with you all, to only add this: I have a new short story, and for once there's actually some meat to it. After arguing with myself for a long while, I've come to the conclusion that I will be posting this short story, tentatively titled I, Will, in a serial type deal, once a week. This will be an adventure for me, seeing as it'll be the first time I've ever done anything like this. So, not everything I post will be final, it'll be riddled with grammatical errors, continuity errors, and any other kind of error I can think of. Not on purpose mind you, but because this will be a work in progress until I truly feel like it's finished.

So, look for the first part of I, Will, some time this week.

Quote of the Week.

Okay, so now that I've gotten that out of the way, I guess it's time for the second Quote of the week. And since Sunday was Valentine's Day, I thought it would only be appropriate to put up a quote about love. So, here's the newest Quote of the Week:

"It's strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words."
- T. S. Eliot

For my World Literature II class, as part of one of the many choices for papers, I decided to pick a poem: T. S. Eliot's The Waste Land to be precise. Since reading Stephen King's The Dark Tower Series, I've had this fascination with not only Eliot, but King. Both men's work plays a large role in the series -- Roland Deschain the main character of King's series, being named after Browning's Childe Roland, and the third book in the series, The Waste Lands, being named after, of course, T. S. Eliot's epic poem of the same name. So, seeing as I'm doing massive amounts of research on the dude, I decided that a quote by him would be in order and rather appropriate.

(Discuss in comments.)

Quote of the Week. Switching Focus.

Today's post is going to be a two-parter, so bare with me folks....

Quote of the Week.

First things first.

With today being Monday and all, I decided to begin the official work week with one of the new ideas/concepts that I have had floating around in my head for a while. It's nothing special, or new -- there are plenty of other sites that do this, the majority of which do it daily -- but something that I think will be enjoyable for all parties involved. That's why today will feature the first "Quote of the Month," here on The Bloody Pin.

The contents of the quotes that will be featured on this blog will widely vary in range. One week I might quote a politician, the next a philosopher, the next a character from a book, and most definitely authors. If anyone has a quote that they would like to see featured here on the blog, then feel free to e-mail at: kidstaple@yahoo.com, with something to do with quotes in the title of the e-mail, and I promise to look at it, and if I think it's worthy enough, or speaks to me then I'll post it, with credit to you.

For those of you who might not feel like slogging through all the back posts to find the newest quote of the week, don't fret, because you won't! I'll be putting a new box up on the right hand of the screen, which will be where you can find the current quote of the week.

I've been reading a bunch of Truman Capote's stuff recently, and the man has struck me as a genius, so I thought that, even though the banner for this site already has a Capote quote, I'd go ahead and put up another one for the first ever quote of the week. So, without further ado, here it is:

"To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it's about, but the music the words make."

- Truman Capote

(Discuss below in comments.)

Switching Focus.

And lastly...

For the longest time, I've been bouncing around with projects, writing a little bit here, editing a little bit there, mainly focusing my time on two major pieces of work, both of which I intend to someday be novels (fingers crossed): The Coming Shadow and Coldsleep.

Lately, I've been working on The Coming Shadow, but as of recently I've switched my focus back to Coldsleep. Now, I'm sure I'm not the only person out there who does this type of thing, but now that I've realized just what exactly is keeping me from finishing a novel, I'm going to take action, and keep my focus fully on Coldsleep no matter what, even if it kills me.

And to be quite honest, it very well could. But I'm going to do it, no matter what happens, and I would hope and encourage the readers of this blog to make sure that I keep at it and don't stray from the path too much.

One of my resolutions for this year is to finish a novel. Well, I'm here to announce that Coldsleep will be that novel. I've probably just dug myself a grave and bought a golden ticket straight to damnation, but I don't care.

Not anymore.

Come this time next year, Coldsleep will be a finished novel. A pile of crap if you will. Next year will come the polishing of said crap.

This blog will be my way of venting whatever angers arise while writing Coldsleep, as well as anything else to do with my writing, others writings and my overall venting of day-to-day frustration.

Like Truman Capote once wrote, "Every word takes blood..." This book will take a lot of blood. It may even turn me into a husk of a man, but I'll deal with that when and if it ever happens.

Until next time, God speed one and all.

I, Ferryman.

I have an addiction, and I'll be the first to gladly admit it.

I love to write.

It's not so much out of boredom, or because school demands it, but because I have too.

Let me explain...

It's something that's ingrained in me, both mentally and physically. If I don't feel my fingers depressing upon a keyboard for more than fifteen minutes a day, then I start to get the shakes, begin to sweat, and if left long enough begin to have convulsions. And, I'm afraid to say, it's an addiction I can't sweat out. Trust me, I've tried.

I believe that everyone has at least one good story to tell in their lifetime. (I know I've stolen this from someone, but from whom I'm not sure. If anyone knows who this might be, then please drop me a note in the comments section and let me know. It'd be greatly appreciated!) But, like many people I'm different, in the respect that I have more than one story to tell.

And before anything further is said, I guess I should make the reader -- you -- aware that I have tried to just not write, but that just ain't going to happen, and here's why: my imagination won't let me.

The best way to explain it would be to use the analogy of too many people under one roof, at one time. If you have ever had relatives stay over at your house during a holiday, or ever put them together in a small cramped room, with no air conditioning, with a 120 degree temperature outside, and they haven't eaten all day, then you can probably relate to my predicament.

Imagine my mind as a 12 X 12 room at max capacity, and that there's always between thirty to fifty-five people occupying it at one time. It's hot, cramped, and people are pissed because they're well, hot, cramped and haven't eaten all day.

Whether by murder, or authority, someone is gunna get the boot.

This is the way I feel with all of the characters that occupy my mind. Now, I've tried booting their asses out, but they seem to find a way back in; I'm afraid that my mind isn't the 12 X 12 Impenetrable Fortress that I had thought it too be, because they keep showing up. I boot them out, each time a little bit harder than the last, and they still end up showing back up a few days later.

Through trial and error, I have found that the only way to get said characters out of the 12 X 12 Impenetrable Fortress in my head, I have to write them out. And usually, as soon as I write them out, a new character pops their head in a few hours later to see what's going on. Most times they stay.

I am ALWAYS writing people out.

Why? Because every character that shows up in the Impenetrable Fortress ends up staying a while, and after a few days/weeks/months, I get to know that character; I learn about them. What their favorite food is, their favorite color, who they're in love with, what their ambitions in life are, what they're afraid of; all of these things and more.

And just like everyone who has a story to tell, these characters have a story about them that needs to be told.

From out of thin air, to the 12 X 12 Impenetrable Fortress in my mind, to words on a screen -- produced by my very nimble fingers -- I am their ferryman, I get them from one side of the shore to another.

Without me, they wouldn't be aloud the privilege to come to life, and occupy a bunch of pages. I give them life, and I get them to where they need to go.

I'm a ferryman and a writer.

It's what I do.

Not by choice, but by necessity.

The Final Jest.

I don't really have much to put up here for now, besides a few new weekly things that I will be implementing here within the next few days -- upwards even of a week -- so hang around and we'll see what becomes of this site. I still don't have a real good idea of what I would like to do with The Bloody Pen, but I don't think it matters much so long as I'm getting some writing in.

So, until I start posting weekly bits, I figured I'd post up a poem that I wrote a little over a year ago, in the transition period between President George W. bush and -- at the time -- President-Elect Obama. It was then that I realized that this lovely nation of ours was going down the toilet fast -- knew it even before then, with good ol' Bush and the Patriot Act -- and so I wrote this poem. There were many things that I wanted to say, and many more that were stillj flaoting around in my brain but hadn't found any mental ground to anchor too. Both types of ideas show up in this piece; where one ends and the other begins, I couldn't point out to you, because it all just poured out of me in about twenty minutes.

There's a lot that is being said in it, and I think I'm noticing these things more so now that I can sit back and read it over without having those ideas flaoting around in my head. And when I do read it I find that there are even more things being said than what I originall intended.

Okay, I'll shut up now, here's the poem:

The Final Jest

Cut out the weakness; prolong the sickness,

Corrupt the single minded body; this giant,

Just look me in the eyes and say I'm wrong,

Even though deep inside you know that I'm right,

A government for the people and by the people,

No longer exists, it's a flat out lie; the final jest,

They'll smash the ancient scrolls with giant fists,

And bring about the chains of tyranny that instill us,

Swallow the bitter pills of ash, blood and fate,

And fall into bed with their lies and justification,

Smile sweetly as the pictures taken,

And cry as the world burns beneath your feet,

Your tears will stain the pages of history,

And then they'll see, just like you and me,

That we were manipulated and taken for the fool,

Your slate wiped clean; lost in the sands of time,

This is the final warning that shall be given brothers,

Hear the angels harp as it cries out for blood!

Retribution is needed; raise your arms in defense,

Remember to smile politely when they take you away,

Dance the dance of death; the final jest,

And sing with me as we bleed for them,

Bittersweet victory, we've won at last!

Glorify the Lord's name and watch them burn in hell.