Well!

Haven’t written much of anything of late; I’ve been busting tail to get other things done. Most notably, a new job. I need some 74 XL ink cartriges for my printer, and still haven’t found a way to handle it. I dunno what I’m going to do. (Oh. Ebay says I can buy two remanufactured 74XL cartriges at 20 bucks. I might jump on that.)

Dad checked the site out, and when I asked him what he thought of the video blogging, he said, “It looks good. You sound like you’re trying to be academic.” I nodded and said, “Yes. I am. Did you read any of my other entries?” He didn’t. My parents are a  bit out of touch with what I’m doing right now, which is kind of frustrating and a little disheartening. I want them to approve of what I’m doing, and I want to communicate what I’m learning. Unfortunately, it doesn’t work that way all the time. Some people just don’t understand.

I used to think it was a generational thing… Dad’s father didn’t understand dad, then accordingly, dad doesn’t understand me. But it’s more than that. Why, you might ask? Because I believe it’s a focus thing. Grandfather spent his life farming. That’s what he knows. Farming, and weather, and seasons, and all of that. Dad spent his life working as an engineer. That’s what he knows. Flow charts. Output ratios. Overspilling form data of numbers for each quarter. He used to love science fiction (still dabbles), used to love the technical side of everything. Now, not so much. The movie The Weatherman comes to mind when I write this. Dad likes to camp, but he doesn’t. He likes photography, but he doesn’t. One by one, all those things dropped by the wayside. Why? Stagnation? Depression? A combination thereof?

This confuses me. I am confused. I hope I don’t get to be that way. “The measure of true literacy in the twenty-first century will be the ability to reinvent one’s self.”

The business cards I thought I was spending an arm and a leg on are actually cheaper to buy than the FedEx Kinkos prices. Kinda funny. Now, I’m debating on purchasing letterhead from there.

I hope I get a job soon. I really need the supplemental income.

 


Melding of Ideas

I’m loving the thought of re-igniting my old writing flame; the Chosen story that is. I believe they’d fit in perfectly with the Worldtree scenario, and it’d be a great introduction to the world at large. How better to pull the reader in than through the eyes of high school kids looking to make a difference in the world? I mean, we were all there at some point or another. Right? Or was it just me?

So… John, Marcus, Delphi, Renie, and Tym will all be joining the cast of Worldtree, and although it’ll take some serious retconning (even if it’s not canon… I have to redo the Mindgames book), I’ll be removing the seemingly omniscient Orbs of the fourth dimension and placing aspects of the school in their place. Ajax will still be present. And the machines will still be present.

I’m kinda excited. At the same time, I really, really don’t have time to be writing on this. Right now or in the near future. I have to get my job off the ground, continue working at Dick’s, take school classes, and pray to God I can get something published. You know. Like a book.

Acorn King OR i, pawn dreamer, stare.

Whatev. Anyway. Off to find family and turkey.

 


I’ve been wondering what to write.

Holiday season is coming soon; I’m not at all excited. Why? Work. Heh. Working retail has been the most rewarding and inventive time of my life so far. It’s been intense and frightening, and I’ve learned a ridiculous amount about how to discuss product with people, and how to discuss people. With people.

It’s been fun. Really. I’m just tired of the below-normal pay for above-normal work, and the special training I’m getting will amount to nothing. I’ll be a Certified Fitness Trainer, and for what? Peanuts, still. I believe I’m worth more than that. So, in keeping with the times, I’m going to step out of being a retail associate.

As soon as I can find another job. Heh.

 


Worldtree

As far as I can see… More of the same? Hahaha

 


11/7

 


Videog Introduction

I know. I’ll get it worked out soon enough.

 


Project One

Working title is i, pawn dreamer, stare, but I call it Project One because that was what it was back when I sent the first chapter to Marty. It was to be a collaboration nearly three years ago. And nothing happened, so I dove into it as I am wont to do. Anywho.

I’ve decided that it would be most beneficial if I rewrote it. Most of it. And not in the way that I remove what I wrote before, but wrote over it. Another layer. Perhaps, a more masculine layer. Or, a more tactical, logical layer. I’m giving this serious consideration, given the fact that I’m nearly finished with it and still feel it is quite unfinished.

Beyond the current project, I believe I will go on a writing haitus until A) Acorn King gets published, B) Project One gets published, C) Anything/all of the above gets published, D) I get my writing business off the ground, or E) I graduate. Or any combination of the above. I want to be published. I want my name out there. I’m slowly working toward it, and I think I’ll have a solid foundation by Christmas, but I’m not yet ready to drop things and pick things up.

Besides, I don’t know if I want to be ready for a Worldtree/Deserted island with brother book idea. More to come.

 


Understanding of the Second verse.

I believe I understand what my brother is saying, now. In using so many symbols, they become useless in their meanings. It isn’t such a difficult thing for me to wrap my head around, considering I’ve been trying to figure out how to make the most meaning with the fewest words. In writing a poem, for instance, it works beautifully. In writing a novel, on the other hand, such high intensity for such a long time desensitizes the reader, and the thousands of meanings simply disappear into some dull grey sludge that end up, once more, without a solid meaning.

The intent for Project One was to have a novel where the reader connected the dots of meaning instead of the writer telling the story. In this I believe I succeeded; the book is full of stories explaining a story. Stories explaining stories explaining stories until it becomes a tree with many branches. It is not just one branch, as my brother has stated, and it is frustrating for him, a logical and technical reader, because he does not know where to attribute value. It makes a whole lot of sense.

So in stating this, after I finish with Project One, I will be working back toward removing the branches of a story until it is simply a trunk. Most likely it will be something involving a deserted island, a Worldtree, or a boy with anthropomorphic intent.

 


We are a People of Symbol

I’ve spent a lot of my life trying to distill words. My first short story was written in fifth grade, and it was “published” in the school newspaper. My first finished book was in Freshman year of high school. My focus is, and has been, understanding communication. And, furthermore, understanding communication in its purest form.

That stated, we speak in symbol. The majority of this society studies in a capitalistic symbol-base, with items and materials being ways to judge worth and success. We are desensitized by the overabundance and overuse of “symbol.” Some people are invariably wondering what exactly I mean by symbol.

Symbol is the basest of discussion. If you say, write, or draw a picture of a bird, I connect the symbol attributing something entirely unlike a living, breathing thing to the thing it represents. The color, shape, and other identifying properties of the bird are (no pun intended) up in the air, to be drawn, spoken, or written as further description.

The bird becomes as real as we imagine it to be. Some people think cardinal in flight when they read the word “bird.” Some people simply see it as an identifying noun without description, and are content to leave it, simply, as a word. Still others tend to create an environment for that bird, with a canopy of fluffy clouds and/or a nest. The more effort someone puts into the environment of that bird, the more “creative” their “imagination” is, and usually the more artistic the person is.

We all see the world in different ways. In this society the overstimulation of symbol leaves so many people desensitized to the effort put into the environment of a word that they are content to simply watch. Any business worth its salt has a symbol to go with their name. Sometimes, the title is their symbol. It allows an easier recall for the observer when later he or she is thinking of something the business creates.

Think McDonald’s, for example. Golden Arches, Big Mac, Quarter Pounder, Fries, Ba-da-ba-ba-ba I’m Lovin’ It, Did Somebody Say McDonald’s? An entire environment of words were created by an advertising company to cushion the name of the business as representation. The same is said for any company, to varying degrees.

This removes the effort of the individual. In this case let’s call him the “consumer” (cause let’s face it… anyone living in America is a consumer). The advertising agencies, businesses, create a “model,” invoke an emotional reaction through dynamic images and/or emotion and/or catchy phrasing, and pull the consumer into a complicating web of stimuli.

Interestingly enough, watching a McDonald’s commercial is not considered having a “creative imagination.” It’s simply watching, even though the observer is doing exactly what someone would do for the word “bird.”

What does that mean for a writer? It means everything exists in panorama, and everything exists with a mosaic of connective tissue-words. It’s a painting that creates ease and comfort within it for the consumer. In fact, if the “imagination” of the “creative” thinker were to allow it, these symbol-words are momentums contained within themselves, with their own forward movement. To simplify, if given enough time and tissue-words, these symbols become themselves creatures similar to cardinal.

They become, in essence, a living thing but not. An ethereal being made by people, for people.036

That being said, let’s go a bit deeper, and make a seemingly unconnected jump between capitalism and religion. What is organized religion but a very, very old business model? If we remove the possibility that God is Real (taken from a Catholic, or Christian standpoint at least), we are left with a business model entirely similar to that of fortune 500 companies. Why is this so similar? What does a business model have to do with God? It is a combination of symbols-to-mosaics of  thought, with so much connective tissue it becomes a multi-celled organism so complex and complicated, it truly does become a god in and of itself.

When I say Crucifix, do you not have a similar reaction to when I say Nike?

This isn’t an article with a religious slant. It’s an observation of similarities between my personal need to distill things to symbols, and organizations’ need to inflate symbols into things. It turns into a mire of mosaics. A swamp. Overstimulation.

As a writer, this is incredibly important to me. American readers are not used to reading for themselves (take the recent trend of popular, “accessible” books, for example). My writing is not accessible, as society would have it. Perhaps it is intricate like Faulkner. Perhaps it is charged like Dante or Milton. Perhaps it is something entirely new and unseen. Yet, it is not accessible. Why?

My brother recently told me, “You’re using words to cover up the story.” It’s a beautiful simplification to a dilemma I’ve had since entering College: how do I tell a story in the way it’s supposed to be understood, multi-layered and complex? I’m not telling the story by explaining the connective tissue-words in detail. I’m doing something much more complex and difficult: I’m giving symbol-words without the tissue, requiring the reader to connect the dots himself. Why cause this frustration when it inevitably requires a re-wiring of perception? Why alienate myself from the “accessible” writing? I am entirely capable of creating a flowing work with all sorts of symbol-creatures running around the heads of round and flat characters, with the meat and guts of invention carefully tucked away in “distilled” prose. With a single, direct, forward moving line.

In the future, I will. But for now, I distill.roofburn

Publishing companies will want a finished product. This is pure and simple. Clearly simple, in fact, given my framework of a “business model.” The companies will wish for the writer of an article or book to have created a symbol in and of itself, a creature similar to the bird. Contained and direct and explosively complete. “Just Do It” in a story. Crisp, clear, finished, and progressively unnatural. They want it as accessible as possible to connect to as many of the population as possible. Which, from a business perspective, is exactly what they should be seeking.

Unfortunately this weeds out many visionary writers, and makes the innovators difficult to find publication. We, a people of symbol, are being given the finished product without working to attain it for ourselves.

This makes us incredibly powerless to the gods of industry.