Old theology joke:
Q: How do you make God Laugh?
A: Tell him your plans.
Significant Life Decisions have paused my publishing schedule. Nothing bad; no one’s dying or divorcing. Merely an adjustment in real property ownership requiring a core-dump-level Purge of personal property ownership.
Huh?
That sentence made sense in my head.
Further bulletins as events warrant.
Not the last, I assure you…
That’s preliminary artwork, done with Adobe Spark.
Today was my first real day of writing, and I got 2,0000 words, which isn’t bad. I’m deep in chapter 4, and the true action of the novel, the March to the Sea, is about to begin.
In RakeMag, a fascinating life of the man behind a poem I discovered and have read voraciously, The Wild Party.
If you were looking for a young man with a great literary life in front of him in 1928, you’d have been hard-pressed to find a better candidate than 29-year-old Joseph Moncure March. His narrative in verse The Wild Party, a tale of Manhattan hedonism and the tragic hipsters who indulge in it, had been published that spring in a limited edition, achieving an immediate following and brisk sales. (A musical adaptation will open this month at the Fitzgerald Theater). The book even got banned briefly in Boston, bringing March something every writer craves—a prominent but not damaging censorship battle.
Read the Whole Thing, as they say, but in a nutshell, after The Wild Party and a sequel, The Set-Up, he made the move to Hollywood and that did not turn out as planned. He ended up working in a shipyard, managing a sheet metal plant, and then writing and producing industrial films during WW2 (in the first war, he’d been an infantry private). That led to a second career making films for big firms that lasted through the 1960’s.
Many of these can be found in the Rick Prelinger archive of industrial films, and two inparticular— Design For Dreaming and A Touch of Magic , both Technicolor spots for the General Motors Motorama starring industrial films icon Thelma “Tad” Tadlock— have become favorites among the sort of ironists who think it’s the height of wit to mock the styles and affectations of a half-century ago. One couplet from Design, “Girls don’t go to Motoramas dressed in a pair of pink pajamas, ” has been picked up by fans as a tagline for all that was corny and square in the fifties. Do these sneering hipsters realize that the author of Design For Dreaming was once a sneering hipster like themselves?
The question is, if they did, would it stop them?
The Wild Party got a 1994 revamp with Art Spiegelman cartoons, but The Set Up is hard to come by. I’d like to read more, and I’d like to revive the concept of a narrative poem. Something to aspire to, anyway.
Pursuant to Comic Book Post #5.
Max Landis, of Chronicle, American Ultra, and Red Letter Media fame, parodies the killing and unkilling of Superman in the famous 1993 DC cash-grab. It’s funny, and he makes a salient point at the end about ruining death in comic books (NSFW due to language).
Philosophically speaking, death and life are inextricably intertwined, as mutually exclusive states of being must be. Thus, if death is a state into which one can pass in and out of with a wave of the narrative hand, then the stakes of life are shrunk accordingly. The meaninglessness of Superman’s Death just made him the more boring.
Or, Volume 2, Issue 4, if you prefer.
Last issue was WW1-related, this one dives into the existential murk that accompanies space travel.
It has the recently-finished final three chapters of Void, and an Alfred Underhill short story, The Tribe.
It’s good stuff.
I just put the most satisfying words – THE END – an author ever composes onto Void. The last three chapters will be available in their entirety in the next issue of Unnamed Journal.
Which means I’ve finished almost a week ahead of my June 1st deadline.
Which means I’ve hit all my deadlines this year – with time to spare. In January I had none novellas finished. Now I have three.
So now what?
First, these need to be revised, and then published. On Kindle certainly, and with paperback versions as well.
I’ll probably go back and revise them in order of composition – Devil, Last Tomorrow, then Void.
So let me set myself some more arbitrary deadlines:
While I’m doing this, I will be working on a full-length novel. It’s the Civil War novel I’ve already started, working title The Sword. If I can get it done over the summer, I’ll be pretty pleased with myself.
Watch this space.
Climax done. Now for denouement.
I’m toying with making rumors of a characters demise greatly exaggerated. I don’t know if I like the character or just didn’t like the death I had planned. It’s all in the soup, folks.
