Let me begin by saying I'm going to try to keep to my Sunday blog posting schedule, but I started a new position at work, and the hours are quite different from I'm used to. I've never been a morning person, and now I'm up at 6 AM each day. In winter. In the cold. Angry.
Thankfully it's only the dark and frigid dawn that upsets me. My new position is much welcomed, being far more satisfying and challenging than the posting I had until recently found myself in. So, once more, give me some time to adjust and I'll get right back on schedule.
"Jupiter Symphony" sitrep: the edit of the manuscript is roughly three fourths done, but still proceeding at a rather leisurely pace, mostly down to my need to rewrite entire sections and add on in many places. All for the better, though. I want to put out the best novel possible, and if that means delaying release, then that will have to be how things play out. The book has blossomed to 140,000+ words, so if I keep this up I can get into "Snow Crash" territory, though I would never think to match Stephenson in both volume and depth. Still, something to shoot for.
Best of all, even though I have a new job that I find interesting and that yields me a great many benefits, I still can only focus on my writing, wanting to see things through to fruition. Really, that's what this week boils down to: staying hungry. I was concerned that with a new job, one that wasn't a dull, plodding endeavor, I would no longer feel as great an urgency to finish my manuscript. If anything, it has solidified my stance that writing is what I want to pursue, damn the torpedoes.
It's a long, painful process, the slow build to even amateur acceptability, but the draw is undeniable. Before, I turned to writing as a way out of the job that I struggled with, but now I stay with writing as the job that I cherish. It's thankless and offers absolutely zero security, but it's mine, and that's more than can be said about many of the things we do in this day and age. Writing is timeless. No matter how the media changes, it will be there, even if we're beaming books directly into our brains, "Moby Dick" in five minutes or your money back. I think many times we think of writing as an escape, especially in the genre of science fiction, but the exact opposite is true. Writing is what sheds light on our human condition. Writing is what makes us understand one another, makes us consider the world we live in, and the direction we are going.
I'm thirsty and I'm hungry. I greatly want to see my novel finished. Not because I want it to end, though. I want to see it over so I can begin. So I can keep chasing down the next human experience. Science fiction in particular holds wonders to quench the thirst, where our species starts asking the questions and seeking the answers to problems that most people do not yet realize already exist. Cybernetics, stem cell research, artificial intelligence. All these things are here, now. They aren't some far flung thing. We are staring them down, eye to eye, and most people are blinking first.
Me? I stare back and reach for a drink.
A.C. Harrison
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Thankfully it's only the dark and frigid dawn that upsets me. My new position is much welcomed, being far more satisfying and challenging than the posting I had until recently found myself in. So, once more, give me some time to adjust and I'll get right back on schedule.
"Jupiter Symphony" sitrep: the edit of the manuscript is roughly three fourths done, but still proceeding at a rather leisurely pace, mostly down to my need to rewrite entire sections and add on in many places. All for the better, though. I want to put out the best novel possible, and if that means delaying release, then that will have to be how things play out. The book has blossomed to 140,000+ words, so if I keep this up I can get into "Snow Crash" territory, though I would never think to match Stephenson in both volume and depth. Still, something to shoot for.
Best of all, even though I have a new job that I find interesting and that yields me a great many benefits, I still can only focus on my writing, wanting to see things through to fruition. Really, that's what this week boils down to: staying hungry. I was concerned that with a new job, one that wasn't a dull, plodding endeavor, I would no longer feel as great an urgency to finish my manuscript. If anything, it has solidified my stance that writing is what I want to pursue, damn the torpedoes.
It's a long, painful process, the slow build to even amateur acceptability, but the draw is undeniable. Before, I turned to writing as a way out of the job that I struggled with, but now I stay with writing as the job that I cherish. It's thankless and offers absolutely zero security, but it's mine, and that's more than can be said about many of the things we do in this day and age. Writing is timeless. No matter how the media changes, it will be there, even if we're beaming books directly into our brains, "Moby Dick" in five minutes or your money back. I think many times we think of writing as an escape, especially in the genre of science fiction, but the exact opposite is true. Writing is what sheds light on our human condition. Writing is what makes us understand one another, makes us consider the world we live in, and the direction we are going.
I'm thirsty and I'm hungry. I greatly want to see my novel finished. Not because I want it to end, though. I want to see it over so I can begin. So I can keep chasing down the next human experience. Science fiction in particular holds wonders to quench the thirst, where our species starts asking the questions and seeking the answers to problems that most people do not yet realize already exist. Cybernetics, stem cell research, artificial intelligence. All these things are here, now. They aren't some far flung thing. We are staring them down, eye to eye, and most people are blinking first.
Me? I stare back and reach for a drink.
A.C. Harrison
Support indie authors! Like me on Facebook or follow me on Twitter.
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