Writing and Submitting
Inching closer to finishing The Poisoned Moon. This project has come to me in pieces over the years, and I’ve certainly approached it much differently than I have any of the previous ones. Normally, I do a little bit of “pre-writing” to feel out the characters, the scenario, and so on. Usually, an opening scene comes to me during that practice, and then I’m off and running. The pre-writing for this one dragged on and on, and the only things I liked were these weird, tonal pieces that were part narrative and part musings on the rift between faith and science, the past and the future.
My plots are always simple; there’s no villain, no world threatening crisis that only the protagonist can solve. It’s usually only people dealing with those personal failures and heartbreaks that plague all of us, and that sometimes make us hard to live with, and destructive of ourselves and the things around us. In this story, it’s about a lonely, religiously devout widower who meets a stripper who resembles his late wife so completely that he upends his entire life, and the life of the man his wife loved before him, in a presumptive attempt to save the stripper from herself.
I’ve got 66,900 words so far. Most of it coming from the pre-writing that has found its way into the story. Mostly I seem to be stitching the novel together like a quilt—creating a story thread to connect these semi-poetic riffs on mythology, faith, anthropology, space exploration, art, gender, the evolution of science, the moon, and love.
The first episode of the Problematic Badass Female Tropes series is up. Episodes will land every Monday in May and most of June. You can get it straight from the source (Podbean) or on iTunes or Stitcher.
My producer, Heather, and I are working on getting some live shows set up this summer and into the fall. So, stay tuned.
After months of carting it around, I’ve finally started reading Jeff Talarigo’s In the Cemetery of the Orange Trees. It’s set in a Palestinian camp under constant watch by Isreali guards, and is part history, part magic realism.
I’ve also started reading Douglas Rushkoff’s new book Team Human. This one is a manifesto calling us to resist the isolating power of technology, and the algorithmic classification of our lives and actions online and reengage with our messy, beautiful, humanity before it’s too late. There’s also a website, podcast, etc.
Not much remarkable has been watched, although I was moved by Brené Brown’s Netflix special The Call to Courage. Very worth a watch.
Basically, all I’ve been listening to is my playlist for The Poisoned Moon. Which goes like this:
Homesick – The Cure
Particles – (feat. Nanna Bryndís Hilmarsdottir) Olafur Arnalds
Falling Slowly – Marketa Irglova & Glen Hansard
Skinny Love – Bon Iver
Elephant – Jason Isbell
Signs – Bloc Party
JC – Sonic Youth
Lovecrimes – The Afghan Whigs
Decatur St. – The Twilight Singers
Fast Blood – Frightened Rabbit
Sunday – Bloc Party
Paper Thin Hotel – Greg Dulli
For Emma – Bon Iver
Brothers On a Hotel Bed – Death Cab for Cutie
Stars – Hum
Williamine – Ben Gibbard & Jay Farrar
Empire – Of Monsters and Men
Fair – Remy Zero
Suicide Machine – Hum
Hyperballad – The Twilight Singers
Why I Like The Robins – Hum
Keeping Warm – We Were Promised Jetpacks
Doldrums – Fear of Men
Say Something – A Great Big World
What Sarah Said – Death Cab for Cutie
I Hate It Too – Hum
Apollo – Hum
A lot of my time lately has been spent thinking about vulnerability, courage, the gap between wealth and empathy, the end of the world via climate suicide, middle age sexuality, the believability of a younger woman falling for an older man who doesn’t have money, why the most interesting women I’ve met lately have all been gay and if the reason so many straight women seem boring to me right now is because the ones I meet are all trying to be inoffensive to some perceived fragility in my masculinity. I’m also dwelling on toxic masculinity, art as a means of redemption, the appeal of celibacy, and what it means to be white in a society where that question is never actually addressed, but when it is, people think anyone pondering “whiteness” is a white supremacist and how that might be a barrier to a white person attempting to become “woke” to the very simple fact that it is white people’s ignorance of what it means to be white in a society where racism depends upon white people being blind to the structural, unspoken privilege of their own whiteness.
Sigh. there’s too much.