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What Two Years of Edits & Notes Looks Like

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Two years is a solid amount of time. Days come and go in silent flocks, barely brushing against your face as weeks and months cast shadows in the sunset of a year. Past time blends and smears into a whirlpool that, for the present you, makes it almost impossible to decipher how you ended up at this viewing platform, scratching your crotch in a state of proper dumbfoundment while trying to see your own reflection in the maelstrom. This is especially true when crafting a book. Years down the line you end up with a draft, probably in a digital form, and say “How the fuck did this happen?” The experience of writing a novel is easier to reflect upon, I think, when you have artifacts from the past to inspect. Little fossils of ink on scrap paper or notebooks you excavate from files and manila folders, maybe a forgotten back pack or underneath your car seat.

The image above is about half of the material I had physically edited or scrawled ideas and blips of dialogue upon for At Eternity’s Gate. Stacks of notes and doodles and around 90 pages of pen edited manuscript will remain forever lost to dimensions unknown. But here, for my own amusement, is a brief dive into the relics that remain. Imprints of a strange past consciousness influenced by worlds both imaginary, and real. Read More…

InCase Anyone Was Wondering…

2014-10-03_00011When I first launched this site I stated that At Eternity’s Gate would hopefully be finished in September, or possibly beyond. Well we are definitely in the beyond camp now. It’s not that I haven’t written the book, I most certainly have. I just haven’t written the best version of it that can exist. This is partly due to some life changes, as the summer has been full of new things for me, including but not limited to:

  • Nausea inducing bouts of existential ponderings.
  • Moving away from somewhere I’ve lived a long time.
  • Not having a job (which was planned, except for the crippling anxiety).
  • Adapting to life with cats. Very evil animals indeed.
  • Asphyxiating levels of self doubt and dense waves of depression.

It’s been hard to reflect properly and admit that I haven’t been who I used to be and who I aspire to become. By no means am I unfamiliar to this process. Read More…