Tag Archives: writing

Creative Endeavor

Get your eyeballs away from the TV and go do something.

If you’re one of the dudes who follows the @dudesguide Twitter feed, then you know I’ve been a bit busy in the last couple of weeks. Well, a bit busy might be underselling the whole thing.

Over the course of two weeks, I managed to write a little more than 80,000 words, creating a long-thought-about young adult book. It’s a really fun idea, but you’ll have to trust me on this one as I’m trying to get it represented by an agent so I can sell it to a publisher and I wouldn’t want anyone to look at the idea and then do it better.

Not that I think you would do that, but, you know, that guy. Yeah, him.

Moving on.

It’s been an amazingly satisfying experience. I don’t know what happened or why it kicked off like it did, but I found myself sitting down at the computer, turning on some tunes for the background and then typing. I would literally look up three hours later (or more depending on the day) and find that I’d written five thousand (or whatever) words and didn’t remember anything else but the story happening for the past three hours.

It felt as if a mere tick of the old-timey analog clock second hand hadPoor goldfish. All for an idea bout colored shoelaces that no one will actually care about. passed, and, yet, it was three hours gone down the memory hole. Three hours and I’d produced another significant chunk of a world that only I knew, but that needed to be shared.

Now, I’m not saying that what I wrote is deathless prose or that it will change the lives of anyone who reads it (although I wouldn’t be against that happening, you know?), but this is something that, before three weeks ago, existed only as a notion in my diseased brain.

And now it’s a thing. I’m in the process of showing it to some friends who are going to read it and then give me some insight on if it’s any good or what I should change.

It’s not like a book I can hold in my hands, but it is something I created by myself. I brought this into reality by conscious effort and directed intention. It is a wonderful, amazing feeling that more people should try to achieve.

Again, no. I’m not suggesting you all take up writing. Frankly, I don’t need the competition. But I do suggest you find something you like, something you can learn about, and then do it.

Create. Discover. Give birth to your ideas using your hands and your will. Feel the sense of satisfaction that comes from creation. Smile the smile of the dude who has done, and is getting ready to do again and again.

Stretch yourself. Find something that’s just a bit more complex than you’ve done before and then learn how to do it. Then do it. Improve your skills in whatever you choose, then follow your plans through to completion.

Dudes, there is nothing like creation. It is an unmatched feeling and it can be yours. Whenever you decide it’s time for you to get it.

So go get it.

Share on Facebook

If It’s Tuesday, This Must Be mumblemumblesomethingsomething

Will I get in trouble if I say this is my time of the week?

No, probably not. Not enough people reading this thing* to worry about anyone getting on my case. Most of you folks are either nice, know me well enough to know I’m harmless or are family and, in that last case, I know about you, too, so don’t even try.

Anyway, I wanted to point you in the direction of, yet again, the Charlotte Parent Magazine community blogs Stay-At-Home Dudes site where I’ve written a little bit for them. In other words, this is the day of the week where I put in some time over there. This time I’m talking about surviving a torture most cruel and unusual and me doing the most amazing thing ever.

Small taste for when you go there: I Punked The Batman!**

I’ll be back here with more good stuff. That was a promise, not a threat. I’ve been told that people often have a hard time distinguishing between the two when I’m saying them. Not sure I understand, but there you go.

Footnotes and Errata

* Except for the 160-odd of you dudes who decided on Sunday to start reading a four-year-old post about horrifying members of class insecta called Palmetto Bugs. No, I don’t get it either, but I’m certainly glad you (or they) visited. I might have to start writing more about cockroaches and the rest of those types.
** Not kidding, either. I’ve got photographic evidence. Go there now and read all about it.

Share on Facebook

Sunday Showcase: The Fault In Our Stars

I’m not ashamed to admit to you dudes that I cry when reading some books.

Like, for instance, the entire last third of A Prayer for Owen Meany. A more recent tearjerker is the young adult novel The Fault In Our Stars by John Green.

Green rapidly is being known for writing books filled with quirky characters facing odd problems with very witty dialogue. This book, though, isn’t really that odd a problem.

It’s cancer. And the book, while a bit predictable in places, is devastating.

And now they’ve gone and made a movie about it, which surely will be a less involving affair than was the book. Considering the black, black, black humor of the source material, I’m not sure if the movie will be the type to actually make any money.

When one of the biggest running jokes is about a kid who loses his remaining eye to cancer and is blind from then on, you know you’re in some pretty dark territory. No pun intended.

So, anyway, here’s the first trailer for the movie to let you get an idea of what’s going on.


Share on Facebook