I finished Hemingway’s The Sun Also Rises yesterday before clocking into work. Fantastic read. Of course, I’m not breaking any new ground in saying so. Hemingway’s considered a master for a reason. Whenever anyone asks me what I read, I always feel a little bit awkward. I generally read books that came out before my parents were born. Maybe that makes me unsuited to write in the modern world, but these things are classics for a reason! It’s not my fault that there are so damn many of them. I don’t want to miss any.
I appreciate Hemingway because of his amazing ability to put his narrator into the vapidness of the 1920’s jazz world. He’s simultaneously a working cog of the plot and also a dispassionate viewer of the actions around him. It’s very interesting. My eyes misted a bit. Not out of sadness, but just from the weight of what he’s writing.
I’m starting Pearl S. Buck’s Dragon Seed now. I’ve read and loved a lot of her stuff already, but this one slipped past me. So far, I’m really liking it.
Now that I’ve edited Bill the Fly, it’s just waiting and promotion. Eventually I’ll share my experience with self-publishing. So far, it’s maddening. The tools are simple, but you really have to stand on your own two feet; constantly affirming yourself that, no, your book is good and hoping that you’re not wrong.
Then you remember that Fifty Shades of Grey is a thing and you go, “Yep. It’s definitely good.”
‘Morning, all. I’ve moved the blog around a little. I’m trying to get to the point where I can post more often without writing time-consuming opinion pieces. You’ll find those under “Opinion (Mine)” whenever they pop up, but, for the most part, we’re going to keep this nice and casual.
I just ordered the first proof of Bill the Fly, and everything looks set for the July release. This book is all I’ve been thinking about for a few months now and I feel like I’m going just a leetle bit crazy. It’ll be good to actually hold something physical in my hands. In the next two weeks or so, I’ll be sending it away to independent reviewers to (hopefully) get some good publicity going.
Also, everyone should listen to Viet Cong. Their self-titled album came out in the beginning of this year and it is absolutely amazing.
Anyways. This is just a little update.
Behold the cover of my new novel, releasing this July!
Jacob Kingsley is a bachelor in his thirties. He wears the same clothes every day. He spends his nights playing GameBox and drinking beer. A talking fly with magical powers follows him around wherever he goes, but, other than that, he’s just a normal guy.
Bill the Fly is a trippy dark comedy dealing with relationships, modern life, and murder.
Look for it on Amazon on 7/23!
It’s Star Wars day. Get out your lightsabers. Puns aside, it’s hard to write. It’s even harder to write when money’s coming in slowly through avenues that suck up your time and leave you tired at the end of the day–too tired to write. It’s hard to write when you feel pressured to “get a real job,” and it’s hard to write a blog post about being pressured to get a real job when you feel like complaining is childish and you should just suck it up and do what your parents and grandparents have done for centuries and just work–work for your family and those you love.
Here’s a topic that will interest no one. Authors are frequently speaking objectively about their art and what it means, and we all remember when J. K. Rowling spoke ex cathedra and declared Dumbledore gay. A valid question that one should ask if that one, like me, is a pretentious literary turd is, what does that mean? How important is the author’s opinion about his work? WHERE IS THE MEANING, and why am I asking such enormous, monumental questions, and do I actually intend to answer them in a Wednesday morning blog post?
It’s been many moons since last I dusted off this ol’ blog, and, surprisingly, I’m still getting traffic (thanks all three of you)! “What ever could spawn such a divergence from laziness, Nate?” you ask. I’m glad you asked. It’s a terrible trend that is affecting the young and so-called “educated” in liberal arts classes across American colleges: an advocacy for censorship.
It’s been a bit, and I apologize for the irregularity of my posts. I’m currently working on a few personal matters as well as a new novel. With any luck, I can get back to a more regular schedule in the middle of Spring once things have quieted down, but no promises.
That being said, I appreciate your support and I would GREATLY appreciate it if you would mosey on down to the good people at HelloHorror and check out my short story, “A Miracle Repaid.” It’s one of the first stories I wrote and I’ve been waiting a long time for it to get some readers. Give it some love and tell me what you think.
Best wishes to you all.