Follow Friday!

Loves,

It's Friday and you know what that means. TOMORROW IS CATURDAY! Yes, but it also means today is Follow Friday so get commenting and get pressing that follow button.

Today's question:

Q. In books like the Sookie Stackhouse (True Blood) series the paranormal creature in question "comes out of the closet" and makes itself known to the world. Which mythical creature do you wish would come out of the closet, for real?

OH MAN DO I LOVE TRUE BLOOD. Never read the books though.. Hmm, an interesting question. I'll say witches. Yeah yeah yeah I know all about those dusty little shops filled with folks in frocks rubbing stones together for the moon goddess of the north, but I'm talking WITCHES as in Harry Potter and Charmed. Actually, I'd like to come out as a witch. I think that'd be a good thing to be. I think it'd be best to be a Bewitched witch. No demons would try and kill me, although all that housework... a demon within itself.

I almost said fairies, but a lot of us are already out of the closet ;)

Thanks for reading AND FOLLOWING,
Nick

A Book Binger's Separation Anxiety

Loves,

I'm going back to cowledge this Saturday Caturday and I haven't packed my underwear or toothbrush or rice cakes yet. I have packed all my books.

I don't get it. They're heavy; I'll never have the time to read/re-read them what with all the reading I'll be doing for classes, essay writing, working, and manuscript revisions. Also, socializing. If you don't socialize in cowledge it can be pretty unbearable. Still though, I packed up my Steinbeck boxset, my Faulkner boxset, complete collections of O'Connor, all the Palahniuks and Heims and McCarthys and Oates and about twenty or so more novels that simply CANNOT be left behind. Am I crazy?

There's such a safety in these books, such a gathering of home. They're all kind of my friends, I guess. They're your grandmother's pillow you took after her funeral. They're your mother's perfume when you're all grown up and she's gone, but boy does that smell take you back. Does this make sense? Am I dumb?

When a friend saw all my piled books they said, "When will you ever have time for casual reading?"

I hate the phrase "casual reading" and if anyone ever uses it to describe my manuscript when it grows up to be a novel (I've decided that WILL happen) I might cry. No reading should be casual. Fiction must be jarring, has to grab you by the neck and rattle you to a world away from your living room so that you can understand your living room.

All novels must not only abduct you to be a success, they must also bring to you Stockholm Syndrome.

What's casual about that?

Thanks for reading,
Nick

Back To The Real World of Fiction

Loves,

Toronto was fab. Days were spent hounding the streets and shopping and getting hit by waves of exhausted silence only to stop for a Blue Lagoon or Pale Ale or Beached which sent us into a type of delirium that resulted in us imagining Great Danes dressed up as one another. We're strange. At night we drank orient apple Absolut Vodka in the hostel and made ourselves pretty. A man from Austria asked me if I was Persian and I felt like the classiest guy. Then we headed out and club hopped, bar hopped, hopped out of our fancy ouchy shoes.

I miss it already.

But I have this distraction in that the manuscript I've been working on for however long is coming to a close. The first draft. I think I know what I want to call it, but for now it will stay "manuscript." I don't think unpublished authors should be allowed to call works in progress "novels" or "books," because chances are they aren't. Novels and books are things that have struggled through query letter hell and submission hell and agent revision and editor revision and galleys and ARCs and finally ended up on a shelf, in a Kindle. Maybe this manuscript will make it to that. I have hopes for her, but before any of that comes REVISIONS. Writing is rewriting. Editing and chopping and copy/pasting.

Right now they're killing each other to this:

Now I know I have a few writers following me from cowledge (which I return to this week which means homework is going to try and interrupt the revising of manuscript especially because I'm in two 300 level classes and a 400, but I will prevail. Somehow), but what about the rest of you? Any writers? What do you write? What's your writing habits?

Thanks for reading AND WRITING,
Nick

All That Glitters is Old

Loves,

A summer or so ago I attended a writing workshop on creative non-fiction. My piece was complimented by the mother of one of the other writers. I thought that was pretty sassy of the mother to come and gush all over me while her kid ate a quarter of a ham sub in the corner. Well, I've since revised revised revised and now it's been published on Thought Catalog! Check it out here: Why I Am Water Between Two Worlds

They changed the title.

I also found out that another short story of mine, "Little Deformities", will be published in Cannoli Pie Literary Magazine! I'll link you when it's up.

And guess what else? I'll be working in the school library this year and no fried chicken is allowed.

Now I'm going to Toronto with two of my girls.

Thanks for reading (you're why I write),
Nick

Barbie took a seat on the sofa...

Loves,

She said with blonde hair twined with between finger and thumb, "I only do coke on special occasions."

"What's so special about today?"

She let loose the hair and told me the month, day, year, and time. "It will never be now ever again."

She sniffed up her fifth line and dabbed the aftermath blood drip with a caked tissue already stained pink.

Thanks for reading,
Nick

What the Zombies Wrote

Loves,
A review. Of a book. The day after I finished it. I do believe in miracles. I do. I do. I do.

"She lifts both arms in surrender, but the bleeding black thing disappears, vacuumed through the open window, a single swift bolt, as though it never existed at all." 

Finished Scott Heim's In Awe. It's his lesser known work, overshadowed by Mysterious Skin. I must say that I understand that shadow. The misfits in Mysterious Skin were odd in a way that lent them to likability, while the misfits in this work were kind of... freaks.Their actions are bizarre  outlandish, and at times unbelievable, but each eyebrow raised action pours them out to the reader. These weirdos give us their insecurities and fears in raw detail no matter if we can handle it or not. This is what makes the novel strong.

In Awe surrounds three people coping with the death of a mutual friend family member. There's Harriet, the delirious and spaced mother of the diseased; Sarah, a young woman obsessed with the macabre and horror flicks; and Boris, a disturbed teen obsessed with a boy that doesn't know he exists.

At times, the novel's language makes the book seem somewhat paranormal, despite no supernatural elements. It's a dreamy language, hazy at points. It's easy to get lost in, to flow too in the rush. But that's what these characters are: Lost. Abandoned. Unrequited. Their fantastical worlds have spilled to reality.

In Awe is an exact representation of living after losing a loved one.

Thanks for reading,
Nick

Follow Friday & Book Blogger Hop

Loves,

You know the drill! Follow moi et I follow tu. That's french. I think. I'm not very good at French. I failed all my exams and had to retake them for a higher score and left the class with a C. Meh. C'est la vie.

Question for the week:

Q. How has your reading habits changed since you were a teen? or If you are still a teen what new genres are you in love with currently?

I'M STILL A TEENAGER. No I'm not. I'm twenty years old. T-W-E-N-T-Y. That spells "old." No it doesn't. 

Surprisingly, my reading habits have changed quite a bit between nineteen and twenty. My teenage years were lazy days. I went to school through the motions. Didn't have too many friends. Don't get me wrong, I didn't wear Korn t-shirts and paint my nails black and blab about the world not understanding me. No, that was middle school. In high school, I spent most of my free time either re-watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer or reading books. I loved Stephen King and still do. He's vastly underrated. I have moved beyond that safety net quite a bit. I really enjoy transgressive, southern gothic, and literary fiction. I didn't know I liked Young Adult until I became an adult. Reading time has changed quite a bit. I attend college now, have become QUITE social, and write consistently. Of course I still read. All writers must read. It's more of a planned activity rather than a way of life now, which almost seems sad. Sometimes I have to schedule in reading time. I don't think it's all that melancholy. Books help us understand the world and what good is something understood if we do not take the time to embrace it?

Book Blogger Hop's question:

“Let’s talk crazy book titles! Highlight one or two (or as many as you like!) titles in your personal collection that have the most interesting titles! If you can’t find any, feel free to find one on the internet!”

 Hmm. I particularly enjoy The Chronology of Water and The Grapes of Wrath. Very strong titles that really jar when the eye scans over the spines. Never Let Me Go, Mysterious Skin, As I Lay Dying, Gravity's Rainbow are all great too. Wally Lamb, while his works can be too sentimental/melodramatic for some, comes up with striking titles like She's Come Undone, The Hour I First Believed, and I Know This Much is True. I hear his next book will be called Willow, Weep For Me or We Are Water, both great. 

Thanks for reading,

Nick