Showing posts from September, 2019

My Instruments of Writing

I'm probably not going to be able to do four posts per weekend in the future, but since this blog is just starting out and I've hit a bit of a blocker in my novel, I might as well give the content here a jump-start. So, what's my writing setup like? Well, I'll start with some pictures and then explain what's going on. Here's a picture of my desk: I've got a Cherry MX Clear CODE keyboard, a cheap mouse that barely works, a nice 25" 1080p monitor and a pile of wires like spaghetti. This desk came with the dorm room, and overall its pretty nice, except for one thing: there's no way to do wire management. That's a problem which I haven't really figured out how to solve; I've just slapped a power strip behind my monitor and run everything from there. It looks ugly as all hell, but it works well enough. They won't let me drill holes in the desk... Next, comes the more complicated bit: This is my writing setup for my short sto

Damocles Curse

The ship creaked like an ancient sailboat, the gravitational shearing forces rotating and twisting its carbon fiber and metallic hull. From the outside, it must’ve looked as bright as a blue giant star in all its blazing glory, but inside, all Ly could see was the dim outline of the hallway. He could just make out its bulkheads, and the darkened screens of the damaged access panels, but he wasn’t sure if that was just memory. He blinked and shook his head. Some of the details were gone when his vision focused again. A whisper of air crawled through the ship, along with a puff of steam from the temperature difference between the humidified oxygen tanks and the deathly-cold walls. Ly knew it was just the life support system, but his skin crawled just the same: he’d been alone for three days now, and all his senses were heightened by the dark. He’d been getting used to the near-silence. Sitting on the sloped panel that connected the vertical and horizontal walls, he’d almost started dr

Venus' Claws, Extended

I watched while the darkened side of Ceriphath glowed, dotted and dashed with a web of lights beneath the swirled clouds. A million humans, or something like that, living their short and mostly stupid lives; burning light like fireflies against the cold blackness of the sky and uncaring, cavernous space. I sat in my cockpit, knees bumping up against the cheap white ceramic of the dashboard, looking through the unconvincing window formed by a geodesic dome of monitors. They didn’t show anything like the reality of the outside world: their dynamic range failed them before they hit the true blacks or the dazzling highlights of outer space. They served their purpose, though. If I’d been anything less of a goddamn miser, after all, I wouldn’t have been able to weather this depression. If what I’d been doing the last ten years could be called weathering, and not just surviving. Even out here among the numberless stars suspended in the infinite pit of space, humanity wasn’t free from the et

Introducing the Blog

Why does this blog exist? I need accountability. Wait wait, let me explain. I'm in the process of writing my second novel, and so far I've been able to keep up a good pace; but the first novel I tried, I never finished. I'm within about four thousand words of the point where that first novel petered out, now, and I'm trying to ensure that I will end up continuing this time. There are a couple reasons for why I never finished that novel, but the main one is that there was nobody to urge me on, to provide constructive criticism, to tell me to keep going. Moreover, there wasn't any real way to document my struggles, to work through writer's block, or to document my thoughts and successes. I need that, and I think most writers do. The other reason that that first novel failed was that I tried to use the much-vaunted "pantsing" method, starting with the idea and some basic characters and just letting it develop from there. The problem I ran up agains