Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Insecure Writer's Support Group - Does fitting into crazy places mean you're crazy?

Yes!!! I'm on time for Alex J. Cavanaugh's Insecure Writer's Support Group. Success is mine. Muahahahahahaha! This goes down every first Wednesday of the month. 

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I've been working in bookstores for a few years. Before, and quite a bit during I've also had jobs at random clubs downtown.

The bookstore v.s. downtown night scene. Which one is the crazier work environment? I'd have to say it's a toss up.

Bookstore humor, located in our receiving room.
Working at night clubs I've listened to guys cry into their drinks over lost family members. I've consoled off-duty cops as they looked for stuff that was, and is, only quasi-legal.

Working at a bookstore I was asked by someone in mourning if I wanted to see their recently deceased mom. I expected him to pull a photograph out of his backpack, not an urn.

I watched book sales soar after a drunk off her ass drug addled author gave the worst reading of her career. I had only met her when she was helpful and engaging. Book sales after that event were 'normal'. 

The next time she was in town she was having, ehem, issues. Everyone wanted to know who the author was that bombed 'that one night', and buy her book. Insane.

My gravitation towards crazy people has me questioning my own sanity. Is this just the occupational hazard of being a writer? Do you feel the same?

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Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Beethoven went through hella notebooks.

“Don’t only practice your art, but force your way into its secrets, 
for it and knowledge can raise men to the divine.”
Ludwig van Beethoven 

This is my stack. The red moleskin with my, Clockwork Orange sticker, "I'm completely reformed." is my favorite idea starter.

Did I keep notebooks because I needed to write? Or did I need to write because I kept notebooks?

I was always given notebooks as presents when I was a kid. Probably because blank paper is cheap and it got me to sit down and shut up.

The first piece I remember feeling proud of was a play I wrote when I was seven. I performed it with my cousin for my family on Easter Sunday. The script didn't have many words, but consisted of blocked out story boards on construction paper. 

The plot was simple.

Two girls find a baby on the beach. They look for the baby's family. After some research they realize the baby is dead. The end. 

According to Christopher Booker's seven plots of literature, this plot falls under quest and tragedy. It should have sunk under rebirth. I got the whole resurrection thing backwards, or maybe I'm  a visionary.

So when Sri Lankan poet, and my professor, Pireeni Sundaralingham insisted everyone juggle notebooks, I let go of all my notebook hoarding shame.

I know many of you keep multiple journals. My main stays include my idea starter, my notes and outlines for each project (which right now equates to three notebooks), a personal development notebook, and my planner/diary/dream journal. 

How many notebooks do you keep on rotation?