I often tell myself that coming up with awesome, interesting, worthy ideas is the easy part. The challenge lies in turning those ideas into stories that don’t cause spontaneous ocular hemorrhaging. I’m fairly new to the writing scene. I’m not published (working on it), I’ve never kept a journal, and most of my ideas spend their lives in a box at the end of my desk. But, with honest to God adulthood peeking over the horizon, and the first, golden rays of my future shining in the distance, I feel that now is the time to get myself out there, to bite the bullet, to do any other cliches that can be used here, and face real, public reviews on what I’ve been able to scribble down.
I’m currently working on a novel. Well, really, its a story prompt, that morphed into a short story, and then became a kind of novella after I fed it enough ink (and some of my soul), before emerging from its papery cocoon as a beautiful, little-engine-that-could novel, where it fluttered around a bit before being eaten by a big bird called “true novel”. I think. Its not finished, but its more polished than most Twilight fan fiction (which, admittedly, isn’t saying much.) I hope to have it ready for some kind of release/publication by the end of the year, but that’s a deadline I’ve only contemplated. I could pull a George R.R. Martin and wait another six years (probably not). Regardless of whenever it sheds it’s Beta status, I’ll post some of my choice snippets for your reading pleasure. I welcome any and all feedback. Constructive criticism would be preferred but, if the only way your mind can formulate an opinion of my writing is by calling it the hate spawn of that one time Satan slipped a Tibetan Yak Shaman some E and knocked her up, well…that’s ok too. I might actually respect an opinion as precise as that. My point is, this is the internet, and asking people to be nice on the internet is like expecting Vladimir Putin to support gay rights by exhuming Freddie Mercury’s corpse and giving it a reach around on live TV; its probably just not going to happen (Unless Vlad get’s crazy blasted). So, I’ll make a tentative deal with everyone who stops by. I’ll post my writings and listen to what everyone has to say. If the feedback ranges anywhere from “not that great but if might be better if…” to “so good that Oprah should rename her book club to the Paul’s Beard’s Book Club“, I’ll keep posting. If not, I’ll stop. I like to think that I’m a decent writer, but truthfully, I don’t know. No one outside my inner sanctum of readers have ever seen anything I’ve written. So, that’s where you, the kind, accepting hands of the interwebs come in. Let me know what you think. I hope you enjoy what I have to offer.
I’ll just be over here, rocking back and forth in the corner, mumbling to myself as I await your feedback.