every night turns out to be a little bit more like bukowski

If I'd waited just twenty-four hours to post this it would've been exactly two months to the day since between blog posts, but fuck it.

So I just finished outlining my second novel. This is cool for me, and not just because of the whole "whoa second novel?!" aspect. Yeah, it's awesome that I have a first novel, and its getting published, and hopefully it won't be universally panned and all my friends won't think I'm a terrible writer. No, its also cool because prior to this whenever I've undertaken a writing project or something I've always just winged it (wung it?). To be honest that was a terrible approach and usually resulted in me getting frustrated and abandoning the script or story or whatever halfway through because of plotholes or lack of direction or any number of reasons. So when I finally pushed myself and wrote something substantial (269 pages son!) it turned out to be a Kerouac copycat, stream of consciousness rambling tale. It's even about traveling for christ's sake. And I'm okay with that, cause the parallel is actually intentional. I like how that book turned out (though I'm sure the moment I see it in print I'll cringe at every damn page and think myself a terrible writer. So I probably won't read it...just kidding...maybe). But now if I'm going to keep up this writing thing, I can't be a one trick pony. Kerouac realized that, and I realized that. So when I decided on the story I wanted to write next, I told myself I would outline the whole thing so I remembered exactly the points I wanted to hit and don't get (too) off track. And then I spent the last couple months -----

(this break indicates the nearly forty six hour pause I took to get really drunk, spend several hours in the ocean, go see one of my favorite bands in New York, read a lot, and have an all around good time before coming back to finish this blog)

----- being lazy and coming up with ideas for the book, as well as another one I aim to write after this one (I'm a goddamn machine!!). I actually do that a lot, come up with tons of ideas for some cool story but never string them together in to anything coherent. But this time I outlined some of them and I'm going to turn it in to a novel if it kills me. I also have a film script in the works (and by in the works I mean I'm too lazy to just start writing the fucking thing) and some other ideas cooking. So I suppose I'll post updates about the creative process on here every now and then. Or not.

But anyway, how bout that break huh? I bet the entire internet was holding its breath while I didn't finish a post I started two days ago. I'm sorry, but I do have a life, you know? Anyway, I'm out of shit to say really. I should probably be writing that book I was babbling so much about but instead I'm doing a very Brad thing and myspacing a series of bands in rapid succession. Check out Great Friend Of Mine and Lemons Are Louder Than Rocks. I'm about to try Man Man. I hear they're weird, and Brad says they suck but his opinion is near-useless much of the time, so who knows if I'll make it out alive.

Stay black.