Happy Thanksgiving!

Just a quick post here to wish everyone a happy and healthy Thanksgiving, if you’re in the states. (If not, I wish you a great day anyways!)

I’ll have more here next week, hopefully including the next Poetic Narrative, since I did list it as coming out in fall, which technically ends… uh, Monday. But we all know how I do with deadlines and timeframes.

In the meantime, if you have a little time, I recommend checking out the first one here. Don’t forget to give me a follow on Twitter, and sign up for my mailing list for more free stories!

Wanna Hear Me Ramble, But In Audio?

As I mentioned on my Twitter account (why aren’t you following me?), last Saturday I had the pleasure of sitting down and joining ZZ Adam’s not-a-podcast series, alongside Jon Knight and Rowena Harding-Smith. We had a great time chatting about writing, our upcoming projects, and more. In fact, we all had such a fun time that we went on for two hours (no worries, the brainmeld that is ZZ Adams had the wisdom to split this up into two episodes).

Head on over to the link below and let my voice forever enter your brain-case!

https://anchor.fm/zz-adams/episodes/Fireside-Chat-Part-2B-emgaqn/a-a3rltek

I Started This In A Tropical Storm

So, not much has happened since the last time I posted here. Just a presidential election, a sitting president claiming said election was fraudulent, COVID hitting record numbers, and as I write this a tropical storm hitting the Tampa Bay area.

Not much at all.

Capitalist Bacon has been pitched to a few agents. Of course I found flaws with the query letter and appropriately re-drafted. I’m going with the method of sending to a few at a time to judge the strength of my pitch, so it might take a bit to find representation—assuming, of course, that I do.

Finding the will to write in the meantime was, well, lacking for a few days. Specifically the days I was sitting and biting my nails, wondering if we’d indeed managed to remove a dictator via vote. Granted, that’s not a set-in-stone thing even now, but I do have a sense of confidence that even Trumps’ temper tantrums won’t save him this time. And Biden isn’t exactly… uh, great either… but I was on-board with the fact that removing Trump from power was the critical, and only, step number one in turning this country around.

It sure will be nice when we get to vote for a president and not just against one, won’t it? I mean, surely that will happen. Someday. Maybe. Uh, moving on.

So remember me mentioning that I’m writing this in the middle of a tropical storm hitting? Yeah… we’ll see if power holds. Internet is already down, which will explain why this is posted *after* said storm.

Pretty sure when President AOC seizes power, there won’t be any more tropical storms or hurricanes, so at least we have that to look forward to.

Ok, I am so damn distracted with this storm. Totally sitting on a patio and watching. Had a few Tornado Warnings today, including one when I was in my yard securing things and heard a really weird, loud noise nearby. (It wasn’t a tornado, obviously, but still gets the ol’ sphincter puckered.)

Also, transformers make for the prettiest light shows when they blow.

ANYWAYS… as I was saying, the will to write was lacking for a bit, but I’m back at it now. Mostly just editing older shorts and trying to find homes for them. I submitted to Apex’s Holiday Horror contest and was summarily rejected (lol), so I think I’ll be sending that out in a newsletter soon. If you’re interested, be sure you’re signing up for that!

Wow, I didn’t know mango trees could bend sideways. Seems the wind is picking up.

Ok, this is a Sisyphean task. Till next time. Stay safe!

The End

Such satisfying words to write. Granted… this was an edit, and in fact the second one, so Capitalist Bacon had technically been written for some time. But this was the first time I let myself write those words on the last page.

I’m also giving it one final polish, just a quick search-and-kill for dumb words (that, just, etc.), as well as to review some side-notes I made to be sure the final story shines for the reader the way it does in my head. But that will be quick, not even worthy of being called an edit.

So now it’s time to start querying. First to lean on Writer’s Digest tools to help write a pitch, then to start blasting out emails by the absolute buttload.

It’s hard to keep expectations reasonable. This is the first novel I’ll have ever seriously submitted anywhere, and I am still waiting for that elusive first magazine short-story pub, so I should probably be drinking pessimism by the gallon.

But whatever. Today I’ll sit back and let myself feel accomplished, maybe peruse some websites to see what kind of private jet I’ll buy with the massive advance a future publisher will surely bestow upon me.

Its Friday everyone, and not only that, Florida finally got its first cold front of the year (we’re down to the high 70’s, hooray!). Wherever you are and whatever your plans are for today and this weekend, I hope you all stay safe and well.

To keep up with future updates on Capitalist Bacon, be sure to sign up for my newsletter! Otherwise, until next time, when we’ll return to our regularly scheduled ramblings of a wanna-be writer.

It Is Wednesday, My Dudes

(I hope that’s not technically copyrighted or something.)

Phew. I definitely got back on track—now at chapter 15 out of 25. Seems reasonable that I should complete Capitalist Bacon’s final edit by Saturday. Tomorrow will be a smaller bit of progress due to another commitment, but if I still manage to squeeze two more chapters out, it should be smooth sailing. Not only did I get myself back in the game with the editing, but I also accomplished my side-quests today. Woot!

I gotta be honest, pushing myself the way I did today has left me pretty tired, so there’s not much I have the energy to say here. In a bit, I’m going to treat myself to a dinner of grilled steak and carrots. (Florida is pretty miserable right now, so I’m not sure cooking outside in the humidity over an open fire is the best idea, but I tend to make bad decisions.)

Remember, check out the ‘Published Here’ section for the Poetic Narratives, a series of short-ish stories detailing just how bad things can go for a terrible writer and his friends who are trapped in Florida and are also destined to frequently save the world from threats nobody else ever seems to notice. The first one is up now, and the second one will be out sometime this fall. (It’s ready for edits now but you’ll forgive me if my editing bandwidth is already a bit taxed.)

So, until next time my dudes. Hope your hump day was as hump-rific as mine was.

Staggering Forward is Technically Progress

What in the blue hell just happened?

I was up at 6am, went and did 45 minutes of cardio, and came back home. It was somewhere around after that time that everything went to pot.

My goal was ten chapters. It was an intentionally lofty goal—eight or nine would have still been great, five would have been acceptable.

I did three.

Another side-goal of mine, since I can’t sit for hours on end staring at a computer screen, was to re-mulch the back area of my yard. (This is not a difficult project. It’s a small strip and I use oak leaves.)

I mean, I looked at the area.

The problem is, I can’t figure out for the life of me what happened.

I had one minor set-back; my FIL’s battery died at a nearby park, so I ran and gave him a ride home. But that accounts for, at best, thirty to forty minutes of my day. I went grocery shopping, but the list was small and I was in and out in record time. I got to see my toddler interact with her Early Steps counselor, which was a treat, but that was about one hour. So… I can account for roughly two hours out of a day where I got such little progress that it’s frightening.

It may only be Tuesday, but as I’m starting my new job on Monday (and it’s quite an intensive one, time and brainpower-wise) my aim is to have Capitalist Bacon ready to start querying by Saturday. Sitting partway on chapter nine, with sixteen to go, is not a great position to be in. (Not to mention a few other obligations this week, particularly on Thursday, aren’t going to allow ample opportunities for make-up time.)

About two months ago or so, I wrote a blog about how having a structured 9-5 in-office job had forced me to organize and prioritize my days, especially in terms of writing, and how I found a boost in productivity thanks to it. Looks like I’ll need to snatch that lightning in a bottle going forward. Because by Jove, I’m getting this novel ready to go by Saturday.

Wish me luck, y’all. And if you’re enjoying blog posts about a struggling wanna-be author, I suggest you check the top menu for ‘Published Here’. The Poetic Narrative awaits you, a tale of just how bad things can go for struggling creatives, both in terms of the story itself as well as the story’s quality. You were warned.

Till tomorrow!

The Beast is Slain

Happy Monday everyone. I hope you all had a productive start to your week and that the caffeine flowed freely.

Much hand-wringing and meditation and possibly a shot of rum later, The Problem Chapter of Capitalist Bacon is now just Chapter 3. This did slow down the pacing of my edits… I concluded today on chapter 5 (again, out of twenty-five). Which is a bit behind schedule, but it should be fine.

While I am sweating the financial situation of being jobless for a week, I can’t argue the pleasure of spending a Monday editing my novel, playing with my toddler, gardening and composting, and cooking a lovely set of lamb chops for dinner. A guilty pleasure to be sure, but those are the best kind, after all.

Lest something weird happen and this novel actually becomes a success, I don’t want it to sound like I’ve done all the work myself. I have had world-class beta readers, all great writers themselves, and they have given me some suggestions that I have shamelessly taken and applied with gusto. (And yes, I leaned on two of them to ensure that my perceived fix of The Problem Chapter worked.) Fellow writers, whatever you do, get yourself *quality* beta readers. I can’t emphasize that enough, nor emphasize my gratitude to mine enough.

Tomorrow shall be another glorious day of edits. Goal is to get through ten chapters. If you’ve written a novel, you’ve likely experienced how the quality increases as you move along, so hopefully that speeds the process up.

For now, rosemary and garlic basted lamb chops await. (Lemme know if y’all want the recipe, this isn’t a cooking blog but I’m willing to share.) As ever, wish me luck tomorrow y’all, and I’ll see you then.

Sunday Funday

I’m on chapter three.

This sounds like an issue because there are twenty-five chapters in Capitalist Bacon. But being at three out of twenty-five is not *actually* the issue. The issue is: chapter three is The Problem Chapter.

While there is work to be done throughout the novel, for the most part each chapter worked. They played their part in terms of character development, plot progression, etc. They featured all the requisite parts for a chapter to work–conflicts, turns, twists, hooks, etc. And the ones that fell somewhere short on these have relatively easy fixes. An earlier or later beginning/ending, a reverse of dialogue, trimming some fat, what-have-you.

Not this chapter. This is The Problem Chapter.

Chapter three is critical in introducing one of the three POV characters as well as fleshing out a major secondary character. It lays the groundwork for conflicts that reverberate throughout the rest of the novel. The first three chapters are the bedrock on which the novel sits, and yet this chapter… is The Problem Chapter.

I really can’t go into detail about what the issue is, aside from there is a lack of conflict, and no clear way to introduce conflict without throwing the rest of the chapter off-balance. There are a few other things that need to be tweaked, but those can all be handled relatively easily. One of my beta readers, an extremely talented author in his own right, called this chapter one of the most intriguing problems he’s ever seen (yay).

So here we sit. It is Sunday, and I am staring at The Problem Chapter. Fix this, and the novel should sing. Fail, and the whole thing will fall apart.

Wish me luck.

Random Friday Attack!

Can’t be late if I’m not even bothering to pay attention to my self-imposed schedule!

Great news—I found a new job. Quite the promotion, really. Plus it is WFH, which was a major thing I was looking for.

I begin Nov. 2nd, which means I have a week to myself. While I do have a variety of tasks I need to accomplish in that time frame—some car repairs, badly overdue yard projects (me? running behind? never!)—there is one primary goal to accomplish: finalize edits of my hopefully debut novel, Capitalist Bacon.

The beta readers not only gave some amazing feedback that will really turn this lump of carbon into a diamond (assuming I apply the feedback correctly), but also a great amount of encouragement.

If the title doesn’t give it away, yes, there is a strong political lean in this book. Sales can be one of the most capitalist environments out there, so it tends to be… fun… when a sales person is a socialist. Let’s just say few sales managers likely voted for Bernie. (To be clear, that doesn’t mean they are all necessarily pure MAGA, either.)

But to be clear, the story isn’t just an inverted Animal Farm. What I hope to have created is a story that just about everyone has faced: living in the world we want to live in, versus living in the world we do live in.

I’ve created a schedule for myself over the next week that should allow me to finish this last round of edits and be able to begin poking agents. Yes, I will first attempt traditional publishing. Since time can be scarce for me, I am hoping to receive some additional support in getting this out to the world.

Part of my new self-imposed schedule, which I shall surely follow to a T, is to have update posts here every evening detailing my progress. So stick around!

A Bit of a Pivot

Happy Friday, y’all. I’m officially over two weeks late for this.

Normally this is where, after the standard apology for my tardiness, I go on to talk about where I’m at in my writing journey. The open journal for me to look back upon and cringe and all that. And while there’s plenty going on in that front (Capitalist Bacon cleared beta readership, some more shorts are out, some more rejections are in), I decided instead to take a different route this week. (Er, last week? Not sure what to count this blog post as anymore.)

Currently, I work in a pro-MAGA, heavily live-to-work environment. This clashes with my personality, my beliefs, and my goals. Ergo, while I am grateful to at least have a job right now, I’m also still very much in the job hunt. I am, daily, perusing application platforms like ZipRecruiter, Indeed, etc. etc.

Capitalism in a deep recession isn’t a great experience, we already know and feel this (and it’s not the first time for us Millennials, either). But if you want proof of just how miserable it can be, go ahead and visit one of these platforms and search for sales jobs.

Overwhelming even the glut of life insurance positions (which are legitimate enough), you will see scores of listings promoting “work from home, make $100-250k”. Too good to be true, obviously… except many sales professionals worked those kinds of jobs in the before-times. (I completely understand if that makes you a lot less likely to feel sympathetic towards them, but I assure you that’s not really the point here.)

But yes, they are indeed too good to be true. They’re the fun new face of MLMs (multi-level marketing schemes, otherwise known as pyramid schemes).

Of course, they’re well-hidden. In fact, you’ll even find them falsely posting under completely different company names. It’s a fun feeling thinking ‘wow, so-and-so is a great company, let me definitely apply there!’ and immediately get blasted with emails and texts asking you to watch videos on how Symmetry Financial or whoever-the-hell-it-is-today will make you all the money.

Most of them, however, are posted under completely random names. Like: ‘The Williams Agency’ or ‘Robert’s Group’. The names may be similar to other, more legitimate companies, but a quick glance will show no relation—and it’s probably not even meant to be implied that there was. Because, remember, pyramid schemes work by ensnaring people and turning them into puppets for said scheme. So, ‘The Williams Agency’ is in fact some LLC set up by a person named William, the entire purpose of the business being to grab more victims.

Pyramid schemes aren’t new. You’ve heard of them, probably know someone who dabbled in it (or still does). Perhaps you’ve even been suckered into a meeting or whatever. Generally, only fools fell for them. (Sorry if that includes you, but hey, failure is a great teacher.)

Yet seeing the number of postings, this is different now. And it makes sense. People are desperate. They’re scared. They’re all the negative emotional states a person should be in order to fall victim to a scam.

And to see also the level of deceit being employed just to get you to ‘apply’… those who operate these schemes know it. They smell blood in the water.

Every single posting was once a victim, and now a part of the problem. I do feel some sympathy, in a way. They’ve ‘invested’ money—probably a fair amount of it, all without a source of actual income—into whatever MLM lured them in. And they can’t just break even. They need to profit. This is replacing that missing source of income. The only way to crawl out of the pit they’re in is to grab more victims and climb out over their bodies.

Capitalism values greed. In dire times, this greed turns to cannibalism. We can’t celebrate the achievements that capitalism has brought, brag about the increased fervor in innovation, and ignore this side of it.

In prosperous times, pyramid schemes were just ways that nutrition shakes or cosmetic products or whatever shook down some suckers for a few bucks. In less-than-prosperous times, they’re complete and total scams intended to drain the desperate many for the fortune of a few.

You know, capitalism!

There’s a reason these practices aren’t illegal. There are laws and regulations surrounding them, but these are often easily loophole’d. At their core purpose, they are a few exploiting the hungry so that the top grows wealthy at the bottom’s expense. It would be a rich irony if a country that counts Jeff Bezos as a citizen did anything to stop that kind of activity.

And, perhaps in a delicious note of irony, those who fall victim to this are far more likely to lean capitalist over socialist. The entire marketing message is designed that way. (Told you the point of this isn’t to generate sympathy.)

When the economy eventually rebounds (ok, if…), a lot of these companies will fold, or restructure, or retreat to the shadows and continue operations on a scaled back level. And when the economy tanks again, they’ll be back in force. Because so long as we are a capitalist society, this is what you’re asking for, and this is what you’re going to get.

On a final note—if you are worried about these kinds of traps, or know someone in the job market and want to give them a heads up, Huffington Post recently published a great article explaining how to avoid them.

Y’all stay safe and healthy out there. Till next time.

(Oh, and don’t forget to go check out the Poetic Narrative. The second comes out soon!)