I initially planned to release this episode around Christmas, but then Christmas happened and apparently right after that is New Year’s and things got hectic. So my apologies for the delay, especially to Art.
But here it is, finally: my conversation with Art about his Amber Fang series, Kurt Kirchmeier’s The Absence of Sparrows, Stephen King, tricky book titles, and how he walked from New York to Australia. Hope you enjoy!
Well, here we are again. Just when you think this place is dead, I bring it back to life – with another episode of the Eater of Words! This time my guest is Jeanette Lynes, who for some unknown reason brought me into the MFA in Writing program at the University of Saskatchewan. This time the roles are reversed though – I ask the questions and she provides the answers. Hope you enjoy.
Well, it’s been awhile. Turns out working full-time (and sometimes editing part-time) takes up a lot of your day, and once you get home, you have to do all this household stuff! I haven’t done any writing of note either! But I am starting to feel it again. That’s the upside of living in a city where you don’t know anybody and don’t have a social life: you can work a lot. So that’s what I intend to do.
Yet, as Bart Simpson used to say (and I think I mentioned this before): I can’t promise you I’ll do it. But I can promise you that I’ll try.
With that being said, here is the second episode of this thing that I’m doing where I talk to people and don’t get paid (see, this is how I distinguish this from work). Hope you enjoy!
Phew. The last two months have been hectic and exhausting and all around madness. I moved across the country, started a new job, furnished my new apartment, got entangled in the nightmare of non-Saskatchewan Canadian bureaucracy (still ongoing), went to Germany, had a cousin stay with me for a week right after I came back from Germany, and have overall been extremely busy.
But now, I’m back. And what better way to pick up again than with the inaugural episode of my podcast? The audio is still a bit low in some parts, but I’m learning.
Without any further ado – here’s the audio. Hope you enjoy. 🙂
Telegrams were a bit before my time but most of us are still familiar with their staccato style which was solely intended to transmit information (for modern comparison: think of text messages and their, sometimes odd, abbreviations). In this respect, Cormac McCarthy’s 2005 novel No Country For Old Men reminded me of telegrams (or text messages, if you will).
opens up with Llewelyn Moss hunting antelope in the Texas desert one morning
when he comes across the scene of a drug deal gone awry. Everybody’s dead,
except for one badly injured Mexican. He also finds a satchel with 2.4 million
dollars. He takes the money and goes home, but returns to attend the injured
Mexican. However, another truck arrives. From there, the chase is on.
The novel was
originally drafted as a screenplay which may explain its style of mostly short,
functional sentences. It indeed had the effect of reading the treatment of a
screenplay: I felt like I was holding a camera, following the characters, and
transcribing their actions and words. No time for poetic prose or introspection.
Functionality over everything.
This narrative distance however also means that we don’t get any introduction to the characters. We are just thrown into the action and have to figure out what is actually happening and why. Who is Llewelyn Moss? Who is Anton Chigurh? What are their likes, their dislikes? What is their background? Their motivation? We really don’t know for the most part. All we learn about them is what they tell us or what sheriff Bell finds out. That is it.
McCarthy employs another interesting stylistic choice which actually helped me
along the way: he doesn’t use quotation marks. He doesn’t even separate a
character’s actions from his speech. They occur together in the same paragraph
and it is up to us, the reader, to figure it out. The only help we get is that
McCarthy uses vernacular spelling and idiomacy expression for direct speech
(e.g. “sit” becomes “set”).
effect of this choice on me was that, as a reader, I constantly had to be on my
toes. I had to read closely and couldn’t skim over a sentence or space out.
Yet, still, I’m not sure I picked up every clue and hidden nod towards what was
actually going on. Anton Chigurh, for example, remains a mystery to me.
Having said this, the story is actually quite engaging although there is no reason why we should care for any of the characters since we don’t know enough about any of them and none of them are really portrayed as likeable – with the only exception perhaps being sheriff Bell, who is also the only character we get to know a bit about in the form of brief, journal-like excerpts that open up every chapter.
enjoy (modern) Westerns or thrillers involving mysterious characters and nebulous
motivations, or if you’re more interested in plot than poetic prose, No Country For Old Men is for you. It’s
gritty, rough around the edges and unpretentious. In that, its style reflects
Hello again, my favorite people. Yes, you. All of you.
It’s a new year and, as far as I’m concerned, everybody starts with a clean
slate. Which means you, who are reading this, already got on my good side.
A new year also means that SiNoWriMo is over and done
with. I ended up just short of 23,000 words which is fine but only about half
of what I was aiming for. I would be disappointed but I decided to be less hard
on myself this year and so I just shrugged it off. It is what it is. Writing is
not a matter of how fast you get words on the page. It is about getting those
damn words on this blank, snow-white sheet of bleached, dead wood at all. So:
good job, Simon. Give yourself a pat on the back. (Although there’s still a
little devil on my shoulder who whispers in my ear: ‘get yer lazy arse back to
work, ya filthy fecker.’ Don’t know why he’s Irish though.)
So. With all that 2018 baggage out of the way, let’s turn towards 2019. And you know what that brings? Yes! The debut of the Eater of Words Literary Podcast! But hold on, why do I write about it, when I can TELL YOU?
Too bad that I have the face for radio, but not the
voice. Anyway, this is what you get. Hope you tune in.
As you can also see: the wordpress part in the URL is
gone. Which means I purchased this domain. Well, actually I’m renting it, I
guess, since it costs me 120 CAD a year, or 10 bucks a month. Maybe I’ll need
to upgrade it eventually. But for now it’s got all the tools I need.
With the new (less complicated) domain come a few
changes. Change number 1: less personal rambling. Also, there’s a schedule I’ve
set for myself. A weekly rotation for every month and it goes like this:
Week 1: An outlook on what I’m doing this month
(basically a little personal rambling)
Week 2: A brief review of a book I’ve read the last
Week 3: Something on the craft of writing
Week 4: Podcast Episode
Now, the tricky thing is: there are some months with
five Sundays. I haven’t quite gotten around to finalize the plans on those.
There’s an idea – but that’s all I’m going to say about it for now.
So, I think we covered everything, right? Right. I’ll be back next week with my thoughts on Cormac McCarthy’s No Country For Old Men. I have no idea where I’m going with this, but we’ll see what I come up with – next week.
is terrible. Awful. Why would you do this to yourself? Stop already. This is
literally the drizzling shits. And offense to anybody who’s ever written
a glimpse into the thoughts I go through every day while writing.
not every day. Some days I skip my writing. I know I shouldn’t. But I try to
have 1 day per week to do everything else: grocery shopping. Searching for
jobs. Doing laundry. Literally everything else, so I can focus on writing for
the rest of the week. Maybe that’s a bad habit, but it’s an established one
now. And bad habits are hard to get rid of, or whatever that saying is.
said all that: I’m 15,907 words in. I should be at about 35,000 words. At this
point, I might as well swing for the fences. What’s the worst that can happen?
So, I guess that’s all you need to know at this point. Let me get back to my
writing. Because to a certain extent, I still believe I can reach my goal of
50,000 words. As nuts as that will sound to anybody who’s ever written fiction.
Or anything else. I can do this. All you need is the right environment, lots of
tea and a bit of an obsession with your characters and the journey they’re
me plunge back in. And maybe we can get a chant going?
can still do this.
can do this.
can do this.
See you next week – with something very special. Until then: Merry Christmas from the catsitter and Balto 🙂
Words are hard. Especially when they are supposed to form coherent sentences that merge into a coherent paragraph which, hopefully, blooms into a coherent text. Even worse: the longer you haven’t written on a consistent basis, the harder it becomes. It’s like working out: do it once and you’ll feel fine. It feels like you can go on forever. The second time it’s a little harder. Muscles start aching. The third time around, you start to question why you’re doing this at all. This is the point where many tap out and quit. But you’ve got to persevere.
My first week of SiNoWriMo has been like this. I’m at 6,263 words – not nearly where I should be but I’m still kind of proud of it. And it’s getting easier every day,although there are slower days when even the simplest sentence is hard work. But I keep on fighting through the pain.
On the upside, Christmas time is around the corner and I should be able to catch up. Why? Let’s be honest: there’s no sense in applying for jobs during Christmas week. Nobody will look at those applications. People are home spending time with their families and stuffing their faces with inordinate amounts of food…not that there’s anything wrong with that! I’m just pointing it out. Anyway, my point is that I will gain a week of focussing entirely on this new project and I should be able to make a good final sprint.
There’s other things I could talk about right now, but I’ll save those for next year. And I don’t want to waste too much time. I need to go back to writing. Hope you all have a wonderful week.
PS: Yes, I know this was two days later than announced. You know what though: that’s okay. Sometimes life just works out like that. I need to stop being so hard on myself anyway. Let’s be honest: would anybody have noticed the delay? Does anybody care?
Welcome to December, the season of torturous Mariah Carey and Wham songs. It is intended to be a time of contemplation and slowing down. The reality though, as we all know, looks very different. The three weeks leading up to Christmas are some of the most hectic of the year and Christmas itself – well, it depends on your family, I guess.
To cover up my growing frustration about the job hunt (what’s a German got to do to get a job around here?) and because I’m special, I decided to create SiNoWriMo – Simon Novel Writing Month. Screw NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) in November! Yet, the goal is the same: 50,000 words in a month. Let’s see how it’ll go. Two-and-a-half days in, I’m at 3,512 words. So I’m off to a good start.
There are also news on the podcast front: I’ve got four people lined up to appear on it, but we’ll only be able to record our first sessions in January. Which is fine with me. My goal was to go on air at the end of January and make this a monthly thing. So that suits me perfectly (no, I won’t tell you who my guests will be.)
I’ve also finally got around to create an editorial calendar for this blog. The consequence? I’ll try to post on a weekly base from now on. I’ve got a few literature-related ideas but they require a bit of time. This means that, in December, I’ll just be chronicling my progress in SiNoWriMo. Beginning in January though, this blog will be completely dedicated to book reviews, writing tips and podcasting. There’s even a certain method to the madness, so there’s lots to look forward to. Hallelujah!
In the meantime, I’ll still try to get a job. To be honest: I’m frustrated. 50 applications in and nothing to show for. Sitting on my butt for hours on end with nothing to do drives me nuts. To paraphrase a line from The Shining: all play and no work makes Simon a grumpy jerk.
Enough of the whining and complaining. Let’s stay positive. I’ll see you next week with an update on my SiNoWriMo. Until then: stay literate.
Believe it or not, but I am a very impatient person. Not with others. I am very patient with people because my cynic self tells me I shouldn’t rely on anybody else anyway (before any of you get offended: there are a few exceptions – very few). But when it comes to things I need to do, I need to achieve, I am very impatient. I cannot catch a break with myself. I’m my own worst critic. I can’t do anything to my fullest satisfaction.
That’s a tough mindset. But it also encourages you to get better all the time.
Having said that, it goes without saying that sitting at “home”, doing nothing but writing job applications is hard for me. I do what I can but there’s no progress because, well, I depend on others in this case.
You might be thinking now: but you keep talking about all those other projects of yours. What happened? Well, that’s the problem. Nothing’s happening. Because I’m waiting for people there, too.
– I am waiting to hear back about a potential part-time job opportunity as an independent contractor for a start-up. They will get back to me once their legal assistance confirms that my visa allows me to work as an independent contractor.
– I am waiting to hear back from potential podcast guests. I’ve sent out emails last week, but nobody’s answered so far.
– My bank cancelled my credit card and I have no clue why. There was no suspicious activity, I’ve only tried to purchase convocation pictures through the university – which wouldn’t accept a credit card issued in Germany, so it got declined. Once. Is that enough to cancel a credit card? Apparently. So they’ll send a new one to my dad’s house and he is in South Africa on vacation. So I won’t get that card until mid-December.
– Last, but not least: the job hunt (see above).
So there you go. I am waiting. All I can do is do the same things over and over again: write applications, write emails. Then sit on my ass and wait. Impatient, depressed and wondering what the fuck I’m doing. I’m so tired of this, of everything.
But what can you do?
Now excuse me. I need to write more emails. And job applications.