Wednesday, April 22, 2009
It's only in the last year that I've kicked it into gear as far as writing goes. I think that's one of the hardest hurdles to leap over--reaching that point where all the things that can so easily knock you down don't phaze you. Not to mention setting down everyday, no matter how you may feel and producing something workable. Being able to say, "Fuck the Muse" and make that bitch work for you.
Previously, I worked sporadically, as the mood struck, or was simply derailed by agonizing and second-guessing. Now, I still agonize, I just try not to let it slow me down.
A good deal of it comes from the novel.
Writing it was the hardest thing I've ever done. It took a lot of time and I pumped a lot of blood into it. When it was done, I was pleased. I sent it off and it got rejected.
One of the rejections came from a guy who has published a number of books I dig, both by other people and by himself. He rejected it, but said a lot of nice things, which helped--a little.
While his criticisms were true, it hurt. Hurt like having a kid and someone looks into the stroller, makes a face, and says, "That's one ugly fucking baby." And you look at it and you realize, for the first time, that--yeah, that's an ugly fucking baby.
But I finally pushed myself back to the computer. I though about my work constantly; what I'm doing, what I'm writing. I went back and re-read a number of books by writers I admire and analyzed what they had done: word choice, narrative flow, transitions, what they left in, which bits they cut, and when they flashbacked.
The problem with writing only with the muse, distorts your authorial perceptions. It's like constantly taking a girl home when your drunk.
I stopped not just spewing words. And I started going back for an edits.
Art's fucking hard, dude.
I've started putting out a lot of short stories. And in this time, I've been fortunate enough to have run across some people who've helped me grow and improve my writing.
It's funny, because I've been "doing this" for years, but in the last 7 months I've learned more than I ever knew previous.
Why Cathode Angel?
Aren't you that Eagleton guy who wrote that awful story about the guy who chops off another guy's dick to sell it?
Yeah, that's me.
I'm that guy. The writer. Not the other two. Not the one who dated Carrie Underwood for five minutes. And not the one who sings in a metal band.
So, what is a Cathode Angel?
1.) The name of this blog.
2.) My name reworked: Chad Eagleton=Cathode Angel.
3.) A Steampunk God.
4.) A manifestation of my cosmic consciousness.
6.) Passphrase to the murdering CEO's computer.
7.) A Cold War experiment.
Seems simple enough, don't it?