One of these days I'm gonna have to learn how to actually USE a computer, as opposed to just typing on one.
One of those old Mac macros would be useful, so I don't have to type Great Friggin' Gonzo REVENGE OF THE SITH Tour Blog Entry #Whateverthefuck each time I update it.
Anyway, TheForce.Net reports that I now have five cities confirmed on the Right Coast, and the GFGROTST is spreading toward the Left like one of those virus projections on 24 . . .
So that's all. No real news, other than I just cut 20000 words out of CAINE BLACK KNIFE.
Yes, that's the right number of zeroes.
Twenty thousand fucking words.
My recon/retcon of the story has rendered superfluous a great deal of the shit over which I have squeezed blood from my own eyeballs to create.
For example, in my orginal (now vanished) version, Act One consisted of interleaved episodes from the "modern day" [some 3 years post-BLADE] and flashes of the uncut, unedited Master of RETREAT FROM THE BOEDECKEN, the Adventure that made Caine a star, in roughly 15 - 20 page increments . . . just enough to deliver quick smacks of action and emotional content . . . and they were arranged in such a way to elegantly contrast and comment upon each other, to set the older and theoretically more mature Caine against his 25-year-old self . . . it was all very artistic, and literary, and would have given someone a swell subject for his or her masters thesis in Litcritshit a hundred years from now.
But y'know, screw that shitpile.
The other day I decided to see what the story would look like if I put all the RETREAT stuff together. Right in a row. Which is not how I wrote it to be, but what the hell.
It turned out to be eighty pages that literally had me jumping out of my chair. Jesus, what a vicious little sonofabitch he was . . .
On the other hand, The Powers that Be -- who were hoping that the violence would be toned down -- well . . .
It IS toned down.
As long as you don't have a vivid imagination.
As Caine would say, I am who I am.
Fuckin' sue me.
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4 comments:
Barb: Probably WRITING TO SELL by Scott Meredith.
And hot damn but I can't wait for CBK.
What Robert James said about marketing. Didn't one of your editors reccomend using your blog as a public tour log? Sounds like a fine way to break that 1-2% SW reader layover, Matt.
Barb --
Mastadge is right, as usual. WRITING TO SELL, by Scott Meredith: the Bible of fictive structure, and of a good many other things relating to successful writing as well.
This will be a public tour blog, of which excerpts will be appearing weekly on the Del Rey website, with some of the naughty bits cleaned up; there has apparently also been some interest from friggin' AOL(!) . . .
And to think, we almost had to fracking get down and wrestle to convince you that Blogging Is A Good Thing.
Now quit cutting words! Pretty soon, CBK is going to sound like a dead cities novel, for peat's sake.
(Like that?)
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