The End of NaNoWriMo 2011

So I can add one more (potential) novel to my list of writing credits. I finished the rough draft of “Twelve”- the prequel to “Ouroboros” – which currently has a word count of 58, 435 words. It’s by no means finished, but the skeleton is there so now I can begin fleshing it out and streamlining things I’ve already written. This year’s NaNoWriMo is by far the most intense I’ve ever taken part in, and it’s 100% because I was doing while still trying to keep up on my Creative Communications work load. I very much enjoyed it though. The novel was my bowl of coffee beans in a fragrance store, it helped me cleanse by palate when I thought I was going to go insane from school work.

One part of my journey as an author is finished but now I have to get onto revision and then submitting it for possible publication somewhere. I found this on StumbleUpon and it gives me hope. Here are eleven famous writers who were rejected before making it big!

via Bubble Cow

Rejection and writing go hand-in-hand, but sometimes it feels that those pesky publishers simply don’t know what they are talking about.

Here’s eleven reasons writers might just be right after all…

  1. Madeline L’Engle’s book, A Wrinkle in Time, was turned down 29 times before she found a publisher.
  2. C.S. Lewis received over 800 rejections before he sold a single piece of writing.
  3. Margaret Mitchell’s Gone With the Wind was rejected by 25 publishers.
  4. Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance was rejected 121 times.
  5. Johathan Livingston Seagull was rejected 40 times.
  6. Louis L’Amour was rejected over 200 times before he sold any of his writing.
  7. The San Francisco Examiner turned down Rudyard Kipling’s submission in 1889 with the note, “I am sorry, Mr. Kipling, but you just do not know how to use the English language.”
  8. An editor once told F. Scott Fitzgerald, “You’d have a decent book if you’d get rid of that Gatsby Character.”
  9. The Dr. Seuss book, And to Think I Saw it on Mulberry Street, was rejected for being “too different from other juveniles on the market to warrant selling.”
  10. George Orwell’s Animal Farm was rejected with the comment, “It’s impossible to sell animal stories in the USA.”
  11. The manuscript for The Diary of Anne Frank received the editorial comment, “This girl doesn’t, it seems to me, have a special perception or feeling which would lift that book above the curiosity level.”
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Trent Reznor on TuneCore

Via Nine Inch Nails

Trent Reznor sent this out through his website! Very interesting

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I began using TuneCore six years ago with the release of Ghosts. They seemed like an interesting and efficient solution to get my music out everywhere and circumvent the existing machine in place at that time. The experience went very well – they actually did what they said they would in a straightforward, transparent, efficient and logical manner… I was sure they wouldn’t have a chance of surviving in the music business with that philosophy!
Years later, we’re both still standing. I’ve continued using TuneCore for all my releases since Ghosts including “The Social Network” and plan to use them for the upcoming “The Girl WIth The Dragon Tattoo” and the new full-length from How To Destroy Angels.
When they reached out to tell me about their new big idea – adding transparency and straightforwardness to the murky waters of publishing administration (which to me is a world as boring and convoluted as it sounds) I was very interested. If they could pull off what they did with distribution on the publishing administration side of things, this could be a pretty big deal – it could be another important tool that further empowers the musician / songwriter directly.
OK, I’m in. Check the link below for more information or check back in a few years and I’ll tell you how it went!
http://www.tunecore.com/songwriters

TR

The Last Song – Rough Cut

In Media Production we’re working on a project called 33 Words. We have to tell a story using only visuals, music, and 33 words.

Jennifer David, Pamela Vernaus, and myself wrote, shot, and directed this short film. This is only the rough cut. We still need to do foley, and I need to tighten up the footage for the final edit, but this is what I have so far.

Featuring the song “Litost” by Grey Spade and “Last Song” by Edward Bear

Let me know what you think.

Twelve – NaNoWriMo Novel

So we’re 7 days into National Novel Writer’s Month and I have 15,884 words as on 3:26pm today! I’ve decided to revisit some characters that I feel very comfortable with and am adding some new twists and new characters around the existing cast.

The novel, “Twelve” is the prequel to “Ouroboros” set 3 years before the events of the latter. You learn more of the back-story of Alex Sunderland, Seth Brock, and Nathan Levy – plus you’re introduced to a host of other enigmatic characters including an assassin who is being stalked after killing someone he shouldn’t have, a recently fired talk radio host who has intense dreams about being a non-verbal quadriplegic whose respite worker abuses and humiliates him, and a mysterious woman who seems to appear and disappear at will.

Here’s an excerpt:

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He felt the wind rip past his face. He wondered how many skin follicles the wind had taken with it and how many cells from other beings were floating along side them. His spine tightened. The skin made him think of those little mites that live on your eyelashes. What were they called? They have a specific name he wasn’t really . . . Google! <<———————————>> oh, they’re called eyelash mites. How much time had passed? He had to think, he looked down at his iPhone to see what the time was. It was 12:09 … wait, he couldn’t be sure at what time he’d zoned out so knowing the time wasn’t at all helpful. He exited back to the main screen and saw the app for weighing his marijuana. He smirked. He probably shouldn’t have that on his main screen. There was a lock on his iPhone though. 0312. So he guessed it didn’t really matter what was on his main screen. The phone vibrated and his whole body tensed.

Answer? Don’t Answer. Answer? Don’t answer!

“Hello?”

“Edward?” A calm baritone voice filtered out from the speaker and squirmed its way into his ear and to his eardrums. The information was converted into electricity and fired off to the brain.

“Listen, I . . . I have it. I just I don’t have it with me, okay?” He yelped worriedly.

“That’s disappointing, Edward,” the voice turned decidedly sinister and Edward’s throat tightened.

“You have to just wait, I mean, I’ll even fucking take you there. Just give me a little time.”

“You’ve had long enough.”

The same voice was suddenly much louder, and much nearer, and much clearer.

This was the last thing Edward ever wanted. He’d been so careful. How did they know where he was? The man Edward knew only as Carter stepped forward from the darkness of the alley and into the harsh yellow light flooding down from the street lights above.

“Listen, it’s really a funny story-“

Someone in the darkness knocked over a metal garbage can that rung with dull clunks whose sound waves echoed back at him.

Oh my god! He sent two.

Demetrios, the other man’s other man, shot Carter a confused look. “Why are you letting him talk?”

“You don’t think I should hear him out?”

“No,” Demetrios scoffed. “We’re here to kill him so lets kill him.”

“Jesus,” Edward jumped. “Holy fuck, just, just listen . . . okay! Just fuckin’ listen. I have information that might help you guys.”

“I doubt it,” Carter smirked.

“Hey, fucking shoot him!” Demetrios stared at Carter like he’d just taken a shit on his foot.