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figaro & his friends

About 15 years ago, I decided to participate in 24-Hour Comics Day just for a lark. I hadn’t drawn anything more than random doodles in a notebook in over a decade and hadn’t written anything but poetry and prose in 5 years or so. I decided to basically make a comic out of my poetic sensibilities, drank a lot of coffee, sat down with some blank printer paper, pencils, and pens, and produced…”figaro & his friends.” I’d forgotten all about it until doing some unpacking recently. So for this Throwback Thursday, I present to you the one and only issue of “figaro & his friends”:

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NaNoWriMo 2014: The End…Or Is It?

This past Sunday, at 11:59 p.m., this year’s NaNoWriMo ended. I went into it with a head full of steam, eyes full of wonder, and a vague idea of a story I wanted to create. I’ve only finished my NaNoWriMo story once (the first time I did it, which I did on my own one cold, snowy February) and I was determined to finish this year.

I didn’t.

But I learned some important things this time around.

1) When I’m writing something I’m very, very excited about, I don’t get bored with it and start to drift towards writing another story. I’m still jazzed about this project. In fact, the more I wrote, the more excited I got, and the story demands I keep writing it. (Although calling it a “story” seems premature at this point, since it’s really just a collection of random scenes and vignettes, in no particular order, with some very abstract ideas that tie them all together into something that has the potential to be a novel. Which segues nicely into…)

2) When I write out of order, instead of starting from the very beginning and rushing to reach the end, I’m much more comfortable writing and am able to maintain interest more. Writing out of order, working on whichever bits my mind is most interested in at the moment, works much better for my nonlinear, ADHD brain. It helps me flesh out and learn more about the characters and the setting when I don’t worry about a linear plot so much, but fleshing all of that out also helps me find and flesh out the plot more (instead of forcing the characters and setting into a linear plot).

3) Things I think I’m good at writing: dialogue, descriptions of weird shit, exciting action scenes. Things I don’t think I’m good at writing: beginnings and endings (of both scenes and stories). But even when I’m writing what feels like utter crap, I feel terrific, like I’m charged with electricity. (Sometimes it’s crappy electricity, but it’s still a great feeling.)

4) When I give myself a fairly short-term deadline and a specific word total (like NaNoWriMo’s 50,000 words in 30 days), it’s much easier to get myself to write than if I’m writing a vague “novel of undetermined length that will be done whenever I finish it.” (When I was an undergrad, I wrote the majority of my papers the morning they were due. I’d get up before the crack of dawn, walk to the university computer center, have a vague idea of what I wanted to write about, and just start madly typing until I had something resembling an academic paper. That approach works best for my fiction, too–at least when it comes to first drafts.)

5) When I have a day off work, I still tend to wake up early, but it’s often difficult for me to motivate myself to get going and starting doing much of anything (unless it’s sitting on the sofa watching Netflix). But when it comes to writing, it’s very easy for me to get up, get dressed, get out of the house to a coffee shop, and start writing.

6) Basically, what I’m saying is that when I’m not writing fiction, it’s too easy for me to forget how much I love crafting fiction. And when I’m doing it, I’m in a near constant state of “Duh! How could I forget how much I love doing this?”

So while I didn’t finish this time around (AGAIN), this was probably the best NaNoWriMo for me in terms of self-discovery and the sheer enjoyment of writing. Technically, it only counts as “winning” if you finish your 50,000 words novel. But for me, as long as I keep working on this project and finish my shit, I will consider this month a solid win.

Drown Time

your cat is dancing in my dreams
i want to dance too
pirouette & samba
foxtrot & moonwalk
& you’re beautiful the way you are
yes you’re beautiful the way you are

i would dare to eat a peach
but
sweetness is not what i want this time
i want to taste
the sea & buried treasure
i want
to drown in your sea

you see

your cat may dance
in the depths of a dark forest
or
in the heart of a hot desert
but it’s all the same to me because
yes you’re beautiful the way you are

dining in a dark dream
drinking in a fountain
dancing in a hotbox
pirouette & samba
foxtrot & moonwalk
i could lick up all the honey
but
sweetness is not what i want this time
oh no
i want to drink your ocean
i want to drown in your sea

i want to drown
i want to drown
i want to drown in your deep deep sea

NaNoWriMo Inspiration #1

National Novel Writing Month is upon us again, and once again I’ve jumped in recklessly. I want to share my work as I go, but I don’t want to publicly post the sketchiness and shittiness of first draft writing. So instead, I’m going to post about the inspirations, the influences, the sources for my current project.

A huge influence on this novel are the superhero comics I’ve been reading all my life, particularly the weirder, more cosmic comics. Stories of alien encounters and alien gods, time travel, multiple dimensions, strange magic and mad science, journeys into the mind and soul. Stories written and drawn on an epic, colorful canvas.

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For Hermes Still My Friend

crashing like a constable
collide the fire this time
escape in scope in hope escape
before a bear
before a boar

crushed apple like cotton
a wire kaleidoscope
burned with toast
strawberry burned
crushed to a crisp

toasted mutton spooned on gum
fired landscapes
all worsted wool pooled into petals
before a bear
before a bird

forking force of fevered fire
wrinkled thyme
in sage’s eye
in mercury a spoonful gaze

buttoned up a foamy sea

the doorbell chime a single match
sniffing shells collide in fire
before a boar
before a boon

toasted seaside needs my weeds
in mercurial gaze of speed

Who Lurks in the Swamps? SWAMP-MAN!!

Here’s a throwback to a time when I was completely unselfconscious about what I wrote and drew, fueled by nothing but enthusiasm, stealing shamelessly–like an artist–from the things that excited me. I wrote and drew a lot of comic books when I was a kid, but sadly, the only one to survive to this day is Swamp-Man #2, done when I was in 3rd grade (1978-79).

Swamp-Man #2