TA-DA!

Well, I don’t know if The Purpose of the Machine is a good story, but it is, in my opinion, a story. I’m elevating it to number 45. There just wasn’t anything else to be done to it. You’ve got to know when to let go. How’s that for throwing my enthusiasm behind a project?

Only 955 stories to go!

Light of Other Days

I did another revision of The Purpose of the Machine today. I fleshed it out a bit and felt a little better about the characterization. But I’ve got to reread it in the light of another day. You never know if your work is genius or crap or somewhere in between while you’re writing it. You’ve got to come at it cold and see how it hits you. So more on that tomorrow, I hope.

Even if this story is done, I’m not sure where to market it. It doesn’t fall neatly into a genre, in my opinion. But that’s something you can’t worry about when you’re writing it.

The Cracks

We got through Hurricane Wilma all right. No real damage and we only lost power for a day. Of course, I had been scheduled for a lot of night shifts this week and had planned to get a lot of work done, but the family has been home with me all week. I enjoyed being able to hang out with everyone at least.

Once I switched jobs I figured this was going to be a cakewalk, but in the last month, I’ve only had a couple of days undisturbed so I’m actually going to have to discipline myself if I’m going to get any writing done. Discipline is not my strong suit. I have been able to get a little done here and there in the cracks. I’ll need to widen the cracks. Sounds painful, doesn’t it?

Spaz

I’m reading through both Roothi and the Purpose of the Machine and although they’re done in one sense, they’re not right. I can tell they need something else, but I’m not of a mind to say just what that is right now. There will come a time when I’m hot to get a bunch of new stories out, and I’ll see exactly what they need and I’ll straighten them both out and ship them off. In the mean time, I’m making more words, growing my more under-developed stories and biding my time until that mood shows up. You have to do what your mood wants. Don’t fight it. Make the best of it. You have to do exactly what you want to do, when you want to do it if you want your work to have any life.

By now, just one week into this blog, you’re probably thinking, "What’s up with this spastic freak and his inability to finish anything? No wonder he’s only finished 44 stories in the last fourteen years!" Well it’s true, my mind flitters like a butterfly. Call it mild ADD if you want (my psychiatrist did, after all), but I prefer to think of myself as nimble-minded. Whatever it’s called, all I can do is work with it. Medication leaves me uncreative, so that’s even worse. I make the best of it and always have dozens of unfinished stories with which to tinker. Then, when that completion mood hits, I have a sudden spike of output.

You’ve got to work with what you’re given. What else can you do? Take those things about yourself you’ve seen as problems and use them to your advantage. It’s okay if what you get isn’t like everyone else’s. Who wants to be like everyone else?

Just Showing Up

Next to no writing got done tonight, unless you count e-mails to one of my writing compadres and this blog. A little punctuation and fluctuation on Roothi. Friday looks like a good window unless everyone is off from school because of Hurricane Wilma.

I didn’t even get much reading done.

I’ve got to recommend a chapter to both of you who are reading this, or at least to the one who writes: It’s a chapter called Dare to Suck in a book called Page After Page by Heather Sellers. Derek is my hero. Go read that chapter and then go home and write for a little while.

A Good Day

It was a good day. I finally had the house to myself and I got some good work done on "Roothi." Sent out a story to Fantasy and Science Fiction. Really discovered Maria Mena, great stuff, great soft autumn music. I was on top this afternoon. For the first time I could remember, my body was quiet. Not too full, not too hungry, not too tired, not too hyper, I went to the post office resting back against the driver’s seat, windows open in the perfect day.

If I was hungry for anything, it was something different to read, something nourishing and well-written. I’ve decided to read what I want to read, rather than what I feel I should read and to give a work a few pages of my time and if it doesn’t earn anything more than that, toss it aside and move onto something better. I wanted some good character-driven mainstream fiction. You need to read the crazy stuff to feed your imagination and do something that approaches originality, but you’re not going to transcend the field without looking beyond it. I want to help bring science fiction into the realm of great writing. Many people have already done great work in that area, but as a genre it still has a ways to go. At least in this country.

So I picked up a number of things and read "Breakfast at Tiffany’s" today. I haven’t seen the film, but I’m betting it’s a bit different. I’ll compare notes with my movie-gluttonous wife tomorrow.

I’m hoping to have another go with "Roothi" tomorrow and maybe get her out the door by the weekend, but you never know. I won’t send something if I don’t think it’s ready. Of course, I’m off track for the one-thousand but it’s way too early in the race to sweat. Things are getting better every day.

Little Steps

Alright, it didn’t go so well last night. By the time I pulled my son off of the computer and sent him to bed, I got about a half an hour of writing that I wasn’t crazy about before my wife pulled me away. I’m living for the occasional weekdays that I’m home and nobody else is around. That’s when I’m at my most productive. Whatever I can squeeze in around that, I should be grateful for.

Tonight has been a little better so far. I hit upon a completely different story that I pulled out from the files and it has the potential to be finished and good sooner than "The Purpose of the Machine." This one is called "Roothi’s Reassignment" and I should be able to polish it up within the next few days and have it completed.

I should explain what constitutes a completed story. It’s not just anything with a beginning, middle and an end. To qualify, it has to be a story that I deem ready for submission to a magazine. Now admittedly, some of my first forty-four stories were pretty bad and I realized it eventually. But at one point I thought they were good enough to be published and I sent each of them out at least once. And that’s all it takes.

This blog is accomplishing what it’s supposed to, even if there isn’t a soul that’s reading it. As long as I believe someone might be reading, I feel the obligation to work on my stories and not to be a completely lazy ass. It’s getting me moving a little bit each day. There will be momentum, trust me. You just can’t see it from here.

Up Against It

I’ve suddenly got a few minutes to scribble and that’s a rare thing. Part of the challenge, part of the reason why I’ve only got forty-four stories done so far, is because I’ve been working a lot and I’ve got a family. I don’t have a lot of time to concentrate. I took a step in the right direction lately by moving to a company where I can work about forty hours a week, as opposed to the sixty or seventy hour weeks that I have been working for years. So things are getting better and that’s why I can even conceive of the goal I’ve set for myself.

I haven’t done the math yet, but I’m thinking I have to crank out something like a story and a half a week to reach the thousand mark in the next thirteen and a half years. Theoretically, I’m capable of doing that. I have written a few stories each in six hours or less. That’s from initial idea to printed and into the envelope for submission. However it wasn’t always six hours in a row. Sometimes it was over the course of a couple of days. Nevertheless, I think I can do this and this blog is here to kick me into gear when I need it.

So although I might not have worked on it otherwise, tonight my goal is to work on the prime candidate for story number forty-five, "The Purpose of the Machine." Not a terribly science fictiony story but by a stretch of the imagination it may be seen as fantasy.

If anyone’s interested they can read some of my older stories at my website, Stimulus: http://www.geocities.com/exciteyourmind2000/

My newer stories are making the rounds at various magazines and I’m hoping that you’ll eventually be able to read some of those in print elsewhere.

From the Top

Who I am: My name is Matthew Sanborn Smith. I’m thirty-six years old and I intend to become (In the voice of Mr. Haney) a gen-u-ine bona-fide full-time pro-fessional science fiction writer before I’m dead.

What the blog’s about: Inspired by Julie Powell of Julie and Julia fame I decided that I wanted to write 1000 stories by the time I’m fifty. Sounds possible? Here’s the thing. I’ve been at this for fourteen and a half years now and I’ve got a grand total of forty-four stories completed.

I’ve got some work ahead of me.