Craig Gabrysch – Writer

Also: entrepreneur, publisher, jack-of-all-trades

Writng is hard. Choosing to let others read it is harder.

by Craig Gabrysch

First thing you do when you write, is write.

The second thing you do is decide if you want other people to read what you wrote.

The second part is the one loaded with the most peril, if only because a misstep either opens you up to a world of hurt or frees you completely.

Writing is, in and of itself, liberating. You free thoughts and emotions by running them together into sentences. It’s cathartic, that’s for sure. If I can write just a few hundred words at the start of each day, I feel invigorated. I feel like I’ve accomplished something massive.

But, writing is also an undertaking that’s important to me.

Even if you’re “just” writing little adventure yarns that aren’t “Literature” (see, I used the big “L”, showing proper deference), you’re still investing emotionally in your work and, more than likely, showing a little of your own mental/emotional state in the story. After all, the way we feel while we do anything (drive, build a chair, have sex, kiss, swear, drink, open doors) shows while we perform the action, doesn’t it? That’s why non-verbal cues are so important in communication. So, why not in writing too?

But, the thing is, you ain’t just opening a door. You’re writing. What you do on the page lasts until you destroy it. It’s permanent.

Which is why it’s so hard to share your writing. Because it’s part of you. And by sharing it, you open yourself up to rejection or acceptance. What you wrote could be a blog post, a short story, a journal entry, or a novel. Some people share their journals freely, others posts blogs every day. Other people write fiction. But, man, somedays you’re one one-star review away from drinking a bottle of whiskey and throwing your laptop out the window (and your pen and notebook with it).

Lord knows, I’ve got stories that will never see the light of day. They weren’t emotionally too much. They were just crap. I’d spent time and effort and willpower on them. But, what do you do with something like that?

Scrap it and use it for parts.

Cause that’s life. Not everything works the first time, but everything is a learning experience.

So, back to the second decision. It’s still the hardest. Is your writing good enough? Is it what you envisioned? You either have to prepare yourself emotionally for the leap, or not. But the first choice is one rooted in strength. The second is one rooted in fear.

And, like a very intelligent fictional character in a distant time and place once said, “Fear is the mindkiller.”

 

Remember the Jacob Smith novella? The one I wrote about less than a month ago?

by Craig Gabrysch

Well, I think I settled on a title: The New Orleans Zombie Riot of 1866.

I like to go back into historical events and pull them apart, then remix them. I did that, sort of, with “A Knight Templar in Lincoln County.” I’d wanted to do a zombie story in New Orleans during the reconstruction period ever since I’d first read about the Riot of 1866 in Herbert Asbury’s The French Quarter.

I don’t write historical fiction, mind you. Instead, Jacob Smith is fiction inspired by history. I use some real people’s names, and some real events, but I reposition them in a way that I think fits with my world. Clearly. It’s also fiction inspired by myth, legend, shamanism, religion, and all manners of other things. There are angels and demons and spirits and Cthulhu.

Of course it’s not historically accurate. It’s not meant to be.

Finished unnamed Novella

by Craig Gabrysch

Finished my Jacob Smith novella in just under a month. Considering that Xmas and New Year’s Eve was thrown in there, I’d say that was a pretty decent time frame.

Still need to edit line-by-line and add in a few sections. You know, the usual. Hope to have that wrapped by sometime end of next weekish.

All things considered, not too bad.

Trying to figure out what do with it. It’s certainly not long enough for a standalone print book, but it would certainly fit well in a collection with the other Jacob Smith stories. I like the name Jacob Smith Versus Hell.

What do you think?

Quick writing year in review

by Craig Gabrysch

Published three books under Twit Publishing. Did all the copy, layout, and so on. Completed work on the fourth, but it’s not out yet. Look for it in 2013 sometime. Almost completed a fifth, but stalled out (we’re back on track now). Look for that in 2013 as well.

Wrote six short stories. Consigned one to the trash heap.

Started novella. Consigned it to trash heap.

Thought I’d have another go. Started second novella. Consigned it to the trash heap. Lit it on fire while it languished there. Mental note: if the short story you threw away was a hunk of dead meat, you’re not going to resurrect it into a novella. Just saying. I’ll know better the second time around.

Began work on novella. Seems to be going well. A flamboyant send off is not seen in its future.

Roughly sketched two more short stories. They can sit for a while, at least until this one’s finished.

Total words written (not including blogs): About 101,072. A little low in my estimation, but the majority of this was done in the last six months of the year as my schedule freed up. I’m more or less satisfied with my progress.

Also, I don’t keep track of what I remove from a story. Sometimes I start work on something and I just realize it’s a steaming turd, so I backtrack to where it once, perchance, smelt of roses. I trim back to that spot and rewrite. I tend to save those alternate story ideas and scenes, but they don’t get counted into the total. I believe in tracking oneself to see progress, but not to the point of making it my second job.

That’s just weird.

New Novella

by Craig Gabrysch

2109 words in and stalled. Sort of.

I took the chance and dared to outline the novella before I started writing furiously on it. The last time I worked on a piece this large (Gambler’s Paradise), I got stalled. I was rereading the work, just to see the lay of the land, and I stumbled into one of the GIANT FREAKING HOLES IN THE PLOT and was never found again.

So, to avoid that this time I’ve outlined, in very broad strokes, the overall plot. It seems to be better. I can visualize the flow of the story with the exception of a few weird instances (like now).

Back to pulling this wolf’s teeth. Cause that’s what it feels like.

UPDATE

Dental work done. Wrestled that sumbitch to the ground and got the ether-soaked rag over its mouth.

by Craig Gabrysch

A Knight Templar Review

(Edit: Click here to go to the download. WordPress is janky today.) I love it when I get a review that’s a star higher than I thought a story was worth. In truth, I think A Knight Templar in Lincoln County was a really great rush-job that was saved by its unique concept. The writing […]

Forward Progress! Over the Tall, Shining Mountains, and Into the Great Expanses Beyond!

by Craig Gabrysch

Finished two Jacob Smith short stories in the last couple months. Well, technically finished one and am currently procrastinating on entering the edits for the second.

This, following nose-to-crack on the stuttering start and stop of one piece (and that novella’s eventual demise), comes as a big surprise to me. Makes me feel somewhat accomplished.

The next short is a little more on the background of Jacob Smith and the Templars, with a bit of my own brand of shamanism thrown in. The second one gets more into the action and the meat of the overall series.

Next on the docket is an additional short story, this one set in St. Louis, Missouri, and then onto my first novella.

Writing Short Fiction

by Craig Gabrysch

Have my latest piece of short fiction about 99% completed, and I’ve been thinking about how agonizing these little shorts can be to write.

If you want to just bang out short stories, it’s pretty easy as far as number of words on the page. I mean 4000-6000 words is about 2-3 days of work, then a few days of editing. The problem is in the editing. Because you have to make a story as punchy and chock full of importance as possible, you start to torture yourself over every word. Eventually, though, you get into the flow of writing in general, and the need to be as specific as possible the first go round becomes instinctive and ingrained in your writing style.

I think that’s writing in general, though. It’s a craft like any other art form, and, after the first 104,050,302,950 words, you’re almost prescient in regards to whether a word is right or a sentence will just lay dead on the page.

Currently, I’m working on serialized fiction for The Jacob Smith Stories, which makes for a little bit more of a pain, though. You want every story to connect through a common thread, but you want each to be succinct and encapsulate its own plot arch. It’s like TV writing for prose.

Another bit of a pain? I included Jacob  Smith’s first adventure, “Hillbilly Hell,” in PULP!, which Twit recently put on select. That means I can’t release it for free, as I did with the first story, “A Knight Templar in Lincoln County.” My current story is, therefore, kind of floating out there in a void, with no prior story to connect it to. It’s like the pilot episode of your show never being released by the networks (or out of sequence). And we all know how well that worked.

Fetishization of Corporations as a Replacement for Spirituality

by Craig Gabrysch

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the way people in America seem to fetishize corporations.

Let me explain:

I’m talking about branding and corporate logos. Apple stickers on the back of your car, Ralph Lauren logos, Insert Band Name on a t-shirt.

To me, when we moved away from a tribal society and totemistic displays of our belief system, we moved towards these displays of compact ideations that we can use to uniquely identify ourselves.

In a pagan system of spirituality/theology, there are a multitude of different gods/goddesses/spirits to identify with. In Christianity, you see the same separation of ideals and qualities separated into angels, saints, and demons. You don’t have just a monolithic God, you have minor collections of very specific qualities.

With corporations you have the same thing:

What does the apple for Apple mean? For some people it’s affiliation with thinking differently, outside-the-box, Steve Jobs, etc.

IBM: reliable, compatible, but old technology.

Ford: A domestic car your grandfather drove, but also the Mustang. They were the first, but aren’t necessarily the best anymore.

You can go down the list, and see how these businesses have positioned themselves in such a segmented way throughout the marketplace, and see how people identify with them.

But why do people do this?

Personally, I think it has something to do with the increased secularization of western society, and the spiritual vacuum created. Even in modern Christian theology, you have a removal of God to a specific place: either loving or vengeful. For a being of omnipotent power, he sure doesn’t have many aspects, does he? Prior to the limiting of God, you have St. Michael, St. George, St. Edward, St. Mary, St. Peter, etc. that you could pray to.

Now? Not so much.

Now, we’re in a time of pure materialism, where our spiritual guides are created by marketers and focus groups.

Why I Don’t Own a Smart Phone (not yet, at least)

by Craig Gabrysch

I have a fear of commitment. There, I said it.

You can call me on it, and I’ll admit it too. I, like many people in the United States, grew up with the internet breathing down my throats. I was five or six when my family bought their first computer, an old Tandy 3000 that ran MS-DOS. It was a Christmas present from my father, and I remember walking upstairs to see stacks of boxes bigger than me.

In the years after, my friend introduced me to BBS’s and, later, Prodigy. As I grew up, and we inevitably upgraded our PC away from the old floppy disc drive (how long has it been since you saw a 3.5″ disk?) to a CD-ROM (how long as it been since you installed something from a CD? Hell, they don’t even have those on most new hardware devices), two important things happened:

1. I Kept Playing Outside

2. I Grew Up

Believe it or not, I remember receiving letters from my ICQ friends when I was younger. Not emails, actual letters from my internet friends, because that was the only way to get a picture of someone at the time. Computers and the internet were coming up, but they still hadn’t carved out a real place in reality where they were the core of our existence. People still thought it was fad.

I also grew up interacting with people face-to-face, and it wasn’t long ago either. I’m old enough that I played NES, but young enough that I still remember the N64. I also remember shooting my neighbors and I shooting each other with BB guns.

So, the real point of this post was why I’m not wholeheartedly willing to merge with the internet. I’m getting to it.

You see, I still sit on my porch with the neighbors and have a beer at the end of the day, smoking the night’s last cigarette. We still discuss high-minded things, talk politics civilly (the good old days, right?), and eat home cooked dinners together. I enjoy face-to-face conversations.

I’m also still a private person. I don’t enjoy the idea of merging my existence with teh interwebs, posting pictures and status updates. I don’t particularly want to create a cloud of information, around which my existence can be charted, where you can see the eddies and flows of my commerce as I live life.

I don’t want a taxonomy of my life, where you can click on a “beer” tag and get an image of every six-pack I’ve bought in the last year, five years, ten years.

“Sure,” you’re saying, “I get that. But you don’t have to do that if you don’t want to. Craig, you can just have a smart phone and use it to look up weird facts about body-modification and Stanley Kubrik while occasionally checking your twitter feed.”

And you’re probably right.

But I know me. When I choose to do something, I commit to it. I go balls to the wall. Once I get a smart phone, I’ll use that thing till the internal antenna falls off.

And that’s what worries me.

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