by JT Ellison
Hello, New York.
I’m up here for BEA, a crazed two-day junket with nary a moment to spare. Lunches, dinners, signings, meetings galore, with the Big Apple as the backdrop—this is one of my favorite events of the year. There’s something so… so… writerly about flying to New York and meeting with your people. I’ve said it many times in the past, find a way to met the folks who are publishing and representing you. It’s a relatively small investment in your future that pays huge dividends in the end—not mention gets you fed. And fed well. I often wonder if my people assume I come to New York just to get them to take me to the fancy restaurants…
I digress. I’m on deadline, trying very hard to finish a book that’s proved quite difficult for me, simply because I always assumed it would be the last book in the series, and now it’s not, so I have to rethink the whole sub-story. This quick New York trip aside, I’m working every waking daytime minute on the end of the book (already written, just trying to bridge the mid-point to the climax properly.) I made a decision two weeks ago to take a real vacation from the distractions of the Internet while I’m finishing—especially no Facebook and no Twitter.
Ah. The bliss of silence. The time saved aside, the quietness in my head is so worth it. I’m thinking in massive creative bytes, totally absorbed in the work in front of me. It’s lovely. So lovely that I’m wishing there was a way to do this full-time. It’s something I think we are all struggling with—the necessity of self-promotion versus the horrid impact it was on our creative life.
Over the past week and a half, I’ve been participating in a psychological study on the genesis of creativity for a major university. They sent me nightly surveys, and I took them faithfully, answering the questions honestly. What I found didn’t surprise me too much: I often have major A-Ha! moments around 2:00 in the afternoon. I spend between 5-6 hours a day actively pursuing my creative endeavors. I am a basically happy person who gets very excited about perceived breakthroughs. I am utterly and completely OCD and most likely have a slight case of Asbergers. Cool stuff to know about yourself.
I enjoyed the endeavor so much that I bought a Levenger Five-Year Journal so I can start making a few notes on my creative day. My daily personal status updates.
But without the outlet a sheer randomness that Facebook and Twitter provide, I’ve had a few of those thoughts build up in my head. I started writing them down as they occurred to me, just as a test, just to see what my mind was really doing with its newfound freedom.
Here’s a partial listing. I’ve realized that out of context, I must sound mad, but there it is…
- I dreamt of bears… again. I’m starting to get worried that I’m about to meet a tall, dark, handsome grizzly.
- Listening to Depeche Mode’s Personal Jesus makes you ten times more likely to let people cut in traffic.
- It’s Purgatory, people. Stop overthinking it.
- When God created pigs, he did it for the sole purpose of making pancetta.
- It’s kind of sad when you get confused because the ear plugs have so many choices.
- You’re in a public bathroom. It’s the end of the roll. Do you change it? Discuss.
- Face it. You can’t fix stupid.
- Kitchen porn. Two words. Oh. Yes. (Kidding… Williams Sonoma)
- Boys and their balls.
Randy found this experiment amusing enough to jump in with a few of his own. If you can imagine us, late-night dining in New York on the most perfect carbonara ever, rolling on the floor laughing, you’ve got a good idea of how this went.
- Who knew Larry King’s random column was so prescient—I like pie!
- Why can’t Hank Azaria get a series?
But the best one, my absolute favorite of the week?
- I’m holding the fifth novel I’ve written in my hands, and I’m feeling a wee bit verklempt.
Yes, the ARCs came for THE IMMORTALS the day I left for New York. I am so, so overwhelmed. They’re super pretty—it’s a Halloween book, so the colors are awesome. I’ll debut the cover here in a few more weeks, I need to stay focused on the prize, which is finishing the next one.
It’s been a great few days. Crazy, disjointed, insane, but great. So bear with me (heh-heh) for not having anything truly profound this week. (and double for give me, because half the list was lost because my hotel internet went AWOL, along with the boys from Fleet Week. I’m actually praying this goes up on time. Srysly.)
(And major thanks to everyone who’s asked about How Nashville Is this week – we’re recovering. Slowly, but surely. Your love, hugs, thoughts and prayers have been amazingly helpful!)
In the meantime, I’ll bid you adieu.
So tell me… in 140 characters or less (or 140 words…) what are you up to???
Stay classy, Murderati. : )
Wine of the Week: Santa Cristina Sangiovese