Category: Literary Matters

Doldrums and Butterflies

John Winkelman

Red Admiral (Vanessa atalanta)

A couple of weeks ago I walked downtown to the office for the first time since March 15 of 2020. When I carded into the office I found I was the only employee on the premises. I logged in at my workstation and immediately discovered that several of the services I need to use for the project I’m on were unavailable from behind the firewall.

So I packed everything back up and walked back home. On the way home this butterfly – A Red Admiral (Vanessa atalanta) was sunning itself on the sidewalk about a block from my house. So the day wasn’t a total loss.

No new reading material arrived this past week, which is an increasingly common state of affairs as I get a handle on the fact that, with another person living in my house, there is only so much room for books, and only so much time available for reading.

In reading news, I am close to the end of Franco Berardi‘s The Uprising, and just past halfway through Michael J. Sullivan‘s Theft of Swords, and enjoying both immensely for completely different reasons.

My writing practice took a hit this week due to some unexpected chores and errands, and also the tail end of a project which sucked the life right out of me. I guess I’ll try again on Monday.

Is the Writing Mojo Returning?

John Winkelman

new books for the week of July 25, 2021

It appears that the writing energy is slowly returning! In the past week I have written outlines for a couple of short stories, and am also developing a plan to completely re-write the novel I wrote for NaNoWriMo 2013 in order to (a) rid it of its many, many problematic elements, and (b) make of it a coherent story. This will in effect be a first draft, as most of what is produced during NaNoWriMo is, well, not quite ready to be called a first draft.

This was another week which was light on new reading material. The only arrival this week was Jacobin, which like the last dozen or so periodicals which have arrived at the house, will end up somewhere on a TBR pile, awaiting my attention.

In reading news, I finished The Road Home and Automating Inequality. I am about halfway through Berardi’s The Uprising, which is bending my brain a little, as all Semiotext(e) texts do. I just started Michael J. Sullivan’s Theft of Swords, and at around a hundred pages in am quite liking it! Sullivan spins a fine yarn.

In writing news: Soon. That is all.

I Can Feel the Days, Getting Shorter

John Winkelman

books received in the week of July 18, 2021

It’s mostly in the morning that I can feel the days getting shorter. The cats wake me up every morning right at the stroke of 5:00, and after feeding them I go out on the porch and practice chi kung and tai chi. As we move away from the solstice and towards the equinox, I notice the birds are a little quieter, the eastern sky a little darker. Venus, however, arrives at about the same time every morning, peeking over the edge of my neighbor’s roof.

The truly hot summer weather has arrived, and I am beginning to feel the anxiety, specific to my high school and college  years, of summer vacation being more than half-over, and so much yet to do.

(Narrator: He didn’t really have much yet to do.)

The only new addition to the library is the new book by George Saunders, A Swim in a Pond in the Rain, which was a total impulse buy from Amazon as a reward for also buying a pile of supplies for the house and for Zyra’s business. I have never read any Saunders, but I have been aware of him for many years, and the idea of using Russian short stories to explore the arts of reading and writing appeals to me.

(And yes, reading is an art.)

Speaking of, I am almost done with The Road Home, and still loving it. Looking back, I don’t think I have re-read this book in at least fifteen years, and possibly longer.

I am past the halfway point of Automating Inequality, and should have it complete by the end of the month.

In writing news, I took some time this past week to clean out my list of calls for submission to various anthologies and themed issues, and went looking for a few new venues. I mention this not because it means I have been writing, but because I did anything writing-related at all, and that is a definite win for what was otherwise a deeply stressful week.

A Month Into Summer

John Winkelman

Books arrived in the week of July 11, 2021

As I write this post I am on the last day of my two-week vacation, and I feel like I have relaxed enough, finally, that I could enjoy a vacation. And I will hold that thought front and center when I log in to my work computer bright and early tomorrow morning. I could make a long post about how a stay-cation in the age of COVID feels, compared to any other vacation in any other year, but I fear such a post would quickly devolve into petulance and whining.

Only one new book arrived this week: Michael J. Sullivan‘s new novel Nolyn, fresh from his (extremely) successful Kickstarter campaign. I had the good fortune of meeting Sullivan at ConFusion 2019 (or maybe 2018), through Dyrk Ashton, who knew Michael from the vibrant self-published fantasy community (to which I might one day belong, if I ever finish writing something).

In reading news, I am still working my way through Automating Inequality, and I still have to stop reading about every ten pages in order to let my blood cool down. I can’t remember the last time a book angered me so much and so frequently. Then again, considering the books I have been reading over the past three years, I feel this way quite a lot.

I am about two thirds of the way through Jim Harrison’s The Road Home, and it stands up to the test of time, though I am not enjoying it as much as I did Dalva. This is not to say I am not enjoying the read; far from it. The Road Home is one of the best books I have read in the last few years. But Dalva is better.

In writing news… tune in next week. Or the week after.

The Failure Mode of Vacation is Ennui

John Winkelman

Reading Material acquired in the week of July 4, 2021

I mean, I had a vacation, technically, back in the last full week of May, but I was still recovering from 2020 at the time, so it was more like attempting to reel myself back to myself after a year of dissociating. And the five weeks of work which followed were fairly stress-free, as far as work goes.

But the first week of my two-week vacation was kind of…I can’t really call it a waste of time, but I spent most of it binge-watching TV and playing video games, and staring at all the things in my life which require my attention, and for every single one of those tasks, I considered the work carefully, then said fuck it and went back to playing Diablo II.

I’m doing my best to not kick myself for wasting a week in which I could have been reading and writing. I did manage to spend some time out of doors, which did me a world of good, but the whole point of having time off was to be productive, and that I most surely was not.

However, even in the midst of this psychological malaise, there are some bright spots; to wit: four new bundles of words arrived at the Library of Winkelman Abbey in the past week.

First up is the latest issue of Pulphouse Magazine, to which I will one day submit a story, if I ever complete a short story.

The next three are the latest publications from Zombies Need Brains, from their recently-completed Kickstarter campaign – Derelict, When Worlds Collide, and The Modern Deity’s Guide to Surviving Humanity. This is the third of ZNB’s Kickstarters I have backed, and the first to which I have not submitted a story. 2020 was kind of a lousy year in that way.

In reading news, I finished Dalva and moved on to Harrison’s follow-up novel The Road Home. I hadn’t intended to spend my vacation re-reading old favorites, but that is where my mind is right now, and my life seems to be improved thereby.

I also finished Francisco Verso’s Nexhuman (Apex Book Company), which was quite good, and one of the very few “salvagepunk” novels I have read. In fact, the only other ones I can think of at the moment are the Bas-Lag trilogy by China Mieville.

In writing news, not much has changed, though I am putting together a list of upcoming calls for submission to themed anthologies. Maybe one of these will break me out of my funk.

IWSG, July 2021

John Winkelman

Welcome to the monthly Insecure Writer’s Support Group post. This month’s question is the following:

What would make you quit writing?

Short answer: Nothing or death.

Long answer: The heat death of the universe, were it to occur within the natural span of my life. Or something like that. I may take breaks now and again, but writing is what I do.

And for any of you who are dealing with a dry spell, remember: There is no such thing as a “former” writer; only a writer who is currently (and temporarily!) inactive. Writing (or whatever your passion may be) is the best of things, but sometimes the mundane world intrudes, and sometimes you just need a break. Barring an event which compromises you in such a way that you can no longer form thoughts in your head, you can still write. Writing is not a physical exercise; it is the creation of realities using the power of your mind, and as long as that faculty exists, you are still a writer. You need never put pen to paper or pixel to screen, and you are still a writer.

And should you lose the ability to create these realities, remember: the fact that you once wrote can never be taken away. Events are the only truly permanent things in the universe. The last copy of a book may be lost, but the fact that the book was ever written is forever a part of the history of the universe. Causality only happens in one direction. Manuscripts don’t burn.

 

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Halfway Through 2021

John Winkelman

Books which arrived in the week of June 27, 2021

For the first Independence Day weekend in the last decade, our block was not blown up by the obnoxious neighbor lighting off a thousand dollars of professional-grade fireworks in the middle of the street. I realize I may be jinxing the neighborhood by writing this in the early afternoon of July 4. After all, the day ain’t over yet.

To make up for the uninterrupted and quiet night, I had a bout of serious insomnia which had me sitting at the dining room table until 04:00, blearily browsing the internet in an attempt to get my head to quiet down. I was tired but not sleepy, which is a miserable state in which to find one’s self when there are no pressing issues the next morning and sleep should be abundantly available.

Two new bundles of words arrived in the past week. On the left is the latest issue of Poetry Magazine. On the right is the new delivery from And Other Stories, Keeping the House by Tice Cin, which according to the back cover blurb offers “…a fresh and funny take on the machinery of the North London Heroin Trade…” which I can only assume will create for me a sense of deja vu which will lead back to Trainspotting.

(Yes, I know, Keeping the House is set in London, England and Trainspotting is set in Edinburgh, Scotland.)

In reading news, I finished Jim Harrison‘s Dalva, and it was every bit as beautiful as the previous half-dozen times I have read it over the past 25 years. Harrison’s follow-up novel The Road Home is now sitting next to my bed, awaiting my attention. I picked up my copy of Dalva back around 1996 and it is falling apart. I think I will need to replace it before I read it again, and I don’t think it will be so easy to find another copy with a Russell Chatham cover which is in any sort of good condition.

I have just started Francesco Verso’s long novella or short novel Nexhuman, and so far it is really good! This was published by Apex Book Company and arrived a few months ago as part of my subscription to Apex’s catalog.

I also just started Automating Inequality: How High-Tech Tools Profile, Police, and Punish the Poor by Virginia Eubanks, and only made it about five pages in before I was overcome with an incandescent rage at the state of the world. I have often said that sadism is the national pastime of the USA, and Eubanks is showing how sadism and racism, manifested as carceral capitalism and managed democracy, are actively embedded into the national psyche at a level not much removed from that of the weather or gravity. Currently I am about fifty pages in, and my mood has not improved.

Argh.

In writing news, now that we are in July, and I have some time off, I plan to get serious about my writing practice. Then again I have planned that every week since the beginning of the year and have only been partially successful.

A few walks in the woods and a few evenings on the Lake Michigan beaches may be what I need to clear space in my head.

Rainy Days are Good Days for Reading

John Winkelman

Reading material arriving in the week of June 20,2021

We have been dealing with a drought of sorts for the past month, and in the last couple of days the weather patterns have stepped up to correct that imbalance. The cooler air has been nice, though it has brought with it some extremely humid days, which have reminded me of early spring in New Orleans. And that has brought with it a specific melancholy, as I have not been to New Orleans since May of 2009, when my father died. I have promised my girlfriend that we will take trip down south one of these days so she can experience the city before it is permanently underwater.

Humid, stormy days dampen down the motivation to do much of anything, so even simple tasks are difficult, as if undertaken after a strenuous workout. And difficult tasks are, well, more difficult. And make necessary frequent naps.

One magazine and one book arrived here last week.

On the left is the latest issues of Lady Churchill’s Rosebud Wristlet, the literary journal published by Small Beer Press, a company which consistently turns out some of the best writing by the best authors in the business.

On the right is Ron Hogan’s new book Our Endless and Proper Work, which I purchased on impulse after seeing it in one of John Scalzi‘s regular round-ups of the books and ARCs which arrive at his house every week. I admit I have not heard of Hogan, and that I purchased the book mostly because it was published by Belt Publishing, a company which also turns out excellent writing, centered around authors and cities in the Rust Belt region of the American Midwest. At a quick glance he appears to be quite a good writer, with good advice for writer.

In reading news, I finished both The Cybernetic Hypothesis and Son of a Liche. To clear my head, I have started re-reading Jim Harrison‘s magnificent Dalva, a book which I return to every few years when I need to reset my mind in a specific way.

Reading Harrison also helps to prime my mind for writing, and right now I need all the boosts I can find in order to get my head back into that space. Already the year is half over and I have not written any prose of substance since the first week of last November. More than six months, and though I have about three dozen new poems, that isn’t much to show for 200 days.

Time to get to work.

The Last of Spring

John Winkelman

Book acquisitions in the week of June 13, 2021

The year is flying away, now that the days are long and the COVID vaccine behind me. I am slowly (sooo slowly) pulling myself out of my no-writing funk. Much to my surprise, increased human contact seems to be helping. I spent much of this past week out in the world, catching up with people I have not seen in a very long time. It was a wonderful experience, and the post-peopling hangover today reminds me why I don’t go out and socialize very often any more.

A small stack of reading material arrived at the Library of Winkelman Abbey over the course of the past week.

First up is the new issue of Granta, which includes a large collection of writing from young Spanish novelists. I have got into the habit of tossing new lit journals on the shelf as soon as they arrive at my house, but this one, I think, bears immediate reading.

Next up is a beautiful new novella from Silvia Moreno-Garcia, The Return of the Sorceress, published by Subterranean Press.

On the right is the latest arrival from my subscription to Apex Book Company, Desper Hollow by Elizabeth Massie.

I’m about 100 pages into The Cybernetic Hypothesis, and it seems to be losing its focus somewhat. Still quite informative and disturbing, but the ideas don’t seem to be as clearly defined as they were earlier in the text. I will still read to the end. Perhaps this is merely groundwork for the final parts of the books.

I am closing in on halfway through Son of a Liche by J. Zachary Pike. I really like this books! The writing isn’t quite as tight as the previous volume in the Dark Profit series, Orconomics, but as this book is twice as long as its predecessor, I can overlook the slower pace. It’s loads of fun!

In writing news, still nothing to report. I have a list of anthologies seeking themed submissions, and review it daily hoping for inspiration to strike, but when I have time free, instead of writing, I tend to take naps. I think my body is trying to tell me something.

Hot. So Hot.

John Winkelman

Books which arrived in the week of June 6, 2021

Feeling no energy this week, so this will be a short update.

The only new reading material to arrive this week was the new issue of Rain Taxi Review of Books, which inevitably leads to more books.

In reading news, I just finished Alix E. Harrow’s The Ten Thousand Doors of January. It was beautiful! Highly recommended for anyone who likes, for instance, Seanan McGuire‘s Wayward Children books, or Susanna Clarke‘s Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell.

I am about halfway through The Cybernetic Hypothesis (Cybernetics is the study of systems of control, interaction, and feedback) and still find it disturbing in a way that feels like the corner of the modern world has been pulled up and what is found underneath is unwholesome and in a slow state of collapse. Which is of course the truth. See, for instance, *gestures at everything*.

And I have just pulled down from the shelf Son of a Liche, the sequel to J. Zachary Pike‘s wonderful Orconomics. Don’t know yet if I will read it right now, but it is sitting in front of me, ready to go.

In writing news, not much to report. Some day…