{"id":79,"date":"2006-05-27T20:03:24","date_gmt":"2006-05-28T04:03:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/wordpress\/?p=79"},"modified":"2013-09-30T16:53:49","modified_gmt":"2013-10-01T00:53:49","slug":"the-narcotic-moment-of-creative-bliss-zanesville","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/2006\/05\/27\/the-narcotic-moment-of-creative-bliss-zanesville\/","title":{"rendered":"&quot;The Narcotic Moment of Creative Bliss&quot;. Zanesville."},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/images\/zfoam.jpg\"><\/p>\n<p>I&rsquo;m about two-thirds done with <i>Postsingular<\/i> now.  The book will probably have four long chapters and a short fifth chapter, and I finished Chapter 3 last week.  This week I was cleaning up the long Chapters 2 and 3; I may try and get them published as standalone novelettes. Revising took longer than I expected.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/images\/zsurfer.jpg\"><\/p>\n<p>When I proof my writing, I get disturbed about how many errors I find, and anxious about whether I can blend everything into the plot.  Like I&rsquo;m standing at a dam I&rsquo;ve built and I&rsquo;m seeing thirty holes spurting water at me.<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes it seems like no matter how many times I&rsquo;ve proof a passage, it ends up all marked up again on each go-through.  As if the process were divergent rather than convergent.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/images\/zrockbeach.jpg\"><\/p>\n<p>Of course one reason this all feels like less fun than usual is that I&rsquo;ve had a viral flu, I start out the day feeling okay, but by the afternoon I&rsquo;m in a bubble.  Disease = dis + ease. But I&#039;m getting better.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/images\/zsand.jpg\"><\/p>\n<p>To break things up I&rsquo;m doing some of the proof-reading outside. On Wednesday, May 25, in fact I went to Santa Cruz and proof-read on Four Mile Beach, which was nice.<\/p>\n<p>To relax I was also reading a novel by Kris Saknussemm called <a href=\"http:\/\/www.zanesvillethenovel.com\/zanesville\/\" target=\"_blank\"><i>Zanesville<\/i><\/a> which is pretty cool, good word play, Boschian imagery, kind of reminds me of how I wrote when I was younger, it&rsquo;s science fiction but got marketed as a literary novel of the &ldquo;magic realism&rdquo; bent.  SF is the genre that dare not speak it&rsquo;s name.  Hell no I&rsquo;m not a Communist.  I&rsquo;m a Magic Republican. [Note to the terminally literal-minded: I&#039;m joking.]<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.saknussemm.com\/\" target=\"_blank\">Saknussemm&rsquo;s website<\/a> is good too, by the way, he has this funny III Ching thing that is oddly similar to the three precogs in Phil Dick&#039;s story &#8220;Majority Report&#8221;, though maybe the Sak-man hasn&#039;t studied the SF canon that closely as yet, though it bears minute attention, yes.  Welcome, Kris, come on in, plenty more room for weird SF writers!<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/images\/ztree.jpg\"><\/p>\n<p>Anyway now I got all my changes keyboarded in, and I did the patches to make it all fit.  Whew.<\/p>\n<p>Funny how something that seems so hard to change can really just come down to altering three or four sentences.  It&rsquo;s there&rsquo;s a feature of the story that looms very large in my mind, like an obelisk, and when I go to take it out, I realize the obelisk was just three pencil lines.<\/p>\n<p>And now that I&rsquo;ve fixed these chapters I can turn to worrying about the chapters to come, which is painful in a different way.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/images\/pinkguy.jpg\"><\/p>\n<p>[This man is not a science fiction writer; he&#039;s a Magic Republican.]<\/p>\n<p>Writing is so much work.  Every part of writing a novel is hard.  The planning, the sitting down and creating, the revising.  I guess the most fun part is when it seems to pour out and I&rsquo;m having a good day.  When I&rsquo;m doing that, I stop worrying for a while, I forget myself and I&rsquo;m happy and proud and even exalted and amazed to see what&rsquo;s coming down or going up.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/images\/jjellysky.jpg\"><\/p>\n<p>More precisely, that fun part is &ldquo;the narcotic moment of creative bliss.&rdquo;  I just heard John Malkovich deliver that phrase, playing the role of an artist\/art prof in <i>Art School Confidential<\/i>.  That&rsquo;s very right on; the operative word is &ldquo;narcotic,&rdquo; it&rsquo;s definitely something you get addicted to over the years.  Really I go to all this trouble writing a novel day after day month after month because (bring the band down behind me boys&hellip;)<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/images\/jdawnframe.jpg\"><\/p>\n<p>&ldquo;I&rsquo;m waitin&rsquo; for the man, twenty-six dollar in my hand.  He&rsquo;s never early, he&rsquo;s always late.  First thing you learn is you always gotta wait,&rdquo; quoth Lou Reed.  Waiting for God(ot).  Waiting for the Muse to *** on my ***.  Waiting for <i>the narcotic moment of creative bliss.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/images\/zbluegrass.jpg\"><\/p>\n<p>We saw this family playing great bluegrass in Santa Cruz, they had an ad for <a href=\"http:\/\/www.playbyear.com\/\" target=\"_blank\">&ldquo;Play It By Ear&rdquo;<\/a> software, maybe the guy wrote it.  Nodded out on the narcotic moment of creative bliss.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&rsquo;m about two-thirds done with Postsingular now. The book will probably have four long chapters and a short fifth chapter, and I finished Chapter 3 last week. This week I was cleaning up the long Chapters 2 and 3; I may try and get them published as standalone novelettes. Revising took longer than I expected. 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