Damn it, Brain!

This morning, I am dragging ass something fierce. I could have used another two hours of sleep. This morning has been brought to me by book brain. Yesterday I made a lot of progress on the book. By the time I went to bed, I had the first 1000 words written as well as a crap-ton of notes, themes, and other things I wanted to include. I probably shouldn’t have talked about it with my extremely supportive girlfriend on the phone last night, because that sorta stoked the fires more. The old writer brain was up until 1:30am, working through things. Taking notes on my phone.

It was glorious.

There is a lot that is going to be involved in this project. I have two ways to go. One of which is going to get me sued, so I can’t be all Sebastian Junger on this and go into journalist mode. Instead, I’ll have to write it as a fiction. Which is fine because nobody would believe half the stuff anyway.

The few people I have spoken with directly about this project are stoked so far. It seems like people want to know how the sausage is made. Higher Ed has left a sour taste in many people’s mouths.

I’m thinking of books like The Jungle, the Sun Also Rises, Drinking with Strangers, and even Anthony Bourdain’s Kitchen Confidential. Books which are heavy on narration, yet cut deep and to the bone when it comes to disillusionment, pulling no punches, and exposing the subject. I like the voice of Krakauer’s books on ill-fated adventure which usually ends in tragedy. He is good at dotting his I’s and crossing his T’s. I find a lot of similarities in absurdity and redundancy at this place as I would with Joseph Heller’s Catch 22 too. I don’t know. Well, I do know. I don’t read a lot these days, which works against me sometimes, but it also helps in that I have a story that is mine to tell and won’t use what I’ve read as a crutch as much as my own experiences.

Anyway, there is a lot of ground to cover. 18 years before the mast. Four years before that as a student. A lot of it is details. Mostly my process is just going to be to spew everything onto the page in some kind of wordgasm and then try to construct a story from there. I guess that’s how a lot of things take form.

In the meantime, I’ve got plenty of freelance work to do. More to follow!