Two-Week Vow of Silence

In order to focus on getting into grad school and taking the GRE I am going on a two-week vow of silence from this blog and my fiction.  See you on the other side!

Bad Gabe, BAD!!! Okay...

I have been neglectful (<-- according to Android I just made up that word) about this blog lately and I apologize to anyone who cares.  I have more things going than I have time to do.  I guess that's what it is like being ambitious.

Seriously, though, if I can get my writing career going and also get into grad school, then I will have more time to work on my writing projects.  I would love to be able to focus full time as a writer, and I feel teaching is an extension of that.  That's why I need to be back in school.  Well, that and it is a more guaranteed way of earning an income.

Still, though, I can dream about being a professional writer and work towards setting myself up for such.  Maybe I will not be successful, but at least I will be able to say tried.

Plus, I have been working on my book, and, the closer to being done, the more excited I get about it.  I have come up with a killer name and re-worked the chapters so there are fewer and they fall in natural breaks in the story.  I'm also changing the names to the final names, developing the characters entirely, sewing together the threads that build the many layers of ideas, and editing out unnecessary parts/characters to make it more tightly focused.  It's a process.  Once I am happy with the story then I will focus on the words:  I will line edit thoroughly.

Well, that's about all.  Also, wish me luck on the GRE.

Toodles!

Update on Update 2

Sorry for the delay.  Editing is not an exact art.  It takes a lot of time and a lot of careful consideration.  I would still like to get "Urban Decay" done and posted by tomorrow.

Update #2

As you might be able to tell, I am hard at work trying to get the best design possible out of this website, and I am going to get my own domain name soon -- it is surprisingly cheap.  I am working on finishing up a story that I started writing about two and a half years ago, when we still lived in Chicago.  It is called "Urban Decay".  It is meant to be satire and is closer to my old style than my style that has developed through my last four semesters of college and creative writing classes.  I still like to think it is a good story, and has at least a little bit of a deeper meaning, in the form, of course, of a social commentary.  Anyways, I hope to finish my final edits, proofread it, and post it on here after worok tonight.  So don't look for it until the early morning hours, for those of you who are night owls.  For the rest it *should* be posted when you wake up tomorrow morning. 

Job opening

Starving artist/amateur writer with delusions of grandeur seeking a sponsor/a pimp in order to focus on writing.  Candidates must have lots of money and no desire for creative imput.  Strong business sense and marketing experience will help.  Will receive share of profits.  Will also get satisfaction of "helping a brother out," which is priceless.  Applicants email gabegott@gmail.com for more info.

This one is for you, ladies

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We're lost in the fringes of society with no way out and no way down.  This is the ground floor -- at least we'll be the first to escape.

A goal for myself

I have played guitar for like 14 years now.  However, I have never really learned much beyond some chords, some scales, a couple of riffs, and a few songs.

When I taught myself how to play the guitar, it was for the wrong reasons: to be cool and to write songs to feel better about myself.  I never really achieved either of those goals and a lot of times I missed out on the greatest aspect of playing guitar -- having fun.

At some point I realized that I had spent my entire time as a musician trying to be a writer.  While that might work for some -- like Bob Dylan -- it didn't for me. 

Fairly recently I found my proper media: stories, novels, poems, blogs, and essays.  I write to be read.  I have had a lot more success in finding my voice, saying what I have to say, and feeling good about it.

Now I can finally discover what I have been missing out on all along.  I have decided that I am going to finally devote time to doing what I should have been doing all along: really learning to play guitar and for the fun of it.