I've spent most of the last week working out my finances and catching up on paperwork...and letting Place of Safety do its own adjustments in the back of my brain. A lot needs to be reconfigured on the book, and me sitting at a laptop trying to figure out to say at this particular time is a total waste. So I'm letting Brendan and company do their thing as I do mine.
I hopped down to NYC to see a friend, Brad Rushing, cinematographer extraordinaire, and got slammed by NYC's typical summer heat and humidity. 90+ and sweltering. Used up a lot of cash on cabs to get around, made worse by the usual traffic tie-ups due to parades and construction and asshole drivers, but...it all worked out well. I even enjoyed a vegan dinner...with is NOT at ALL my bent.
Brad did an interview with Honeysuckle Magazine that was fun to watch and listen to, and I met a couple of cool people -- Ronit and Sam, who publish a very professional-looking mag that spits in your eye. I perused a couple of issues, and my favorite article was a remembrance of Dirk Shafer, who was Playgirl's Man of the Year until he was confronted about being gay...as he chronicled in his mockumentary, in 1995. I knew Dirk slightly and always found him to be pleasant and forward thinking, and was sad he died in 2015 even though I hadn't seen him since I left LA in 2008. Reading that article cemented my already positive attitude about the magazine's aims -- darkness with humanity.
Needless to say, I can get pretty damned dark in my thoughts and attitudes, not to mention complaints and rants. The fact that my first book has a straight man raping men and telling his story from his own self-justified viewpoint as he destroys lives...yet who still winds up a sympathetic killer at the end...is pretty indicative of how far I'm willing to go into the night. And I have to admit, sometimes I wonder if I can go farther.
I wonder if that's what the hesitation is about PS...that I either want to go too dark...or won't go far enough?
I hopped down to NYC to see a friend, Brad Rushing, cinematographer extraordinaire, and got slammed by NYC's typical summer heat and humidity. 90+ and sweltering. Used up a lot of cash on cabs to get around, made worse by the usual traffic tie-ups due to parades and construction and asshole drivers, but...it all worked out well. I even enjoyed a vegan dinner...with is NOT at ALL my bent.
Brad did an interview with Honeysuckle Magazine that was fun to watch and listen to, and I met a couple of cool people -- Ronit and Sam, who publish a very professional-looking mag that spits in your eye. I perused a couple of issues, and my favorite article was a remembrance of Dirk Shafer, who was Playgirl's Man of the Year until he was confronted about being gay...as he chronicled in his mockumentary, in 1995. I knew Dirk slightly and always found him to be pleasant and forward thinking, and was sad he died in 2015 even though I hadn't seen him since I left LA in 2008. Reading that article cemented my already positive attitude about the magazine's aims -- darkness with humanity.
Needless to say, I can get pretty damned dark in my thoughts and attitudes, not to mention complaints and rants. The fact that my first book has a straight man raping men and telling his story from his own self-justified viewpoint as he destroys lives...yet who still winds up a sympathetic killer at the end...is pretty indicative of how far I'm willing to go into the night. And I have to admit, sometimes I wonder if I can go farther.
I wonder if that's what the hesitation is about PS...that I either want to go too dark...or won't go far enough?
2 comments:
I vote too dark.
Noted, accepted, and pretty damn much agreed with...and thank you for your support. ;)
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