and when the thunder pulls in seagulls will scatter// shake sand from their fur onto pigeons pacing in the parking lot & a person there, thinking “these moments might be the majority of life so i’ll try to enjoy cool air on bare skin and how the grey sky reflects concrete,
What I’m most proud of is the ongoing ‘Beach Sloth’ Blog. I like how versatile the Blog can be. In a book the words are there without change, addition, or elaboration. That can be extremely scary to make a definitive statement. By blogging I’ve noticed that I can clarify some things, elaborate on them, and better figure out what works best for me.
The working title of the finished book (at 53,000 words) was ‘Tripping’. I like the title. I’ll keep it. Anybody who is interested in ‘Tripping’ should encourage me. I doubt I’ll be sharing the rough draft yet. The draft is just too rough. The Blog is simple. The Blog gets feedback. I can always add to the Blog. I can’t add to a book. I edit too much for me to ever be happy with a book. Who knows though maybe people will like it?
Where did the idea come from for the book?
The Blog stemmed from me hanging out on the beach. I was completely directionless in life. I have more of a purpose now both with the Blog and with life in general. Alt Lit is a huge part of the Blog. I want to support those who don’t receive much attention. I want to make life easier for people. I like helping people.
For the full book the idea came from traveling and realizing a part of my life was over. It took me a long time to realize that. I wanted to constantly go back in time, to relive my life and maybe handle it better. I know that’s impossible now. I wish I had figured it out earlier.
What genre does your book fall under?
My Blog falls under the ‘support’ genre. Maybe it could be self-help? Reading my Blog should help others feel better about their lives. There’s all this wonderful material being created, free of charge, and I want to bring attention to it. Alt Lit is a wonderful thing. More people keep on joining the community for a reason. With more writers there’s a greater diversity of interests, styles, and life experiences. To me that is really fantastic.
The book would fall under ‘young adult’. I heard there’s a whole section of the library called ‘young adult’. I want part of the ‘young adult’ pie. Or I could go for elderly due to the demographic shifts worldwide towards rapid aging.
What actors would you choose to play the part of your characters in a movie rendition?
My Blog might be hard to turn into a movie. I’m uncertain. I have no idea who would play me. I might do that. Why not? I guess if I was going to drop the anonymous thing it would be for a big old pile of money and Hollywood fame.
The book lends itself fairly well to a movie. The movie would be really digressive I think. I wish I knew more about movies. I know what soundtrack I’d use. It would be a better soundtrack than ‘Garden State’. The soundtrack would be killer. I feel like actually releasing the soundtrack of the movie first. When I watch movies I watch them with subtitles and turn the volume off. ‘Broken Flowers’ is a good movie for that approach. If anybody watches ‘Broken Flowers’ watch it to June of 44’s album ‘Engine Takes to the Water’. It syncs up perfectly with the movie.
What is the one sentence synopsis of your book?
Beach Sloth is a Blog supporting others.
The book is someone dealing with the inevitability of adulthood by going on a trip that makes little sense and has little purpose.
How long did it take you to write the first draft of the manuscript?
The Blog has taken me almost three years. I’m pretty happy with the manuscript.
Summarizing or giving the book a specific period is a bit tricky. I wrote some of the scenes years ago (before the blog), trashed it, and kept on coming back to them. The book is a series of earlier drafts. Collecting them and polishing them enough so they’d make sense took a month to fully re-write and put together.
Who or what inspired you to write this book?
The Blog was inspired by supporting others. People need support. Life is too hard.
I wanted to have a bigger statement than the Blog. Few take blogging seriously. Books though seem to be taken ultra-seriously for reasons I can’t fathom. Yet I still wanted to have a book that I wrote and could perhaps take some pride in, hence ‘Tripping’.
What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?
If anybody needs an introduction to Alt Lit I do a good job summarizing it. I try to keep things simple. My goal is to convey as clearly as possible what the work is trying to do. The purpose of my reviews is to be as simple as possible.
For the book I feel if people are reaching their late twenties and feel completely doomed about what do with their life then my book might be able to help them.
Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?
The Blog is self-published. That will never change. I like having control over it.
I self-published ‘I want to YouTube down the Rivers of America’. I think if I have another book it will not be a chapbook but a full book. I want to have a publisher.
My tagged writers for next Wednesday are:
Neon Glittery, Bianca Shipton, Peterbd, Lucy K Shaw, Stephen Michael McDowell
You wake up with a tiny whale calling out in your ribs and you’re just like, “fuck, i’m sorry. There are no other whales of your species, which lives inside a human ribcage.” She’s spraying goddamn ocean water through your eyeballs.
It’s wednesday and you make it outside so, there. You have some fight in you today. The whale floats and bobs on a warm dam of tea and soy milk. You are surrounded by impenetrable fog. You laugh and walk through the fog. “Impenetrable?!” you shout and there is no echo. There is no need to affirm that it is an impenetrable fog, the promise was inherent in the initial wording.
For a full half-second you register the image of a man wearing a VB beanie as he brushes past.
“Impenetrable was the wrong word”, you mouth like a little asshole.
A dog seems purposeful as she is walked by the fog.
Eventually you are looking at the ocean, so enveloped by fog that it is only visible as dark ridges on white. The whale whispers and sinks.
“What the fuck was you’re just like?” you mutter smugly and now you’re doing a cartwheel or something. You are reminiscent of an ogre as you run at birds and send them circling. “Bullshit!” you shout. You laugh and stick your middle finger up at the fog enveloped sky.
You are falling off a cliff. Your head is being pierced by a sharp rock.