Stuff I'm Writing, Stuff I've Written, Stuff I'm Procrastinating ....
Hi. My name is Victor Infante, and I write stuff. Except, you know, this blog, which has been severely neglected as of late. But hey. Whatever. There are only so many hours in the day, right? I'll try to make up for it now.
Here's what I'm working on:
Right now, after some advice from my wife and favorite editor, I'm plotting out expanding my short story, Baby Detonate For Me, into a full-length novel. I've been brought sort-of kicking and screaming to this point, because I was really happy with the third draft, which clocked in at an unpublishable 12, 635 words. I had already tried cutting it down to 6,000 words, and absolutely hated the results. Had pondered just doing something with it as-is online, but cooler heads have prevailed. Thus, more work.
I'm also knee-deep in what I can only call a prose-poem novella, entitled Why We Should Suffer For This. Because clearly, I am unfamiliar with the concept of writing things people will actually pay me to publish. On the other hand, I'm deeply in love with Suffer so far, so that's nice. It's the slowest writing of my life, sometimes scraping out as little as a line at a time, but I'm actually happy with it, which happens exceedingly rarely. The excerpts from it that I've read around seem to have gone over well, so that's encouraging.
Let's see, what else is going on? Pop Culture Notebook is still running on weekdays over at Telegram.com, and my What You're Listening To music column is still running Thursdays in the Go section. The newspaper keeps me busy, so I sometimes miss installments here and there, but they always come back around. Some of the more interesting ones recently have been: "And she was: Reading Jane Cassady and Stevie Edwards," "Pussy Riot: The only band that matters" and "Missing the show: The failure of arts journalism."
Over at Radius, we've had lots of great poems up there, including work from Germany's Rupprecht Mayer and Morocco's El Habib Louai. But if I was going to recommend one piece we've recently published, I'd have to lean toward "Hurt: Suite for Trayvon and too many more," by Wisconsin's Danez Smith. This suite of poem's just wrecked me.
Lastly, the silliness is still unfolding over at the Scavenger Hunt on Infinite Earths game. By popular demand, we'll be pushing the end date back at least two weeks, because people have been swamped. Which means there's still time to jump in if you want to play! Just visit the game's blog for details.
OK. Enough of this. I need to go write something else, now.
Here's what I'm working on:
Right now, after some advice from my wife and favorite editor, I'm plotting out expanding my short story, Baby Detonate For Me, into a full-length novel. I've been brought sort-of kicking and screaming to this point, because I was really happy with the third draft, which clocked in at an unpublishable 12, 635 words. I had already tried cutting it down to 6,000 words, and absolutely hated the results. Had pondered just doing something with it as-is online, but cooler heads have prevailed. Thus, more work.
I'm also knee-deep in what I can only call a prose-poem novella, entitled Why We Should Suffer For This. Because clearly, I am unfamiliar with the concept of writing things people will actually pay me to publish. On the other hand, I'm deeply in love with Suffer so far, so that's nice. It's the slowest writing of my life, sometimes scraping out as little as a line at a time, but I'm actually happy with it, which happens exceedingly rarely. The excerpts from it that I've read around seem to have gone over well, so that's encouraging.
Let's see, what else is going on? Pop Culture Notebook is still running on weekdays over at Telegram.com, and my What You're Listening To music column is still running Thursdays in the Go section. The newspaper keeps me busy, so I sometimes miss installments here and there, but they always come back around. Some of the more interesting ones recently have been: "And she was: Reading Jane Cassady and Stevie Edwards," "Pussy Riot: The only band that matters" and "Missing the show: The failure of arts journalism."
Over at Radius, we've had lots of great poems up there, including work from Germany's Rupprecht Mayer and Morocco's El Habib Louai. But if I was going to recommend one piece we've recently published, I'd have to lean toward "Hurt: Suite for Trayvon and too many more," by Wisconsin's Danez Smith. This suite of poem's just wrecked me.
Lastly, the silliness is still unfolding over at the Scavenger Hunt on Infinite Earths game. By popular demand, we'll be pushing the end date back at least two weeks, because people have been swamped. Which means there's still time to jump in if you want to play! Just visit the game's blog for details.
OK. Enough of this. I need to go write something else, now.
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