<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800395162971251399</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:55:57.839-07:00</updated><category term='novel'/><category term='9 Lives'/><title type='text'>"Lives", a novel by JJ McMoon</title><subtitle type='html'>The official journal documenting the creation of JJ McMoon's novel, "Lives", as written by JJ McMoon</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjmcmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6800395162971251399/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjmcmoon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JJ McMoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09168942739293568777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vugmxhywZ4/SaiS6PExZ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vj-sM-uu-VU/S220/IMG_0133_2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800395162971251399.post-420090014405596263</id><published>2010-02-21T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T05:16:34.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2 - Sandra Casey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Out of all of the chapters in "Lives", this one required the least amount of effort. Sandra's character filled the pages so quickly that before I even realized it, I was done. Not only that, but she was so completely different from Freddy that it made me think a lot harder about how far I could take the format. Eight chapters with eight distinct voices... It raised the bar because at that time, I still had six more characters to write!&lt;br /&gt;For what it's worth, I still believe that her voice is one of the strongest.&lt;br /&gt;However, Chapter Two stands out mostly because several readers have thought it to be the most controversial. In my opinion, the violence in other chapters is much more concerning, but that's America for you. We prefer violence to sex. Sandra is a "lot lizard" (a prostitute that works truck stops) and she goes into great detail as to what she does to be the best.&lt;br /&gt;When my mother read this chapter, she begged me to take it out. I listened carefully to her concerns, and as any son would in this situation, I began to doubt myself a little bit. For a couple of weeks, I did nothing but read that chapter over and over again, searching for another, less graphic way of telling her story.&lt;br /&gt;Sandra tells it like she does because she's hiding behind her work ethic. In other words, she focusses on being really good at a job that degrades her in order to shield herself from that degradation. Being a sucker for good irony, I had to leave it all in. Not only that, but when she stepped back from the job at hand, and compared it to working for a corporation somewhere ("where your boss is now your pimp"), I felt the detail was necessary to bring the metaphor home with realism and power. Combine that with her love for Billy Cobb, and her humanity breaks through very nicely.&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have held a job that drained your soul... or who have held a torch for the most undeserving person in the world...&lt;br /&gt;Or who have punished yourself for hurting someone who is no longer alive to apologize to... I introduce you to Sandra Casey.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;br /&gt;-JJ McMoon&lt;br /&gt;2/21/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;(for your FREE electronic copy of "Notchless Number Five", please subscribe to the JJ McMoon newsletter by following the links at www.jjmcmoon.com, or by sending e-mail to:&lt;br /&gt;jjmcmoon@gmail.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6800395162971251399-420090014405596263?l=jjmcmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjmcmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/420090014405596263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjmcmoon.blogspot.com/2010/02/chapter-2-sandra-casey.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6800395162971251399/posts/default/420090014405596263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6800395162971251399/posts/default/420090014405596263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjmcmoon.blogspot.com/2010/02/chapter-2-sandra-casey.html' title='Chapter 2 - Sandra Casey'/><author><name>JJ McMoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09168942739293568777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vugmxhywZ4/SaiS6PExZ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vj-sM-uu-VU/S220/IMG_0133_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800395162971251399.post-8089041841569230831</id><published>2010-02-16T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T05:16:58.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Amends With Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Many writers use music as a means to get where the words are. Stephen King is reputed to listen to AC/DC at full blast, for example.&lt;br /&gt;For me, instrumental music is usually best. And depending on the genre or scene I'm working on, I will change the energy of the music. Sometimes industrial (Chemical Brothers is best for violence), Sade (for love scenes), and other artists for general mood. For example, I found Brian Fechino's "Painting in a Dream" good for nostalgia and that insecure feeling of rejection in high school.&lt;br /&gt;However, the artist I listened to the most when writing "Lives" by far was Coldplay. I liked Coldplay before starting the book, but once I got into the draft, I found that the central theme of Lives simply wouldn't come out unless I had Coldplay's mix on my iPod.&lt;br /&gt;After a while, I began to hate Coldplay. I hated having to listen to it in order to get what I needed and if I heard Coldplay on the radio, or in any other setting other than at my writing desk, I immediately changed the station or left the room. It was that bad.&lt;br /&gt;Having finished the book a couple of months ago has given me some good distance, though. Just now, I had on a Pandora mix of U2 and Coldplay came on (Trouble). My instinct was to change the station... but then I realized that I liked it again. Kind of like "Stairway to Heaven", the music will always hold a special place in my heart, only in this case, Coldplay will bring me back to that wondrous feeling I had when I was discovering the "Lives" characters for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I can live with that:-)&lt;br /&gt;-JJ McMoon 2/16/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;(for your FREE electronic copy of "Notchless Number Five", please subscribe to the JJ McMoon newsletter by following the links at www.jjmcmoon.com, or by sending e-mail to:&lt;br /&gt;jjmcmoon@gmail.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6800395162971251399-8089041841569230831?l=jjmcmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjmcmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/8089041841569230831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjmcmoon.blogspot.com/2010/02/making-amends-with-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6800395162971251399/posts/default/8089041841569230831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6800395162971251399/posts/default/8089041841569230831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjmcmoon.blogspot.com/2010/02/making-amends-with-music.html' title='Making Amends With Music'/><author><name>JJ McMoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09168942739293568777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vugmxhywZ4/SaiS6PExZ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vj-sM-uu-VU/S220/IMG_0133_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800395162971251399.post-7514479693505072318</id><published>2010-02-09T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T05:18:01.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 1 - Freddy McDaniel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;In the final draft, Freddy is a broken man. However, I didn't set out to write about a broken man. I wanted to write about someone who didn't know who they were because their identity was locked in their idolization of another.&lt;br /&gt;Freddy (aka, "Shirt") rose out of the ashes of my grandfather's death. For my entire life, I had looked at Daddy Gayle as my mentor, my example of who and what a man should be. He fought behind German lines in WWII... Liberated concentration camps... Fought in Korea... Taught in Kentucky when they instituted bussing...&lt;br /&gt;And a lot of other things.&lt;br /&gt;When in the presence of Daddy Gayle, I always felt humbled. And when he passed away, though I was well into my 30's, a part of me felt lost. Who would I look up to now? Who would I ask for advice from now? He died in a nursing home, at the ripe old age of 90 with his body failing... How could this happen to this man of such greatness? Doesn't he deserve better?&lt;br /&gt;When I last saw him alive, I couldn't help but think, would it be better for him to go a little sooner and with a little more dignity? It's the kind of regret that pollutes everything, because there is no right answer. In the end, I didn't act on it, and I know that I was right not to do so. But still, a part of me will always wonder if I should have helped him out. Did I owe him that?&lt;br /&gt;All of these thoughts rose out of me like a stench when I sat down to figure out who Freddy was and how he would deal with his own tragic idolization of his brother, Kyle. In general, I'm not emotional when I write, but I let a few tears go when discovering Freddy because I was also re-discovering the little boy inside me that went camping and fishing with his grandfather... who sat by the river and heard so many stories about people and places... who learned to appreciate life from a man who bragged about having once held a job with a life expectancy of 40 seconds...&lt;br /&gt;For anyone who has felt lost... For anyone who has felt in awe of someone else...&lt;br /&gt;For anyone who has felt the weight of a horrible decision for which there was no clear right answer... I introduce you to Freddy McDaniel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;-JJ McMoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;2/9/10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;(for your FREE electronic copy of "Notchless Number Five", please subscribe to the JJ McMoon newsletter by following the links at www.jjmcmoon.com, or by sending e-mail to:&lt;br /&gt;jjmcmoon@gmail.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6800395162971251399-7514479693505072318?l=jjmcmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjmcmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7514479693505072318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjmcmoon.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-1-freddy-mcdaniel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6800395162971251399/posts/default/7514479693505072318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6800395162971251399/posts/default/7514479693505072318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjmcmoon.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-1-freddy-mcdaniel.html' title='Chapter 1 - Freddy McDaniel'/><author><name>JJ McMoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09168942739293568777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vugmxhywZ4/SaiS6PExZ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vj-sM-uu-VU/S220/IMG_0133_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800395162971251399.post-1124902694250050498</id><published>2010-02-05T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T05:18:38.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is Lives About?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;"Lives" has eight stories, each told in 1st person, that all add up to a larger whole. All of them feel, in one form or another, a higher power intervening in their lives. Some call it "God", others call it "Fate"… But what if it were something else entirely? Something beyond our current understanding of science? What if it were instead our budding evolution into telepathy, something that, like electricity, was unexplainable five hundred years ago, but is now commonplace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what if the person that discovered how to harness this power was insane? Could a doctor treat a patient who was privy to all of the doctor's thoughts? And more importantly, if that patient thought of himself as God, could anyone stop him from taking over the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;-JJ McMoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;2/5/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;(for your FREE electronic copy of "Notchless Number Five", please subscribe to the JJ McMoon newsletter by following the links at www.jjmcmoon.com, or by sending e-mail to:&lt;br /&gt;jjmcmoon@gmail.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6800395162971251399-1124902694250050498?l=jjmcmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjmcmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/1124902694250050498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjmcmoon.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-is-lives-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6800395162971251399/posts/default/1124902694250050498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6800395162971251399/posts/default/1124902694250050498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjmcmoon.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-is-lives-about.html' title='What Is Lives About?'/><author><name>JJ McMoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09168942739293568777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vugmxhywZ4/SaiS6PExZ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vj-sM-uu-VU/S220/IMG_0133_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800395162971251399.post-7893025425008345167</id><published>2009-12-14T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T05:13:08.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notchless Number Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I started writing this short story just before my son was born in December of 2008. I was filled with wonder and anticipation of what his life would be like, how I would be as a new parent, and then... where he had come from.&lt;br /&gt;Science tells us that people are created at conception, just as it tells us that we cease to exist after death. But just as I find it hard to believe that there is absolutely nothing after death, I found myself wondering if there had been something before life. What if, as a soul, my son was wandering around the infinite trying to decide what he should do with his eternity? What if, having found nothing of interest on his own, he went to a soul's trade show and was taken in by the pitch of a soul that had lived a life? How would that pitch sound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for your FREE electronic copy of "Notchless Number Five", please subscribe to the JJ McMoon newsletter by following the links at www.jjmcmoon.com, or by sending e-mail to:&lt;br /&gt;jjmcmoon@gmail.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6800395162971251399-7893025425008345167?l=jjmcmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjmcmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7893025425008345167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjmcmoon.blogspot.com/2010/03/notchless-number-five.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6800395162971251399/posts/default/7893025425008345167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6800395162971251399/posts/default/7893025425008345167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjmcmoon.blogspot.com/2010/03/notchless-number-five.html' title='Notchless Number Five'/><author><name>JJ McMoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09168942739293568777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vugmxhywZ4/SaiS6PExZ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vj-sM-uu-VU/S220/IMG_0133_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800395162971251399.post-5172326646776033952</id><published>2009-02-28T12:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T12:53:46.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Lives - Chapter 9, "Let's All Give the Doc A Mighty Hand"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have always loved psychiatry, especially criminal psychiatry.  I'm not sure why.  But serial killers have always fascinated me, most notably the ones that I believe really were sick.  In the interest of political correctness, I won't name any names, but I really would like to know what compels a man to eat another man when he's not starving to death; or to chop up a fair-skinned woman and save pieces of her in his freezer.  It's this kind of abhorrent behavior that completely escapes my level of understanding, and I find myself asking the same question over and over again whenever I read about it:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Why?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In this chapter, I thought of a psychiatrist who's bored with his life.  He follows the same exact routine every day, and wonders what the point of it all is.  In an effort to relieve his boredom, he takes a post in a hospital for the criminally insane and meets a truly fascinating patient.  In an effort to "cure" the patient, he makes the mistake of getting emotionally involved...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Obviously, since this is the last chapter, I can't give too much away.  But I will say that it will probably require the most rewriting of any of the chapters because so many details are joining the plot every day that need to be accounted for in the final act.  I like that it has a nice rhythm, and is told mostly through dialogue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-JJ McMoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2/28/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6800395162971251399-5172326646776033952?l=jjmcmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjmcmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5172326646776033952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjmcmoon.blogspot.com/2009/02/9-lives-chapter-9-lets-all-give-doc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6800395162971251399/posts/default/5172326646776033952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6800395162971251399/posts/default/5172326646776033952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjmcmoon.blogspot.com/2009/02/9-lives-chapter-9-lets-all-give-doc.html' title='9 Lives - Chapter 9, &quot;Let&apos;s All Give the Doc A Mighty Hand&quot;'/><author><name>JJ McMoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09168942739293568777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vugmxhywZ4/SaiS6PExZ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vj-sM-uu-VU/S220/IMG_0133_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800395162971251399.post-9041143708970440321</id><published>2009-02-28T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T12:32:24.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Lives - Chapter 4, A Goth Hero's Tragic Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This guy, called &lt;i&gt;TX&lt;/i&gt;, was supposed to represent the turning point in the story.  At the time I wrote it (it's the first of the 9 chapters that I wrote), I had a different idea for the ending than I have now.  However, with a few word changes here and there, I wound up with a humorous tale of rock star cliche.  A guy shows up to perform at a concert, and suddenly the concert is cancelled and the police are after him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What I like about TX is that nothing rattles him.  Whether it's the bouncers not recognizing him without makeup and refusing to give him entry to his own show, spending the night in a coffin, getting accused of being a serial killer, having a groupie go nuts on him and trashing his dressing room, or getting kidnapped by the real serial killer and facing certain doom, TX handles it all matter of factly, as if it's all in a day's work.  In his final encounter with Murphy's Law, he's presented with a delicious irony that only a character with as strong of a sense of self as TX has can answer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Is it better to die a horribly painful death, or to live and spend the rest of your days in prison with the world knowing you are guilty of horrible crimes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-JJ McMoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2/28/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6800395162971251399-9041143708970440321?l=jjmcmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjmcmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/9041143708970440321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjmcmoon.blogspot.com/2009/02/9-lives-chapter-4-goth-heros-tragic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6800395162971251399/posts/default/9041143708970440321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6800395162971251399/posts/default/9041143708970440321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjmcmoon.blogspot.com/2009/02/9-lives-chapter-4-goth-heros-tragic.html' title='9 Lives - Chapter 4, A Goth Hero&apos;s Tragic Fall'/><author><name>JJ McMoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09168942739293568777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vugmxhywZ4/SaiS6PExZ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vj-sM-uu-VU/S220/IMG_0133_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800395162971251399.post-624763868885911536</id><published>2009-02-28T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T12:19:33.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Lives - Chapter 3, "A Jock's Life After High School"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In this novel, the task of starting new chapters has provided the greatest challenge so far.  Because I'm coming off of the high of having completed a chapter, and I'm used to producing upwards of four pages a day, it's difficult to start anew.  So many questions are unanswered when I sit down and look at that blank page that I have to take myself out of "production" gear and put myself back into "imagination mode".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The problem with this week's character, Billy Cobb, is that you've heard so much about him in the first two chapters.  That kind of ties me down a bit.  In this novel, I'm telling many sides of the same story, so it's entirely plausible that one character speaks ill-ly of Billy while another claims him as the love of her life.  However, all along I've kinda fostered the impression of his being an abrasive personality, and that does not bode well for entertaining writing.  One of the cardinal rules for a good read involves characters that people like.  They can be flawed, but overall, they need to be likable, otherwise why would someone continue to read about them? Readers want to read about character that they want to be, or hang around.  When you've got a guy that is completely unredeeming, telling his story in the 1st person, it's important that he at least be respectable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I sat down today to write about him, I spent about 3 tedious hours trying to find his voice.  &lt;i&gt;Make him too jock-like and he's stereotypical; but make him too human and his role in this tale becomes too watered down&lt;/i&gt;.  He needs to be a jerk to perform his role in the story, but how much is too much?  I saw him as a guy who is naturally likeable, but who's character flaw is his cluelessness towards the feelings of others.  He takes it for granted that people gravitate towards him, and doesn't understand how it hurts their feelings when he loses interest in them, or doesn't love them as much as they love him.  Or how anyone could possibly have a different opinion than himself and be anything but "wrong".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Billy is high energy, charismatic, and very physical in both his speech and mannerisms.  He's the kind of person you cannot help but stop and listen to, and then follow to the next party.  But by the same token, he is also doesn't understand why his best days were had in high school and how he just can't seem to get his life together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, I came up with his voice, but I also came up with his motivation and vehicle into the main plotline.  No pun intended, he becomes obsessed with finding the Lincoln his best friend in high school used to have, convinced that if he can somehow acquire it again, he will find himself living the good life he had back in high school.  To his excitement, he is able to buy the Lincoln, and his life does improve.  Everything seems to come together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For a short while, anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-JJ McMoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2/28/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6800395162971251399-624763868885911536?l=jjmcmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjmcmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/624763868885911536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjmcmoon.blogspot.com/2009/02/9-lives-chapter-3-jocks-life-after-high.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6800395162971251399/posts/default/624763868885911536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6800395162971251399/posts/default/624763868885911536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjmcmoon.blogspot.com/2009/02/9-lives-chapter-3-jocks-life-after-high.html' title='9 Lives - Chapter 3, &quot;A Jock&apos;s Life After High School&quot;'/><author><name>JJ McMoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09168942739293568777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vugmxhywZ4/SaiS6PExZ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vj-sM-uu-VU/S220/IMG_0133_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800395162971251399.post-2786412392714913111</id><published>2009-02-27T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T16:38:03.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Lives - Chapter 1, My Brother's Cool Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The first story is where I have to build everything.  I have to create characters, action, sprinkle in a bit of drama, and set the pace.  More importantly, I have to set a first impression that's going to last with the reader probably until the end.  Do I want them to feel angry?  Sad?  Do I want them to laugh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's a fun job to do this because you can't possibly go wrong in the first draft, so the pages flow very easily.  Usually, I'll get anywhere from three to five pages done in a 4-hour block (my allotted daily writing time).  But when I'm doing something from scratch, I can often get twice that.  It's in the rewriting that it all comes back to haunt me and I realize that I'm going to have to get rid of this plotline because it leads away from that and this character needs to kill so and so in chapter four, so he can't do this in chapter one...  So I'm sure that what I'm about to write about Freddy McDaniel will be completely different than what winds up in the final release.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After all, they say write the first draft with your heart, and turn off your inner editor until the first draft is complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Freddy is the youngest of three brothers, each of whom are at least 10 years older than himself.  Kyle, he idolized, while he barely spoke to Michael.  Their father had a 1973 Lincoln Continental that he loved, but which winds up being an omen of terrible things to come; of youth and innocence lost, and finally, of life itself lost.  Freddy inherits the Lincoln, unable to part with it because of the memories associated with it, but also unable to respect himself for not getting rid of it.  One night's mistake haunts him for his entire life, and he winds up leaving his life on the East Coast behind in favor of the glorious sunset offered by the West...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I set most of the story in the Arizona desert, in order to paint a picture of vulnerability.  It's a beautiful part of the country to see, but if your car breaks down, you could very easily die out there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Each of the characters starts out in a vulnerable place that they have to work their way out of.  But Freddy's unique challenge is that he's the only one that has to do this completely alone.  Without help from any of the passersby, and without companionship, he becomes lost mentally as much as he is physically.  And as he becomes less sure of the difference between what is real and what is a heat-induced hallucination, he is less able to rely on himself.  Finally, he is forced to face his most traumatic memory, and rectify it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Structural and Plot Notes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's not the kind of piece that would make a great movie, as the struggle is mostly internal.  But on the page, I really like the pacing of it.  I haven't changed the language much in subsequent reads, either, as I think the characterization is solid. I am, however, waiting to do anything major with it until I've finished all of the others as I can already see some details that may need to be changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Also, during the first draft of this story (before grammar, or any other rewrite), I came up with a list of details that seemed insignificant when I wrote it.  I almost cut them out on a second read because they didn't contribute to the story.  But for now I'm leaving them in, with the intention of expanding on some of them in the stories to come.  It's a nice, natural way of linking everybody together that I expected to have to work a lot harder on to achieve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-JJ McMoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2/27/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6800395162971251399-2786412392714913111?l=jjmcmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjmcmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2786412392714913111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjmcmoon.blogspot.com/2009/02/9-lives-chapter-1-my-brothers-cool-car.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6800395162971251399/posts/default/2786412392714913111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6800395162971251399/posts/default/2786412392714913111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjmcmoon.blogspot.com/2009/02/9-lives-chapter-1-my-brothers-cool-car.html' title='9 Lives - Chapter 1, My Brother&apos;s Cool Car'/><author><name>JJ McMoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09168942739293568777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vugmxhywZ4/SaiS6PExZ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vj-sM-uu-VU/S220/IMG_0133_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800395162971251399.post-1388163581822790855</id><published>2009-02-27T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T11:22:54.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom Queen Trials and Tribulations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just to get it out of the way, I foster no opinions of prom queens (or prostitutes) in general, so please don't take offense:)  I like writing about characters no one else writes about; people who aren't necessarily good-intentioned, and who, in spite of justice saying they need a break, don't always have happy endings.  It adds to the suspense, since you don't know how it's going to end, and I think it gives my plot lines more of a "real" feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I started out writing this chapter as more of a shocker than anything else.  I wanted to present a character that people don't like and then make her likeable.  The best stories are borne out of conflict with extreme resolution, and I couldn't think of a better vehicle for showcasing this.  Sandra is angry, bitter, corrupt, yet self-confident.  She's honest about who she is and what she does, and she expresses little shame over it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She's crass, rude, vulgar...  everything a lady isn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, she's also been in love and is able to redeem a little of her humanity by allowing herself to believe in love again.  I was happy when, on my final read, I found myself touched by her revelation.  This one, more than the others, truly goes the distance, and I felt everything from disgust to hope in listening to her tell me about herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In my travels, I've found that a person's character presents itself in it's purest form only when there's a tremendous struggle involved.  For example, I've hung around people that were in Sandra's situation and found that some were broken, while others weren't.  I wanted to write about a woman in this situation who wasn't broken... yet.  I wanted to show a person so intent on NOT being in denial that she falls into the greatest denial of all:  The denial of her own humanity.  In fact, I don't even give her a name until halfway through the piece, because until then, she doesn't even view herself as a person, but as a piece of meat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In closing, I'd have to say that the biggest challenge in writing this chapter was to stop writing this chapter.  I could have told the entire novel's story just from her point of view, so I had to force myself to end it at 20 pages and let one of the other characters pick up where she left off.  I may change this strategy in the final draft, but for now I think that it works.  Leaving some loose ends isn't necessarily a bad thing in storytelling, and I do hope people will discuss the love triangle between Sandra, Kyle, and Billy long after I'm on to my next book:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-JJ McMoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2/27/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6800395162971251399-1388163581822790855?l=jjmcmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjmcmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/1388163581822790855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjmcmoon.blogspot.com/2009/02/prom-queen-trials-and-tribulations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6800395162971251399/posts/default/1388163581822790855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6800395162971251399/posts/default/1388163581822790855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjmcmoon.blogspot.com/2009/02/prom-queen-trials-and-tribulations.html' title='Prom Queen Trials and Tribulations'/><author><name>JJ McMoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09168942739293568777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vugmxhywZ4/SaiS6PExZ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vj-sM-uu-VU/S220/IMG_0133_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800395162971251399.post-1622793727532134100</id><published>2009-02-27T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T05:03:32.318-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9 Lives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>Introduction to Lives</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since January, I've officially changed careers and became a professional writer.  I did this with several goals in mind, namely to finally start, and complete a novel.  I've had many ideas over the years, and have started many novels (how many writers haven't, lol), but this year I decided to start with a fresh idea, outline the story, complete writing it, and self-publish it before year's end.  My goals are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1.  First draft by June 1st&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2.  Polished, printable draft by August 15th (allowing a little over a week per chapter)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3.  Stock ready to sell by September 15th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4.  Release / shipping date of October 1st.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So far, I am ahead of schedule on the writing, and have my ducks in a row for the other goals as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So what's the story about?  Well, let's talk about how I chose the idea first...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since I've had a hard time completing novels in the past, and yet I've written dozens of short stories, I decided to take what I know about short stories and expand that into the novel format.  Writing "long" shot stories wasn't something I wanted to do, and I didn't want to do a compilation, either, since that's not really a novel now is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I came up with a hook (which you'll have to read the finished work to have revealed) that allows me to write 9 longer stories (about 10,000-12,000 words a piece, or about 20 single-spaced pages in MS Word) that add up to one long story.  The format is obviously 9 chapters, each of them on a specific character.  My first challenge was to come up with characters that people would relate to.  So, I first listed them, along with their prospective titles:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1.  I Wish I had my Brother's Cool Car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2.  From Prom Queen to Trucker Whore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3.  A Jock's Life After High School&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4.  A Goth Hero's Tragic Fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5.  Being a Serial Killer is Over-rated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6.  Why my mother said, "Pretty Girls Shouldn't Hitchhike"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7.  Young Punk Mixed up in the Jailhouse Rock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8.  An Orderly Named Barry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9.  Let's all Give the Doc a Mighty Hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While I have finished the 1st draft on 4 of these (1, 2, 4, and 9), I am still not set in stone on the titles, nor am I set in stone on the characters, either.  One of the things I've been pleased to discover is that my imagination has given me some great details to work with.  I'll start out with an idea and by the time the week is over, the character will not only sound better than I had anticipated, it will also touch off some additional ideas to put in the finished product.  The hook gets stronger with each story, and each story discovers additional threads to weave itself to the previously written stories.  I realize this will give me alot to clean up in the re-write process this summer, but I am confident the reader will have a better value as a result.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One last note:  I am writing this novel as an exercise in getting readers to relate to my characters.  I write a few hundred pages a year in journal entries, so actually completing the 200 or so of this novel isn't that large of a milestone for me.  The fact is, it is alot easier to write when you don't have to think of a market who will read it.  So, my hypothesis is this:  if I can create characters that people like, that keeps them reading until the end, then I can absolutely make a living doing this:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-JJ McMoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2/27/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6800395162971251399-1622793727532134100?l=jjmcmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjmcmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/1622793727532134100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjmcmoon.blogspot.com/2009/02/introduction-to-9-lives.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6800395162971251399/posts/default/1622793727532134100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6800395162971251399/posts/default/1622793727532134100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjmcmoon.blogspot.com/2009/02/introduction-to-9-lives.html' title='Introduction to Lives'/><author><name>JJ McMoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09168942739293568777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vugmxhywZ4/SaiS6PExZ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vj-sM-uu-VU/S220/IMG_0133_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
