Author: EAB

  • BYE 2013: Best Year Ever listings (+ a brief #MoG update)

    It’s been a slow process, but I’ve been able to gather the extent of my literary losses following the untimely dispatching of my hard drive in October. It could’ve been way worse, but here was the damage: I lost the first drafts and doodlings of my most recent poems, the redrafting I’d accomplished in August of Ministers of Grace Book 2: Virtues & Occultations, and an embarrassing number of photographs that never made it to Instagram. Somehow I’ve been able to sleep at night. I’m not entirely devastated by the loss off the headway that I’d made on Book 2, as it wasn’t substantial, and I still have the copious notes I’d made to expand the text into something that adheres to the series as a whole.

    This past Saturday (11/30) was the fourth anniversary of Sage Holloway and the Ministers of Grace universe taking up a whole complex of houses in my head. Sage and I have been talking about getting back into Book 2 again. She’s got some ideas as to how she and Merula can kick more tail than they did in the first draft. Of course, we’re going to have to carve out some time for that. Ever since grad school ten years ago, I’ve discovered that the holidays are the worst time for trying to get anything writerly done. In fact, during the first draft, I had to take a break one-third of the way in because Christmas hit, and I resumed work after New Year’s in order to complete it by 1/20/10. I have no expectations for being massively productive over the holidays, as I’ve just moved yet again (but hopefully for the last time for a long time, really and truly and mercifully, after eight times in eight months), but if I do manage to get in some serious writing time, you can count me among the pleasantly surprised this holiday season. If not, know that writing a few times a week is going to make it to my assembly of do-this-in-2014 imperatives.

    And on a side note, I have been trying to get Cherubim & Seraphim added to the iBookstore, but the review process is taking a shocking amount of time. I’ll let you know as soon as it’s available for sale there.

    One of the things that I regularly engage in over the holidays is listing my favorite things that I experienced over the course of the year and sharing them among a set of interested parties. As this year was a particularly expansive year – one in which I was on the receiving end of so many generous blessings – I’m feeling similarly generous. Please find below my top fives sometimes moar, sometimes less of the Best Year Ever.

    ♥ EAB


    films – cinema excursions
    1. Pacific Rim – I’d had no idea that this film was about kaiju, and the surprise was so welcome that I squealed in the cinema when I found out. Guillermo del Toro always pulls together fantastic things, and this is no exception.
    2. Fruitvale Station – A harrowing film about the shooting of Oscar Grant in Oakland at the Fruitvale BART station back on New Year’s Eve 2008/9. You’ll cry at least part of your face off, but it’s worth it.
    3. Man of Steel – I’d never found the Superman mythology compelling until I saw this film. I know the reviews were mixed on this one, but I loved it.
    4. Evil Dead – I was heavily skeptical about this, given my love for the original Evil Dead trilogy and the musical, but it was actually scary.
    5. The Conjuring – Great little horror flick about the Warrens. Love it.
    6. Catching Fire – While I had serious issues with the engineering within The Hunger Games trilogy, I do think that the cinematic version of this tale can be saved. That Susanne Collins isn’t the primary writer on the screenplays means that it might actually be done right.
    honorable mentions
    1. Three Days of the Condor – There were a few films (often based on books!) from the 1970s that prophesied a time when corporations would rule the world, politicians would be powerless to those who manage their pursestrings, intelligence agencies would run amok without legislative oversight and the government’s assassination program would target innocents. Sidney Pollack helmed this one and cast his pal Robert Redford as the beleaguered lead in this often overlooked gem.
    2. One of the amaaaazing things about being back in New York is getting to see screenings of classic films at IFC and the Sunshine Cinema. I got to see a couple of my favorites this year: The Shining and Poltergeist. Seeing the full frame of The Shining on the big screen was particularly impressive, as all previous video releases were all in the 4:3 aspect ratio. (I can’t attest to BluRay editions, though.)

    b-films
    1. The Room
    2. The Room
    3. The Room – While it might seem absurd to name a film thrice, it’s because The Room is an unforgettable film, so much so that I believe that chanting it has to summon some terrible Beetlejuice-like creature with even worse hair and an indecipherable accent. It is rightly referred to as the Citizen Kane of bad films. While I adore the laughably regrettable and regrettably laughable missteps that comprise The Room as it is endured within the comfort of one’s own home, it pales to the interactive experience that one finds at a midnight cult showing. If there’s one by you and you’ve already partaken in The Room’s hideousness, go now or forever use your plastic spoons sensibly.
    4. Samurai Cop – If you were obsessed with Lethal Weapon photo stills and unillustrated martial arts how-to books and had never actually seen a film in your whole goddamn life, this would be the movie you’d make. It is a counterintuitive mess featuring a migrating wig and a scene-stealing police captain.
    5. Sharknado – I gave into the hype, and it was pretty funny. The sheer concept of it is SyFy gold.

    tv
    1. Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. – Joss Whedon (et al, as the case is), as brilliant as he is, has a hard time starting a serialized story. For example, Buffy the film wasn’t as good, and neither were the first few episodes of the tv series, but after it hit a stride a few episodes in, it was outstanding. The same thing went with Angel. And Firefly. In other words, you kinda have to weather that rough start to get to the gold. After a few episodes, I can confidently state that I’m hooked although I admittedly wasn’t convinced at first.
    2. Game of Thrones – This show is so damn good I can’t take it. #redwedding. That’s all.
    3. House of Cards – When I got my Netflix back – yay! – the first suggestion they made was this, and I binged. Brilliantly done.
    4. Law & Order – I watched all of it – all twenty seasons, every last episode in reverse order – during the winter while I was creating the final version of my book. It was a Benjamin Button experience, watching Sam Waterston age backwards until Michael Moriarty laid him to rest after cradling his infantine head and, too, aged backwards. This show became a standard for anthological cop/law tv, I miss it, and I’m sure I’m not alone in that. FYI: S. Epatha Merkerson does not age. The only change she ever makes is her wardrobe.
    5. South Park – They’re still doing it, and they’re still killing it.
    Perennial favorites still include Psych, The Daily Show, The Colbert Report.

    miscellaneous streamables
    1. Life of Pi – I still don’t like narratives about writers writing, but it’s such a beautiful film, so much so that I can even forgive the weird writer guy for looking so checked out every time he was on camera.
    2. Scott Pilgrim – I don’t know why I missed this one, but I’m glad I righted this wrong. Speaking of Michael Cera…
    3. This Is the End.
    4. The Dark Knight Returns, Parts I & II – Part II was released this year, and it was just as wicked as the previous installment.
    5. The Bletchley Circle – A surprising little British miniseries about a group of female codebreakers from Bletchley tracking down a serial killer in the ’50s.

    music
    1. Queens of the Stone Age – …Like Clockwork – I love these guys, and they’re back. The tracks in which Dave Grohl is on drums are transcendental.
    2. Wye Oak – Civilian – Singer Jenn Wasner has a husky frankness in her voice, like she’s letting you – and only you – in on a secret.
    3. Metz – METZ – Death by Audio, the music venue in Williamsburg, contains an innate falsehood in its name. The truth is that there are many other things that can kill you there, from the deterioration of the structural integrity of the warehouse in which it’s located, to the electrical system, and back again to the complete lack of temperature control therein. The only thing that won’t kill you is the music, but it is probable – and only probable and not due to one’s assertions on theology – that if you do die due to the collapse of a support beam while rocking out, you might be en route to heaven. When I caught Metz there in August ’12, the experience was such that I know that I will never, ever be as hot as I was in that venue after the power had failed and the indoor temperature soared well over 110 degrees. Nevertheless, I was so impressed by the band that they’ve been on my radar ever since, even though I only really dove into this album this summer.
    4. The M Machine – Metropolis I and Metropolis II – If you like electronica, start with “The Palace” on Metropolis II. You should be totally in love by the time you hit “Tiny Anthem.”
    5. Stevie Wonder – Innervisions – The day after I flew into LGA and moved back to NYC, I had brunch at Grey Dog in Chelsea, and “Don’t You Worry ‘Bout a Thing” came on, after Supertramp’s “Take the Long Way Home” played, and it was an apropos welcome home. This album was consequently on heavy rotation in the weeks that followed my return, and I recommend y’all revisit it, too.

    books/comics
    1. Brian K. Vaughan – Y: The Last Man – This is a phenomenal graphic novel series about a world in which all males on the planet have been wiped out by some mysterious illness save a 20-something human named Yorick and his monkey Ampersand. It’s an incredible critique on society as well as the underdeveloped state of feminism. I’ve been talking about this since I binged on all ten volumes over Memorial Day weekend.
    2. Stephen King – Doctor Sleep – I’m a King apologist, so while this is flawed, it was great to reconnect with Danny Torrance and feel some of the terror that King can convey in prose.
    3. Michael Lewis – The Big Short – Great little narrative explaining some of the WTF that precipitated the financial crisis of ’08.
    4. Victor Cha – The Impossible State – This is a comprehensive, alarming and unforgettable book about the sweeping sovereign dysfunction that is North Korea.
    5. John Burnside – The Devil’s Footprints – I love the darkly charming voice in this novel.
    honorable mention
    T.S. Eliot – “The Dry Salvages” from Four Quartets – It was a religious experience when I read Four Quartets a couple of years ago. I had the treat of making my way to Gloucester this year, where I was able to sit near the ocean and experience the atmosphere that surrounds the actual Dry Salvages, the rock formation just off the coast. The whole time, I had phrases from this portion of “The Dry Salvages” ringing through my ears:

    For most of us, there is only the unattended
    Moment, the moment in and out of time,
    The distraction fit, lost in a shaft of sunlight,
    The wild thyme unseen, or the winter lightning
    Or the waterfall, or music heard so deeply
    That it is not heard at all, but you are the music
    While the music lasts.

    live things/shows etc
    1. Rain Room at MoMA – By far one of the coolest installations ever. It was worth the wait to get in, because everything inside is prismatic and cool (temperature-wise, quite welcome in June) and beautiful.
    2. Magritte show at MoMA – I fell in love with Magritte’s clouds when I was visiting MoMA in June for the Rain Room. If you’re into surrealists, I highly recommend this show, esp. as it includes a number of private collection pieces that are stunning to behold with your own eyes.
    3. Book of Mormon – Have you ever laughed so hard that you (basically) black out? I laughed until my sides hurt, I thought I was going to puke, and until my brain shut off because it was just too damn funny. Save up your pennies over the course of six months and see this. It’s worth it.
    4. The Colbert Report on September 5, 2013 – Not only do you get to see Stephen Colbert out of character, you get to feel his energy. He’s an awesome presence on a stage. Plus I was on camera shouting, KILL THESE KITTENS!!!
    5. CitiField – Another great thing about being back in NYC is seeing the Mets play. Hellsyeah.

    web & apps
    Trust me and clicky-clicky:
    1. Texts from Star Trek: The Next Generation
    2. This has to be the angriest customer service call ever
    3. Pretty things: My Modern Met
    4. Moar pretty things: Petapixel

    miscellany
    1. I released a book, which was a massive life accomplishment. It’s the first in a trilogy called Ministers of Grace, and forgive me, but this is my shameless plug for it if you haven’t read it already. You can read all about it here: http://ministersofgrace.com.
    2. I also did some blogging about my time at ———-. Of course, it’s not at all about ———-. Not at all: http://copyclerking.tumblr.com/
    3. I am an addict and I must be put down because I can put down a half-dozen donuts from The Cinnamon Snail and still function normally. Best damn food truck in the world, I tell ya!
    4. At the start of this year, I made the following vow:

    Dear 2013,
    While you’re in charge, I vow to pursue expansion, discipline, and transformation with all the ferocity I can muster. I refuse to be limited by my expectations or perceptions.
    Love, EAB

    It wasn’t always easy, but I made this vow my mission. This has truly been one of the best years of my life, if not the best year so far.

    Here’s looking forward to doing it again in ’14.

  • Nook Format Now Available

    It’s finally here, just in time for the holiday shopping season: Cherubim & Seraphim, the first book in my Ministers of Grace series, is now available for Nook. B&Nners rejoice! Go get it now!

    As for the iBooks version, the submission process apparently involves sending in a number of live tissue samples, so please stand by while that gets resolved. If you’re dying to read it on your iPhone or iPad, I strongly recommend that you download the free Kindle app and read it there.

    ♥ EAB

  • Haikus & Update

    Requiescat in pace: my hard drive died a painful death on October 27, 2013, aka Hellaween, after I’d tried to install OSX Mavericks. It was a sad, sad day, esp. as my life of late hadn’t permitted any manner of document backup since July 26th. I lost a fair amount of work, but I’ve been able to find consolation in the wisdom of the great Vonnegut.

    As a result, I’ve had a hard time getting the chance to work on the e-release of Ministers of Grace in additional formats. I’m hoping to get it up and running on the iBooks store soon, and I’d like for it to be available in other formats as well.

    My writing gears are getting rusty, so I decided to work on a number of haikus yesterday courtesy of the prompts provided by #haikuwordgame on Twitter. I was able to come up with a few of them based on those that were suggested over the last month or so, and here are some of the fruits of that labor.

    honor destroy feeling
    “Alchemist”
    Swear, on your honor,
    that you won’t be feeling the
    need to destroy gold.

    chimney voluntary thirteen
    Thirteen chimneys all
    voluntarily chose to
    burn their bricked selves up.

    goose graceful grimace This ended up being a tanka.
    The transition from
    gosling to goose is rarely
    graceful, mostly it’s
    a grimacing go, getting
    to gander at the good life.

    show curve manipulate
    Show me where the curve—
    manipulation of time—
    comes ‘round this here place.

    torch cricket age
    His dying torch made
    cricketing sounds as it
    aged into ember.

    deep blue welkin
    ‘Welkin’ is a damn
    awful word to describe the
    deep blue bliss of sky.

    wave god airplane
    An airplane adrift
    on a wave in the air can
    make folks pray to god.

    It might seem silly to post a smattering of haikus, but I find that working within the structure that is a haiku—something that finite as well as syllabically and rhythmically regular—forces you to adapt your language. My innate preference is always for prose, so my haikus tend to result in a single 17-syllable sentence like that alliteration? that avoids but doesn’t prohibit fragmentation, but it’s nevertheless a good exercise if you’re feeling rusty and in need of greasing the wheels for 20 minutes.

    Peace out, and watch this space for when I can offer you the holiday treat hopefully? of ebooks available everywhere.

    ♥ EAB

    PS—If you have read Book 1 of Ministers of Grace, please leave me a review on Amazon, Goodreads or Shelfari!

  • Cor[o]net

    Sadly, I’ve nothing new to report. Life is still tremendously getting in the way of everything literary. Keep your ears pricked up, however, for an update on Ministers of Grace within the next month.

    I missed National Poetry Day in the UK. ::siiiiigh:: I’d hoped to have at least one draft of something out by then, but it just didn’t happen.

    Better late than never? Here’s an 11 x 18 poem with the exception of the last line, which is 12, I first drafted a couple of weeks ago when I was sitting by the sea in Gloucester, Massachusetts. Poetry nerds might recognize Gloucester as the location of the Dry Salvages, which is one of the reasons I was excited to get up to Cape Ann. It was a deliciously foggy morning when I threw down these words into my journal. I was still bewitched by the stars from the night before, when I’d walked along Long Beach in Rockport with my beau and had the opportunity to take a long look at the constellation Corona Borealis. The brightest star in that constellation is known by a few names: Alphecca is the most popular and recognizable, although Gemma and Astaroth are acceptable alternatives. I’ve always known it as Alphecca, so when I discovered its other monikers while redrafting it, I was fantastically pleased that esta estrella es una tocaya to my antagonist supreme of Ministers of Grace.

    Might this be…coincidence? Or just an opportunity for me to write in Spanglish?

    OK Enough intro. Read on, kids. ♥ EAB

    Cor[o]net

    I have questions for that wild nest of bright stars
    to the north, that halved flywheel guiding blurry
    seafarers from empire to empire. Up close,
    your Gemmastone is a sister to the sun
    as a clot of steely brilliance behind a
    cloud. Tell me: which music do you sing when the
    anchor drops and that center orb dips into
    the Milky Way? Do you perpetrate the slow,
    steady pedalling of a pocket watch, or
    do you aim for our applause with a flushed out
    flourish as your leitmotif? Your string of spheres
    in chorus, each voice varies so that the tune is
    a half-step higher to my sister than it lilts
    in my own ears, so that he hears the rumble
    of the sea in your harmonies when I can
    detect the sharp, clinging shimmer of the wind.
    Won’t you please live on in both conditions, as
    instrument and adornment, and hold the center?

  • Update & Octaves (beta version)

    Seriously – it’s almost October?

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    It’s been a truly insane month since I last had the chance to post here, and I’m sad to report that not a lot of writing has been going on. I had a reading of my book at the Swift Hibernian Lounge. Here’s a photo of me reading my book from the pulpit in the back room (courtesy of Tony Brescia – thank you!), and I still think all the followers of my work and their pals should read the first installment of my magnum opus and subsequently review it on Amazon, Goodreads or Shelfari.

    It was a year ago this month that I announced the start of my Kickstarter project to publish Book 1 of Ministers of Grace. I’m still amazed that I knew enough generous people to kick the in dosh to make it happen. The donation period ended the day before my 36th birthday, which made for a helluva celebration. And although it’s been almost three months that my book has been available to the world, I regularly want to pinch myself because it still doesn’t seem real.

    As I approach my 37th birthday, I can comfortably declare that the last year of my life has been defined by relentless change. During my various adventures in three states, I maintained a blog during one of the temp gigs I held for a spell, followed by relocating my life back home to New York almost six months ago. The unfortunate consequence of such a major move is that I’ve not been able to devote my full attention to marketing my book in the way that I would have were my life in a more stable situation. Almost every writer I know has a day job, and given that I lack both a stable day job and a place to live (stilllllll) after almost half a year means that there is so little time and headspace available to sit down and write. I’m lucky if I can knock out a poem a month, whereas I’d been accustomed to knocking out 2,500 words a day without so much as breaking a sweat during the (albeit stagnating) tranquility of my life in New Mexico. Right now, I’m deeply grateful that I already have the first drafts of both Books 2 & 3 done, because I find that in lacking extended time periods in which to work, it’s easier to dive into the predictive calculus of redrafting vs. the comet chasing of plotting.

    However, more than anything else, I’m even more grateful that I had so many incredible people who helped me get Book 1 out. The FAQ I’ve encountered most often lately is, “When is Book 2 coming out?” The short answers are, “If I have my druthers, it’ll be late next year. If I don’t, it’ll be a little bit after that.”

    In the meantime, have a first draft of an 8×8 syllabic poem. It’s all I’ve got in the reserve tank.

    Octaves

    Ivory is a conduit,
    permissive of ambient pearls
    curling in a Coriolis
    through the ear and far beyond the
    battlements of memory to
    where all the tunes you’ve ever danced
    to stand at attention, waiting
    for an arrow’s spark to shake your groove.

    ♥ EAB

  • Back to work! (Obstinacy Part 2)

    Last night, for the first time in more than a year, I got back to redrafting Book 2. It’s superexciting. I can’t wait for you all to meet Shakti and Yusufina. They’re two of my favorites.

    Amazing that it happened on the eve of my reading, too. Yessirree, my reading and book launch is TONIGHT at 7 PM at the Swift Hibernian Lounge in NYC. It’s free, and it’ll be fun. See you there!


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    I also mentioned in my last post that “Obstinacy,” the poem I drafted last weekend, would hit a couple more drafts before it was done. Here it is in its latest incarnation.

    Obstinacy

    Will summons shape as a lean Minotaur,
    and it draws itself forward, attentive,
    in a rocking chair at the stony shores
    of platitudes, picking and poking at
    the varnish on the armrests with a meat
    hook, musing how he’ll mount the unworthy
    and their crumbling logics. The tides obey
    the tables – low swells to high, steep curls back
    to deep – and none sails near to challenge the
    strictures, not with such menace keeping watch.

    ♥ EAB

  • News, Reviews & Writing Cues (Obstinacy)

    First of all, I’m elated to announce that I’ve sent out all the Kickstarter rewards, and that means that the Great Self-Publishing Adventure of 2012 all done and dusted. If you were to perform a chemical analysis of my internal composition, you’d discover that I’m at least 67% Gratitude for all the love and support that came my way to get Book 1 of Ministers of Grace out into the world. I still have a thousand more Thank Yous in me for everyone who helped. For those of you who haven’t picked up a copy, you can get yours here.

    Secondly, a number of people who’ve read my book have told me that they liked it. Testimony goes a long way in this world, so when you raise your right hand and swear to tell the truth about what you thought about my book, a respectable number of people will believe you. Therefore I’d like to invite those praising and/or criticizing folks to spread the word by writing a review on Amazon, Goodreads or Shelfari. Extra bonus points to those folks who tell their friends, too.

    Thirdly, I’ve admittedly lapsed in my attention to almost everything in life on account of having moved for the fourth time in four months. Such is life when you relocate from Santa Fe to New York. I’ll be moving at least once more in the next two months. At least. I’m hoping to get back to promoting Book 1 pretty darn soon, as well as working on when I’ll be able to drop the rest of the trilogy on you. The good news is I wrote the first drafts of Books 2 and 3 of Ministers of Grace a couple of years ago, so it really is just a matter of finding the time to redraft the unsightliness of raw plotting into finessed and slick prose. I’m hoping to get back to it over the next month or so, as I’ve already heard a few calls for MOAR.

    Fourth: my book launch and reading is happening this Sunday, August 25th, at 7 pm at the Swift Hibernian Lounge (34 E 4th St, between Bowery and Lafayette). Hope to see you there if you’re kicking around NYC.

    Lastly, in the chaos of moving, I’ve done very little writing, and lately, I’ve felt like the folds of my cerebrum have been unfolding into slackened cords of nothing-doing. That said, I challenged myself to write a poem last night, a 10 x 12 syllabic poem employing the terms rocking chairvarnishtable and draw. This is a first draft, too, so I imagine it’ll morph over time, but hey, at least I wrote something recently…

    “Obstinacy”

    Her will summons shape as a Minotaur,
    and it draws itself forward, attentive,
    in a rocking chair at the stony shores
    of her platitudes. It picks and pokes at
    the uneven varnish of the arm rests
    with a meat hook meant to mount unworthy
    rationales, carving sins as hash marks with
    its jaws snapping at their crumbling logics.
    The tides obey the tables – low swells to
    high, steep curls back to deep – but no one comes
    around to challenge her strictures. No one
    can, not with such menace keeping the watch.

    ♥ EAB

  • August 25: Book Launch & Reading

    Wicked news: I’ve got a book launch and reading coming up this month. It’ll be on Sunday, August 25th at 7:00 pm at Swift Hibernian Lounge (34 E 4th St, New York, NY 10003).

    The event is also a fundraiser for Keren Or, a charity that helps out kids who are blind and multi-disabled in Israel. If you think it sounds like a good cause, it is. So mark your calendar and RSVP here if you’re feeling formal. Then, on August 25th, boogie down to the Swift, hear some excerpts from Ministers of Grace, mingle with me and an assortment of fine company, and drop some cash in the hat for some kids who could really use the support. I’ll also be selling physical books—which I’ll be happy to sign—for a tenner, so if you don’t have your copy yet, I can hook you up.

    Hope to see you and all your NYC pals there! RSVP here on Facebook.

    ♥ EAB

    P.S. Check out this epic action shot of someone who bought a copy. Color me several types of honored to be in such company!

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  • Kindle version of Book 1 now available

    I’m thrilled to announce that as of right now, you can now purchase the Kindle version of Minsters of Grace: Cherubim & Seraphim. Hooray! Additional electronic formats will be available later on this fall, so if you’re an iBooks or Nook or Smashwords junkie, please hold still a bit longer.

    Here are more action shots from excited people who’ve received their trade paperback versions in the mail. Double hooray!

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    One day real soon, I hope, I’ll be able to get back to writing. Keep your eyes here for new work and announcements as they come.

    ♥ EAB

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