Peggy Bacon in mid-air backflip, Bondi Beach, Sydney, 6/2/1937 / by Ted Hood

You may have noticed that I’ve been busy blogging since end of June as part of a 100 day project. Yesterday, Dorothee Lang suggested a few questions to reflect upon the process and the result at the 50/100 mark, and I’m only too glad to accept the challenge, since the height of summer finds me in a reflective mood much like one of the confused sexy young men in a Tennessee Williams play:

Paul Newman - publicity 1. From your own work so far, which day is your personal favorite? — My favorite is “Marlowe and me”. This post is blood colored and it is built upon my recent rereading of Raymond Chandler’s The Big Sleep, the first of a series of novels with private detective Philip Marlowe. I became interested in the book again, because I’m currently conceiving of a detective story, and this was part of the birthing process. But I also favor this post, because it reminded me of my much younger self and made me conscious (in a good way) of how far I’ve come in my life path. And existential insights are my favorite pastime.

2. What approach/concept for the 100 days did you have at the start? Did it change, and if so, how? — I participated in the 100 day project 2011 for the first time, and without my planning it, the posts turned into a flash novel (which will be published next year). This year, I am at a very different point of my development as a writer: I have signed two publishing contracts and my inner magnets are constantly being rearranged so that I often feel disoriented (though electrically charged, too). It seems as if I had a lot more certainty last year (but less power, too). The reason is, I suppose, that I’m in transition to another level, both in my he/art and with regard to the reception of my he/art.… This is a long prologue to a short statement: when I began with the hundred day project this year, I only wanted to warm up for my habitual summer writing (a schedule which is somewhat enforced by my being a lecturer) and draw a crowd to my new book. However, I have once again written several original stories, a few reviews, drawings and collages (always great fun and a relief from writing), and a great number of posts about writing, grounding and growing. Since my time is running out before teaching begins again, there’s a chance I won’t reach the end of the project at this posting frequency, but so far I’ve kept up. Also, initially I played my music not on one, but on four different instruments/blogs, which proved too impractical, so for the rest of the project I’m focusing on my main blog.

3. How do you feel about the hundred days of summer so far? — I feel great about it even though I am not sure that I will reach the end of the project at this posting frequency: time is running out before teaching will begin again and I feel a writing rumble in my guts which I need to obey. I feel a little sad that I didn’t get to relate to any of the other postings directly: indirectly however, reading other people’s stories and poems or looking at art and photos does inform my own work in ways that are probably unconscious but that’s actually just right for me. I wish I had more time to comment: Facebook is an o.k. substitute, but it’s a little distanced in a world that’s already defined by distance. Going to your blog directly is more like showing up in front of your door. I prefer it, and I prefer if people leave comments on my blog. I think I’ll go and return some kind calls now…

I’m very glad I’m part of this once again and I relish the fine creative company!

6 thoughts on “halfway

    • Thank you very much! I believe that’s “lack of guile” (what a nice expression) has directly to do with my new habit or other exclusive practice, of dictating everything in my own voice rather than writing it. I am of course (and I haven’t exactly been hiding it) terribly jazzed up about the books, and I have been since they materialized as possibilities first earlier this year. But as time wears on, and I’m sure you know from all experience, books already written recede into the mist where all achievements live and linger half forgotten while the fresh creative attention is demanded by future exploits…

  1. Marcus, you continuously amaze me. How you get so much written, sung, played, drawn, lectured… beyond me. Congratulations on your forthcoming publications–so deserved! Peace…

    • Thank you Linda, I’m sure you know all about the stresses of and the rewards of the twofold or even triple fold burden, since with regard to our set up as creatives we’re not so far from each other. And your own exploits are not too shabby themselves, if I may say so! Of course, the singing falls short of my own expectations (especially because I can’t sing at all)… but as long as there are extra hours in the day…

    • Thank you Susan, I suppose this is one of the most endearing aspects of one’s mind: its infinite vicissitude. It also is of course the source of endless distraction. Writers are lucky in that we may be in danger of getting lost through those doors but we always return with a pretty story, as your blog aptly shows on a daily basis…

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