From January 23, 2012 Such an enigma to me, is the creative process. First there's nothing, only pieces, and before you know it there's something there. As I'm sure you're aware of by now, I'm working on my third novel and what you might not be aware of is the bout of writer's block I've been experiencing of late. Frustrated, I felt like giving up and just...I don't know. Doing something else, I guess. But then last week, I was laying in bed; not going to sleep, even though
PART 1 From December 24, 2011 Trepidation filled me the moment I climbed into that cab at 7 in the morning last Thursday. So far, I had no immediate need to feel nervous, just tired, but I guess it's natural to feel some sort of aversion to time with family. (Not that I wasn't excited to see them, just a little nervous? I guess?) I don't visit them often. In fact, I hadn't seen my mom since August of 2010. In spite of that pang in my gut, my travels were off to a good start.
From November 8, 2011 So, after careful reflection (and one concert later), I realized that I was quite brief regarding music that inspires me. Imogen Heap is a great example of someone who's creativity and art inspire me to my fullest potential, but I must say that there are others out there. Okay, I'll be honest. This post is going to be me bragging and gushing over a concert that I saw last night in Detroit. In my defense (because I need defense?), Rachael Yamagata is a ly
From November 4, 2011 If you've ever been around me enough, you'll know that I'm a big music fan and that many types of music inspire me. Unfortunately, I have this thing where I can't write while listening to music with lyrics. I've tried so many times, but since the lyrics are my favorite part about most songs, I find myself listening to them instead of focusing on the writing itself. So how did I get around this predicament? Enter Imogen Heap, a singer/songwriter out of t
From August 24, 2011 It would be awesome to say that writing is all flowing energy with fairies and bunnies whispering inspiration and muse into my ear in melodic chants of enlightenment and success, but that might be taking it a little too far. The truth is this post's revelation that, although it is my most favorite past time,...
Writing is Hard!
Okay, so I'm not bringing this up to inspire sympathy or pity from you (oh, you poor, poor writer! Quick someone put it down
From August 6, 2011 I stated in my last post that I've archived my project "The Last Day" and am now devoted to working on what will become the third novel in the Eyes in Atlantis series (still need a name for it). After much brainstorming and even a little writing, I feel that I've made the right choice.
So, three things have happened since this switch in focus. 1) I've written the first chapter, which turned out great! 2) I decided to scrap said first chapter due to my r
From July 27, 2011 There's nothing better than a continuous flow of pure creativity. I was once told that when an artist creates, its a sort of meditation, meaning that the artist him(her)self has little to do with process. He/she lets go of the effort involved and completely surrenders to what's being born. I felt this surrender today.
Two posts ago, I mentioned that I am struggling on whether to abandon my project "The Last Day" in order to focus on what will become the
From July 20, 2011 I'm at a crossroads of sorts. Do I turn left and head to where I thought I was going, or turn right and see what might become of something else. Vague, I know, and will now explain. After completing the first four chapters of The Last Day, I feel compelled to abandon the project. There are several reasons for this.
1) Writer's Block: it's a bitch, really. I have the beginning and I know the end, but how to get there? Sounds philosophical, don't it? This
From June 21, 2011 With the release of Eyes in Atlantis, I've encountered a lot of responses to me being a writer, like "You wrote a book?" or "I can't believe you actually wrote a book!" or "I don't have the patience to write a book." or "Where do you find the time?" or "How did you do it?" Well, I wish the answer was simple and easy, but it's not. So, here I start a series where I share with you some of my magical (albeit not magical) secrets about being a writer.
From June 12, 2011 So I'm at a Starbucks again. Actually, I'm at a Starbucks in Gas City, Indiana charging my cell phone because I forgot to do so before I left the little retreat I was on. Regardless, I have my Chai Latte and life is good.
I've been in remission lately, so I took a couple of days and went off the radar at my friend's house in the middle of Indiana. The energy it took to release Eyes in Atlantis took more out of me than I had anticipated. A little bit of s
From April 11, 2011 I've had a lot of questions lately about why I have decided to exclusively publish Eyes in Atlantis in eBook format. Well, among many, a key reason is that eBooks are the future of literary publishing. Here's an analogy that makes the future of eBooks clear (to me at least).
About eight years ago, I was an avid listener of CDs. I had a walkman with anti-skip and I would make mix-CDs regularly with my favorite songs on them. I was not attracted to the who
From March 3, 2011 From the very beginning of my adventure with Eyes in Atlantis (which is going on seven years), it has been quite the solo project. For the longest time, I didn't even share any details about it. Everyone just knew that I was "writing a book." I really don't know why I was so secretive about the project. Was I trying to protect it? Was I trying to protect myself? Probably a little bit of both. Seven years ago, I was not that confident in my craft. Granted,
PART 1 From February 7, 2011 I have received more inspiration in the last two weeks than I have in the last year. I return from Costa Rica with my pen full of ink and an open mind and heart. The following is the first part of a blog on inspiration that I wrote for you on January 31, 2011 whilst living deep in the jungle mountains of Costa Rica on a yoga retreat. It's Monday, my fourth full day in Costa Rica. The moment I got off of the plane, I sensed the energy of the land.
From January 18, 2011 There's nothing I love more than a good epiphany. As I writer, I've actually acquired an unhealthy dependency on them that I nurture whenever possible. No, really.
I've recently discovered the website Stumbleupon.com. If you've never been, I warn you, it will consume your life and your soul. The other night I spent two whole hours there. I didn't even get up to go to the bathroom. But the site is not without its victories. That night I was made aware
From December 9, 2010 Hi everyone!
I've been flying under the radar writing-wise for the past few weeks and it looks like it might be a couple more before I start cracking down. There are a couple of reasons for this, and I'll start with the most superficial one and work my way over the more-true reason.
As rehearsed and cliche as it may seem, I've really just been too busy to sit down and put two thoughts together into a story or a poem. Even rants are few and far betwe
From November 1, 2010 As you know, I have been re-re-reediting my first novel Eyes in Atlantis for reasons that I cannot yet disclose. But what I can tell you is that I am ever so nearly finished with it, which truly reinvigorates me to complete the project (again). This brings me to the point of this particular post. I know many artists in my daily life who, just like me, take on projects and work diligently at their art like its a second (or third) job. Also, like me, they
From September 14, 2010 Okay, this might be more of rant than anything else. Here we go.
So, this week is very busy for me with my full-time/non-writing job (hey, I've got to pay bills somehow) and there are certain things that I need to do in order for me to survive with my sanity. Like sleep.
Last night I was lying bed, trying desperately to bribe the sandman to put me under ("I know where you can get more sand. I'll tell you if you help me."). Too bad he knew that he c
From August 19, 2010 Hello world,
My name is Gerald M. Givens (or Jerry). I am many things in this life, but here I am simply a writer.
Who am I to write? Well, I have been writing creatively in some capacity since I was 8 years old, when I wrote my first 'book' based around the life of three roommates: a mouse, a cat, and a dog. When I get down on myself about writing, I read over my early creations and remember that this is what I am here for.
When I was a junior in h