Hotels & New Shoes
To my right, blaring machine-gun fire erupts on the living room TV and Ryan goes, “Oh, fuck.” In the bedroom, Vin’s laughing two octaves higher than his speaking voice and he’s saying, “Oh my God!” He’s probably watching a motorcycle or car flip end over end while getting shot at. He’s playing Player’s Unknown Battleground and laughing like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever seen.
Me, I’m at a desk pushed against a textured wall separating the mini kitchen with faux granite counter-tops and the cozy, modern living room listening to two Battle Royale games at once while bouncing from one story in Word to the next.
I’ve been working on multiple short stories over the last couple months, and it’s crazy how difficult it is. It’s almost like songwriting in that some take a few hours to finish, while others take days or weeks. I’ve heard that short fiction is the hardest to write because it’s so difficult to tell a full story arc in a limited amount of pages. I didn’t understand that when I first read it, but now I’m a believer. I think in a novel-length story you have all the time in the world to mosey your way from point A to point B, and that would be so much easier. Then again, I have a story that arcs in less than 1200 words. So, who knows. I do, however find it way harder to actually write the story than to come up with ideas. I seriously have a billion ideas written down, it’s just a matter of putting pen to paper, so to speak. More often than not, I feel like I see it as the other way around. Which is good. I think?
I was explaining a new story I was working on today to Jaime and she said, “You better do something with your writing.” And it always throws me off when she’s serious like that because we’re never serious together. I know it means something to her when she’s like that, and that means something to me. It’s cool to have a person 100% behind you on something you’re passionate about. Even if she does think some of my ideas are weird as fuck, even by her standards. And believe me, we are weird together. So that’s saying something.
It’s been hard for me to write these updates because we’re always in hotels on days off and everyone’s usually always playing video games and there’s only so many ways I can describe a god damn Hilton or La Quinta hotel room. Plus, as much as tour is different every day, it’s very much the same. It’s like being stuck on one specific video game level, but every time you have to play it, the scenery slightly changes, but the objective is exactly the same. But I think that it’s important that I keep up, only because it helps me to write. And, you know, practice makes perfect. That whole cliche and stuff.
The one highlight of the day is new shoes. They’re Vans, so they’re definitely not as comfortable as my Adidas, but they were only $60, so I guess that’s something. I’m sure they’ll break in.
Anyway, I need to get back to story time. Just wanted to update so people don’t think I forgot about this.
Until next time.