Spring

I don’t know about you, but sometimes I read something so good I have to reread it until it sinks into my brain, melts into my blood and pumps through my veins. See the problem is, I started reading a book where every paragraph is like this. So every new sentence I have to start over. Every word melts my skin and turns my brain to mush.

“The wrong move will split my skin down the center of my body. It will fall away in sheets like brittle, peeling paint. My eyes scrape their sockets and I hear sounds like a shrieking chalkboard when I blink. I lie motionless, but feel motion sick.

“A sting to my inner thigh. I fling the sheets away and jump to my feet.The room spins. I think it’s in my head, then I think not. I close my eyes and it’s worse. Faster, faster. Ground impact will blow out the windows, collapse the ceiling and scatter my shattered bones and furniture like God flinging a handful of dice.”

I mean, my God. Seriously. If you’re interested, the book is Dermaphoria by Craig Clevenger. The dude is a wordsmith, it’s unbelievable.

In other news, my "big project" is done. Everything’s in it’s respective place. Just waiting on any last minute changes before it can be finalized.

As some of you may know, we began working on a new Motionless record since we’ve been home. I’ve been splitting my time in half— half the day I work on writing words, the other half dedicated to music. It’s been an amazing shift in how I feel doing both. There’s never a time where I feel burned out or stressed on either side and I get so much done.

Over the last month I’ve been outlining for a novel. I began writing bits and pieces. Still trying to fill holes and figure out how to tell the story in the best way, but I’m excited and I think it holds promise. Every time I’ve tried to do this in the past, the outlining phase is the thing I could never finish. I'm already further along than I've ever been, so we’ll see how it works itself out.

Spring is here, which means bugs. Armored flying things with oil-slicked shells and small wriggly crawley things with more than ten legs. And spiders. Lots of spiders. It doesn’t help that I live out in the sticks. You see so much more of everything with less people around. I'll take that tradeoff, I think.

That’s it for now. Expect something cool in the next few days. Hopefully I can finally post about this secret thing I’ve been working on, which really isn’t so secret if you've been paying attention. Thanks, everyone. Until next time.

Ricky OlsonComment