So Long, And Thanks For All The Quiche
I want to jump in on the goodbye blog bandwagon. If TPM Cafe returns to at least a semblance of its original framework, I will be here with bells on. Until then, I don't plan on finding a different home. My plan is to go ahead and create my own home, with its own curious architecture, plumbing and interior design.
In 2004, I completed my first novel. Since then, I have lost my electronic copies and now only have one hard copy in my possession, along with the ISBN number proving my copywright. I have spent the last few months typing the whole work back in, revising and editing the work as I go along. This has been an acutely painful process. I should be completely done with this drafting process by the end of this month.
Which leads to my new home.
I plan on purchasing a domain name and making "Maximum Technology" the centerpiece of the site. I will also publish my other written works, entirely for free. I will pimp a PayPal button for those who wish to contribute, but given these times and my own relative economic well-being as part of the military industrial complex, it isn't my intent to make a profit. My intent is to make any readers guinea pigs.
Allow me to explain.
The novel itself is only somewhat linear, and that linearity isn't crucial to the story. I've decided to slice apart the novel into a series of vignettes, nearly a thousand of them, and interconnect them via keyword hyperlinks. The next page function would put you in a random spot, so the only way to even attempt to read the story from "cover to cover" would be to try and piece it together based on the hyperlinks. There will also be photos and my own illustrations to accompany the work.
I've given myself a deadline of the Spring of 2011 to get the site up and running. I may open the site for traffic before then for my poetry, essays, rants, and plays. The heart of the site, however, will be the novel. The internet is an ideal environment to make real the structural concepts brought forward by writers like Burroughs, Borges, Woolfe, Joyce, and Faulkner among others. As long as the novels had to be packaged with a first page and last page between the binding, there was way to make (for example) Joyce's conceit about Finnegan's Wake be an authentic mode of reading. In this manner, my goal is to make my novel more like a scuplture, where I as the author have a relationship with the reader that is informal. The reader can choose more or less where to begin and how to explore the work, and will most likely at first give up unless I am able to sufficiently intrigue the reader by sheer craftmanship of the writing itself.
For those few of you that were curious about where I am going, I hope this answers your question. I may occasionally post at Dagblog, and I have a commenting home at Rump Roast, the meatiest blog on the internets. These writings will be few and far between as I spend more time in my workshop, trying (and probably failing) to introduce something novel into the novel. I know that the hyperlink novel has been discussed and probably explored elsewhere. There is nothing new under the sun. But I do intend to make the experience unique through my own personal imprint based upon Western and Eastern occult concepts of interconnectedness.
To those of you whom I am fond of and may likewise be fond of me, I am glad and grateful that our frequencies were of sufficient sympathy to make our relationship of supplementary colors. To those of you with whom I have quarreled (nearly always at my instigation and fault), I am equally glad and grateful that our antipathies and resentments were such that our relationship was complementary. And to everyone else in the inner and outer spheres of our inharmoniously beautiful community, I send you my love and gratitude for existing now during these most strange and uncertain times.











