I have nothing figured out so far besides the main character, Erin Dugin. I couldn’t tell you why that’s his name, but I kinda like it. Some other details are he’s 31, and living in San Diego. He recently had a book released but it was a total flop. Obviously, he’s frustrated and to make matters worse he was fired from his company because his book sucked. Now he’s a journalist for a local newspaper, hates it, and that’s as far down this cloudy road of writing I have gotten. I don’t know how to create a scene, or dialogue with other people, or how a writer should start anything. But this is what I wrote, and I am trying not to be discouraged.
This is what I have so far:
People who cry in the shower are really fucked up.. I get it though. Sometimes, when I let my mind wander a little too far, I can relate. I pierced my heart and bled soul for 184 pages only to be looking in the mirror at the end of the day a failure. My office still looks the same, I didn’t want any of the stuff anyways. All of the journals and notes fools gold, giving me the courage to still dream. I didn’t listen to the voices around me, but I felt the sincerity and understood that it’s a business.
The stillness of silence was suffocating, and I would do anything to have another human being acknowledge my failure. The headline in the news seemed to repeat, “Tiger Woods beat… to win the… ”. Just once could it be “Erin Dugin’s book Sucks” or “Erin Dugan is a piece of shit, fuck that guy”
The severance package was too generous, the company was never the issue, I take sole responsibility for hemorrhaging fractions of their fantastic streams of gold.
Very much Struggling to Scribble,
James