A Tuesday Afternoon “Sunday Morning” Update

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This post is a few days late. Sure enough, I broke my posting streak after only five days. I’m not too concerned or upset, though. This weekend was very busy, with a host of family events and my online classes in full swing. Only 10 weeks until I’m done with college! That is more exciting to me than anything else in my life right now. I enjoyed college, but the urge to move forward with my life and build something fo myself has grown too strong to sit around posting to discussion boards for 6 hours a day. This blog is hopefully a manageable first step in a writing career.

Even though I haven’t had time to sit and type up blog posts for a few days, my head is buzzing with ideas I can’t wait to get up. My first bit of longer fiction is going far better than I dared hope as well. I plan on posting a small fiction “snapshot” tonight and another article tomorrow. These “snapshots” will most likely be around 500 words and explore a small story idea to see if it’s worth putting into a longer story.

To those of you messaging me and offering such positive, motivational feedback, thank you! The blog has already been a tremendous motivator for my writing and you are the cherry on top.

An update from the first step of the staircase

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WOW. Two big posts down. I have more than met my word requirements goals for the first two days, but the regularity is still something that intimidates me. I never thought having a blog would encourage me to write so much. I have around 1,200 words down on my first big story – already exceeding my goal for something due more than a week out. I can comfortably say the writing portion of the blog is going well.

The blogging portion, however, is much harder than I expected. I realized that I didn’t remember nearly as much CSS as I thought I would, so here I am stuck using the basic themes, formats, and tools of WordPress – which aren’t bad by any means, but I can’t wait to get up to speed and make my site and posts really sparkle. Time to get back on Youtube and re-earn my unofficial web design certification.

In other news, I finished most of the short stories from Steven King’s Different Seasons, and I think I finally understand what it means to be a horror fan. In his stories, things are mostly okay until something is just a little bit too off, but that something can be grisly and terrifying, and it definitely won’t make enough sense to brush off. You’ll be shifting uncomfortably while rehashing the story in your head for at least a few days after you finish. I highly recommend “The Breathing Method”.

I’m also wanting to go on a little self-improvement kick as I start this blog off; I’m thinking of reading Meditations by Marcus Aurelius. Let me know if you have any recommendations for similar books.

I hope to publish some actual story writing of mine in the next few days and I’m excited to get some feedback. Thank you to all who have tuned in so far, I hope to keep seeing your faces (gravatars?)! And happy Friday.

The persistence of the hero

We often look for media that is grounded and “relatable”, glossing over the millennia of personal drama present in our founding stories, and the way our existence prepares us to believe, relate to, and enjoy them.

Hercules might’ve been strong, but that didn’t stop the gods from ruining his day.

It’s easy to dismiss the fantastic. Especially in the era of information, poor-quality media surrounds and drowns us. The rise of fan fiction, the heaps of second-rate fantasy authors flooding the market, and the omnipresence of the Marvel blockbuster seems like it should be a great source of fatigue. Why, then, do we continue to eat this shit up? The answer is twofold. Firstly, the myths that modern pulp derives from are far more “relatable” than anyone wants to give them credit for, and secondly, modern popular and genre entertainment, from sci-fi to fantasy to comic books (and their movies), is simply the latest iteration of the same few stories being adapted and rehashed, ad nauseam.

Think for a moment about Hercules. Sure, he’s the son of Zeus, god of thunder. Your dad isn’t. But he probably thinks he is, and has acted like the dickhead Zeus we know from the myths at one point or another. Hercules is in your spot. His dad is an ass. Sure, he’s super strong. Insanely strong. He held the sky up for a spell. But Herc lives in a world of gods. The tasks he undertakes can’t be solved by strength alone. He has to use his wits. In that way, he’s the classic underdog, the shrimpy kid on the playground who has to pit the bullies against each other and hope he doesn’t get caught in the crossfire.

You know when life deals you a shit hand? Well Herc was playing at a table with a deck of twos and threes. Zeus’s wife, Hera, tried to kill him repeatedly from the moment he was born, and when he beat the odds and grew up, got married, and had kids, she couldn’t stand it, so she drove him mad and had him kill his family. Now stricken with grief, the gods sentence him to the famous Twelve Labors to atone for Hera’s crime. So Hercules, the underdog, still gets crushed underfoot, even though technically, he’s the best of us. Doesn’t that make you feel a little bit better about where you’re at knowing a demi-god had to basically earn a Medal of Honor, then win every major sports championship, and earn a Nobel Prize in every category just to break even? We aren’t just bugs getting smashed by metaphysical toddlers on a playground, we’re a bunches of Herc‘s.

Now tell me that Hercules isn’t still around. He was actually in a pretty recent movie. He went by Steve Rodgers in it, but I’m pretty sure that was our boy Herc. Think about it. Steve is the underdog. He’s the literal shrimpy kid on the playground. So he’s strong for a slightly different reason. Oh well. He does the hero thing, and fights for his country in World War II, eventually making the ultimate sacrifice. Well guess what? That’s not enough, because just like in Ancient Greece, life likes to throw curveballs at the undeserving.

Steve wakes up in a modern world he doesn’t recognize or particularly like. Everyone needs something from him, and he isn’t really allowed to say no. He must fight the good fight, often for people he doesn’t particularly agree with, like Nick Fury in The Winter Soldier, or Tony Stark in any film, because those people, the powers that be, won’t let him rest until there are no more bad guys, according to their definitions. And all he wants is to rest.

There’s a recipe to all this, you see. The strong man can’t get by on just his strengths. This is a tale that’s been rehashed more times than can be counted, and every new iteration adds another version to the canon that we are all raised to know. Steve Rodgers didn’t come straight out of Hercules, and Hercules wasn’t even the first. Before him, there was Gilgamesh, who had to learn to be a wise king and not just a mighty warrior. Steve Rodgers isn’t even the first American version of the tale. Remember all of the weird feats attributed to George Washington and Abraham Lincoln? What about John Henry, the strongest, fastest steel-driver ever to work for the railroad? He had to work faster than the damn steel-driving machine just so the company would leave him alone and allow him to collect his paycheck. We’ve been through this cul-de-sac many times, and we will return to it many more.