2016 Recap: Good Edits and Good Music


This blog celebrates two things I dearly love—music and writing! Cheers to both!

The last half of the year or so has been a long crazy, strange trip. I spent the majority of the summer through fall rewriting and editing and polishing 75% of my novel that I thought was done. SEVENTY-FIVE PERCENT. If that’s not enough to make me wanna go all Sylvia Plath and stick my head in an oven I don’t know what is.

But I buckled the hell up and wrote and fixed and gnashed my teeth and conjured some magic and opened my veins got the fucker where I want it to be. I wrote something completely different, a story 360-degrees-changed from the last version (more to come on this later).

And goddamn if I don’t love it even more.

Aaaaaand just by writing that sentence above I am already saying JULES, YOU FOOL. I’m giving myself KUDOS? I am willfully admitting wistful writer dreams??? I am showing emotion? BACK IN LINE, ROBOT.

I tend to operate of the mindset that if I breathe a word about my novel or give myself positive props I AM DOOMING MYSELF AND MY BOOK TO THE FIERY PITS OF HADES. Instead, I prefer to be a solitary little writer and horde my hopes with Gollum-like selfishness.

No idea why. It’s stupid I know. This has just always been my typical mentality. I cheer others on but when it comes to myself I keep it close. Like the very act of saying something will jinx it. It’s plain fucking dumb. It also always has me thinking of that quote by Golda Meir – “Don’t be humble… you’re not that great.” Oh, Golda, you speak the truth. But I also understand that finishing a novel is a big deal and a happy-dance thing and I should shout it from the train tracks and then STFU about it as I query and slowly die inside. In short, straight-up writer pimpage without blushing is a goal I’m going to try to work on this year.

Exhibit A. I’m sharing the first line from my novel in a cool digital DIY.

*Covers eyes and runs away*


Okay, so now that I’ve rambled enough and bared my soul you’re probably wondering, BUT WHAT ABOUT THE MUSIC, YOU FALSE ADVERTISER, YOU?

SOOOOO…a few months ago I stumbled into this fantastic band Nathaniel Rateliff and the Night Sweats (Thanks, Pandora!) and after binging the album I decided to spend a wine-filled night on YouTube watching their videos. One song in particular stood out to me—”I Need Never Get Old.” The band’s attempt at a perfect take reminded me of the writing process. All the edits and revisions. The stir-crazy mindset. Basically the slow mental breakdown of trying to get everything just. Fucking. Perfect.



Plus, if you haven’t yet heard of this band it’s a chance for me to act all hipster and be like, I knew them before you, neener neener, but I guess I’ll share.

You’re welcome.

P.S. Crank your goddamn volume.



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    Michael Gillan Maxwell

    January 8, 2017 at 10:54 pm

    Way to go Jules! Get after it!

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