Psycho by Robert Bloch

Two things influenced my reading of Psycho. First was the fact you can’t live in the world today and not know the key points to the Alfred Hitchcock movie. I’ve only watched the scene where Norman and Mary are talking and the room is full of his taxidermy work for a screenwriting class. But I still knew the story because it is ingrained in pop culture. The second is my reading of American Gothic I did for Non-Horror Reader Survey.

Overall, it the story was weak except for the glimpses we see of Norman’s psychosis. If you were to take the characters out besides him and replaced them with generic male and female characters of the late 1950′s. The story wouldn’t change much. What was interesting was the theme of progress through out the book. Now, I used progress instead of change for a good reason. Change would allow for a character to grow backwards in development. This never happens in the book. All the main characters start at a point and events in the story give them the possibility to grow, to evolve, to progress from there. Not much of that does happen–which is a common thread in the two Bloch novels I’ve read–and for more on that, I suggest taking a look at Chris Shearer’s post.

Starting right at the first chapter, we see Norman’s struggle with progress and stasis. Here he sits in a room that hasn’t changed, trying to improve himself through reading. While many will look at the book being about the Incas as away to introduce the voice of the dead as a foreshadowing of Norman’s mother, it is a book about the past that he relives vividly in his imagination. He is an element of the past and stasis whose influence expands even to the town of Fairvale.

Mary, when she comes in, is in a similar struggle. She is trying to escape the life she’s been in for the last nine years taking care of her family. And all the way up to the point that Norman’s influence starts, she begins to question whether this is the right thing to do. Once she reaches the motel and has dinner with Norman, that is when she decides to go back, to not progress. Because of that decision, Norman has to kill her because of her refusal of progress.

Sam is interesting because he gives the illusion of progression when really, his is just as stuck as Norman. He’s stuck in the back of his father’s shop, listening to classical music, never going out, creating relationships. He, like Norman, exist but don’t live. The only relationship he does have is Mary, but that happened away from Fairvale and never went further. Fairvale itself, is portrayed as never really changing, even with the new highway that came in. As the events of the book unfold, he is the one always urging to stay in place, not to rock the boat, not to be impetuous. The only thing that saved Sam’s life from Norman was that he accepted to progress on to the hotel with Lily. That choice too away the power of stasis that Norman controls. This is also the ultimate let down of the book, because that choice is not followed through at the resolution of the book.

Lily is the polar opposite to Norman as an element of progress. When we first meet here is when Sam mistakes her for Mary. From that kiss to her last scene with Sam, we watch Sam start to progress on to Lily as a relationship. She’s written as anxious and impatient, but curious and wondering. We constantly get her reactions to the small town that runs the same way on yesterday as it did three years ago. While she has knowledge of the past (i.e. naming the classical music and knowing the books on Norman’s selves) she isn’t tethered to them like Sam and Norman. It is only because of Lilly that the story progresses and why Norman is caught. It is also why Lily can end up with Sam, because her life is already to far along compared to him, especially since he ultimately doesn’t keep progressing.

We, as people, have a deep connection to the past. We wouldn’t have the word nostalgia if we were always looking to the future. We wouldn’t have pop culture trends repeat themselves in a cyclical pattern. While the story, on the surface, is lack luster, the theme of progress and the traps of stasis and the past are well-played out and thought-provoking.

Pulled in Different Directions

A great ability of my mind is to have many trains of thought going at once. It helps me solve problems faster and recall ideas easier. Of course I still suck at multi tasking, but multi-thinking I’m an ace. As much of strength it is, it’s a flaw at times too. Usually when each train of thought is a different story that I want to write. This is the usual “writer’s block” I hit. And I have hit it recently.

I was working on the origin story of Nostrildamus, I wrote a scene I had in my head. But it didn’t really lead anywhere. I tried to think up a prophecy to base a story around and all the ones I came up with were silly. Not silly goofy, but the kind that would resurrect Graham Chapman in his Colonel outfit and berate me.

As I was working on that, the plot line for the next origin story was brewing in my head. This is for my space opera idea. Ideas for new cultures and characters and the background has been forming as I try to write Nostrildamus. Two very different stories that really don’t help one another in the creation phase.

In the middle of all that, I heard about an upcoming call for a new anthology. The theme behind it fit with a story I started working on for a tentative chap book offer back in ’09. I wasn’t able to pounce that since it wasn’t long after that my health went down hill fast. I put the two origin stories on hold to try and get back to this, cause it was a Lucin City story and I wanted to get back to that setting, maybe get inspired to go back to my M.A. Thesis, clean it up, and send it out. I wrote three opening scenes till I felt like I got it right. The others just felt generic. But I have the problem of thinking that if I continue this story it’s just going to seem like a Clive Barker imitation. Granted, the idea I had for the chapbook was to write three stories inspired by the three horror writers I love most: Barker, Poe, and Lovecraft. So, now I’m wondering if that was step too far as I really haven’t established my style enough to be able to pull off that task.

Among all of that, I’m still working on Eldritch Thoughts and The Non-Horror Reader Survey. Both take up a good chunk of time during the week. I’m wondering if NHRS is to much to do by myself and if I need to try and find people to help me out with it or just scrap it entirely. I’m sticking with ET as it is doing better than I thought and it does have a growing audience.

I’m even going to start going to only one post a week here just to give myself more time to write fiction. I can do two, but my fiction output lagged severely for the few months I did that.

I just have so many things to do, and I get pulled every which way, but for most of them it’s hard to see the inspiration to pick one over the other. I’ve been out of the publishing game for over a year and a half now, so I have nothing to promote myself with anymore. I’m just a normal, everyday blogger these days to anyone new that comes across the site. I’m just looking for that one thing that will just energize me and drive me to write and get myself back into a roll like I was before the transplant. It has be arduous trying to recover, writing-wise, from that.

Scheduled Nosebleeds

It’s a busy time here. My niece and nephew are visiting for the week. In the small moments of quiet, I’ve been looking more at the iPad as a work platform then just a fun entertainment portal. In fact, this post is being written on it.

I’ve also been trying to get back into reading blogs of fellow writers. One I read was talking about trying to come up with a schedule for writing. Between that and also going through old Livejournal entries when I was working on my M.A. It reminded me at how productive I used to be that I just haven’ been able to get back to since the operation. Well that is all going to change…probably. I mean, that is a big prognostication right there and I nowhere in predictive ability as Harold Camping.

I’ll be setting a goal of at least 250 words a day, starting with Nostrildamus. If I keep up with minimum, the rough draft will be done by the end of September. I hope to have it done sooner than that so I can get to you all ASAP. After that I’ll start working on my sci-fi project. I’m also hoping that this will also lead to the reinvigoration of Scattered Tales: Characters and History of Lucin City.

Now I know some are thinking, “But, do you think LASER technology is the future of space fight?” that is a hard one and I would have to get back on you. The rest are wondering why I settled on 250 words. Well, writing is not the only thing. I’ve got Non-Horror Reader Survey and Eldritch Thoughts to work on. So, it’s a balancing act on all projects. I think I’ve come up with a good schedule and will put it to the test next week.

So let’s see if I can get this ball rolling again.