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Blog Tour 2014 – The Writing Process

1.  What am I working on at the moment?
I have been working on further revisions to my novel The Opera.  I had completed revisions last Summer and have sporadically been submitting to agents.  However, it’s been an enormous challenge to find agents whose interests seem relevant to the storyline.  No one seems to be looking for the sort of novel I wrote.  It’s also been difficult for me to identify the genre of the novel.  I struggle with query writing as it is, and this novel feels impossible for me to describe and properly represent within the brief context of a query.  As a result of these obstacles, I’ve decided to further revise.  Now that I’m more familiar with publishing industry, I hope to strengthen my themes and be able to effectively define the storyline.  It may seem strange that I can’t categorize my own book, but it just doesn’t quite fit into the scope of what is being sought by agents, nor is it classifiable enough to label.  I don’t think it falls under any specific genre.
2.  How does my work differ from others of its genre?
I have been submitting the novel as literary/commercial fiction, however when I have researched the definitions of these categories, there are elements that my novel either has or lacks which defies these types of fiction.  I write realistic fiction, realism, which tends to be dramatic, often brutal.  Dennis Lehane is the only author whose works I can think of to compare my genre to, not that my talent is comparable to his.  In terms of my own writing, the best example is my novel Amon-Re which I’ve been posting here on this blog.  If anyone can think of a genre for that, enlighten me.  I think literary and commercial fiction are both too broad and too restricting.  The Opera has similar elements to Amon-Re.  My stories tend to be character driven and include themes of substance abuse, street life, homelessness, and childhood sexual abuse.  I like plots and scenarios to be realistic and I sometimes present lifestyles and experiences that are not necessarily reflective of societal norms.  Often the realities focus on worlds within a darker side of life that many people are never touched by in their own lives.  Despite this fact, I try to make the protagonists identifiable in order for readers to comprehend and empathize with their motivations.  I have a strong leaning towards psychology, so I try to ensure my characters remain true to their individual natures and that their choices make sense.  I also enjoy establishing a philosophical and introspective narrative.
3.  Why do I write what I do?
I’ve always had a leaning toward dark themes, even as a child.  I used to want a puppy when I was a kid, which isn’t unusual, yet I used to imagine that I would come across an abused puppy that I would adopt.  Of course, I didn’t want any puppy to suffer, rather I was aware that there were animals out there that were abused, and in my own child mind, my imagination enabled me to end the abuse and rescue the puppy. I think I’ve always been fascinated and disturbed by the potential cruelty in people.  I couldn’t comprehend it at a young age, but I wanted to.  I never did come to understand why some people can be so cruel, however this need for explanation led me towards looking at things from a psychological perspective.  I hadn’t yet learned anything about Freud before I figured out that some behavior is the result of opposing circumstance.  In other words, I recognized that people exposed to cruelty could themselves become cruel.  I write from this standpoint, that victims can become victimizers, but they can often become survivors.  My characters are the survivors, whether or not they survive in the end, and they are never intentionally cruel.  They often think and feel very much the way I do.  I also incorporate a lot of my own experiences in my stories, whether they are based on observation or immersion.
4.  How does my writing process work?
I tend to begin with the character.  My protagonists are always male.  The personality comes first, then the physical features develop in order to solidify an image.  Along with the personality comes the nature of this person.  Then I determine a history.  Once the character is established, I begin to imagine various scenarios the person experiences, or people he can encounter.  These imaginations recur and alter and shape in my head, incorporating the history, and then the story is ready to be documented.  One thing I’ve learned through revising The Opera and especially now that I am posting Amon-Re, is that my best work comes from getting out everything, including it all, and being superfluous, then whittling it down.  I used to think it was all important and all good, but I’ve only just recently learned that it’s not.  I think it’s extremely useful, however, to put the extra stuff in at first.  It’s amazing how a few pages can be transformed into a sentence or a paragraph.  It may seem frivolous, but for me I find that it makes a story whole.  There are subtleties and curiosities and unspoken things in real life.  Not everything is explained.  Some things are only hinted at or alluded to.  I think it helps to make a story rich.  The key is to not become so attached to the extra stuff that you can’t let it go because that can sacrifice the integrity of the story.
I was invited to participate in The Writing Process Blog Tour by James Courtney and Kaisy Wilkerson-Mills at  Their blog tour post:
The tour will continue with  and who will post on May 5th.
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“The Journal of Wall Grimm” 171: Emma’s Birthday part II & the Premature Boom

March 22, 2014

Ok, back to describing how Emma’s birthday ended.

Emma and I helped her parents clean up.  After, the four of us talked for about an hour, but as Emma and I branched off into our own conversation, her parents got ready and went to bed.

We talked for a while, mostly about old times, about some funny things that happened.  Eventually she asked me about the present I had for her which I left in the car.  I said I’d go out for a smoke, get the present and come back in.  I was reflecting on the entire evening, assessing myself, which it’s not typical of me, except around Emma these days.  I couldn’t think of anything I said or did that made me cringe or want to leave.  That was good.  Then I determined that, not only did I not make a fool of myself or come off like sniveling whining pining idiot, but I was also pretty cool.  Yeah, I was cool.  I felt good about the level of coolness I projected.  With the confidence, stature, and stride of a lion, I walked across the deck to go to my car.  Then I fell down the deck stairs.  I literally tripped over my own feet, flew in the air, rolled down the stairs, and landed on my face.  As I landed Emma was at the door.  “I’m ok” said I, full of shit, as I inspected my position to be sure my leg wasn’t bent up and twisted beneath itself.

“Are you sure?”  She laughed.  “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to laugh, are you ok?”

“Yep.  I’ll be in, in a minute.”

I collected the pieces of my body and the fragments of my pride and got the present from the car.

We sat on the couch as she held it.  She said, “It’s so big.”

“Thank you.”  I responded smugly, beyond my control, because I’m often driven by innuendo.

She laughed again, “Grimm.”  That’s all she said then.

She opened the gift and seemed to be almost brought to tears.  “Our picnic basket!”

When we hung out through high school, she loved to go on picnics.  My mom had an authentic looking picnic basket which she gave us to use.  Emma’s kind of an old fashioned romantic.  I can see her living in the Victorian age, kind of like Elizabeth in Pride and Prejudice.  Very independent, unique from all the other women of the time, smart and self educated from reading lots of books, willing to get some color in her face from walking outside.  I read the book in an English Literature class when I was enrolled in college the first time and the character reminded me of Emma.  I think Jane Austen wrote Emma too, but I never read that one.  Jane Austen kind of described what society imposed upon women as Dickens described the same about urchins and the poor.

Anyway, she opened the basket and inside I included a few things.  I had to explain them.  I said the picnic basket was for outside dining.  There were a couple candles and candle holders for inside dining, and a bottle of her favorite perfume, “Tabu” for dinner at a restaurant.  She loved the gift and said it was sweet and thoughtful.  But then she said, “no card?”  I told her there was no way I could fit everything I wanted to say and everything she deserved to hear within the confines of a gift card.  And I also couldn’t find the right card to express everything on its own in only a few words.

She said, “so you were at the store looking through all the cards to find the right one?”


“That’s sweet.”

She kept telling me how sweet I am.  So sweet, I got a little harder each time she said it.  That’s how sweet I am.

We sat quietly as she looked at the basket and I said, “well, I should go.”

“No, don’t go.”


She kissed me.  It was quick, but enough to get me going.  I kissed her back and didn’t stop.  We were kissing, and I lost the control I wanted to maintain.  I leaned over her and began rubbing my hands all over her body.  She put her hands up the back of my shirt.  I began to take off her shirt and she responded by taking off mine.  I put my face between her breasts and started kissing them.  With one hand I undid her pants and put my hand in her panties.  I propped up a little on my knees, we were on the couch, and I took her hand and put it on my dick over my pants, rubbing her hand there.  I let go when she was doing it on her own.  Her bra came off.  I was sucking her breasts and began to finger her.  And she was enjoying it, I watched her face whenever I could.  I was so turned on, I couldn’t believe this was happening.  She undid my pants, pushed the front of my underwear down and began to rub my dick that way.  It was too much for me.  This was Emma.  I freakin’ came right then and there.  All over both of us.  That kind of thing never happens to me.  She said “aw Grimm” like she felt bad for me, so I just kept fingering her, determined to make her cum too.  I tried to go down on her, but she didn’t let me.  So I was fingering her and it seemed she was about to orgasm when her father appeared.

We stopped, scrambled to cover ourselves, but he didn’t come in the room, he just swaggered by in his underwear towards the bathroom.  He urinated with the door open and it was really loud.  Emma and I tried not to laugh but the amusement of it kind of eased the situation.  After he silently moseyed off to bed, she got a hand towel so we could clean ourselves up from my cum and we got dressed.

I told her I was sorry, I didn’t want that to happen.  She laughed and said, “no guy does.”  And I know she was talking about how I came so quickly.  “Wise ass,” I said.

Then she said, “you know Grimm, I’m a virgin.”

I was dumfounded, but I thought about it.  She never really had any kind of long term boyfriend, only dates here and there.  Anyone she referred to as a boyfriend wasn’t around for more than a month or two.  They all were obsessed with her, and somehow stayed friends with her, like me, just to have her in some way.

I got the balls to ask, “if your dad didn’t get up, would we have had sex?”

“I don’t know…probably not.  Although, I guess my first time should be with someone who loves me as much as you do.”

I told her that’s a good idea.  And she should wait until she’s married at this point.  She just turned twenty-five, that’s rare.  Anyway, we didn’t talk much more after I got myself together to leave.  She said, “thanks for coming” and I responded with, “I couldn’t help it.”

She laughed, shoved me, and shook her head, “Grimm.”

As I was out the door, she gave me a kiss on the cheek.  I said, “thanks for inviting me” and I left.

Now I’m confused.  Too confused to even write why I’m confused.  All I can say is that I memorized the smell of her on my finger, and since that night, Emma has been on my mind a lot, particularly when I’m jerking off.

The only thing I can think is that she’s scared.  She doesn’t want the first time to be with someone that she feels the pressure of being “good” with, or however girls view that.  But she wants to be loved and respected the first time, so not just anyone could do the job.  She’s going off to Spain, and I think she wants experience before she gets there, maybe?  Using me, sounds like.  But in a nice way, I guess.  The accuracy of my psychicisms is difficult to ascertain when I’m trying to figure out Emma, since I’m too closely involved in what I’m trying to psychify, to get an objective perception.

All right, theme song, Flight of the Conchords again.  I like the line in this song, “she’s so hot she’s making me sexist.  bitch.”  It’s called, “Boom”.


previous Grimm 170: Emma’s Birthday & Striving Grimm el Chico Tranquilo

next Grimm 172: Scat, Fork, Douchebag, & Dada

For a chronological list of links to all the journal entries, refer to the Journal Entries Index Page

For posts that aren’t journal entries, feel free to explore the Categories in the left side bar or the other pages above, including the Character Directories which list the posts each character is mentioned in.

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“The Journal of Wall Grimm” 166: The Actors, the Disney Princess, the Egyptian God, & Uncle Dan

March 3, 2014


Today I want to talk about five people specifically:  Bogart, Snow White, my Character Amon-Re, Gary Oldman, and Uncle Dan.

BOGART:  I went to see Bogart on Saturday and he hasn’t changed much apart from being less manic, which I guess is the point of the electroconvulsive therapy.  Still no idea when he’s getting out, and though I’d like to see him and I originally wanted him to move in with me, I’m not sure if that’s even possible.  I take him as the kind of person who can’t be left alone to his own devices.  This guy would get in trouble.  And he has no qualms about sexually assaulting people, or being randomly violent or aggressive.  When I first got there I didn’t see him, he wasn’t in the common room yet, but he came up behind me and grabbed my balls and squeezed, which was agonizing and I had to repeatedly ask him to let go, through the pain and trying not to beg or be at his mercy.  Normally, I’d have punched him in the fucking face for that, but with Bogart, I’m trying not to encourage violence, since it’s too much of a game to him.  When we were eventually sitting down and talking, a girl walked by and he just grabbed her, pulled her on his lap, and started groping her all over.  He even tried to put his hands down her pants.  She was struggling so I stood up and freed her from him.  She was upset and he was just laughing.  He finds amusement in everything inappropriate.  It’s like he doesn’t have the area in his brain that allows him to understand right and wrong or to acknowledge when he hurts someone.  Everything’s a big joke.  So I freed this girl and she wrapped her arms around me, starting kissing my neck and telling me she loves me.  Bogart was telling me I should fuck her.  He’s so clueless at times.  Anyway, it was impossible to get rid of her so the visit was cut short.  I’m not sure if I can have Bogart living with me while I’m going to school, working, or living with Howard.  I’ll have to rethink this.  He’ll probably sexually assault all my girl friends.  A couple of them though, I don’t think they’d mind since he has that cockney accent and I’ll admit he’s an attractive guy.  Also, he is pretty funny most of the time.  But still.  I was in a different place when I was there with him, I’m in a new phase of life now.

SNOW WHITE:  Speaking of sex, I heard from Snow White.  It’s been a long time.  She said she’s coming up to Boston this Summer and wants to get together.  That’d be great, she’s sweet.  But I had vowed to myself not to fuck her, since she is so sweet and virginesque, she’s a really nice girl.  It’s a challenge being around girls when there’s no chance to fuck them.  There are the girls, like Snow White, that you decide you shouldn’t fuck for moralistic reasons, and then the entire time you’re with them, your mind is saying, “fuck her, just fuck her, fuck her, you know you want to fuck her, just do it, fuck her, fuck her now”.  Then there are the girls who made it clear they don’t want to, and your mind says, “try to fuck her, change her mind, you need to fuck her, you have to try, try and fuck her”.  Then there are the girls that you shouldn’t even think of in that way like your friend’s girlfriends, your girlfriend’s friends, other guy’s wives, and your mind says, “you can fuck her, go on and do it, nobody needs to know, just fuck her”.  Then there are lesbians, and your mind just says more of the same shit.  Lastly, there are the girls you don’t even want to fuck because they kind of turn you off, but your mind tells you to “fuck her anyway”.  Well, I guess it isn’t the mind, it’s the second mind that resides in the crotch.  Anyway, she’ll come up to visit and this is what will be going on internally for me.  Sorry, but it’s true.  That’s just the way it is.  And on top of all that, you have to pay attention to what the girls are saying and pretend like this shit isn’t going on inside.  Should it be taken as an insult or a compliment?  Well, best to take it as a compliment and leave it at that.  It’s not that profound of a thing and doesn’t need further analysis.

AMON-RE:  I’m liking my novel so far.  It’s kind of therapeutic.  He’s kind of a more fucked up version of me.  So, it makes me feel better about myself that I’m not that fucked up, and it also makes me feel proud to be creating this whole world.  What’s interesting is that he is with me everywhere.  My mind is circulating with events and experiences that he could have and I’ve imagined things that happened in his past that I haven’t written yet.  It’s like he’s a real person.  It’s pretty intense.  I don’t even know how I’m going to end his story yet, but I’m liking the process so much, maybe I’ll just keep writing until it ends itself.  I guess it needs an end though.

GARY OLDMAN:  I haven’t done a Gary Oldmanism in a long time, or mentioned him in a while, so this is just gratuitous.  Hi Gary Oldman.  Hey man, how’s it going?

UNCLE DAN:  Uncle Dan is my mother’s brother.  His name is Dangelo, but he’s called Dan.  Now, being Italian, you get the whole greaseball insult thing and kind of blow it off.  But Uncle Dan is definitely a big smelly greaseball.  He’s always sweaty and he always looks greasy.  I don’t see him anymore much.  He comes and goes, doesn’t live around here.  Though he used to live around here when I was a kid and I saw him a lot.  I don’t know why I even put him on my list or felt like talking about him.  I guess there’s shit I want to say, but I don’t want to even say it here in my journal even though no one will read this.  Maybe I just don’t want the words out in the world.  Maybe I don’t want them made concrete.  Maybe I don’t want to formulate the thoughts in my head and create the words and then see them on the paper.  Yeah, maybe Uncle Dan is a subject for another time.

Anyway, I’m done with Winter.  I haven’t done much of the outdoor stuff that I usually like to do.  Skiing, hiking, snowball fights, building snowmen and snow forts.  I always liked to be like a kid in the Winter and play in the snow.  I’ve waterproofed my Stepping Wolves, but it’s too easy to slip on the ice with them, and most days are too windy for my Eastwood.  One thing I’ve always wanted to try was snowshoeing however, which I have done this Winter, since Howard has snow shoes.  It’s pretty awesome.  But otherwise it even sucks to go running since there aren’t enough sidewalks and there’s ice everywhere.  I’m not complaining though, I’m just looking forward to Spring.  So is Gary Oldman  (II).  She’s not liking the idea of going out into the cold anymore.  She gets this expression in her eyes like, “you’re fucking kidding me.”  I give her a look back that says, “tell me about it.”  We communicate telepathically like that.

My theme song for today is “Bitter Sweet Symphony” by The Verve, because that’s kind of the mood I’m in.  Also, it reminds me of Amon-Re and if my novel is ever made into a movie, I want that song in the sound track.


previous Grimm 165: Gender, Psychicisms, & Grimm Morrison the Lizard King

next Grimm 167:  Mixed Emotions and Undefined Philosophies

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Wall Grimm’s First Novel, age 4

My name is Wall Grimm and I have been a writer since a young age.  A master of suspense and intrigue, you could say.

This is my first novel which I wrote when I was 4 years old, under the guise of Valente Grimani:

The novel is called Sgoobedoo which is how I creatively chose to spell, Scooby Doo.

scooby doo

It appears that I was also a prodigy in the art community as well.  My mother never told me that, perhaps she was protecting my modesty.

scooby doo 2

Brilliant character development for such a young age.  I’m trying not to brag.

scooby doo 3

This is the intrigue.  Who is this friend?  How did they meet?  Is Shaggy jealous?

scooby doo 4

This is touching.  Readers learn the depth of Sgoobedoo and then he just says, “bye bye”?  And what is his friend’s name?  …Suspense.

scooby doo 5

We may never know the answers to these questions.

The End


*This is a real book that I made when I was 4 years old.  –Sage


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Emma’s Love Song & Other Blog Stuff

This is an update regarding:





EMMA’S LOVE SONG Some of you may have read my post “In Need of a Singer/Songwriter for Wall Grimm’s Love Song to Emma”.  In that post, I state the deadline for submission to be March 15, 2014.  However, though I did receive responses in the beginning, it has been about 2 weeks since anyone else has expressed interest.  I’m choosing not to reblog or pursue it because I found someone I believe can capture the essence and mood I’m looking for.  Thanks to everyone who emailed me!  There’s a lot of talent out there, you’re proof of that.

I have selected Kev at  I will write the lyrics, then send them off to Kev and he will write the music, then perform the piece.  His performance will be a sound recording and/or video (whatever he chooses) which I will include in the post when Grimm performs the song for Emma.  I’m looking forward to this, so thank you Kev for being involved and bringing Wall Grimm to life that much more.

BLOG SCHEDULE Currently my blog schedule consists of daily posts in this cycle:  “The Journal of Wall Grimm“, Amon-Re (which is the novel that Wall Grimm is writing), and a poem.  I’ve been reblogging Grimm and Amon-Re on my Sage Doyle blog, and I’ll continue to do that for a while.  I’ll give a heads up if I plan to stop reblogging.  I never reblog my poems here.  Anyway, I like this schedule, but I just want to throw something in the mix.

One day per week, any random day, I will plan to do something different.  Some possibilities are: updates like this post, some posts for my RANDOM GRIMMNESS category, fellow writer promos, reblogs, etc. etc.  Or, I may take one day to not post at all in order to work on writing projects that don’t pertain to the blogs, such as querying agents, preparing submission packets, or eventually beginning a new novel.

After the one day of something different or nothing at all, the cycle will just resume where I left off.  I’ve kind of been doing this, but now I’m making it official, especially now that I realize I do need a day to devote to my writing apart from the blogs.

JOURNAL POSTS I often have people express to me that they need to “catch up” with Grimm.  But I know how little time we all have as artists.  So I just want everyone to know that, rather than having to go back and read older posts, and this includes Amon-Re, if at any point you have questions about plot, situations, references, or characters, just ask whatever you want, and I’ll fill you in, no problem.  I can even refer you to posts if you want.  This is especially true for some new followers who maybe don’t want to go back to the beginning.  This offer will always be in place.

PAGES I just want to mention some of my blog pages.  On my Sage Doyle blog, I created a POETRY page where all my poems are archived and categorized, in order to simplify the process for anyone who might want to go back to older poems.  On my Wall Grimm Blog, there is a page devoted to AMON-RE, with a little history behind the novel, and links to each post.  The CHARACTER pages list the characters by name, and links each post the characters are mentioned in.  Those pages are broken down alphabetically by character name.  There is the JOURNAL ENTRIES INDEX page which lists the titles and links of each journal entry.  There are also pages devoted to EMMA, WALL GRIMM, GRIMM’S EASTWOOD & STEPPING WOLVES, and GARY OLDMAN.  If you don’t understand the Gary Oldman thing, maybe you should check out that page.  I will occasionally add to and update those pages.  Lastly, there’s the DIALOGUE WITH GRIMM page, if you want to talk to “Grimm” (aka me as Grimm) personally.  A couple people have done it and it’s kind of challenging and sometimes awkward to stay in character, but very interesting at least for me.  The Wall Grimm on that page is kind of hovering somewhere in cyberspace and doesn’t know people are reading his journal on a blog.

That’s all for now.  If at any time you have questions or concerns that you don’t want to address here, you are free to email me

Thanks so much for your readership!




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About AMON-RE a Novel by Wall Grimm

I just created a page in order to archive all the posts of the novel which Wall Grimm has begun writing.  Below is exactly what the page says, but I’m posting it here because I think it’s a good introduction, and I don’t expect most people to go to the archive page right away, or at all, necessarily.  A little later this morning I’ll be posting the first chapter of the novel Amon-Re by Wall Grimm.

The AMON-RE page says:

I wrote the novel Amon-Re when I was 22 years old.  I revised it again a few years later.  I returned to school, finished my B.A. and got my Master’s, then I wrote The Opera.  The character Amon-Re is, for some reason, my favorite character that I ever created.  I knew the novel needed a lot of work, and it has been on the sidelines awaiting significant revision.  I felt, however, that the story was worth it and I wanted Amon-Re to exist.  All my other past novels have been burned in campfires because they weren’t worth the time involved in revisions.  Amon-Re currently only exists in one printed version of the novel.  Part of it I began to transcribe onto a flashdrive last year, but I never got around to completing that process.

At this time, as I have created “The Journal of Wall Grimm” blog, and I want to do more here than just journal entries, I decided that, since Wall Grimm has expressed in the past that he wants to be a writer, I would attribute the novel to him.  It makes sense because I think it is the perfect novel for him to write, especially since I wrote it when I was in my “Grimm” days.  I’m posting the novel as if Grimm is writing it.  We can assume that the novel is raw, prior to edits, because Wall Grimm will be writing it in real time, as we pretend it doesn’t yet exist in its entirety.  That gives me the freedom to post my novel despite the fact that I’m aware it needs some work.

The novel takes place in a nonspecific time, in a nonspecific couple of cities.  There are no computers or cell phones.  I never wrote that in because I wanted a timeless feel, if not an altogether retro atmosphere.  Amon-Re is a drug addict, but he’s also a genius, and the book can be a little hard core at times.  He is a writer and a poet, so if you follow my Sage Doyle blog, you may notice I’ve posted of couple of the poems that I wrote for the novel on that blog.  The book is kind of long, since it needs editing, but then that just enables more posts.

Each post will be about a chapter length.  And…I hope you like it, but if not, that’s ok.  I’m just glad to finally give Amon-Re the opportunity to exist.

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