"To entertain, inspire, frighten, teach, and entice as many readers as possible." - Keith Helinski
Wastin' Away Press features Keith Helinski's writings, ranging from short stories online to movie reviews over the years. Also features an assortment of Keith's interests. If you like what you see, check out Wastin' Away Press's official Facebook.
It is no secret that for the longest times, I wanted to move to Florida. That was my dream, after all - ever since comin’ back home summer of ‘08, I’ve been desperately figuring out how to return. I was fairly close last year achieving that dream, except, reality had a hand in making things difficult. Reality isn’t a cop out or excuse. Reality is facing the constraints of what life throws at you, and making the best out of it regardless of the out come.
Karii Lynn wants to move to New York, which I think is every artists dream (much like, if you are an actor or a film-maker, you would want to move to California).
For me during this entire time I’ve been dreamin’, thinkin’, wishin’, and wantin’ to relocate - I didn’t notice that things could happen without packing the bags. I truly believe that I have a secret weapon for making things happen: my writing. With the \m/ story almost ready to seize its days for the world to see, and other stories I have planned in the near to distant future; I truly believe my hobby of wastin’ away writing will set me salin’ away.
If you are an artist that feels stuck in limbo (shitty area, uninspired crowd, lack of motivation), I have some news for you: YOU AREN’T STUCK! In fact, despite the horrible job market and limited career paths for us pesky generation of 90s/00s kids that just wants to make it in the world; this is the perfect time period for us dreamers. The Internet is a wonderful tool to get your voice/art out there. You don’t need to move to New York/California/Florida to make it. In a sense, you can get New York/California/Florida your attention.
For writers, there are so many self-publishing websites out there - plus the best marketing tool on the planet involves social networks. BLOG YOUR SHIT; I do!
For film-makers/actors, YouTube is a great platform to get your work out there.
For bands/singers, Soundcloud lets you cut your own single without worrying about record companies, and if you market the shit out of your shit on Facebook, you will earn your own audience.
And for artists, deviantart-it!
Yes, you still have to work your shitty day-job. Yes, it will take you much longer to get your pieces out there. Yes, there are a million people on the Internet that is trying to do the same thing you are: be heard.
However, yes; there is a possibility that you will be heard by the right person at the right time. Whether you accidentally stumble upon an important person at a Starbucks in New York that will make your career happen, or an important person accidentally stumbles upon your blog that will make your career happen - you are trying to sell yourself, regardless on the hows and wheres.
As for me, I am still building my portfolio full of writings. Once I feel I have enough to sell myself, I will push myself to a bunch of book publishers. They can’t ignore the writer of ‘Wastin’ Away’ if that writer also has other versatile pieces under his belt. 8-)
When I first started writing the \m/ beast last year and all-through out the summer, I posted songs/albums that inspired/influenced the story. That fall, I then posted a few selective movies that also had some inspiration to the shape of the story.
The biggest influence of course, is my reading. Any writer will tell you that they get inspiration by the books they read. In this case, I can’t exactly write a fictional rock memoir without reading real rock memoirs, and believe me, I’ve read my share!
The first (and favorite) of the rock memoirs that has a resemblance to my rock story is ‘Walk This Way.’ The sex and drugs bores me, and I hate to disappoint people ahead of time, isn’t in my \m/ story much. However, there are two themes I did borrow from this book, and in a nut-shell, Aerosmith’s career.
One: how Aerosmith gets out of record contracts. I don’t recall if the band goes in details in the book, but I do remember reading somewhere years ago that Aerosmith wanted out of Geffen’s contract, so they released a shit load of greatest hits and live recordings. I believe they did the same thing for Columbia records (but I am not entirely sure). In any rate, I applied this in my rock story, where the band I created (Outsider’s Vengeance) was stuck in a shitty record deal, so after spotting a flaw in their contract, they cut a couple of live albums and a cover compilation to get out of it.
Two: ‘Walk This Way’ goes in pretty good detail about their important gigs they had in their career, which took them to the next step of their success. Aerosmith’s Guitar Hero video-game also does a good job exploring the various gigs they had. Most bands have that common story of success: the stepping-stone gigs. A perfect example of course is The Beatles with their beginning (The Cavern Club)/middle (Ed Sullivan Show)/end (Apple rooftop) success.
Because I am writing about a fictitious band, it was important for me to come up with not only important stepping-stone gigs that would lead Outsider’s Vengeance to their own success, but I had to come up with some pretty damn unique places for them to shine. I think I pulled that off!
One reason why I do favor ‘Walk This Way’ over majority of rock memoirs is the way it was written, with everyone in the band giving their own stories and perspectives of the band’s early days to their success. I was going to write \m/ that way, but wanted to save that style for the second part of the Outsider’s Vengeance story (the \m/ novel is only the first half of their career). And yes, I do plan on writing a follow-up to \m/ down the road; WAY down the road!
"I saw what I had been fighting for: It was for me, a scared child, who had run away a long time ago to what I had imagined was a safer place. And hiding in this place, behind my invisible barriers, I knew what lay on the other side: Her side attacks. Her secret weapons. Her uncanny ability to find my weakest spots. But in the brief instant that I had peered over the barriers I could finally see what was really there: an old woman, a wok for her armor, a knitting needle for her sword, getting a little crabby as she waited patiently for her daughter to invite her in."
"What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction."
For a group of guys that dissects movies all the time with their Half in the Bag and Best of the Worst features, it’s nice to see one of their own feature films that gives exemplary to their knowledge they have of film-making. ‘Feeding Frenzy’ wasn’t exactly a great film by any means, but I sure did had a good time watching it (and laughed my ass off through-out). Cute homage to the 80s splatter-horror genre.
One thing I always tell my wife as she catches me chuckling over the Red Letter Media stuff online, these are group of guys I would love to chill and have a drink with.
Will be checking out their other films eventually.
"I had never seen a sunset like that: a bright orange flame touching the water’s edge and then fanning out, warming the sea. When it became dark, the boats turned their yellow orbs on and bounced up and down on the dark shiny water."
"So anyway, I REALLY want to be in a BAND!!!” Kelly had interrupted my spaced-out moment (a bad habit of mine), “and play all kinds of that…what’s the wording? …Ohh right!…’FUCKED UP SHIT’!"
That caught me by surprise. And me, being the man I am, sat there with my mouth open like a bananaram. We both looked at each other for a few moments, unsure what to say. The bell for the next class broke our silences.
"So do you think there might be room for maybe, possibly, a keyboardist?" she asked patiently, even though we were already late for class.
'A keyboardist?' I thought. What a fucking great idea. “Soooo, what do you say?” Kelly asked. As I tried to think of something clever to say all that came out was: “I would need to talk to Andrew first of course, but I mean, I would love to be with you. Ahem!”
Kelly’s face turned pink and she started to crack up laughing. I corrected myself by saying: “What I meant was, I would love for you to be part of our band. But we need to discuss it first because we don’t even have a name yet.”
She gave me a hopeful grin. “If you guys have the balls to do that little show in front of a store, then you’re already ahead of most of the shitty bands in Buena, like that Metallica knock-off band I heard you were in. You deserve way better!”
I felt my self-esteem rise a little.
"All you need is the right people," Kelly said. "I can promise you this…I would fit in perfectly into your group." She finished off her sales pitch by stomping one converse-clad foot.