Tuesday, October 13, 2015

5th Grade Plague, Vikings, and Navigation of Wordbergs



Life in General...

My son no longer has a fever and has been feverless all day.  Yay! 

He felt so good, in fact, that he said he wanted me to watch him win a particular video game for the first time. I agreed.

I am not sure what the objective was, but we stared at a world map for about five minutes and then the game prompted him that he won.

Whew! That was a close one . . . I guess.

I watched a new show called The Last Kingdom. It was okay. It seems a little slow paced to me. A few scenes went too far, I thought. I'll watch it again, though, because I think it has potential. It also prompted the memory and new curiosity about Vikings, which has had three seasons, I think.

The rest of the day, I wrote


The Writing and Current Projects...

Following Dean Wesley Smith's example, I decided to outline in reverse today.  That is, I outlined the two chapters I have already written in the Alaskan fantasy (Af). Forward outlines (plotting in advance) don't seem to work for me.

Sure enough, this worked.  Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately) it revealed that I ended both Ch. 1 and Ch. 2 in essentially the same way. That meant I would not be starting Ch. 3 today.

With many grumbles and whines, I cut the last 543 words of Ch. 2.

I took a short break. During which, I realized how I could end Ch. 2.

Back at the keyboard, I typed furiously (for me) and soon I had the 543 words back, plus another 216. This brings Ch. 2 past the 4,000 word mark, unlike the previous ending.    

Oh, there's something I wanted to mention. Been meaning to for a couple of days. My readers ("Heh, he thinks people read this!") might consider me obsessed with daily word counts.  Well, I am.  But it is not just because I want to brag about how prolific I am. Nor do I believe that quantity trumps quality. I would not have cut the chunk of my "finished" chapter today if I believed that.

In the last couple of months, I began to understand the old saying that "only 30% of what a writer produces is publishable." This means 70% is substandard. Which means we see only the tip of the iceberg of what any author writes. That's a lot of words everyday (for most).

I read back over stories and abandoned chapters slowly and meticulously, then compared them to other things I wrote quickly and less constipatedly.  The latter is better. Less pretentious. Every time.

I also believe what people consider talent or genius is not a gift. Instead, what gets noticed results from persistence. Of trying over and over until you get it right.  Like Thomas Edison, who was supposed to have said to a reporter who asked him what it felt like to fail 1000 times at creating the light bulb. He said, "I didn't fail a thousand times. The light bulb was an invention that required a thousand steps."

These beliefs inspire me to try to write more and more each day and to do so consistently. Without it, I become all theory and no practice and quite the dull boy. Maybe, just maybe, somewhere in that pile of words will be 30% that is good enough someone else will want to read it. Maybe they will even ask, "What are you writing next?"


Word counts for Sunday, Oct 12, 2015...

219 = Fiction (not counting the 543 I cut and rewrote)
628 = Blog


Monthly totals for October 2015...

2,286 = Fiction
3,843 = Blog


MANUSCRIPT TOTAL COUNTS...

9,262 = Af (Alaskan fantasy)

3,679 = Mhn (Missouri horror novel)



Monday, October 12, 2015

Sir, Do You Know How Fast You Were Writing Back There?



Life in General...

My son is still coughing and generally feeling icky. No school for him tomorrow, and if he is still running a fever, we will be paying the doctor a visit.

If you read Saturday's post, you know that I spent Friday in the hospital while my nephew had surgery. Everything went fine, except his hair. Even though his mother tells them every time to shave his entire head, they don't. They shaved half. Mike did not love the look, and so he asked me to finish the job.

I am by no means an expert, but I can cut my own hair and I cut my son's. Mike's would be fairly easy, except for taking care around his incisions.

The haircut took place in the living room, surrounded by Mike's siblings and parents. Because I am only a little bit mean, I started the clippers, but just before I touched his scalp, I shut off the buzzing.

I said, "Should we take a moment of silence for this doo that we are about to undo?"

Mike is used to me. He simply closed his eyes and shook his head. I am sure that he was giving thanks for being related to me.

A few minutes later, he was all slicked up.

My back once again voiced its objections to standing, so I sat on the couch. Mike sat on the other end.  The family all talked for a few more minutes, and then I said. . .

"Well, I guess I'll get out of your hair . . . HA!"

That got me another headshake.


The Writing and Current Projects...

More Butt in the Chair has produced bigger results today. (That sounds wrong.)

I started at the top of the Alaskan fantasy Chapter 2, hoping to nail in a few braces for the weak spots and polish the rough. Not a huge, final draft polish, but enough to differentiate the living characters from the furniture.

Along about 6:30 PM, I looked up and saw to my surprise that I had passed the thousand-word mark for today.

I'd Happy Dance, but you know how whiny my back is.

I am pretty sure Chapter 2 is done.  Tomorrow, Chapter 3.


Word counts for Sunday, Oct 11, 2015...

Fiction = 1,062
Blog = 407


Monthly totals for October 2015...

Fiction = 2,068
Blog = 3,215


MANUSCRIPT TOTAL COUNTS...

Alaskan fantasy = 9,044
Missouri horror novel = 3,679


Sunday, October 11, 2015

Headless Rescue



Life in General...

There is not a lot to talk about today, because this was a rest-up the day from a busy week.

We all got up at our usual times. The wife went to the store to buy groceries. I talked with some old friends on the Internet. Well, chatted.

My son has been sick since last night. Poor little fellow has been coughing all night, all day. Low-grade fever.

I washed a load of towels but my back painfully disagreed and sent me to bed until I learned my lesson.

In between times, I wrote.

Oh I forgot to tell you, Friday night, just seconds after we got back from the hospital (we had just closed the front door, in fact) some neighborhood kids decided to run up to our door and give it a good hard kick. I went back outside and saw one of them hiding around the corner of the next house. He saw me, screamed, and ran. I suppose that was his version of Ding Dong Ditch. Regardless, it frightened my son and made my wife a little nervous, so I sat on the front porch for a while. Nothing else happened except giggles in the distance.

It did however bring me to take one measure. On our front porch by the door stands the Headless Duck. He used to be a yard ornament at a house I lived in during my early 20s. He was there when we moved in and already missing his head. After a tornado erased that house, I rescued him. Now, he's a kind of weather rock and sentry and all-around legend among our friends and family. He is probably not even a duck (a goose, maybe) and he might not even be a he. How is he going to know? He doesn't have a head. Regardless, he has been in the family for about 20 years. He's appeared in several of my stories. You might even find him on this blog. Anyway, I couldn't let some neighborhood prankster steal him or break something else from him.

He sits on our living room now. I guess that makes him a concrete house pet.

The Headless Duck


The Writing and Current Projects...

Butt-in-the-chair produced a better word count today but still not within a parsec of "pulp speed," as Dean Wesley Smith calls it. I'll take it though.  Chapter 2 of the Alaskan fantasy is a little farther than the halfway point.

The scene is rough draft. No outline. I don't know whether I will keep it or not, but I won't make that decision until the book is done. That way, I will know better how everything fits together and what gets tossed into the file of irrelevant discovery tangents.

Today's sessions did reinforce that I should just trust in the process. I did not like the scene, but I just kept typing the next word and the next. Eventually, I asked myself, "How could this situation be worse?" The same situation but worse.

That was enough to make me curious as to what would happen next.


Word counts for Saturday, Oct 10, 2015...

Fiction = 718
Blog = 551


Monthly totals for October 2015...

Fiction = 1,006
Blog = 2,808


MANUSCRIPT TOTAL COUNTS...

Alaskan fantasy = 7,982
Missouri horror novel = 3,679



Saturday, October 10, 2015

Ain't Nuthin' But a Thing, Hardrock



Life in General...

The last line I wrote in my dad's eulogy was "...because he was five-ten, hazel eyed, and bulletproof." The same could be said for my nephew, except his eyes are blue. I often look up to him and not just because he is an inch taller.

Mike is one of those people that I can't bring myself to tell him, "I have a headache." At times, Mike lives far, far beyond the threshold of pain of the average mortal. What makes my heart wrench is to hear how calm he stays at the checking-into-the-hospital times. The nurse breaks the news to him. She speaks slowly about what will happen, her tone hushed and an apocalyptic look upon her face. Mike shrugs and says, "Eh. I've done this before."

I know, I know. He has undergone this scenario over and over since he was 17 hours and 40 minutes old. A week ago, he celebrated his twentieth birthday. But people were never meant to become used to the thought of brain surgery.

And it is easy to despise the ER doctors and nurses when another bout rolls around of almost daily visits to the hospital for two weeks and repeatedly receiving one misdiagnosis after another. It is not a sinus infection. Nor is it a migraine. We don't care if the shunt has not moved. We all know what this is. We have been through it before.

Truth is though that the medical staff is just doing their jobs and not jumping to the nuclear solution. Besides, how often do they see someone with a hydrocephalus and Dandy Walker Malformation?

Huh. Yeah.

Mike's tough. He calmly lets them play out the script until the doctor finally says, "Okay, let's schedule surgery."

I imagine Mike sitting around the hospital ward like it is the county jail. 

Patient One:  "What chu in for?"

Patient Two:  "Migraine." To the next bed he asks, "You?"

Patient Three (whispering):  "Laryngitis."

Patient One:  "How 'bout chu, Hardrock?"

Mike:  "This  . . ."



Part of me looks at him and cringes, because that's gotta hurt.  Then, there is part of me that thinks, "Damn, he looks bad ass."

He even mentioned something about going back to college and work on Monday.  The day after tomorrow!

Bulletproof, man.  Bulletproof.



 The Writing and Current Projects...

Nothing today.  I was visiting a sick friend.



Word counts for Tuesday, Oct 9, 2015...

Fiction = 0
Blog = 375


Monthly totals for October 2015...

Fiction = 288
Blog = 2,262


MANUSCRIPT TOTAL COUNTS...

Alaskan fantasy = 7,310
Missouri horror novel = 3,679