Aug 28 2010

And not a moment to spare…

Rosemary

During all last week, that is. It was the first week back on the DayJob after surgery, and so I had to start digging in to the backlog of work undone while I was gone, which is to say, most of it, whilst simultaneously accomplishing my usual weekly cycle of tasks. Whilst also simultaneously trying not to overwork the hand.

Sigh. My plans for brilliant blog posts have been pushed forward, of necessity.

Plus: Visiting Laurie & Deb this weekend, so also no blogging. But I might find time to actually, say, work on writing. Seeing as Laurie (Laurie J. Marks) is also a writer, and not averse to a suggestion of, “Hey, let’s go to a coffeeshop with our laptop and pad and not speak a word for, like, two hours. It’ll be cool!”

In other news: Fingers still a bit tingly, but it’s less every day. So I’m definitely on the mend. I can do everything except hang on to really heavy objects, grip things that I also have to yank really hard, or grab things and then press down on them (like scrub sponges).

More later, promise.


Aug 20 2010

Away for the weekend

Rosemary

… and probably won’t post.

Thanks to everyone for all your caring comments.

Cute Overload directed me to this, and I could not resist passing it on to you…

We used to have to regularly clear out the Amazon shipping boxes that Georgia would take a shine to. Any box, no matter how small!


Aug 18 2010

Goodnight, you cats…

Rosemary

georgia 1989-2010

Kitty Georgia O’Keefe is gone. I’m too sad to say much. Later, maybe later.

Until then, I suggest that you go here and read this. I always think of it when I remember my own Cats Gone Before.

Goodbye, little warrior…

georgia_030509


Aug 14 2010

Considerably improved, thank you

Rosemary
just a bandaid

just a bandaid

My fingers are still numb, which the Doc says will improve in the next few days. But I’ve reached the point where I can type fairly well, if not quickly, so — I’m back.

I’m off the DayJob for a bit, as that largely consists of massive amounts of rapid right-handed data entry.

I’ve spent the last 4 days all weak and wembly, but with not much pain, possibly because my entire right hand felt like one great block of balsa wood. (Yes, balsa. Not oak, not pine, balsa wood.) Plus, I took vicodin just in case it started hurting. I slept a lot. Also: watched a lot of DVDs

Because….

As a consolation present, I bought myself the entire 3 seasons of Avatar: The Last Airbender (the animated series! NOT the movie)!

the genuine article

the genuine article

Ha. Managed to get Sabine hooked on ‘em. (Seriously, if you’ve never seen these, and you ever get a chance, watch them — preferably from the beginning. They are so wonderful.) We went straight through Book One: Water in about 3 days. Sabine declared herself overloaded, so I’m going on to Book Two:Earth by myself.

So, just continuing to convalesce, while trying to get some writing done. Thinking more than typing — but thinking’s what’s needed at this point.


Aug 11 2010

Happy birthday to me

Rosemary
yep.

yep.

Ow.


Aug 7 2010

Permittez moi de vous presenter, Monsieur le Pew

Rosemary

So….

Last week, just minding my own business, hanging out and doing some brainstorming and note-taking in my little woody nook in the back yard. Sun going down, how lovely as the dark begins to gather , juuust enough light left for me to write one more line or two in my journal…

Hm, says I, half-distracted, kinda nasty smell there…

…look past out toward the bird feeder. And.

Yep.

Neighborhood skunk.

Now, he must not be aware of me, or he would not have approached at all. Yet there he is, a mere four feet away, happily munching the fall-out of sunflower seeds from the bird-feeder.

Munching, in fact, directly in my path out of there.

He already smells, meaning he’s fired his guns at least once today. So the question becomes:Does he still have ammunition left?

And do I feel like playing a game of So, punk, do you feel lucky? Do you? with a skunk?

I do not feel lucky.

I slink back and do a slow-motion scratch and scramble and get out by way of the neighbor’s flower garden.

But now, in order to get back into the house, I must go past Monsieur le Pew. Because I came out the back porch door, and the front door is locked.

Can I climb the porch railings? Or nonchalantly stroll past our guest, with perhaps a civilized nod of acknowledgment as I go by?

Still not feeling lucky….

At which point I recall something my sister discovered….

Standing out of range, I say: “Woof.”

The diner pauses…

“Woof-woof! Arf, arf, arf!! Woof-woof, arf arf arf-arf-arf.”

By golly, it works.

Off he ambles, not exactly frightened, I’d say, but playing it safe. And at a good speed.

So I offer this bit of skunk-lore to you, from my wood-wise sister. To safely encourage skunks to depart, abandon your humanity, embrace your Inner Dog.

Monsieur le Pew

Monsieur le Pew

(Last week was crazy busy; a much more sensible post is promised, soon.)


Jul 26 2010

Apparently a turkey feather

Rosemary

the remains of someone's dinner

This gorgeous object was found by Sabine on her morning walk — among some other feathers that were in badly damaged condition. We worried at first that it might represent the death of one of our local hawks, but the good ol’ internet tells me it’s almost certainly a turkey feather. Meaning our hawk might have had quite a nice meal off this departed bird…

The feather is about a foot long, and perfect. Sabine gave it to me, and I love it!

But I worry about tiny parasites… I’m thinking of putting it in a plastic bag and micorwaving it for a bit. About which Google has not helped me. Any opinions out there?


Jul 25 2010

A blog and a movie

Rosemary

Young Gabriel Gill, son of my pal and fellow author Geary Gravel, has started up a blog, festooned with his remarkable illustrations.

gabriel's front page

I’m hoping he’ll add some of his prose work as well.

But I must admit to being jealous that he has recently been to both Animation Camp and Graphic Novel Camp.  They did not have any such things when I was 13!

Of course, if they had, I doubt my parents would have understood the extreme importance of my attending them.

Come to think of it…. there were no graphic novels when I was 13.  Only comics. Yes, I’m that old.

In other news: Go see Inception.  I won’t post any spoilers (yet).  But I will say that it was brilliantly written, brilliantly executed.   I’ll say more at a slightly later date.

Sigh.  Must turn in soon, to be awake for the DayJob tomorrow.

But I will play some guitar first, so as not to forget that I’m capable of doing so.

not a 1971 gibson hummingbird custom.  just not.


Jul 24 2010

Sequential/nonsequential

Rosemary

You pick up a book, open the cover, start reading.

You keep going (with interruptions for sleep, work, bio-necessities, and social interactions) until you reach the end. At which point you shut the book, and put it down.

Your experience of the book is front-to-back, beginning to end. Start at the beginning, and go on until the story is over. And it’s perfectly natural to think that that’s how the book was written.

But members of the Fabulous Genrettes, and other people who have read my works-in-progress, know that I don’t write like that at all. I need to know where the story is going, I need a sense of its direction. I’ll write the scenes that I know, and those scenes might belong anywhere along the story’s continuum.

Once I have the known scenes, I fill in the scenes that I don’t know. The best scene to know is the last; the second best is the story’s climactic moment; next best to know is the opening.

After that, it’s all feedback loops. The scenes that I know help define the scenes I don’t yet know; and once I have those, I might fine-tune the previously written scenes, or go on to entirely new ones…

What prompted this musing is an interview with my very favorite writer, Ted Chiang, on BoingBoing:

Typically the first part of the story that I write is the very ending, either the last paragraph of the story or a paragraph near the end. Once I have the destination in mind then I can build the rest of the story around that or build the rest of the story in such a way as to lead up to that. Usually the second thing I write is the opening of the story and then I write the rest of the story in almost random order. I just keep writing scenes until I’ve connected the beginning and the end. I write the key scenes or what I think of as the landmark scenes first, and then I just fill in backwards and forwards.

I don’t think I ever knew that about Chiang…

Ha. Makes me smile.

Now, I do know that there are plenty of writers who start writing at the beginning and keep going until they reach the end. Some of them do quite well. A few do excellent work.

And some of them, sorry, just don’t.

I won’t name names.

But these are the writers who might have a great character, or a wonderful setting, and then just hit the ground running, writing one damn thing after another until they run out of events. Or until some attractively dramatic obvious end-point is reached, like: we win the war; the hero gets married; someone important dies; the planet blows up; etc.

I find them — how shall I put it?  Identifiable.   And unsatisfying to read.

And then there are other writers who seem to write that way, who might even claim to write by that method — until you question them closely.   Often, they’re just not counting the thinking that went on before they put the first word down on the page.   Some of these people actually “write” a story in their heads almost completely before touching the keyboard at all — at which point, they start at the beginning and write it all down, straight to the end.

But if you can get them to describe the process of creating, designing, coming up with that story before writing it down? Of pacing it, finding the scenes, learning about the characters, identifying the dramatic thrust?  It rarely comes out as: “I started on page one and just kept going”.

All this in answer to the often-asked question:

Q: How close is Book 5 to being done?

A: I just don’t know.

Q:Well, what’s the word-count so far?

A: I have tons of words, reams of words! And some of them will go away. Better ones will take their place. Or I will find I don’t need them after all.

Q: But how far along are you? Are you at the beginning of the story, or in the middle? Or near the end?

A: Yes. Yes, I am.

And here’s a different way to ask the question:

On May 25th, Mairead asked:

… [D]o you yet have a sense of the time remaining til you send off the next book for publication? Even an idea of the remaining latency’s granularity would be better than nothing. Weeks? Months? Years? Decades? An approximate coefficient with the granularity would be grand!

Answer: Not weeks! Probably not months — unless I were to win the lottery and quit my DayJob. (Then, yeah, it would be months.) Not decades! And probably not years plural….

It feels like a year — but it felt like a year last year.

Actually, it felt like a year two years ago, until I suddenly realized that I was working on the wrong book,and that I had to flip the order that I had planned, and move Book 6 into Book 5’s position. And that the new Book 5 was largely unknown territory.

But the upside here is that Book 6 (The City in the Crags) already has a lot of the work done on it. On account of me originally thinking it was Book 5, and spending all that time on it.

So, once Book 5 is done, I can be fairly certain of turning around Book 6 quickly. Possibly very quickly. In fact, I sometimes think I’m writing the two simultaneously, and have occasionally stated so in public.

Because, bringing us back to the theme of this post, of my nonsequential writing method.

Which, I must point out, also operates across the entire series.

I do know the last scene in this book; and I do know the last scene of the entire series.

I know the last sentence of the series.

Prequel? You want a prequel?

I know the last sentence of the prequel.


Jul 22 2010

Not a substantive post

Rosemary

Because, two nights in a row of working late at the DayJob, plus things needing to be done after work equals no substantive post on either Wednesday, which I had hoped for, nor Thursday, which was my backup plan.

laser death-ray cat is disappointed

laser death-ray cat is disappointed