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An “on the one hand…” week

(All covers this post are by Richard Powers. No deep meaning, I just like Powers’ art)

In the sense that I got good work done but I don’t feel like I did. Partly because Wednesday I had a dreadful night of sleep and I was still trying to shake the effects off. My shoulder bursitis acted up — I pushed a big package indoors and discovered it had much greater mass than anticipated — and I had the first bad acid reflux I’d experienced in a while. That didn’t make for a comfortable night.

More generally, I feel very off-balance. That’s partly because I didn’t read much this week which always leaves me feeling not quite right. Due to some intense work and TYG’s schedule everything that wasn’t work felt off in various ways.

But the work did get done. The chunk of Southern Discomfort I was editing this month got wrapped up. I think it looks good too. The fixes include continuity (“Is this really a big reveal or did someone tell her that already?”), spelling, overuse of various words (I make way too much use of compound sentences joined by “but”) and clarity. I may drop the element of Maria being mixed-race (black great grandparent) as changes to the book make it less important than originally conceived. And because it’s less important, it’s more awkward to bring it up.

I rewrote the second chapter of Let No Man Put Asunder. The writing group said I needed to slow down and give Paul and Mandy time to think; I’ve done that. Possibly too much; we’ll see what feedback I get on the revisions. I started Chapter Three, which is action-heavy, but after Wednesday night decided I didn’t have the concentration I needed. The feedback on that chapter was that the action wasn’t as compelling or tense as the police interrogation in the next scene. That’s going to take work to fix and I wasn’t ready.

I didn’t get anything written for The Local Reporter—possible story leads went nowhere, calls and queries didn’t get answered. That’s one of the disadvantages of freelance reporting: I’m only paid for the stories I finish so there’s only so much time I’m willing to spend on possible dead ends. Nothing at Atomic Junk Shop either.

I dropped plans for a Woo Commerce store on this site for the moment. I will probably install a PayPal button for anyone who wants to order books direct from me. I’m not sure the demand is there yet for anything more elaborate. I’m still frustrated with WordPress’ Block but I’m going to stick with the Creator plan (which switches you to Block post-creating automatically) for now.

Today I wrapped up early as I’m a guest at the FantaSci convention in Durham. Drop by if you’re in the Raleigh-Durham area.

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Context and reference in historical fantasy

One of the things that sometimes bugs me about historical novels is that they do a lot of telling. There’s a reference to politics, pop culture, famous people, whatever and we get a quick info-drop about what it means. It doesn’t take me out of the story but I do notice it.

Reflecting on the feedback on Let No Man Put Asunder and Southern Discomfort (as I work on editing it, I’ve been reading a few chapters to my writing group), I’m wondering if I don’t go too far the other way. Sure, I try not to make it completely incomprehensible — I don’t want people breaking off reading to Google it — but I don’t explain things unless there’s a logical reason for someone to bring them up in conversation or think about what they mean.

Part of that may be that I lived through the 1970s. Even though I know, intellectually, that to a 30-year-old today, the mid-seventies are as far behind them as the 1930s were to me, I think I still assume they’ll know more than they do. Even if someone grasps the broad outlines, it’s easy to misunderstand the details, as this post about the 1920s discusses. Thinking back, I was a lot more “tell” when I was writing Questionable Minds because I know how much stuff people don’t know.Working on my Doc Savage history, Savage Adventures, I’ve been more aware of how strange the past gets after a few decades. As I discuss in Chapter Three, the 1930s were an era when the British Empire still dominated the world; the Depression dominated America; Jim Crow was the law of much of the land; radio was a dominant mass medium and still cutting edge tech; strong men performing on stage and barnstorming pilots were cool entertainment; nobody was certain space travel would ever be attainable; and antibiotics didn’t exist.

I’m testing out my thoughts by rewriting one chapter of Southern Discomfort I thought I’d finished satisfactorily. I’m spelling out relevant material the audience might not know, such as the FBI’s long history of trying to break the civil rights movement and the 1915 Leo Frank lynching. I think I’ve done it without bogging down in an info-dump; hopefully I can read it to the group soon and get feedback. If it works, I’ll keep doing the same to the other chapters.

I’ll also keep it in mind working on the rewrite of Let No Man Put Asunder. I think it’s more a matter there of overloading on the pop culture references but I did get feedback complaints some of them needed context. Not as much — a reference to Ingrid Bergman kissing Cary Grant in Notorious shouldn’t need to come with a plot synopsis (I hope).

Wish me luck. I’ll let you know how it goes.

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Trixie turned ten this week

Well, as best the vets can estimate with a stray taken to the shelter at eight months old. I don’t know what awful person dumped her on the street but I guess I owe them one because she’s my little angel.If she has any flaw it’s that she can be very stoic when she’s in pain and sometimes we miss it. Plushie’s a cry-baby when he’s hurt but that makes it easier to know there’s a problem.Work this week went well. At Atomic Junk Shop, I look back at the moment Roy Thomas began indulging his two obsessions, the Golden Age and continuity problems. I also take a look at the debut of DC’s Creeper.
At The Local Reporter I wrote about development in Carrboro and a black oral history project, From the Rock Wall.

My own stuff went well too. I got more work done on Southern Discomfort and proofed Savage Adventures through the 1935 material. I also sat down and did some thinking about Let No Man Put Asunder, both the backstory (what degree was Paul working for when things fell apart?) and some of the structure. I’m not sure if I’m ready to start writing yet, but I am pleased with the work I did.

I did some more work on my self-publishing plans, writing back-cover copy for Savage Adventures and Southern Discomfort. I also came into some money which will cover the cost of setting up a Behold the Book website. I’m trying to figure out the design now, using a WordPress theme (I don’t want to spend money on anything custom).

Those of us working on the Ceaseless Way collaborative anthology held a Zoom call last weekend. It was a big help: we have a deadline (September) and a list of what needs to be done. We’ve started work on the list.

I did not get the exercising done I wanted but I’m pleased overall.

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February rises like a phoenix…maybe

Plushie is still in his cage, I’m still spending a lot of time in there with him, and it’s still slowing me down, as is the loss of my morning routine (see the link for details). It’s unsurprising the last three days of January did not explode with productivity. I’d gotten very little of what I wanted done last month and that fed the fatalist sense there was no point in trying. February, however, has started off pretty well. I was determined to get some creative work done this week so I focused on rereading my first draft of Let No Man Put Asunder. It’s pretty good for one of my first drafts, with character arcs and story arc moving along well. I got about 30,000 words in; if I’m write, it’s after this chapter that things run a lot less smoothly. Still, I’m satisfied I haven’t been wasting my time. I also reread the feedback from my writing group and noted where I agreed with their criticisms, which I usually do. Fortunately there’s nothing they said that isn’t fixable, like a sense in one chapter the stakes aren’t high enough.

Beyond that I got in a couple of Local Reporter articles, one on Chapel Hill’s  plans for renovating some of its recreational facilities and a roundup on Carrboro’s town council meeting. Over at Atomic Junk Shop I posted about DC writer Bob Haney possibly mocking himself,  the overuse of old pulp villains and a sudden burst of reprints in DC Comics at the end of 1967. That includes Robin’s encounter with 50-50 Finlay, a story I found a lot of fun on rereading.Plushie’s still in his cage all of next week but I’m determined to get things done. Wish me luck, and have a great weekend.

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Let No Man Put Asunder and the “menace” plot

In the introduction to Lester Dent’s Weird Adventures of the Blond Adder, Dent expert Will Murray mentions that the 1933 stories fell into a sub-genre pulp magazine editors were calling the “menace” story. Murray quotes literary agent Lurton Blassingame, who cites Phantom of the Opera, Hound of the Baskervilles and the Fu Manchu novels.“In this type of story,” Blessingame said, “some person or thing hangs a veil of horror over the characters in this story; we never know when this menace will strike but we do know it will continue to commit depredations until the hero does his stuff and overcomes it in the final climax.” An editor Murray quotes says the figure can be a mystery until the climax or, as in Dracula or Fu Manchu, the heroes know who he is but still can’t stop him from striking.

For example in the first Blond Adder story Nace goes out into the woods to meet someone. A man comes running up to him, bound and gagged, and suddenly explodes. Several more people explode later in the story, but who’s behind it? What does he want? How does he do it?

Dent applied this approach in a number of Doc Savage yarns. in The Flaming Falcons the eponymous bone-grey birds appear and people drop dead, then the birds explode in a ball of fire. Not all mysterious-death stories in the series qualify: the disintegrator in Land of Terror is a formidable weapon but it’s treated as just that, a super-weapon, where the matter-destroying Red Snow feels more terrifying and mysterious. I think the latter novel qualifies.

The “menace” motif didn’t disappear with the pulps. It has a lot in common with slasher films; Freddie Kruger and Michael Myers both seem to qualify as the menace that “will continue to commit depredations” until defeated. Scooby-Doo would seem to qualify: lurking figures like the Phantom Shadow or the Ghost Clown threatening everyone until the masks are pulled off. Classic Joker stories such as his first appearance in Batman #1, “The Laughing Fish” or “The Joker’s Five-Way Revenge” fit the menace sub-genre: the Joker’s out there and he’s going to kill with a smile until Batman finally stops him.Clearly it’s a trope that still works. Which brings me to its presence in my own work. Questionable Minds, for instance is very much in the menace mode. Jack the Ripper, enhanced by psychic powers is out there killing; nobody knows where he’ll strike, nobody knows why, and nobody seems able to stop him.  Southern Discomfort, out later this year, has menace elements too. Readers know the villain is Gwalchmai, out for revenge on Olwen McAlister but we don’t know why. Maria, Olwen and the other characters have no idea. All they know is that they’re under attack: a flock of aggressive ravens, a kelpie, a barghuest, hanging a black teenager in his bedroom, putting a hospital into magical sleep so he can confront Maria.

Then there’s my work in progress, Let No Man Put Asunder. In the first chapter, Mandy Buchanan and Paul Templar find themselves mentally linked, and the target of the mysterious Community of All. From that point on they’re on the run from magicians, martial artists, vampires and elves out to capture them for the Community. Their enemies are ruthless, relentless and powerful; when Mandy tries driving them out of town it turns out space has been warped so they can’t leave.

Just having menace isn’t enough by itself though. At some point the heroes have to fight back; at some point they have to get answers, even if the answers raise more questions. Dent gave a hypothetical example where the protagonist learns the bad guys are kidnapping someone named Elmer. They rescue Elmer, but he’s a ring-tailed monkey; why would they steal a monkey? And why are the rings on the tail painted on? Saving Elmer’s a win but the hero doesn’t even know why it matters.

About a third of the way through this draft, I realized I didn’t have enough menace: once the cops came on board it was too talky. This is a problem I’ve seen in some published books, that once the authorities realize you’re right and start helping, things get too easy. I went back and rewrote to keep Paul and Mandy (not a couple by the way, she’s more the big sister he desperately needs) on their own and in peril for much longer. But at a certain point just flinging peril at them wasn’t enough; as Dent says, action has to do more than move your protagonist over the scenery. They begin to push back, have some wins, but then the Community of All ups the game and things end up worse.

At that point though, my ability to write it seemed to fade. I think part of the problem was that I was still moving them over the scenery; the individual battles were fine but they were interchangeable. The plot wasn’t moving enough. Hence my decision to move to the end. It’s an imperfect end but it reveals the stakes and the nature of the Community of All. That”s much better than having vague ideas in my head, even if I change what’s on the page completely (as Sherlock Holmes says, “any truth is better than indefinite doubt”).

I’m sure that when I finish the second draft, it’ll still be a menace story. But the menace will have a much stronger arc.

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It wasn’t just Macbeth who murdered sleep this week

I’m honestly not sure what did rob me of my sleep. Okay, some of it was IT emergencies forcing TYG to get out of bed (I’m a light sleeper) and once it was Plushie deciding to lie next to my legs and fidget. But even eliminating those factors I still had nights of bad sleep. It may be partly that my evenings had little chance to relax. The past year or so Plushie’s been pretty quiet at the end of the day but the new meds he’s on seem to have rejuvenated him by several years. Which is great, but he’s back to demanding Play, Play, Play in the evenings and with TYG working late that was on me.Snowdrop has been coming in for longer stretches in the evening. It turns out he’s quite happy to snuggle on the couch as long as the door is open, sometimes as much as 30 or 45 minutes. To ensure he’s not troubled, that means putting Wisp upstairs (she’s gotten out twice through that door) and me taking the dogs into the kitchen while TYG pets him (she loves that cat). That cuts into my relaxing time too. I can’t say I object — I pet him plenty too —— but I think it leaves me more stressed than I had slightly more time to myself.

Despite that, I did get a fair amount done. I sat down with Oh the Places You’ll Go and once again tinkered and adjusted, shifting the sequence of events at the end. Every time I’ve done that I say “At last! Now it’s where it needs to be!” so I’m not going to predict that this time. It’s definitely better than it was, but it’s still frustrating to be working on a story I was sure I’d finished with six months back.

I also tackled the last two chapters of Savage Adventures, dealing with Doc Savage from 1945 through 1949, including the lost adventure In Hell, Madonna, which came out in 1978 as The Red Spider.I reread Will Murray’s Writings in Bronze and added more information to some of my own entries. I’m on schedule for publication sometime next summer so yay me!

I completed an article for The Local Reporter to run next week and had one published this week on Chapel Hill’s efforts to become more ADA-accessible.

And now Christmas weekend is here. Whether you celebrate it or not, it’s a holiday so I hope you enjoy yourself the next three days.

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Feeling run down but at least I ran somewhere

Very, very tired today.

I haven’t slept badly this week, just a little bit short every night. Apparently it’s adding up. Today my brain feels like sludge. It didn’t help that my efforts to nap this morning were thwarted by one pet or another. Still, the week as a whole went well.

I published an article for The Local Reporter on a proposed Chapel Hill development.I finished the section of Savage Adventures I wanted done for this month, including double-checking details I wasn’t clear about in The Pharaoh’s Ghost.

I got a little bit further on Let No Man Put Asunder. It’s going slow now that Paul and Mandy are no longer running and have to fight back against the Community of All. This requires more than just flinging threats at them; as Doc Savage author Lester Dent put it, the action has to do more than merely move them across the setting. I’ll get there but it’s frustratingly slow.

On the plus side, I think I had a breakthrough on Oh the Places You’ll Go. I’ve been stymied because my redrafts have raised questions I had to leave hanging. This week I saw I can resolve them relatively easily and by shifting around who does what at the finish everything went smoother. I finally feel like I’ve got my finished draft.

I did not get much exercising or stretching done, alas. Cleaners and contractors to deal with on top of the usual pet distractions. Yesterday after the cleaners came, Wisp was sufficiently unnerved she insisted on spending all afternoon in my lap. I didn’t have the heart to get up and leave her.

I do appear in a Con-Tinual panel about Magnus, Robot Fighter (whom I’ve reviewed here). Over at Atomic Junk Shop I review the first issues of the current Wonder Woman and Power Girl series, plus a look back at Golden Age Black Canary. Did you know she has the magic power to summon flocks of black canaries to do her bidding?#SFWApro. Art by Modest Stein and Carmine Infantino, all rights remain with current holders.

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Week in review: not the cat-astrophe I feared

Yesterday Wisp got out.

Snowdrop was at the backdoor for his food. TYG opened the door for him to come in, then went to make up his breakfast. I opened the door wide to see if he’d come further in (he’s very skittish of late). There didn’t seem any risk as Wisp was in another room. Suddenly, though, she came running in, nuzzled him — and then rushed out before I could stop her.

That settles the question of whether she’s completely happy as an indoor cat. I knew she missed Snowdrop — she’d peer through the blinds at him —— but she hadn’t made much effort to resist when the door was open and I even lightly restrained her. But there she was, on the deck, refusing to come in, even when we offered food. She showed up again later, same result, then vanished most of the day. This left me pretty miserable: sure, she made it five years between when we first saw her and when we finally brought her in this summer, but it’s still a risky life to be an outdoor cat. Plus she’s still limping from her leg injury; what if she thought she still had her old speed and ended up in a coyote or hit by a car?

Thank goodness, she came in Thursday evening to eat, then we shut the door. The taste of freedom changed her, I’m afraid: she keeps going to the back door and meowing to get out. Hopefully that will pass. The whole thing shows that while caring for her is often inconvenient, it’s the right choice.

Fortunately I got some work done despite that and despite some weird chaos from coordinating a lunch date with a friend. I finished another story for The Local Reporter about a library exhibit on immigrant cooking. I reworked Oh the Places You’ll Go and I’m finally making progress on fixing it. The ending doesn’t completely work yet but I’ve eliminated most of the elements that made it feel like a sequel was necessary. I completed this months work on a rewrite of Savage Adventures. I also carved out enough time without pets to complete my full week’s worth of exercise. Go me!

Elsewhere online, I participated in a Con-Tinual panel on comic-book villains. Over at Atomic Junk Shop I posted about the landmark story “Spider-Man No More” and the debut of the Kingpin, then about a curious parody of the Marvel Method of making comics.I didn’t get anything done on Let No Man Put Asunder but overall I’m pleased.

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Unexpected Friday complications

In my current weekly special, the tail-end of Friday is supposed to be the routine stuff. Plan my schedule for the next week. Clear out my email inbox. Of late it hasn’t worked that way.Part of the problem is that I still feel “off” due to Wisp now being our inside cat. As I’ve mentioned before, I no longer get the mornings to myself to clear my head and Wisp is more prone to wake me in the early morning than when she slept inside occasionally. What often happens is that I wind up switching my email or planning time to earlier in the week because I’m tired and then I wind up on Friday, still tired, and thinking I should be doing dull, mundane tasks, not anything creative. I will have to fix this … but not today.

Another problem is that it’s still tricky getting my exercise and stretching time in. It’s important at my age, but not easy, though I’m getting better at it.

A third, which should be easy to fix, is that I need to stop working through lunch. I do it in a spirit of “if I get this thing done ASAP, then I’ll make up the down time later.” Somehow I don’t make it up. It’s not as trivial as it sounds; taking breaks makes a big difference to my ability to focus, especially as they day goes on.

But that’s for the future; how’d this week go?

The bulk of the week was taken up with a Local Reporter article on a proposed new condo tower in Chapel Hill. News of the project has generated a lot of controversy and getting all the relevant facts and city regulations, then writing them into the article, took much longer than I wanted. I’ll skip next week so that I can catch up on other projects.

I rewrote 10,000 words of Savage Adventures, which keeps me on track for releasing my book on Doc Savage a little under a year from now. I only got about 5,000 words into Let No Man Put Asunder; where I was previously worried the book was stretching out too long, now it looks like it’ll wrap up short as I just put my characters into the endgame. However that happened with Southern Discomfort and I worked it out in rewrites so I’m not worried.

I returned to Oh the Places You’ll Go and for the first time since I started rewriting the “finished” manuscript, I made the ending work. Maybe not completely fixed, but I’m on the right track at least. And over at Atomic Junk Shop I blogged about Silver Age kid-stuff I couldn’t get into and a major turning point in the Hulk’s series.

And that’s all folks!

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Did I fall short or set my sights too high?

I may have been premature in declaring Wisp a contented indoor cat. We got Snowdrop to come in a couple of times this week and it was adorable: they nuzzled, licked each other and she bopped him on the head like she used to. However, it also looked at times like she was ready to follow him back outside. We discouraged this: she’s still a little slow on one leg and it’s just better (for cats and for the wildlife outside) if she stays inside.

The downside is that she’s still restless when she’s on the bed with me, though not as bad as when her leg was in the cast and the cone of shame.And I no longer get mornings to myself because she loves me and follows me down when I get up. The loss of privacy gnaws at me more than you might think. If that’s what it takes to keep her indoors, though, so be it. This morning was an exception and it felt great — until I discovered she wasn’t sleeping on the bed, she’d followed me into another room and been trapped inside when I closed the door. Oops.

While adjusting my schedule to fit our new indoor cat — write in the early morning, exercise later in the day — still feels awkward, I’m getting used to it, and managing my time a little better. The lack of sleep, however, still lowers my creative ability some. I was supposed to work on Let No Man Put Asunder this morning and I just couldn’t. That said, I did get quite a bit done.

I finished a Local Reporter article on Chapel Hill’s participation in Vision Zero, a program for eliminating road fatalities and serious injuries. However there’s a major development on the Chapel Hill town council agenda for the week after next and I wound up scrambling to prepare an article for next week. That sucked up a lot of time away from my own work.

I got another 4,000 words done on Asunder and I finally see where the action’s going after this current section of talk. That’s a relief. I got less relief working on Oh the Places You’ll Go — I still can’t fix the ending. But I did sell The Adventure of the Red Leech to a new Durham specfic magazine, Dimension Zero. No pay, but I’m still pleased.

I got more work done on Savage Adventures (that was the work I did instead of the creative stuff) and finished my press kit for future Behold the Book releases. I also did some other publisher-type work, not worthy of note yet. And I had a couple of Atomic Junk Shop posts, one on writers who think they have clever insights and musing again about the end of Netflix DVDs.I also sold a copy of 19-Infinity and someone checked it out from a digital library service. Thanks, both of y’all, whoever you are.

And so the week ends. Have a good weekend everyone.

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