September 18, 2008
Like "Re-Warming a Cold Souffle."
I'm always highly skeptical about these endeavors wherein a writer attempts to take over another's characters and play in his/her
sandbox.
Full disclosure: I have, though, been reading the new "Lord Peter Wimsey" mysteries by Jill Paton Walsh. No, they are not Dorothy L. Sayers, because Walsh is too busy being respectful of Sayers' legacy to really do the swashbuckling, experimental kind of writing that Sayers felt free to perform with her own characters.
But Walsh knows the Wimseys in and out, and she's clearly read the short story "Talboys" often enough to have a clear idea how Wimsey's/Vane's home lives would evolve. And her Lord Peter/Harriet Vane books are fun.
Walsh is the glaring exception that proves the rule.
I have to go now: I'm working on a suspense novel about a serial killer whose victims all worked for Disney: in fact, they all (oddly enough) were involved in publishing "Winnie the Pooh" books that turned A.A. Milne's style and wit into mindless, unreadable, ponderous, preachy, children's-lit excrement. With the name "A.A. Milne" on the fucking cover of 'em. As "editor."
Treat the dead with respect; they cannot defend themselves.
Via Lair, who remarks:
Considering that every product of the Guide Milieu since the original radio series was incrementally worse, this one's going to be a rock-bottom ultrastinker.
And, like a sucker, I'll probably buy it.
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March 26, 2008
Fictional Dialogue from Camp Lefty
[Around 12:43, if you were wondering. I'm getting tired of annotating these entries. Maybe next time I'll just retroactively post them at times that correlate to their actual composition. Alternately, I'll begin to limit myself to blogging about interesting things, rather than my rich interior life.
Just kidding.]
"I just got a few things," I tell my husband. "And they were cheap. Like, I got this pen that will fit in my pocket, and a sudoku book so I can start doing sudoko and my mind won't ever really age."
"Don't give me that look," I warn him. "I'm right about this; I'm always right about things like this."
This particular character [ahem] happens to be right about most things. I know, because I made her that way.
There is, to be honest, a sort of rush in playing God this way. The downside is that my characters all rebel against me, sooner or later. I hear I'm not the only one.
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March 17, 2008
An Extraordinary Piece of Fiction
. . . about truth, fidelity, and betrayal, by a friend of mine. If you leave a commet, please keep it clean—and respectful.
It's quite a story.
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January 19, 2008
How to Write a Novel
. . . in
two months; Jeff VanderMeer tells all.
Via Tom Nissley and Insty, who both point out that VanderMeer continued to blog during that high-productivity crunch. Personally, I find blogging to be so different from "real writing" that I rarely experience a conflict between the two.
Of course, I can also read after a day of writing, which my husband cannot: he's more likely to watch television. (Now he will tell you that I never spend the entire day writing, but that isn't true. I'm always writing. I'm just not necessarily getting it all down on paper. There's a distinction to be drawn there. Fruthermore, I can read to unwind after a day of proofreading, even while my eyes and my upper back ache from hunching over the same copy all day long, scouring eight-point type for boo-boos. I suspect this makes me a reprobate written-word-junkie, but I don't want to discuss it.)
What I cannot do when I'm infected with a piece of fiction is read much fiction, unless it's a short story here or there, or a quick re-read of something I've already read. If I'm fully immersed in my own world I have little desire to enter someone else's, so it has to be politics, pop culture, historical nonsense, theology, or philosophical whatnot. Something without a narrative arc, if you please.
Anyway, it's pretty fascinating stuff. It almost makes me want to print my work out and . . . send it around. Almost. But next thing you know, I'd be getting paid for it. That would make me feel dirty.
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November 06, 2007
Hm.
Crab Orchard Review is
accepting work through the end of the month that focuses on the experience of adolescence. There's a piece I should submit, if I can remember for sure that they haven't already rejected it. I know they turned one of my stories/essays down, but I can't recall which it was, and I have a sneaking suspicion that I went all ADD and mis-filed the rejection letter.
Of course, if I re-submit the one they rejected, they'll know I'm persistent. That I care. That I'm a space cadette.
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September 03, 2007
In Point of Fact, I Am Here.
I am alive and well. It just so happens that I got waylaid by the following projects: 1) catching up on sleep; 2) fulfilling family obligations; 3) dealing with business overhead; 4) catching up on sleep, again; 5) reading an
Ellery Queen mystery about a serial killer loose in New York City during a heat wave in the late 1940s.
The point to remember is that detective fiction is strangely analogous to humor: just as the comic must deal in material that is as funny and uncomfortable and painful as possible—without actually drawing metaphorical or literal blood—so the crime writer must come up with a solution to the puzzle that, upon reflection, must appear to have been staring the reader in the face the whole time. In both instances, one must play footsie with a very fine line.
That is why one man's wit is another man's hostility; there is an element of the subjective to the whole enterprise.
I am, as a mystery reader, pretty cooperative: I try not to actively solve the puzzle unless I feel I've got no choice. (Some books practically beg one to get out a piece of paper and start listing clues, but these are normally of the poorest quality, and barely worth finishing at all.)
I want to be fooled. Yet if at all possible, I want to be fooled only slightly. If it's the least bit feasible, I'd like to guess the final mystery one page before it's revealed in the text, yet before such knowledge would spoil the surprise. It is just as one pulls off that wrapping paper that The Truth should knock one over: "of course!"
"Hide it in plain sight." It's easy to say, but almost impossible to do.
I finished reading the mystery by the Queen cousins, and resolved to close the gaps on the L.A. and Phoenix puzzles I'm creating, once and for all.
I decide to get all "twelve step" on my husband, regarding the creative process. "I don't have to create the perfect psycho for this particular book," I explain to him, rather earnestly. "I just have to create the best psycho I can today."
The mystery writer is, at the very same time, the most moral and the most amoral of creatures. There is no resolving this one; we can only craft the best books possible, and keep them scrupulously free of talking pets. At that point, our missions are fulfilled, and the editors, critics and readers take over.
Keep in mind, though, that more readers one acquires, the less one has to care what the critics and editors say. At a certain point, one can even bring back the talking pets, and all is well. What are the critics going to do, after all?—argue with one's bank balance? "It's slop, that financial security," they will say.
"I don't care for the dreck that she put in her IRA," they will complain.
"The quality of her beach home? Strictly second rate," they'll sniff.
I, of course, won't care at all. I'll just install a swimming pool for my husband, and buy another car.
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Cat of Many Tails is my FAVORITE Ellery Queen. Holy cow. I must discuss it with you when you're done. I never meat anyone else who ever read it!
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I'm done, Babe. Come right over!
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Also on the list from my "Ellery Queen advisor":
The French Powder Mystery
The Greek Coffin Mystery
The Egyptian Cross Mystery
Volumes he recommended that I have already consumed:
The Chinese Orange Mystery (this one is truly superb)
The Dutch Shoe Mystery
The Four of Hearts
The Finishing Stroke (I adore everything about this except the solution; I would have preferred a different villain)
I really cannot understand why no one has reissued these.
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"I really cannot understand why no one has reissued these." Well, sounds like you have a project.
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i'll borrow whatever you're done with!
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I have visited your site 078-times
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May 21, 2007
The Dutchman
. . . is letting others see his fiction! Very
cool.
I really dug his faux reviews.
It reminds me of a story about David Linden, from when we were in high school: he used to draw these cool cartoons he called "mugwumps," and eventually (was he in college by then?) sent them off to several publishing houses. He got no takers (which is a shame, especially since he stopped drawing mugwumps soon thereafter), but his cover letter was apparently so witty that one publisher asked if he'd be interested in writing a collection of funny cover letters for (non-existent) literary submissions.
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April 28, 2007
"Yeah, I Know," I Say. "Too Dialogue-Heavy."
"No, this section is fine," Bridget tells me. "But we need to know more about these people before we find the body."
"I can do that," I reply.
"Um, what do these people do for a living?" Maria pipes up. "I mean, they seem to spend a lot of time drinking coffee and finding corpses."
"Well," I answer, slowly, "I could give them jobs, of course. But that might cut into the time they have for solving crimes."
"If you want them to be independently wealthy, there are ways to accomplish that," Fred points out.
"Hell, no. I don't want them to sustain that kind of damage," I respond. "Fine. I'll get 'em jobs."
These stupid people in writer's group and their un-fucking-reasonable demands . . .
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Can't they just live on their Lotteria Italia windfall? Since it came after their formative years, I don't see a problem.
If they were published authors of, say, crime novels, they might have a case for some tax deductions as well.
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Dorothy L. Sayers made her heroine into a mystery writer, but she did make sure to draw some distinctions between her character's detective and her own detective.
She was, of course, accused of inserting herself into her own series, but I'm not sure that was fair: in fact, it made a nice little contrast, to show the different methods people might bring to real-life crime solving if they had real forensic experience vs. if their interest had been strictly literary.
There is always a huge level of artificiality in these books, even the "mean streets" variety.
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Well, I can see three possible options, knowing nothing else about this book or the previous one.
1. They could be, not independently wealthy, but comfortably well off and not interested in getting richer. Perhaps they have an income from investments/trust fund/whatever, which affords them a reasonable standard of living, and they prefer leisure to wealth, as the economists say.
2. Investigating crimes is part of their job. The obvious ones for this (besides making them cops) are private investigator, reporter/writer, and lawyer. I am not a great mystery fan, but it is my impression that all of those have been done a lot.
3. They have jobs that are seasonal or intermittent. I was once told that beekeepers, for example, don't work five months of the year. (Don't quote me on that.) Or some sort of event planner type job, where you work insanely for three weeks, and then have three weeks before the next gig. Any sort of job where your time off comes in big blocks, not regular weekends. If you go this route, of course, you will need to educate yourself on how those jobs actually work. Good luck.
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April 12, 2007
Writers' Group Night Again.
I announce that I'm working on a new mystery, and I've given myself two months to complete the initial manuscript, so I can spend most of June polishing it.
Everyone is thrilled—and even more so when the hear the first scene, in which our intrepid hero and heroine (sort of) discover the body of the victim.
"Wow. This one really moves along," remarks one of the other writers. "And the people are must less sarcastic with each other than in your other book."
"Well, they're less sarcastic because they are married to each other," I explain. "It isn't in their best interests to draw blood every time they speak. And the story is actually moving along because I decided that there was no time to go for literary merit."
Someone else chimes in: "is there any way that this time you could give them some sort of excuse for solving mysteries? I mean, could they have specialized knowledge of medicine, or be private investigators, or something like that?"
"No," I reply. "They solve murders for the same reason Nora and Nick did it. The same reason Tommy and Tuppence did it. They just do it because it's fun. Either the reader buys in, or he/she doesn't.
"That said, I promise you'll like them. They are very likeable people."
"Great," says our teacher. "Now go home, put these copies away, and don't read our notes just yet. Just keep typing out that first draft."
I suppose I ought to shut down my blog for the next six weeks, but let's see if I can get by without taking that sort of extreme measure.
Naturally, Marvelous Mike starts a list for me of golden-age mysteries set in the non-Los Angeles southwest. He tells me he's going to email it to me later in the week.
"Take your time," I respond. "I'm on a diet right now, anyway, for obvious reasons."
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"Well, they're less sarcastic because they are married to each other," I explain. "It isn't in their best interests to draw blood every time they speak..."
You didn't tell us your new novel was set in an alternate universe. Besides Phoenix, I mean.
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Less sarcastic doesn't mean they aren't sarcastic at all. Just means I've toned it down from my last book.
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April 05, 2007
On the One Hand
. . . I'm making my page quota on the "Mystery in Arizona" manuscript.
On the other hand, I'm running around the house in my bathrobe all day and taking lots of naps.
I need to catch up on laundry, answer a few phone calls, and get out to the grocery store. You know: life stuff.
The thing about this project is, it can only help me, even if the ms. is returned unread by the Hillerman Competition. If I've got two manuscripts on hand, I can shop them around more effectively: it'll give me some detachment about the fate of any one given story.
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April 04, 2007
Yeah.
When in doubt, blame it on the
White Mountain Apaches.
My story is shaping up nicely. I'm letting you know because I assume you're almost as obsessed with me as I am.
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Yes. I Made Quota Today.
One page of outline. One page of typed text. Three pages of handwritten notes.
And so I'm going to bed. There will be more creepy things to write about in the morning.
But I know who was killed. And why. I just haven't decided how.
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garotted with Nancy Pelosi's scarf.
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April 03, 2007
Well, Then.
If there isn't any salt in it, why do they
call it the "Salt River"? It sounds like it's fresh water, and related to the canals in the area. I like that, but I want two different types of water bodies (with different effects on decaying human flesh, of course—sorry to be gross, and all that).
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Interesting. I'm actually thinking of chopping my body up, and having different parts decay at different rates.
Reader Bob just pointed me to Wickenberg, which has a river that flows underground: I like that.
I might put part of the body into the Salt River, and part into this underground river in the mountains.
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Well, they call it Salt River because there is salt in it. More accurately dissolved minerals-calcium, magnesium, sodium, sulfate, chloride, and bicarbonate--about 480 mg/L. At tha level you cold taste the "salt". I bet that's the origin of the name! Anything less than 500 mg/L is onsidered safe for most uses--that's about a quarter teaspoon per gallon of water. Your Pacific Ocean, by contrast, is about 35,000 mg/L, If I remember correctly. Know what your mailbox had since Monday?
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Ooooh, how annoying! I stopped by, and said I had two packages--he said there was only one there, so I assumed they put two "oversize" notes in there by mistake!
I was curious because I had the impression that the Salt River forked off of a freshwater river--wasn't it the mighty Colorado, from which we Californians steal all our H2O? I'll double-check on that.
Anyway, I've got my protagonists; just need my method/motive, and it'll be nearly finished
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The Colorado flows over the same sort of terrain, under the same brutal sun, so it, too, is "salty". The 480 mg/L for the Salt R. is something I looked up, btw. I can't remember everything! Not even to proofread even though my keyboard is failing and skipping letters occasionally. Unless I give the keys the finger of death.
The USPS said noon Monday. If they give you only one, it should be mine! At least in my world. . .
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On the Other Hand, It Is Feasible.
I'd need to produce 3-5 pages a day.
A the H informs me that he'd be happy to switch our anniversary vacation destination from La Jolla to Arizona. (Sorry, Desert Cat: the timeline doesn't permit me to set the story in Tucson. I have to draw on my existing knowledge base of the Phoenix area in order to get this one done on time. So the main location will be one of the Fenix suburbs. I still want to introduce some small-town color, though, and I'm taking nominations for that. I want an excuse to really get some bitchin' landscape into the plot.
BTW, feel free to tell me what you know about the hydrology of Scottsdale/Phoenix: which bodies of water are natural, and which are man-made? Isn't one of them a salt-water river? Why?)
I think I know who my protagonists are. I just have to whip up a crime, and I'll be practically done.
Gotta go: time for a nap. (Seriously: I need to get my unconscious mind to work, here.)
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http://www.arizonan.com/Wickenburg/
There used to be a picture of an antique trailer home with
*small* picket-fenced rock garden on this page.
-B
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I seem to have to much time on my hands today.
Okay it wasn't a rock garden, there're actually two trees
in the pic.
The Way-Back machine isn't always our friend, but today
it is, even if your spam filter doesn't like it.
http://[way-back-url]/web/20060508082225/http://www.arizonan.com/Wickenburg/
-Bob
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You have to have a character complain about the traffic, and the illegal immigrants, and the crystal meth. Uh, don't forget mentioning the pawn shops on every other block.
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Funny--I've been going out there for 15 years or so, and I've never noticed any traffic whatsoever . . . nor any illegal immigrants to speak of. Hm.
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Well here's a fun fact: Scottsdale recycles its purified poop-water back into the aquifer and then draws it up to serve its residents as drinking water again.
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Won't my characters be delighted to discover that? Thanks!
Does the water from the CO river and the Salt Water River go through any desalination?
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Regarding the Hillerman Mystery Contest
I think it's important to point out that Southern California
is in the Southwestern United States. Would someone please send a map to the people at
St. Martin's Press? (And what do you
mean, L.A. isn't underrepresented in the genre?)
Hm. I wonder if I could quickly re-write Ye Olde Mystery so it takes place in Tempe, Arizona rather than Santa Monica, California.
So: "She could feel the sea air over her skin" becomes "she could smell the scent of the cactus as she drifted off to sleep." The problem being that cacti don't have much of a smell.
Or: "She checked for slugs in the grass as she walked across the yard" becomes "she saw a lizard dart over the gravel ahead of her."
Or: "the air got misty" becomes "it rained hard and was freezing cold and why is the weather so extreme in the freaking desert, anyway?"
Easy shmeasy.
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Whel, you could always take up residence here for a year and a day. Get a more genuine sense of place and all.
But it would have to be Tucson, because Phoenix is just LA East.
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Hm. If my subplot is in Bisbee, my main plot would have to be in Tucson.
Once I win the Hillerman prize, I'll talk A the H into getting us a vacation property somewhere in southern AZ, and that will solve all the problems.
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March 31, 2007
I Am in Love.
I have finally encountered someone over the internet who is so malevolent, so vile and so reprehensible that I simply must make this person into an antagonist.
And not in a book, either: I'm too eager to symbolically crush this person under my size fives.
No one else is wicked enough for me. Those who perpetrate genocide bore me. Serial killers are passe. Child molesters? Whatever. Everyone's doing them.
I've found heart's one true my villain, and I intend to be faithful to him. For at least two weeks, or about 20 double-spaced pages.
If I could physically find him, I'd send him a locket or something.
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Ok... care to share who your antagonist is and what he or she did to set you off? You've got my curiousity up!
Posted by: Tom the Redhunter at March 31, 2007 04:13 PM (r0yU3)
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In the book, if there was a book, don't have the protagonist leave a trail of evidence on the web. See also "Hacker, PI Alert."
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No, no: I didn't really want to find him. I want to talk about how my protagonist finds him.
Those who can't do, teach. Those who can't even teach, write.
Besides, the person who served as my inspiration doesn't really want to find
me. I'm too boring--and too well-armed.
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Those that can't teach, teach gym. Those that can't teach gym get into politics. Writers do it all--on paper!
Posted by: Darrell at April 01, 2007 06:57 AM (1wnIA)
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The easiest way to catch a person is set out bait.
-Bob
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Thanks, dear. I appreciate your warm comments, which warm the cockles of my heart. If I had a heart, that is...
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I've spent the last week feeling exactly that way about Ann Althouse's myriad detractors. It's been an effort not to recomment they follow Bill Hicks' career advice for marketing people.
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March 25, 2007
I'm Learning from the Queen Bois.
Um. Make that Queen Boyz: the cousins who wrote the original Ellery Queen series.
As I work through the list Marvelous Mike sent my of their best puzzles, the engineering side of my brain is, indeed, beginning to kick into high gear.
I realize that on my own project I may be overdoing the Real Clues: I'm only required to give the pertinent information on the real killer once or twice. After that, it's up to the reader to figure it out. If they're like me, they won't want to. (I'm reminded of what my former roommate, the mathematician, used to say: "she's too smart to figure things out that she doesn't want to know." That's a blessing/curse of human nature.)
Of course, the best puzzles are the ones in which the Main Reveal leaves the reader smacking herself on the head, exclaiming, "it was in front of me all along; why didn't I see it?"
That's what I'm aiming for. I'm terrified, however, that the maze will be too easy—that the solution will appear obvious all along, rather than in retrospect. One always runs that risk, of course, if one is playing by the rules. The main rule is the reader gets a shot at solving the puzzle himself/herself.
My mother informs me helpfully that she doesn't really mind if she's reading a mystery and she figures it out. That isn't the level I want to play at, though.
The workshop meets again this coming Thursday night: I need to flesh out my final conflict and take it in. Enough of the procrastination. I have to send the ship out—my draft—and see if it can stay afloat. If not, I'm sure I have a great career ahead of my as a Starbucks barista or something. Or I can stick with my glamorous proofreading endeavors.
There is a moment in any high-wire act wherein one has to take a deep breath, let go of the handle, and reach out for something that may or may not be there.
I am at that point.
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While you ponder, LMA, a little something to set the mood---
The Customer Is Always Right
The Salesman--
She shivers in the wind like the last leaf on a dying tree
I let her hear my footsteps
She only goes stiff for a moment
Care for a smoke?
C:Sure. I'll take one
C:Are you as bored by that crowd as I am?
I didn't come here for the party
I came here for you
I've watched you for days
You're everything a man could ever want
It's just not your face
Your... figure
Or your voice
It's your eyes
All the things I see in your eyes
C:What is it you see in my eyes?
I see a crazy calm
You're sick of running
You're ready to face what you have to face
But you don't want to face it alone
C:No
C:I don't want to face it alone
The wind rises electric
She's soft and warm and almost weightless
Her perfume is sweet promise that brings tears to my eyes
I tell her that everything will be alright
That I'll save her from whatever she's scared of and take her far far away
I tell her... I love her
The silencer makes a whisper of the gunshot
I hold her close until she's gone
I'll never know what she's running from
I'll cash her check in the morning
by Frank Miller
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Take a page from Jo Rowling. One of the most important clues in the first book appears, on first reading, as a throw-away line that merely decorates the narrative.
Posted by: John at March 26, 2007 04:26 PM (rLYJc)
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You've had a comment from John in Limbo for a few days and I decided to let it out.
How about some more Frank Miller. . .
Marv. . .
I was always good
at jigsaw puzzles.
Back in school I
had this buddy, name
of Chuck. He was
retarded. He'd watch
me put the pieces
together and I loved
that guy because he
was the only person I
ever met who was dumb
enough to think I was
a genius.
And the situation I got
right now, it's just
one more jigsaw puzzle.
Problem is I'm
damn short on pieces.
I've been framed for
murder and the cops
are-in on it. But the real
enemy, the son of a
bitch who killed the
angel lying next to me,
he's out there
somewhere, out of
sight, the big missing
piece that'll give me the
how and the why and a
face and a name and a
soul to send screaming
into hell.
The good news is that
the killer isn't sitting
back and waiting for
the cops to polish me
off. "There were some
men who came looking
for you," Mom said. "They
weren't police."
So all I go to do is
send the bastard an
invitation. He'll come or
he'll send somebody and
either way if I don't get
dead I'm bound to wind
up with one or two more
puzzle pieces.
The Hard Goodbye
Posted by: Darrell at March 28, 2007 08:11 PM (riGDd)
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Well, I'd be happy to be as good a storyteller as Rowlling is. It's easy for her, because she is so good at characterization that there's plenty of "local color" in her stories. That makes it easier to hide clues.
The Queen writers aren't as good, but they put in enough to camouflage their real intent. That's all it takes.
Writing a puzzle is just like doing a magic trick: it's all about misdirection.
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March 10, 2007
The "Joy's Next Short Story" Contest
Yes, yes: finishing the novel. Really, I am. But there's a reading party later on this month, and I hate reading chapter snippets at those events.
Please provide me with a subject around which I can fashion a mini-short story. Optimum page count would be five pages, double-spaced, so I need a fast little story arc.
Please provide me with a theme, an image, or a premise. And, yes: there are sometimes children at these events. "Dark" is okay, but it should be transmutable into PG-13 material.
Thank you.
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OK. I was going to pitch this one to the TV networks myself, thinking made-for-TV movie, but who can resist a damsel in distress?
Premise: Debris from the Chinese satellite-killer test is heading for the International Space Station. The European Space Agency launches a rescue mission, but in-fighting between German engineers and French trade unions leads to a space craft where the computer cables are 14 cm too short. No matter the crew presses on until they hit he debris field while the various nationalities aboard are in a heated argument over whether smoking on-board should be allowed.
NASA "brass" decide another rescue attempt would be a "suicide" mission. Enter a Tommy-Lee-Jones type "maverick" mission specialist who says it could be done. Too risky for regular astronauts, he visits the Houston penitentiary were they have an astronaut training program for convicts--all hard core. Here is where you get to assemble a stereotypical collection of misfits that would make TV network executives' hearts skip two beats! Include obligatory weight-lifting scene and an advanced calculus "throwdown" between two rival groups of inmates. Think "Stomp The Yard". With calculus. Who has the experience to handle such a mission? Lisa Nowak. of course. Doing her time at the Houston Pen., she agrees to head up the mission in exchange for a full Presidential pardon. To add more "suspense," have Angelina Jolie visiting the ISS on a morale-boosting mission, or something to do with "spotting" Global Warming. Add Nancy Pelosi's daughter, too(no need to check if she has one). That will add additional "political edge" and explain why Bush can't risk saying "no!"
Outcome? What do you think?
Hope this helps!
If you don't like that one, how about the "Stomp The Yard" gang going up against Iran's best in a winner-take-all "stepping contest" in order to prevent all-out war???? I smell a classic!
Posted by: Darrell at March 10, 2007 09:07 PM (X52Zv)
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Yeah; that'll all fit in five pages.
Posted by: Attila Girl at March 10, 2007 10:54 PM (0CbUL)
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I bet it would!
How about a modern tale of love? For their anniversary, a wife decides to have a sex-change operation because of an off-hand remark by a right-wing commentator thrown her husband's way. Independently, her husband decides the same. He wants to beat that commentator at her own game, only left-of-center style. He's also harbors a secret wish to see his wife with another woman, only he is too possessive and controlling to let any other human being be with his wife.They both go to Thailand to get things done quick and cheap. Imagine the surprise when the anniversary rolls around. Set it in Ojai, California, and it could be "The Gift of the Ojai". . .
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Note to "Law and Order" writers: If you're going to steal that plot line and add James Carville details "coincidentally," have the wife win the Presidential race afterward. This will speak to our sexist society, even though Jeane Kirkpatrick could have won it twenty years ago. I'll sue otherwise. Oh, and make a few references about the husband looking like a 6"2" penis before(show a silhouette on the wall). . .and the same, only wearing a "French tickler" afterward.
Last try for your contest(really!). Jane has two pairs of socks--hot pink and blue. She is meeting friends for a late lunch at 1:30. Her iPod is pink. What is she to do?
Posted by: Darrell at March 11, 2007 01:29 PM (P/l60)
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This one is painfully easy; she wears one pink sock, and one blue sock, carries the iPod, and wears one blue dangly earring--set off by a silver stud on the other ear.
I would, of course, make sure that both pairs of socks are high-quality cashmere.
Easy schmeasy!
Posted by: Attila Girl at March 11, 2007 02:39 PM (7H00g)
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A couple drive down the road. They seen a man carrying a chainsaw and a case of Bud Light. The man wants to give him a ride, the woman doesn't because she has better taste and hates Bud Light.
Continue...
If it was (sort of) good enough for a Super Bowl commercial it's good enough for your party.
Posted by: Sean Hackbarth at March 11, 2007 07:28 PM (/qEp0)
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February 11, 2007
Getting Paid For It
I want to send a short story in to an electronic magazine, but I'm not sure I want to let it go yet. I'm not sure it's "finished."
And, of course, I'm afraid I'll fall afoul of the rules against selling babies or body organs or freshly killed game or one's writing or one's body.
I do not want to do the wrong thing, you know.
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eMagazines? On the Sat's word analogy test, isn't eMagazine the answer when given the exemplars "blood-coughing crackwhore" and "prostitution hierarchy"?
Eg. (blank) is to writer's compensation, as "blood-coughing crackwhore" is to "prostitution hierarchy"
Aim high. Until a single arrow fills your quiver. . .
Posted by: Darrell at February 11, 2007 08:52 PM (UwdCz)
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Like a weblog post you can never play with or edit a piece of writing enough. There's always something you can change. At some point you just have to let it go. Let it go! Then see what happens.
Posted by: Sean Hackbarth at February 11, 2007 11:27 PM (QJ5cf)
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Unlike a blogpost though, you can't fiddle with it after it is published.
I never never never catch everything before I hit "submit". And not just spelling and grammar snafus, but dorky word choices and other such that would be far more embarrasing than something you could blame on a lazy editor.
Posted by: Desert Cat at February 12, 2007 03:38 PM (B2X7i)
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Cat, I can fiddle with any post I write. If I make a rare major change I point that out.
Posted by: Sean Hackbarth at February 12, 2007 08:13 PM (QJ5cf)
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I'm talking about an article you submit for publication elsewhere.
Posted by: Desert Cat at February 12, 2007 08:17 PM (xdX36)
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I usually give them one last edit before I send them out. That edit generally introduces enough errors--word repetitions, etc.--to keep the story from getting accepted.
Posted by: Attila Girl at February 12, 2007 10:42 PM (0CbUL)
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Use Ernest Hemingway as your pseudonym and you're sure to be rejected every time.
Posted by: Sean Hackbarth at February 13, 2007 03:46 PM (QJ5cf)
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You're just trying to make me feel better. I'm not having it!
Posted by: Attila Girl at February 13, 2007 05:42 PM (KVP4Z)
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Just stick with what works, I always say.
Posted by: Darrell at February 13, 2007 08:42 PM (MTzmV)
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December 26, 2006
Crais Rawks.
I
should read the rest of his books; they're very witty.
Maybe too witty.
The dimwits in my writers' groups would say that I have a competitive vibe going with "Mr. Repartee-Bloodbath."
But they'd be flattering me.
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