It turns out that my broken frames aren’t made any more, so I had to have my old lenses fit into whatever frames they had that would hold them.
I think I lucked out there.
1) A visual compendium of notable haircuts in popular music.
2) The origins of Superman’s villains, done in the style of Little Nemo In Slumberland>.
3) Amazing manhole covers in Japan.
4) Lord of the Rings in Lego (via Rose Fox)
5) The Silmarillion, bound and illustrated by hand.
6) The many difficult decisions around crossing a street in Los Angeles.
7) “There is widespread belief in a warm and comforting story which states the horse is a gentle herbivore.” From the description of Deadly Equines: The Shocking True Story of Meat-Eating and Murderous Horses by CuChullaine O’Reilly (seen via Ray Radlein)
Yesterday I was making the rounds signing copies of my books and, as I was walking to my first B&N, I pushed up my slipping glasses and heard a tink!
And my glasses fell off my face in two pieces. The metal bridge finally succumbed to fatigue and snapped apart.
How can you tell I’m cool?
Hell yeah.
By the way, none of the B&Ns in town had copies of Circle of Enemies in stock. Hurricane Irene delayed them, I’m told. Can I tell you how happy I am that the biggest bookstore chain in the country won’t stock my books in a great many of their stores until at least a week after it’s come out?
This is how happy I am:
Anyway, my wife “fixed” them by wrapping a wire around the nose bridge and hot-melt gluing it in place. That’s better than tape, I guess? I think she’s mad at me.
1. I have promised a thread for spoilery discussions of the Twenty Palaces books. I have not forgotten this promise.
2. Today is the day I travel around Seattle (by bus!) signing book stock in stores. Fun! Okay, not. Actually, it’ll be a good time to do some reading and thinking about item 3.
3. My agent got back to me with some notes about A Key, An Egg, An Unfortunate Remark. They seem very straightforward but will require a bit of fixing to address. Must turn on brain.
4. My agent has also shamed me into replacing my phone. Let us not speak of this further.
5. The Livestrong calorie counter is making me rethink my devotion to kielbasa and peanut butter.
6. Booster Gold is a terrific character.
7. My email inbox has been exploding for weeks. I’m not sure what to do about it, but I have to do something.
8. Last night was date night for my wife and me. Unfortunately, our sitter never showed (don’t know why) so we ended up cooking some quick, sorta-crappy food and then rushing out to Elliott Bay Marina to see “Cirque du Sail” a couple who travel around the world on their sailboat, with their kids, and pay their way by doing acrobatic shows in the rigging for donations. Last night was the final Seattle show but they’ll be in San Francisco in a few days. They’re very good. Check it out if you can.
9. One the way to the Marina last night, my wife turned to me and said “Thanks for coming to see this thing with me.” I said: “Hey, it’s Date Night! We just had bad food and now we’re going to see some unlikely entertainment. The only difference is that we’re dragging the boy behind us in a little red wagon.” Date night, everybody.
10. Time to get out of here and start signing. Have a great holiday weekend, Holiday Weekend People.
So, I watched FRIGHT NIGHT in the first week of its release, and I’m a little stymied that it’s not doing so well. Maybe I shouldn’t be; it was dumped at the ass end of August when theaters are filled with crap and crowded with successful movies still pulling in ticket sales. There were literally two theaters where I could see it.
Thing is, it’s actually a good movie. Scary, kinda gory but not too bad (I can’t stand really gory gross movies) and filled with terrific performances. Farrell plays the vampire Jerry Dandridge as an odd, alarming guy with a number of weird tics. And why not? This is a dude who spends a whole, whole lot of time alone.
The other actors do a great job, too: David Tennant gets the flashy, wacky Peter Vincent sidekick role which almost overshadows the great performances from the two leads. The story loses something when it turns away from the fading TV show host, but at least it dropped the god-awful “true love reborn.” They should have held it until October when horror movies traditionally do well.
Anyway, it’s a terrific movie with some fantastic tension; I recommend it. One of the reasons I wanted to talk about it, though, is that I’ve seen a number of people talking about the vampire as a monster. Vampires should not, they assert, be emo love kittens, nor should they sparkle, nor should they be anything but skilled, violent killers.
That’s even made explicit in the film, which I suppose is necessary since sympathetic vampires have been so popular that they needed to draw a line between those other stories and this one. The vampire is compared to the shark in JAWS early on. It’s a predator.
None of which is new. Some of this is contempt for the feminine and things perceived to be meant for women (“Alpha male romantic lead? Cooties!”). Some of this is simply because people love vampire-as-monster and have no interest in other interpretations.
Me, I’m glad to see it. I think vampires are flexible enough to carry all sorts of different stories, and people’s willingness to portray them not as an invading evil (Stoker’s Dracula was portrayed as an ugly Slavic immigrant come to steal wholesome Victorian women) but in any number of ways: Lover, friend, oddball neighbor, steadfast ally… Kevin Hearne’s books have a vampire lawyer in them. It’s the process of turning outsiders and monsters in to fully-rounded individuals, of acknowledging they have real humanity.
I’m for it.
That was my wife and son’s reaction when I read the final line of The Hobbit to them last night. (It was this edition, so we had to stop often to admire the artwork–although I can’t say I was fond of the way the elves were portrayed.)
As family reading time goes, this was a long one, or maybe it just seemed long because I was the only one reading it. Usually we trade chapters between the three of us, but there was no way I was going to ask my dyslexic wife to read all those dwarf names over and over. That would have been hell for her. And since my son is not enthusiastic about reading aloud at the best of times, I gladly took on the task myself.
The only problem: we were watching DVD previews of… something last week (not a good sign, eh?) and the LOTR blue ray was one of them my son was startled to hear Elijah Wood say the name “Gandalf.”
“Didn’t you know?” I said. “The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings are set in the same world. They’re connected.”
“Oh. Let’s read those next.”
And my heart sank. I’m happy that he’s (finally) warming up to fantasy, but there’s no way I can ask my wife to read LOTR aloud, so all the books would be on me and me alone.
Not only that, but much of Fellowship… is freaking dire. I’m sorry; I know there are people out there who lurve the books so much they read them every year or whatever, but too much of the early travel stuff is just tedious. And Bilbo’s birthday party takes forever to get to.
I’m tempted to break the family rule and skip the books in favor of the movies.
Here’s an interview with me at The Quillery, for those who like to read this sort of thing. There’s also a chance to win all three books in a giveaway.
Circle of Enemies comes out today, and I’m supposed to be working on this novelette, but damn, I’m feeling pretty damn distracted. So! I’ll blog about writing again, because that always makes me a little extra crazy.
Let me start off by saying this is how I do it; I’m not advocating it as a method anyone else should adopt. In fact, considering how slowly I write, I should probably only offer it as a cautionary tale.
Anyway! Lists and resources. I’ve said before that I’m both an outliner and a make-it-up-as-I-go-along-er, mainly because outlining the beginning helps me decide if there’s enough story to make a whole book of things, and I’ve found it’s useless to try to plan out an ending because I can never tell what resources a story is going to give me.
Which isn’t to say I don’t have an ending to aim at. Game of Cages started off with the second scene at the food bank and the whole book was written with that in mind. But I didn’t know how I would get there until shortly before I wrote it.
But the outline (and the theme, if I have one) are all resources I use for the beginning of the book. I’m sort of circling around this because it sounds stupid in my head as I write it, but when I’m starting a story it’s this huge, nebulous thing. I envision it as a huge cloud of possibility. Within a few specific parameters (that it will be created using text, and that text, no matter how it is laid out, will be experienced by the reader in a linear manner even if the story it tells isn’t linear) all things are possilble.
Then I begin to collapse those possibilities by making choices (usually on the basis of “Does this sound cool?”: I choose a genre. I design a protagonist. I decide that a certain personal/cultural issue that has been bugging me lately will make a good theme. All of those things narrow my choices so that certain options are no longer open to me, however, they also give me the resources to create the story and solve story problems.
Which maybe seems obvious, but it’s important for me to think of it in that way. When I’m stuck on a plot point, I make a specific list of story resources to get through it. It’s not always a written list, but the tough ones get written down. This is what it looks like:
1. Who are the characters in this situation?
2. What specifically do they want right now?
3. What resources[1] do they have available?
4. What self-imposed limits do they have on their behavior?
5. What are the characters’ relationship to the other characters, their goals, limits, etc?
[1] I’m using “resources” differently here than in the rest of the post. As a writer, I create resources w/in the story to tell it. The characters, though, have their own resources within their own fictional worlds: money, skills, friends, contacts, privileges, etc. An FBI agent has different resources than a florist, and they’ll bring very different tools to bear on a specific dilemma.
All those questions are important, but the first four won’t make an interesting story without that fifth one. It’s the way the characters feel about each other that makes the story interesting.
Anyway, I’ve never met a plot problem I couldn’t solve with those five questions, even if it takes a little brainworking. The really tough ones are when I’ve made a mistake earlier in the story, and I have to hunt back to a place where I’ve used something that isn’t in the story: usually an invalid relationship, usually centered on two people cooperating when they should be at odds. A great many of my story problems come from characters who help each other when they absolutely shouldn’t.
And sometimes the solution will come from something I didn’t expect. To make up examples: a character has to fight somebody, but are there weapons he can use? Hey, didn’t he just steal a key ring in the scene before? And didn’t my former brother-in-law scare the shit out of my teenage self by making a fist with keys sticking through his fingers?
Or an amateur sleuth wants to stake out somebody’s house. In a previous scene, her brother said he was a cab driver (a job I gave him at random) so maybe she could hire him to park on the corner with the meter running?
The same held true for the climax (Don’t worry, I won’t spoil it) of Circle of Enemies: I had no idea where it was going to take place. Nada. I fretted over for a little while before I realized I needed to make a list. Because this wasn’t a plot problem, all I did was list all the locations I’d used in the book so far. Three seconds later it was obvious where the scene had to happen. In fact, it seemed so perfect and obvious that it was almost formula.
Other writers call this “serendipity” or “gifts from the muse.” Me, I think that the language I use to think about my writing process affects the process, and calling it “serendipity” externalizes it too much. It moves it to a realm outside myself that I can’t control, making it chancy.
I much prefer to acknowledge those “gifts from the muse” are really a natural part of telling a story, in which details build on each other, becoming… well, a story creates problems that needs to be solved within the story, and those details are the toolbox I use to get to the end.
That’s how I see it, anyway.
Chapter one is available for free right here.
Lenard came up behind me. “You’re taking him?”
“He’s here and Ty isn’t,” Arne said, “so yeah. I sure as hell can’t take you. Stay here just in case. He only has to drive a car—as long as he doesn’t point the grill at Seattle and take off, he’ll be fine. Besides, if I show up with you, they’ll probably make us mow the lawn or something.”
Lenard laughed. “Fuck you. Those guys have Japs do their landscaping. They’d make me patch the roof.”
“I’ll be two hours at least. Probably three. Go into the kitchen while I’m gone and wash some dishes. Make yourself useful.”
“Hey, I was born in this country, just like you. I’ll do a day’s work when I see you do one.”
“Don’t hold your breath,” Arne said. “No shit, Lenard. Be careful.”
“Always.”
Arne turned to me. “Let’s go for a drive, Ray. You owe me.”
He started toward the front door, and I followed. I’d always trailed after him, going from one place to another. It felt natural to let him lead me around, and the feeling—that if I did what he wanted he’d eventually give me what I needed—was startlingly familiar.
And he was right. I did owe him. Continue reading