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The Voice of Autumn

Lughnasa                                                                     Honey Moon

Even though the heat blazed down like mid-July today, the twilight comes much earlier. The wind moving among the trees in our woods sounds like the voice of autumn, not the return of mid-summer.  May it be so.

My heart has already begun its turn inward, the work of Loki’s Children and Changes, a novel after the trilogy is done, beginning to dominate my early morning and post-nap moments.  No, I’ve not made the complete transition yet, the bells have not yet rung, but soon, soon the night will begin falling earlier, the state fair will be finished and Michaelmas just around the corner.

September 29th is daughter-in-law Jen’s birthday and Michaelmas.  Michaelmas was the date that began school terms in England and can be seen, as a friend once noted, as the springtime of the soul.  It is the holy day of St. Michael, the archangel, the warrior of god.  A complicated day with many threads woven into to its tapestry.  All this is within a month or so now, the year has begun to change.

Various

Lughnasa                                                                    Honey Moon

Got my second pneuma-vax since I got one before age 65.  That was fun.

Loki’s Children has begun to occupy front space in my mind, turning to it in the morning now when I’m at my best.  Work in the garden early, while it’s still moderately cool, then inside for the a.m.

After Missing has gone through its final paces with beta readers and Robert Kleim, I’ll begin seeking agents.  In fact I plan to develop a list this week, so I’ll be ready when a final draft is.

Two things to do this week in addition to others:  1.  Make candles.  2. Finally install our CD changer that we filled up a couple of months ago.

Medicating Mother Nature

Lughnasa                                                                         Honey Moon

Quiet has fallen here, though the temperature has not.  9 pm in late August and the temp outside is 75, the dewpoint 65.  And we’re heading into a week of high dewpoints and temps above 90, Friday right now comes in at 96.  This is the time when we start to cool down, head toward fall, this year, no.  As Paul Douglas, local meteorologist said in a recent column, “Mother nature needs to be medicated.”

As things calm down and drift back toward normal, I’ll look at the edits the copy editor made on my sample pages.  He charges $20 an hour and estimates 50 hours for the book, so that’s $1,000.  That’s a lot, yes, but to put the final polish on the manuscript before it goes to agents and publishers, probably worth it.  But I have to believe he’ll deliver.  That’s why I want to check the edits carefully.

After the nap today, I began to feel rested again.  The bee vacation has begun to recede though I did spend some time today looking at candle making videos.  The candle mold I purchased makes 8 tapers.  I also bought 100 feet of wick, so I’m ready to go as soon as the wax rendering is complete.

The Family That Sprays Together

Lughnasa                                                               Honey Moon

In what has become a Monday ritual I filled the green plastic sprayers with Qualify IMAG0762(vegetative) and Brix Blaster (reproductive) solutions and hit the garden well before 8 am.  There’s apparently something about plant physiology that makes between 4 am and 8 am the optimal time to spray.  The probability of me doing anything at 4 am is not high so I always run closer to 8.

After that I putzed around with Scrivener, trying to learn how to make the compiled version of Missing 3.1 look the way I want it to.  Compiling takes everything you have in a long document and gives it a uniform look and feel, chapter headings, font size, pagination, paragraph treatments.  It has a lot of parts and I don’t understand this aspect of the program as well I would like, but I finally got to a place I liked pretty well.

After printing out a single space version for Lonnie  Helgeson, I sent five pages to a copy editor for a sample rewrite.  He’s returned those pages already and I’ll review them tomorrow morning.

 

One More Step Along the Way

Lughnasa                                                                    Honey Moon

Finished entering Kate’s edits into the third revision of Missing, call it 3.1 right now.  Tomorrow I’m going to print out a copy for Lonnie, after jiggering with Scrivener so that it indicates chapters the way I want.

It’s time to pull out the information from that course I took back in March on finding an agent.  This is the step I’ve skipped so far and one I’m going to pursue with determination now.  If I have to do it, I’ll submit directly to publishers.  This book is of high enough quality to publish, I’m sure of it.  Now I have to find the connections to make that happen.

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It’s also time to pick up the research for Loki’s Children and get to work on that, too. I contacted Greg and told him I wanted to restart the Latin on October 4th and go until May 1st.  This is roughly the fallow season for our gardens and I’ll use it to advance my Latin skills as well writing Loki’s Children.  Looking forward to busy winter.

Energy Gathering

Lugnasa                                                                      Honey Moon

 

Feeling, I don’t know, untethered.  I’ve been regular with the garden and bee work, doing the usual home based things, but since I let Missing go and Latin, too, I’ve not felt like I have an anchor in my day to day.  Weird, since all the other stuff is part of my life, too, but the writing is core.  Yet I’ve wanted some space from it. Kate gave me back the manuscript a couple of days ago but I find myself resisting sitting down and entering the edits.  It feels like I’ve touched it maybe a bit too much.  I will do it though and soon. There is a sense I have, a lingering back of the head tickle, that I set stuff aside and ignore it to build up, what?  Motivation?  Impetus?  A strange kind of energy, almost guilt as a form of power.  Of course, I may have the cause and effect backwards.  It may be that the energy and the almost guilt highlight, underline, emphasize the time I spend away from a project.  Anyhow the two are mixed up together somehow and I have an odd confidence in them, that these forces will impel me back to the work I need to do without doing psychological damage in the process. Expect to see progress notes at the beginning of the week.  I can feel it coming.

Finished. Again.

8/10/2013   Lughnasa                                                         State Fair Moon

With the site down I forgot finishing the putzy work for the third revision.  Ended yesterday.  That means Kate will take it now and read it with an editor’s eye for grammar, spelling, sentence construction.  My chief concerns for this revision lie in the main character’s voice, is it unique enough, in action, is there enough of it, and in the overall narrative arc, is it tight?  In this version Missing is around 110,000 words, right in the sweet spot for novel length.  Not too long, not too short, but just right.

Next up writing wise is research and writing on Loki’s Children, volume 2 of the Unmaking trilogy.  I look forward to it.  It represents a different challenge than book I in which world building, character introduction and development necessarily absorbed a lot of space.  There will be new characters in Loki’s Children, but the core characters are now in the story:  John, Leth, Graham, Constance, Merlin, Cromarty, Bragg, Gullen, Arton, Cernunnos, the Wyrm.  The map of Tailte is clear to me, though it needs to be put on paper by someone who can draw.  It will have additions in Loki Children, but the main continent is there, plus the oceans and islands.  Loki’s Children will step up the action with various quests of critical importance.

Volume III, the Unmaking, remains fuzzy to me, but I’m sure it will become more clear as work on Loki’s Children goes forward.  When the editing and rechecking is done on Missing, it will be time to start shopping it to agents.  I’m ready to do this, even eager.

Gratitude

Lughnasa                                                               Honey Moon

In the now long ago a spiritual director told me that the key component of spirituality is gratitude.

Let this first post after our hiatus be one of gratitude.  Bill Schmidt, thank you!  This wasn’t easy as it turned out and I’m grateful for the perseverance and skill.

I’ve known Bill for over 25 years as Woolly Mammoth and friend.

Flower and Leaf

Summer                                                               Moon of the First Harvests

A torpor always follows completion of a manuscript and it set in today.  It’s a sort of aimlessness, a nothing to do so what could I possibly do sort of feeling.  Yes there is a tension between doing and not doing and yes sometimes I fear that the doing is only a way to shove aside the great fear, the dread of dying.  And, further yes, sometimes I fear that I lean too far toward the doing and away from acceptance and that the torpor I describe only underscores it.

And it may be so.  It may be that I write, garden, learn Latin, get involved in politics and family only to push back the confrontation with my own non-being.  It may be so.

Or it may be that I do these things because they are my flower and leaf, that they are the what I am.  That is my belief.  In doing these things I do what a lily does when it pushes up from its corm, strikes a thick green blade through the earth, gets to sunlight and puts on leaves and flowers.  I am this variety of human.  In this sense those things I do are not avoidance, but completion.

This time between creative efforts becomes a fallow time like the fall and winter months, a time to gather in energy and prepare for the next growing season.  Perhaps lilies, after the flower has bloomed, the seeds are made and leaf and stalk have died back wonder, too, what is my purpose now? I am not what I can be, so am I avoiding my end?  No says the older, wiser lily.  Not at all.  Now is when you become stronger, able to support more flowering.  We do not end, this older lily might say, but develop in such a way that others follow after us.  May it be so.

Files and Piles

Summer                                                                             Moon of the First Harvest

First morning in a while that the first thing on my mind has not been Missing.  Feels good.

I plan to see Pacific Rim today.  What’s not to like about Godzilla versus giant robots?

Once I finish the putzy stuff I mentioned I have some further reorganizing of files and piles, the library and study.  Then, I will begin work on Loki’s Children.

The Latin will come back on line, too.  I’ll probably do some more translating, perhaps for the month of August, though I might read some of the works on Ovid and the Augustan period, too.

Main focus is on the garden through September which means it gets prime time.  Gotta have some heat though.  Much as I like the cool weather, the plants demand heat to produce best in this part of the growing season.