tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46717193232668875612024-03-13T23:04:04.747-04:00MAYHEMJack Welling is a writer whose topics include deceit, lies, murder, unreliable women, unfaithful men, unrepentant sinners, and inattentive gods. Collect the whole set. jack wellinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06666545887771905191noreply@blogger.comBlogger780125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671719323266887561.post-58774169914038175762023-08-07T16:34:00.002-04:002023-08-07T16:34:34.699-04:00Where We Go<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/9/9d/Map_of_the_Canary_Islands.svg/800px-Map_of_the_Canary_Islands.svg.png?20200626145711" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="355" data-original-width="800" height="178" src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/9/9d/Map_of_the_Canary_Islands.svg/800px-Map_of_the_Canary_Islands.svg.png?20200626145711" width="400" /></a></div>At left, a map of the Canary Islands offered on wikicommons without copyright. Thanks, Oona.<p></p><p><br /></p><p>I've been away as if on a long series of travels broken only by the Covid and its ilk. </p><p>I spent a lot of time trapped in the doldrums of my own making. It takes a bit to get through them with only one oar though I have.</p><p><br /></p><p>And now, the plotting and the scribbling in margins and the drafting and editing and re-editing and fretting as our byline becomes "not quite right for us." </p><p><br /></p><p>Time to live on the island of composition. I hope your ink is flowing. </p><p><br /></p><p>Mind the mayhem. </p>jack wellinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06666545887771905191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671719323266887561.post-48996186632821089822021-06-09T11:16:00.003-04:002021-06-09T11:16:48.774-04:00The Falsehoods of Common Household Appliances<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/e0/Dishwasher_with_dishes.JPG/800px-Dishwasher_with_dishes.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/e0/Dishwasher_with_dishes.JPG/800px-Dishwasher_with_dishes.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>It lies.<p></p><p>It is filled with falsehoods instead of dishes.<br /></p><p>I ask it "are you clean?" and it will respond "sure" in an absent tone as if it can't be bothered to look away from ESPN. Its German accent is grating at these times.<br /></p><p>I start putting the dishes away and - surprise - some egg from breakfast.</p><p>"Did you do this?" </p><p>"Do what?"</p><p>I hold up the plate.</p><p>"This, right here." I'm pointing madly with emphasis. "You said you were clean."</p><p>Then, laughter. It's a horrible sound: the laughter of an appliance.</p><p> </p><p>Wanted: Dishwasher. Must not be pathological liar. <br /></p><p><br /></p>jack wellinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06666545887771905191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671719323266887561.post-45153563787373465992021-02-04T21:04:00.005-05:002021-02-04T21:07:04.996-05:00On It<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/f/fd/Waterman_MG_1951.JPG/1599px-Waterman_MG_1951.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" height="133" src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/f/fd/Waterman_MG_1951.JPG/1599px-Waterman_MG_1951.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>Image on wikicommons thanks to Rama. Thanks Rama. Nicely done.<br /> <p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>We're plotting and writing scenes.</p><p><br /></p><p>You know that whole "welling up out of your soul" business? It happens.</p><p><br /></p><p>I'm working on a piece of genre fiction. I have the beast plotted in the first form of "here ... to ... there" and I understand the transformations in the protagonist I wish to portray for the reader.</p><p><br /></p><p>I'm on it. I'm putting together scene drafts (what needs to happen in the text) to link some key elements.</p><p><br /></p><p>I'll be drafting in full next week. </p><p><br /></p><p>It's been three years. Time enough. Back on the horse.</p><p>I still miss Dean. Died too damn soon; and too damn quickly.</p><p>Selfish of me. Meh - I too am a flawed character.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>jack wellinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06666545887771905191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671719323266887561.post-147277512242231002020-11-13T20:15:00.001-05:002020-11-13T20:15:23.345-05:00That Ink Will Be Fine<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c2/Rio_Madre_de_Dios%2C_Peru.JPG/1600px-Rio_Madre_de_Dios%2C_Peru.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c2/Rio_Madre_de_Dios%2C_Peru.JPG/1600px-Rio_Madre_de_Dios%2C_Peru.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Queue the rain : my ink pot had dried up.<p></p><p><br /></p><p>I'm adding water and a jungle to my writing desk. Can you call it a writing desk when you've been using it to tie flies?<br /></p><p> </p><p>Off for a lovely story set in a tropical resort. Fill the pens. Call the parrots. Import the detective.</p><p>It's such a lovely place for murder.<br /></p>jack wellinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06666545887771905191noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671719323266887561.post-27682238500014609962019-06-02T12:09:00.000-04:002019-06-02T12:09:09.648-04:00Cue the Laughter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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At left, an image of Caruso as Pagliacci.<br />
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Hope all is well for all. I'm writing instead of writing about writing. It makes for an inactive blog but it drives forward my goals and so ... <br />
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I've been working a draft and it has been hard.<br />
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I have discovered that my very dark story about the very dark topic of murder does better with humor.<br />
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To make humor, the reflection of the thing must be funny -- not the thing itself.<br />
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It isn't the joke. It is the effect of the joke.<br />
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Not unlike horror.<br />
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I'm off to work on prose. I hope all of you are as well. <br />
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<br />jack wellinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06666545887771905191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671719323266887561.post-10625271433726899022018-12-05T07:50:00.002-05:002018-12-06T06:26:42.835-05:00The Pen, The Pen, The Pen<br />
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<img alt="LAMY studio black Fountain pen" src="https://www.lamy.com/produktdaten/content/e34/e58/e470/Lamy_studio_067_Fountain_pen_black_eng.png" /><br />
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Above, image from Lamy's web site used here for illustration: the Lamy Studio Pen. (<a href="https://www.lamy.com/eng/b2c/studio/067_black" target="_blank">here</a>).<br />
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If you are looking for that perfect Christmas gift to make the long nights in the laundry room a little more bearable in the next year, the Lamy Studio fountain pen is a pretty nice item to put on the list.<br />
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I've burned several tens of thousands of pages with mine. I like it is much today as when it was new from the box. More so, really. The nib has flattened and shaped itself to my writing stroke and glides without effort across the page. That helps with those difficult scenes.<br />
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I've a couple pens with which I'll travel and I always have a Kaweco Lilliput in copper hanging around my writing bag. The studio stays at my writing desk and in it I find comfort early in the morning or late in the evening.<br />
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The act of composing works best for me when I am on an even keel and able to use my most creative impulses for my prose. I'm not solving some interpersonal issue in the background or worrying about finances or even thinking about a new boat I shouldn't buy.<br />
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I'm writing.<br />
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The tactile familiarity that comes from a pen which is now a comfort helps transport me to my story, my characters' minds, and my vaguest of plot intentions.<br />
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I know a great many writers compose on the keyboard. Save the backspace key!<br />
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Try a little longhand and the cross-out. The composition pass of transposing your longhand chapter into the electronic format gives you that "one more chance" to tune the prose before committing it to your opus. Hemingway did this with his writing.<br />
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Besides, a little ink stain on your finger looks writer-ly when you stop by the coffee shop. Anybody can wear a big woolly sweater. Inked fingers? There's a mark of distinction.<br />
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Okay. So the noise canceling headphones might be a better idea to deaden the sound of the dryer while you write.<br />
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I lived in a laundry room for a few years. I can sympathize. The card table upon which I wrote evolved into the sorting and folding table so I had to move.<br />
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It's difficult to plot a murder while under the threat of the leaning tower of underwear.<br />
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Consider the pen. It feels good in the hand.<br />
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<br />jack wellinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06666545887771905191noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671719323266887561.post-24839581769842997912018-11-13T06:29:00.001-05:002018-11-13T06:29:17.859-05:00The Clarity of Weather<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Left, trees in Colorado as photographed by Tim McCabe for the US Department of Agriculture. Image hosted on wikicommons. Public domain image.<br />
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A little change in the weather here and things become clearer. I don't have quite this much snow but it is a Christmas Card out there this morning. Roads are almost clear. Snow clings on grass and trees.<br />
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It'll be gone as the sun rises and the slightest breeze comes past us.<br />
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The snow acts as a filter bringing the deep shadows of the trees into sharp focus. It's a neat trick.<br />
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I've had to break a chapter into two.<br />
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I hate doing that but there are things a reader must know and putting all in one chapter can be a tedious slog.<br />
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Re-write for the absolute barest details relayed in the sharpest of dialog interspersed with narrative summary, Split into two related settings as an excuse to split the chapter.<br />
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It isn't a technique I use with the greatest ease but I've read it in the works of better writers. I use the inspiration.<br />
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I'm looking at snow and contemplating summer writing workshops. I'm focused on the deeper shadows.<br />
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In the interim, the season of snow and ink. The seasonal confinement brings into focus the need to write while the call of other activity is low.<br />
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So, to snow, to snow. It's off to write I go.<br />
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<br />jack wellinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06666545887771905191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671719323266887561.post-29626957125956511742018-11-08T21:34:00.002-05:002018-11-08T21:34:40.499-05:00Old Friends<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Image at left from Rodrigo Paredes of Argentina and hosted on wikicommons.<br />
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I encountered a group of old friends today and was struck at how easily we took up conversations suspended for years. Helps that they're my countrymen and in our part of the world, this is how things go.<br />
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We'll probably end up in the same hermit colony.<br />
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It occurred to me that introductions and new interactions are frequently the stuff of commercial fiction.<br />
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When was the last scene you remember coming across where the characters had a great deal more history and context behind the encounter than the reader knows? How was it handled?<br />
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I recall a business encounter with a close friend also in the business ... she kissed me on the cheek. My subordinates were shocked. I was a little shocked, too. That doesn't happen much in my world.<br />
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Would make a great scene, though.<br />
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Unexpected familiarity makes a great bit of drama on the page both for the reader and for the other characters in the scene. Yes, we have to provide context; but, we don't have to tell the reader everything.<br />
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Old friends make a great encounter I haven't used enough.jack wellinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06666545887771905191noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671719323266887561.post-74758904676825810172018-11-06T08:33:00.000-05:002018-11-06T08:33:02.663-05:00The Scene I Have to Write<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A public domain image at left of a first folio edition of Shakespeare's plays. Image hosted on wikicommons.<br />
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I'm sure it happened to the bard. There are scenes don't work well in the end and are cut or changed or mashed into some other scene.<br />
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We have to write them in the draft.<br />
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I call it "hamming it up" -- where there seems to be a payoff scene I want so badly to write but I know that in the end I'll probably cut or re-craft it to a fraction of what I desire to compose.<br />
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I have a story about a Madoff-style grift in action. We never see the end as the payoff in the story is a relationship change between two principal characters. <br />
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For years, each draft included the beautiful explanation of the intricacies of the fraud. The story suffered for it. In the final draft, the fraud is just a passing thing described as if a baseball game. There's "Tiger's won 2-to-1 in the eleventh" and there's the detail description of every pitch in the last three innings.<br />
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I find scenes I have to write. I have to get them out. They're close to the pitch-by-pitch business above.<br />
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I hope now that on the "second pass" I will clean-up all this indulgence because I know when I start out on the page the first time that I'm wasting the ink.<br />
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These scenes make us happy. I at least have to write them. They encourage the longer work.<br />
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I wonder at what scenes Shakespeare "had" to draft that he later discarded as indulgent?<br />
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I wonder if he had any? Did he tell himself the story over and over until he'd pared down all the fluff before he took up the pen?<br />
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I'd like to know.<br />
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He paid more for his ink than I do mine. Did he place a higher value on committing it to paper?jack wellinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06666545887771905191noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671719323266887561.post-66221874607376160052018-10-30T20:33:00.000-04:002018-11-01T08:05:11.532-04:00Placing the Clues<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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At left, public domain photograph courtesy the US Forest Service.<br />
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Here, two experts discuss the optimal placement of the second body in the plot map of the story.<br />
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We know the first body comes in the first act. Duh.<br />
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I have a holiday story that I've played with for a few years now. Ugh.<br />
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I hate writing that.<br />
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Anyway, cute opening (for a holiday murder) as my former police detective makes his way to an all night diner where the investigating officer devils him a bit. We learn the officers married sisters and only one marriage took. Only one career took as well.<br />
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Guess which one?<br />
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Anyway, the story just never works in the last two thirds. I'm two slow on the second body and the whole business drags.<br />
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I'm not Chandler. I cannot delay the complication indefinitely. I can't have my character drive around blithely in the car engaging in an internal monologue.<br />
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I need an action event.<br />
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Now, my second body is going to be immaterial to the primary case -- or so we think until the twisty bit at the end. That's beside the point.<br />
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I have to get the reader to the end of the story for any of my slight of hand cleverness to matter.<br />
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I don't know why I haven't realized the second murder comes too late in the story before now. In some versions, I don't even have the second murder.<br />
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I mentioned it is a holiday bit, didn't I?<br />
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I'll make some notes over Thanksgiving and box it for next spring when I'm letting the long-form project cool on ice. This holiday diversion is a short story.<br />
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I can't believe I didn't see that the action was dragging.<br />
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I honestly thought it was the language. I thought the tone was too noir.<br />
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I can be an idiot sometime. Where'd I put the body map?jack wellinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06666545887771905191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671719323266887561.post-81229665988268015202018-10-28T16:19:00.000-04:002018-10-28T17:30:42.066-04:00Ink on the Page<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Here it is at left.<br />
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I'm conducting a complete re-draft of an earlier work because I've figured out how to use a murder to twist a bit of commercial fiction into detective fiction which holds the hook longer.<br />
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At the left of frame, a couple attempts at this chapter. In the composition book, the chapter.<br />
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What you don't see is the set of outline notes (Scrivener) and the handwritten draft after it has undergone another tweak as it is transposed into Scrivener.<br />
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I file my completed longhand chapter in another binder (for reference) and start the next chapter in the composition book which holds my ready-reference of arcs, characters, and bits I think have to go into the tale "somewhere about here."<br />
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I've used this mechanism with success in non-fiction but less so in fiction because - gasp - I had to spend some serious time this year studying the mechanisms of telling a story in long form. Hey, I don't have the M.F.A. and hadn't internalized some of the pieces of fiction upon which I really ought to have had a better handle.<br />
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I had to get smarter. It hurts a little both to say now and to do previously.<br />
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So, pen to paper two or three times to let those little bits of compositional brilliance -- you know the things you think of "on the fly" that end up being the best bits of the piece -- coalesce into a contiguous whole then into the electronic version with the language edit to catch the little errors we make when too absorbed.<br />
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Don't be afraid of the ink. It allows for revision and refinement in a free-form way which is unassuming and keeps the voice of self-doubt at bay. At least, it works for me.<br />
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There's literary fiction hiding behind so many works that are commercially more accessible. Making that change on the page is easier for me in ink.<br />
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Besides, having a little ink on your paw at Sunday dinner is a good feeling.<br />
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We could all use that good feeling about our writing -- especially so when we can have it without saying one word to family or friends about the pursuit.<br />
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Get a little ink on yourself. It's good for the soul.<br />
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Broken egg illustration hosted on wikicommons. Lovely picture courtesy Etat sauvage from 2007. Outstanding image. Thanks for the use.<br />
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You know the type.<br />
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You're at dinner thinking about your writing or something related to your writing being "all quiet" keeping to yourself (because you are that huge introvert nerd writer) and some bore insists in asking what you are thinking about.<br />
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What lie do you tell?<br />
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I mean - honestly. Between us.<br />
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You sit at a dinner with seven other people in a restaurant and you wonder how your murderer can kill 'em all. Maybe he only wants to kill one of them but a little collateral damage isn't that bad. The character is a murderer. He has to do bad stuff.<br />
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Maybe he kills everyone in the restaurant ? Sure.<br />
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He poisons the water supply and just pokes at his food. Everyone else gets it. Of course, he has to explain how he survived when all the other patrons die but there is probably somebody else who makes it. Maybe the redhead bulimic over by the door pulls out, too? <br />
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Hey -- it's not a terrible thing. It's a condition and it might save her life ... if she's in a restaurant full of poisoned people. You play the cards you'e dealt. I'm colorblind so the scintillating alien mind-beam from over in the science fiction stories isn't going to get me. <br />
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My point is you're at dinner and you are plotting the demise of a person, people, a continent. Whatever.<br />
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Somebody pushes and pushes and wants to know your thoughts.<br />
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Do you mention you were thinking of how their liver might go with fava beans?<br />
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Of course not. You lie and say you were thinking of Yosemite or your honeymoon or the Caribbean beach of last winter.<br />
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You can tell me, though.<br />
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You can admit you were thinking the low lift-over tailgate of the new Subaru is perfect for your petite soccer mom contract assassin to drive because it makes her afternoon murder easy to tidy-up after. Maybe if she used the dog ramp to roll the body up into the rear. Hmmm.<br />
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You can tell me.<br />
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The pushy person at the dinner? Well.<br />
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Don't ask what you don't want to know. Every good attorney in a crime novel knows that one.<br />
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Fava beans?<br />
<br />jack wellinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06666545887771905191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671719323266887561.post-15856338443038728892018-10-23T07:51:00.002-04:002018-10-23T08:01:04.317-04:00The Composition Tango<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Nate Grigg allows us to use his photograph at left of hay bales through his generous sharing on wikicommons. Thanks, Nate!<br />
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One after another into the stack they go.<br />
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Bales become time. It isn't 2 o'clock. It's another 130 bales since lunch. Another tier on the stack.<br />
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It's another pass with wagon and bale lift.<br />
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Another paragraph before coffee. Run the edits on chapter seven before eating. Transpose three more chapters into Scrivener before the weekend is over.<br />
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I never knew stacking hay was preparation for the real work I wanted to do. I certainly didn't think so at the time.<br />
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My characters don't spend enough time relaxing as the crew re-positions their yacht for the winter. I thought of this on the way to the day job yesterday morning. I should research the filthy rich. Better scotch. Learn to like caviar on toast points. Maybe bathe in champagne..<br />
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I haven't a story with a filthy rich noir-style protagonist. Ah, the black hearts and broken dream of the super-privileged. There's always angst. There's envy. There's murder.<br />
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I remember a comic from my youth where Scrooge McDuck squared off against the Beagle Boys. Hmm. One versus many. I liked the beagle boys better.<br />
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Sure, it's a not the most identifiable of character schemes. It would however be fantastic research.<br />
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One has to plan and plot.<br />
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Off to the ink. I wonder if I can get a tour of a bank vault if I asked nicely?<br />
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The Britannia 74 below. It's a semi-custom on an established design making it affordable luxury. Even the very wealthy have to be careful with money.<br />
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Lovely yacht.<br />
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<img height="168" src="https://britanniayachts.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/04/BritanniaSunset-1.jpg" width="400" /><br />
<br />jack wellinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06666545887771905191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671719323266887561.post-7501814008841113842018-10-18T19:06:00.003-04:002018-10-18T19:06:57.764-04:00Not Gonna Row Itself<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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At left, an image of a rowboat hosted on wikicommons and made available here by amanderson2. They title this image<i><b> our little row row boat Bled Slovenia</b></i>. I'm assuming the case choice for the title is germane to their intent and have preserved it here.<br />
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The photo is delightful as it illustrates the dilemma of re-casting a novel: it doesn't write itself.<br />
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Sure, we want help with the work. After all, writing is decision making. <b>Usually it is at least 130,000 individual decisions. </b>Having someone make some of those decisions for us would be lovely!<br />
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Is this character too likable? Not likable enough? Too minor and I should bring them back later? Too annoying (Hello, Jar Jar) and I should push them down an elevator shaft in the next act?<br />
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Writing is decision making and even recasting a work that you've passed through a couple drafts requires the entire litany of decisions, again. The feedback from a couple test readers can be a life preserver on a stormy night ... only after the draft is done. <a href="https://www.bulwer-lytton.com/" target="_blank">[ Bulwer Lytton Fiction Prize ]</a><br />
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I'm putting words on the page. I think they're the right words. I'm happy with the words. I've solved plot problems. I've re-crafted characters that needed some attention.<br />
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I'm rowing the boat.<br />
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Just like you.<br />
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It's nice to think I'll go into spring with a full re-write and detail edit of a work that has too long been a problem for me. I suspect if the thing keeps springing into your head over most of a decade, you must tell the story<br />
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What is it Bukowski says about the prose must <i>come bursting out of you</i>? <br />
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He never said it has to come out in the same form in which it goes to publication! <br />
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I'm rowing the boat. I'm scratching the itch. I'm telling the story.<br />
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I'm whistling in the dark walking past my personal graveyard.<br />
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Just like you.<br />
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Keeping pulling on the oars. There's something out there. I can hear it.<br />
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I have clam chowder on the stove. Then, the ink and the snoring of a foxhound.<br />
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Not a bad evening, I think.<br />
jack wellinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06666545887771905191noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671719323266887561.post-24259832127941608312018-10-13T13:04:00.000-04:002018-10-13T13:04:11.677-04:00The Cleaning of the Pens<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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At left, the cleaning of the pens at hand.<br />
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I use the copper Lilliput from Kaweco despite it requiring cartridges. It travels well even on airplanes.<br />
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There is a Lamy Studio pen in there with the ink converter reservoir. Also a couple of Cross pens one of which is an anniversary gift from 1999 and so never leaves the desk, now. It's an adventurous pen.<br />
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I've completed a couple of non-fiction works over the course of the spring and the summer. I've been to Rocky Mountain National Park and Yellowstone Park in that same time. I've chased trout a great deal. I've rolled out a new product to a customer. I've improved my chess game.<br />
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It's been a good year so far but for fiction.<br />
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I have drafted a few incomplete runs at short stories that have gotten stuck in my throat. They're still there.<br />
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I've written a couple of new short stories both of which need some work. One is quite good but needs the polish I haven't done in the last month.<br />
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Now, back to long form fiction and a story I've figured out how to tell.<br />
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Am I good enough yet to tell the story I intend? We'll not know unless I do the work all the way to completion.<br />
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First, the washing of the pens.<br />
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Now, the writing of the prose.<br />
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It'll be a grand autumn. <br />
<br />jack wellinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06666545887771905191noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671719323266887561.post-2963485059181378222018-05-26T09:14:00.002-04:002018-05-26T09:14:23.921-04:00Details, Details<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's been a bit.<br />
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Image at left hosted on wikicommons. Original: Stephane Magnenat. Thanks!<br />
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I told myself I wouldn't update the "writer's blog" until I'd reached a milestone in the latest project. I have.<br />
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So, keep at it. Every word helps.<br />
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The devil is in the details. Good thing old Nick and I are on familiar terms.<br />
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I'm still at it. I'm making progress.jack wellinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06666545887771905191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671719323266887561.post-28947779766678722302018-01-06T13:01:00.002-05:002018-01-06T13:01:36.609-05:00On the Page<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Image above from Przykuta and Ellywa as hosted on wikicommons and used here with attribution.<br />
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I spent some time this holiday going over some iced drafts of short stories from early 2017. Each of the five had been iced after a considerable bit of work marking each as "nearly ready" but for another word choice pass and maybe a little more trimming-down.<br />
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I find in each of the three dark stories I have broken characters but too little of the "broken" part is spilling onto the page. The characters are not sufficiently wounded or react with a sufficient wince to the stories' pin-pricks dwelling on their past mistakes.<br />
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Too little mayhem on the page. I know, right?<br />
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The topics are serious. The conflict is serious (is there any other kind?), the stakes are high; but, the emotional tumult of the situations are inexpertly expressed.<br />
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Remember in <b>The Road</b> the early section where McCarthy has the father and child enter the old gas station and the father picks up a telephone to call his own father's number from the "before" and the child turns asking, "What are you doing?" That pinprick of criticism in a child's voice bringing all the missed opportunities and unfinished business of the "before" and the almost scathing reminder to focus on the "now" resonates so clearly that even my inept relation of the piece here makes sense to you.<br />
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The father is burdened by his memories and experiences of what he lost. The child knows only this present desolation and has no patience for anything but the current, the "now" -- nor should the father indulge himself given the current tumult.<br />
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I need this pinprick of resonance and I've missed it. If my protagonist's adversary is a mirror of his opposite's twisted experience and wounded perspective, <b>put it on the page!</b><br />
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So, the light pieces where crime is sanitized and acceptable, fine. In the pieces I intended to master when I started with the pen seriously again here eight years ago, I missed it.<br />
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I see it now, though. Revisions can fix anything. I've almost got the chops now to say that with real confidence instead of false bravado.<br />
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Almost. Pretty damn close.<br />
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I've got some good stuff in here folks. I'm going to get it out very soon.<br />
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I hope you do as well.<br />
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Let's spill some of the best and brightest ink we can this winter's session.<br />
<br />jack wellinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06666545887771905191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671719323266887561.post-38485593554401169222017-12-14T20:16:00.002-05:002017-12-14T20:16:44.336-05:00Backstory<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Left, a funerary urn from St. Columba's, Stewarton, East Aryshire. Photo courtesy Rosser1954 and hosted on wikicommons for the mere price of attribution.<br />
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Every image we craft in prose has a backstory.<br />
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We have to know it. It influences the behavior of the characters and the things about them. We authors know it.<br />
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The reader may discover bits and pieces but largely, the backstory is not for them.<br />
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My story tonight is all backstory so we'll parse it out in one decisive edit. There. Gone.<br />
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I have been left a fabulous hook from an unfinished tale.<br />
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Up to my efforts now.jack wellinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06666545887771905191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671719323266887561.post-60171523023409070192017-12-05T21:23:00.002-05:002017-12-05T21:23:43.559-05:00Holiday Writing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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At left, this evening's decadence: eggnog and rum. If you add enough rum you get that wonderful marbling effect.<br />
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I'm composing. I'm drafting. I'm writing.<br />
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He's how it works: I put my ass in a chair and I write.<br />
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There.<br />
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Yes, there are lots of other distractions. No, I'm not responding to them.<br />
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Day job -- it's a good day job so there's that -- then gym, then a little household clearance, then library and desk.<br />
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I'm fixing old work. I'll looking at structure and twists and character development and changing those parts that have never quite worked.<br />
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There's a novel in the folder but through the holiday: short stories. <br />
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Watch out. The body count is climbing.<br />
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The rum bottle is nervous it might be next.<br />
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Who can say?jack wellinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06666545887771905191noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671719323266887561.post-31232448681405788922017-11-28T21:42:00.002-05:002017-11-28T21:42:38.916-05:00First, Tell Yourself<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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At left, G. Lanting allows us the use of the road image for just the attribution. Thanks! Road image hosted on wikicommons.<br />
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This is the Old Strynefjell road in Norway. Good metaphor.<br />
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I have to tell myself the story before I can write it. I don't know all; but, I have a map: a vision.<br />
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I have a beginning, middle, and an end.<br />
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Projects I can see to completion have this map. Many of my still-wip projects did not and still do not have such defined elements.<br />
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I tell myself the story. I write a draft. I write another draft. The story becomes full, integrated, and comprehensible in the process.<br />
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Today, I picked up an incomplete project from the fall of '16 and in a revision, I managed to tell myself the story.<br />
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I've a map for the next one to compose now. I've characters and their traits. I have events and their meaning. I know the end. I know the killer. I even know the why.<br />
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It isn't important the reader know all those things even after finishing my tale.<br />
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It is important I know it before I compose the first full draft.<br />
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Feels better to me this way.<br />
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Might feel better for you.<br />
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Certainly it makes the hours in the composing mode much more enjoyable for me. It's easier for me to find the correct words when i know in advance what I want them to do for me.<br />
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Great looking road, eh? I'm more a "drive along the valley floor" fellow than a "drive along the ridgeline" sort. <br />
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<br />jack wellinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06666545887771905191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671719323266887561.post-18866572187670134412017-11-16T20:32:00.001-05:002017-11-16T20:32:17.125-05:00Stuffed and Trussed <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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At left, a copyright free image courtesy the Hassocks4589 as hosted on wikicommons. This was their Christmas turkey straight from the oven in 2006.<br />
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I'm writing tonight. It's a cool, calm evening and I'm at the desk finishing a story. Nice feeling (much better than finishing the run at the gym felt...).<br />
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My drafts are "stuffed." I've got lots of details and feelings and things I want to be important and little notes to myself and dialogue that is stilted but important so it stays and ...<br />
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It is stuffed.<br />
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Now, I know disciplined writers who have the core of their story in their first draft and that's it: the core. They add dialogue and characterization details and the environment later in successive drafts.<br />
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I wish them well.<br />
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I'd like to have the ability to stick "only" to the core plot events of the story.<br />
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I outline. I plan. I draw pictures. I draft.<br />
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And yet knowing how the story turns before I begin the composition does little to keep the first pass from being bloated and slightly over-done much like most Thanksgiving turkeys.<br />
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I don't even like turkey all that much. I'm a baron of beef or standing rib roast sort of fellow. I eat turkey for lunch every day because my metabolism has slowed to a glacial pace and it seems I can't eat anything but carrots and turkey-hummus roll-ups for lunch.<br />
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Come Thanksgiving, I can't wait for turkey. I bet you're the same way.<br />
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I'm embracing my bulging drafts. I'm looking on them as great starters for a pared down late-night meal of leftovers which -- in my experience -- becomes the best part of the show.<br />
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You've got a little cranberry dripping out the sandwich there ... too late. That should wash out. Oh, dry cleaning? Sorry. Gift giving opportunity for the rest of us then. You look like a medium extra-ink stained.</blockquote>
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Over stuffed isn't a bad thing. Avoid dry and under seasoned; but, overstuffed? Go right at it.<br />
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Careful carving solves all ills.<br />
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Happy Thanksgiving to the ink-stained crowd.<br />
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Mind the family. We all have them.<br />
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Two drink minimum.<br />
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Write something this holiday even if just the germ of a new story. You'll feel all the better for it.<br />
<br />jack wellinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06666545887771905191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671719323266887561.post-43899745968475771672017-11-03T19:57:00.001-04:002017-11-03T20:00:21.833-04:00Something Wrong With Us<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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At left, a public domain image from Firebelly (thanks, 'belly) hosted on wikicommons.<br />
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This is an American Irish Pub. How can I tell? Real Irish pubs have Carling's Black Label on tap. Yep, Black Label. The same $14 a case beer your buddies bought in college (or I bought if I was your buddy).<br />
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I once went fishing with a buddy, got stuck in the mud during a squall, and had to walk out. We had a cooler in the truck with most of a twelve pack of Black Label left on ice.<br />
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When we got back to the truck someone had shot a hole in the front window, rummaged through the glove box, and taken the cooler out of the back. We drove the truck out of the now dried mud.<br />
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The cooler thieves dumped the cans of Black Label beside the truck. Nope. Dead serious. That's the true story of this one. There was something wrong with those guys.<br />
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Something wrong with us, too.<br />
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It is Friday night and I'm writing here with a feagle (that's a short foxhound who looks a lot like a beagle) at my feet. I should be out having fun. I should be out with friends at a bar.<br />
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I'm here at the keyboard composing.<br />
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What is wrong with me? What is wrong with you? Why must we lock ourselves in the basement utility room and scribble passages about adventure in Peru instead of talking to someone in a social setting about going to Peru?<br />
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Well, Peru ... maybe not. It can be cold and Americans tend to pant like dogs down there.<br />
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I love Estes Park in Colorado. It's the gateway to the eastern part of Rocky Mountain National Park. Great place at 7500 feet above sea level.<br />
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At attitude, I don't enjoy drinking. I go straight from having a couple drinks to hangover. No drunken revelry in-between. Drinking and now .... hangover.<br />
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Right. So back to this writing thing. Why are we drawn to this solitary devotion?<br />
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What is wrong with us?<br />
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It's got to be some sort of curse. I must have stepped on the wrong shadow. Must have.<br />
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Off to the prose. The story doesn't write itself.<br />
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Have a drink. Skip the hangover.jack wellinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06666545887771905191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671719323266887561.post-65573341669868512342017-10-26T20:28:00.001-04:002017-10-26T20:28:23.601-04:00Amid the Ruins of Our Own Making<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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At left, an image of Whitby Abbey, ruins, as photographed by Juliet220 and hosted on wikicommons. This meets the criteria of a quality image.<br />
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I'm writing tonight. I've notes all over my desk that I've amassed solving a plot hole (Add Bob back at the cabin , give him a shotgun, put Lucious in a shipping container and find out what Diazepam tastes like).<br />
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The abbey was destroyed during the reign of Henry VIII after his little falling out with the Pope.<br />
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Lesson: getting in the way can be a problem. More than that, your characters don't know when they are in the way of trouble.<br />
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I've off to write. Darkness won't last all night.<br />
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You know what I mean.jack wellinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06666545887771905191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671719323266887561.post-83364480971750467892017-10-22T20:20:00.000-04:002017-10-22T20:20:13.440-04:00Night Writing, Morning Edits<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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At left, some of my working area.<br />
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It's a busy time. I'm walking back through my USCG <i>Navigation Rules, </i> my <i>Chapman Piloting and Seamanship, </i>and now a replacement copy of <i>Basic Coastal Navigation</i> as my old copy got away from me. My <i>Annapolis Book of Seamanship</i> is downstairs by my bed.<br />
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I'm planning on sitting my navigation exam in December and it has been ... er ... several years since I had to pass such a course.<br />
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So, a little bit each day.<br />
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Which is where we are tonight.<br />
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I'm in composing mode. I have several tools to share that help with this task.<br />
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Toggl <a href="https://www.toggl.com/">( here )</a> is a free time tracking app that is free, has a mobile app component for all you app folks, and is completely free form. You pick the category, hit start, and time "butt in chair" effort. If you are a words-per-day sort of person this isn't something you need.<br />
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After a good decade back in the chair, I find I do better not focusing on the stress-laden w-p-d count. I use a time-on-task count. It worked in school ( you spend three hours a day on statistical thermodynamics and your grades will go up markedly in that arcane subject as well).<br />
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While we're on it, let's talk composition and words.<br />
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I use Scrivener. <a href="https://www.literatureandlatte.com/scrivener.php">( here )</a> I love it. It has scene/chapter/project word count totals. It produces a dozen formats. It integrates with Dropbox if you should like (I just do a manual drag to my local Dropbox folder after a writing session and select an option to allow new-to-overwrite-old on copy. Syncing happens quickly and ... cloud backup achieved! Good enough.).<br />
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I format my Scrivener output in a custom wash with a couple of post-production Powershell scripts added in and I'm ready for a couple of my favorite LaTeX typesetting production formats. <a href="https://www.latex-project.org/">( LaTeX here )</a>.<br />
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I compose into the evening. I try and keep from working too late because, like you, I have a day gig. That's important.<br />
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I edit in the morning with coffee in hand. I read aloud in my library and fix the immediate issues from the prior session. Sometimes I make notes and set the new material aside for an "immediate revision" session in the evening after a little thought.<br />
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I stick with this process until I am in a hole from which there is no escape. There aren't many of those anymore because I am willing to cast aside large volumes of ineffectual text if the blind rush of impulse has lead to .... dull.<br />
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Time discipline and stability in the mechanics of the writing process serve me well to keep my creative energy "on the page" and not in tampering with what the hell I'm trying to do: write.<br />
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I have no idea if this works for other people. I think a lot of you might be like that to: we have some idea of what works for us sometimes but we don't understand why and we don't understand what other writers do.<br />
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I did know one fellow who wrote in pencil starting each session with three sharpened #2 wooded beasties. He wrote until the pencils were dull enough that his longhand -- he wrote quite small -- was filled by the large flat loops of his script.<br />
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I'm an ink fellow for longhand because ink's contrast shows better in poor light.<br />
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As to why this process of mine and these lovely tools will from time to time fail me and I will go weeks without working on a single composition, I don't know. Sometimes I can no longer bear to sit at my desk and face my own writing for one minute more.<br />
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I know that over time, I'll come back to it.<br />
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I keep very good notes now so I can pick things up quicker the next time around if a spell of "absent heart" strikes me.<br />
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Keep the ink flowing. Night when everyone is in bed and morning before they are up makes for some productive volume if one is manic enough to keep the interest in place.<br />
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At left, Hemingway in a motor launch, 1931. Courtesy the John F. Kennedy Presidential Library. Public domain image.<br />
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I didn't have a good picture of a writer sailing. This image is what I could find without much work involved.<br />
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I work on project A. I have ideas for project B.<br />
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Somehow, that just seems wrong. If you had ideas for project B and spoke to me about them, I'd understand you to be sabotaging my effort. Got it.<br />
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When I have ideas about project B in the middle of project A, it is merely the process of an undisciplined mind moving on in the normal half-complete state I seem to live my life.<br />
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It is if I depart on a boat and am never to reach my destination.<br />
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I've solved this problem this time.<br />
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I've got a secret tool. It's called a map.<br />
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I'm following it.<br />
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Don't stray too far from the path. There are bears in the woods and sharks in the waters.<br />
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I haven't much else witty to say tonight. I have to write a scene where I tell a new widow that she is one.<br />
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See, I have a map.jack wellinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06666545887771905191noreply@blogger.com0