Great news!

As I mentioned in a previous post, Realms of Fantasy was slated to close leaving one of my stories, “Healing Benjamin,” in limbo.  Appropriately, since Benjamin is a cat with more than the allotted nine lives, the magazine has been resurrected and Benjamin too.  The details can be found here.  I double-checked all this with friend and editor Shawna McCarthy, and sure enough, Realms will continue with her as editor.  Things will be delayed a bit.  The next issue might be May or even later.  Stay tuned.

What would you give up?

I confess to reading and participating in those unscientific polls on the CNN website.  Recently the question was something like “What would you be willing to give up to save money in the current recession?”  The choices were cable, cell phone, car, dining out, and nothing.  Pick one.  Clearly the nothing option is for those folks who’ve never actually been without funds.  Things have a way of being given up for you when there isn’t any money.  I thought about it hard and clicked my choice.  The last thing I would give up was the overwhelming first pick (70%) of the unscientific clicks around the world:  Dining out.  My choice to eliminate was the last to go for everyone else—a car.  The game is rigged a bit for me and Sarah since, by choice, we have neither cable nor cell phone, so we’d have to get them before we could live without them.  Our car, a ’96 Civic with indeterminate 100K+ mileage (busted odometer), still runs fine for our limited demands upon it.  When it goes to scrap, we likely won’t replace it.  Dining out, however, is entertainment, exploration, and (when we do it) fairly cheap.  They didn’t ask about Netflix or my high-speed internet connection.  As for giving up my laptop, you better smile when you say that, mister.

Showing your work to others

I just read an unpublished novel to give the writer whatever helpful advice I could.  I thought there were several problems, and I suggested some revisions, and maybe I will have helped and maybe I won’t.  Even though some of the most important issues I had with the novel surfaced early in a fairly rocky beginning, I read to the end because it was one of those plots it’s difficult to judge without reading the whole thing—which is probably roughly 100% of decent plots—and it did get better as it went along.

This got me to thinking.  Maybe I would’ve served the writer better to stop when I first started having problems, when I first would’ve said to myself (if I’d bought it) “I paid $24.95 for this?”  I wouldn’t be able to place my problems in a larger context, but so what?  If the first 100 pages don’t work, the rest is toast anyway.  Sometimes writers try to defend sluggish openings because it sets up the wonders to come.  Lots of luck with that.

Another disadvantage of my having read the whole book is I’m now ruined as a first time reader forever.  You want first readers, and they’re like first dates, one to a customer.  This isn’t Groundhog Day.  You can read a book the first time—like future editors will—only once.  Even if this writer revises the book following every nuance of my brilliant advice, in a way, I’d be the worst reader to give it another look.  The ghost of the first read would haunt the reread.

Worse, I’d be invested.  You see this in workshops all the time—folks defending a revision of a still-lame story because it incorporated some of the defender’s advice and strokes his ego.  One of the problems with workshops generally is that they can enshrine the opinions of stale readers, especially if they’re bullies.

So perhaps in future, I’ll just ask to see the first 50 pages and report on that before proceeding.  Hopefully, it will be an urgent, “Send more!”  If such a procedure would make you anxious about the fate of your own novel-in-progress, may I humbly suggest (sight unseen) revision?

Wilderness to be reissued

I just got the great news that HarperCollins plans to repackage and reissue Wilderness by February 2010.  That will be almost exactly 20 years since I received one of the more memorable phone calls in my life from agents Liz Darhansoff and Lynn Pleshette to inform me that a major studio movie deal for the as-yet-unsold novel had been struck.  This movie that never happened helped leverage a publication deal with Poseidon soon after.  At the time, paranormal romance had about the same market share as sci-fi westerns, so nobody could quite figure out how to market the novel.  Maybe now that teen Mormon vampires are doing so well, my adult woman werewolf can find a market niche to den in somewhere.

Here are the costars of the so-so British TV mini-series, chopped down to a movie Wilderness that screws up the ending so unforgivably it’s painful for me to watch.  But these two are lovely, aren’t they?

Tom De Haven talks Superman on With Good Reason

One of my favorite novels by one of my favorite writers is It’s Superman by Tom De Haven.  He’s going to be on With Good Reason on 88.9 in Richmond this Saturday at 4:30.  Or you can go to the website and listen to the show now.  The first segment is about John Henry and is worth a listen.  If you want to skip ahead to Tom, he’s about 18 minutes in.  And if you haven’t read the novel, you should do so immediately.  It’s a gem.

Tareyton, anyone?

I’ve been asked to read an unpublished novel set in the mid-50s and give the writer some feedback.  It has many, many virtues, but a minor recurring misstep that’s common enough to be worth sharing and commenting on.  The main character is a smoker.  His brand is Tareyton.  So instead of lighting up a cigarette, he lights a Tareyton.  He takes a Tareyton out of the pack and smokes it.  When that one’s burned, he has another Tareyton.  What’s wrong with this?  Isn’t this an authenticating detail placing us authentically inside the time period?  Isn’t it like the Buick he drives and the Hudson he parks next to?  No, because that’s not how smokers, now or then, think.  It doesn’t place us in the time period but outside the perspective character’s head into the author as docent.  Instead of being in the fictional dream, we’re looking at a diorama.  Oh look, there’s the pack of Tareytons.  If the character is thinking Tareyton, as in, “He was thinking of switching brands.  The Tareyton tasted like charcoal,� then it makes sense.  People argued brands; some brands had a rep.  Chainsmoking Luckies showed a certain suicidal gusto you couldn’t achieve with other brands.  Tareytons had the most obnoxious commercial—I’d rather fight than switch.  But in the years I lit up first and put on glasses second, I wasn’t thinking brand, only smoke. Cigarette brands have their place.  My mom smoked two brands, Parliaments and a revolving door of menthols.  She liked the Parliaments because of the recessed filter, while other brands supposedly irritated her lips.  About a third of her intake were menthol, which she fancied soothed her troubled lungs, but she could never find the one that pleased her like Parliaments.  She counted how many she smoked of each kind on hash-mark-filled pads.  But even she wasn’t thinking brand name when she needed a smoke.  If you’re trying to be inside a time period or an alien universe either one, you can’t do so successfully without being inside your character’s head first.  And lungs, I suppose.  Then the world will follow.

Olmec Swinger

We’re thinking about a return trip to Mexico—my favorite travel destination.  One of the coolest museums I’ve ever been to is the Museum of Anthropology in Jalapa.  They have several of the big Olmec heads.  This is one of the thousands of more delicate and whimsical pieces on display there:

Shocked II

You can’t make up this stuff.  That the public would be shocked that someone whose nickname is “A-Rod” used performing enhancing drugs, shocks me.  It shouldn’t.  I live a few blocks from a “Drug-Free Zone,” which means, of course, that drugs are sold there.  The evening news is filled with drug commercials in which the litany of possibly lethal effects takes up more time than the vague benefits you’re supposed to “ask your doctor about.”  Parents dose kids with amphetamines so that they’ll perform better in a screwed up school system, but search kids’ lockers with dogs to unearth evil pot and claim we’re not violating their privacy.  I think we have a drug problem, but it’s not the drugs.  It’s the cloud of bullshit through which we view the issue.  We’re a drug taking species.  Get over it.

And A-Rod, it’s okay.  I know all the other boys were doing it too.  Run along and play now, but remember you’re a Role Model.  Show America’s youth there’s nothing more glorious than wacking a ball with a stick and running around in circles without drugs.  Except for prescription painkillers.  You’ll need those. Ask your doctor.

Phelps smokes pot!

I’m shocked.  How could a good youth with a bright capitalist career ahead of him endorsing overpriced worthless shit to kids who can’t afford it, throw it all away for the evil weed?!  The one photo probably destroyed years of work by professional football coaches selflessly selling beer to America’s youth to put them on the path to manliness, obesity, and car crashes.  I don’t know how we can take him seriously as an athlete anymore.  He needs to learn we’re living in a free society where the state decides what you can ingest.  Stick with peanut butter and jelly, Michael, and you’ll be safe.  Wait a minute.  Forget the peanut butter for a while.  I’ll have to get back to you.  Just have a beer, why don’t you?  That’s right.  There was the DUI thing.  I know, I know—one of your rumored endorsements was to be McDonald’s, that purveyor of fine health foods.  Clean up your image by shoveling some of that crap down.  Set an example for America’s youth.