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Thursday, May 30, 2013

Time flies and what are we going to do about it?

A friend asked me a question the other day, 'Where do you get your ideas?'
That's a good one. I have no freaking idea.
First: Take one over active imagination, a large dose of humor, and a little bit of boredom. Mix well, add some pop culture references... and stand back.
Often times I get an idea for a story and I want to take it in one particular direction. When I sit down to type, my fingers act of their own accord. Suddenly the story takes a left turn and there are two more characters than I intended. Often times I have to go back a few pages and say; 'Did I write that?'
I'd just finished up Stephen King's Dark Tower series. The thought of a wandering gunslinger coming into town to right a wrong was very tempting. In the beginning I didn't even name my wandering knight errant. Then a reader pointed out these short stories were in fact, chapters. I strung them together, added a page to the beginning and the end to smooth things out, and voilĂ !

The following could be considered spoilers.
 
At the time I was writing the love interest for Daniel, I was also reading to my girls, Charlotte's Web. I liked the name, pure and simple. I wanted a strong, sassy female that could stand up to Daniel. I wrote a few scenes with Charlotte with a German accent. I wrote the same scene with her as the daughter of Italian immigrants. The third time I wrote her as Scottish. That one felt right to me. I looked up Scottish surnames. My eyes fell on Wallace. Again, the name felt right. It was as if Charlotte was standing behind me pointing me in the right direction. 'Yeah, that one there will do nicely.' My two requirements for anyone to play Charlotte. She has to be a red head, and must have a stunningly sexy accent. Two actors come to mind: Karen Gillian, who is a red head and Scottish. The other is Felica Day. Not sure if she can do an accent though...
Now the story doesn't arrive intact and perfect. Like a huge block of clay, I peel away layers until something inside of me tells me to stop. Then I polish the stone. Often times I have to spend a day away from writing so I can come back to it with a fresh set of eyes. There were many times when I would spot an errant comma, or a misspelled word that just so happened to form another word so spellchecker wouldn't catch it.
When I imagined Nikola Sanislovich, the Russian blacksmith, my first thought was of Hagrid from Harry Potter. I wanted to make him different, thinking of all the accents stored in my memory banks. Feeling mischievous, I took a friend's name and put a Russian spin on it. A Russian accent was actually fun to type!
There's a surprising amount of research that goes into writing. One of my co-workers was Jamaican and I basically interviewed him, putting his spin on Mada Wise. I couldn't have created her without the help. Thanks Noel, Mada Wise lives because of you.
There were all sorts of interesting tidbits that I had to cut out of the final draft of TR. For instance, the sheriff of Waco being blackmailed by Slagen? Turns out the sheriff was seen kissing another man. I wanted to include that, but the way it turned out, with his secret still a secret, worked better.  
One scene that creeped me out: I made a reference to Heath Ledger in one part of the story. The following week, he died. Never have I been so scared to reference another person in my stories. What if they died after I wrote them into the book?
For me, Armstrong should be played by Sam Elliot, mustache and all.
I envisioned Landreneaux as clean shaven, skinny and looking a little like Harry Conick Jr. He'd have to thicken up the cajun accent though.
I have no idea who would make the perfect Daniel Wolfstalker. Brown hair, not too muscled, but well toned. Must be able to act his way out of a paper bag. Yeah, Mark Wahlberg, I'm looking at you. So if someone were to suggest another actor, I'd be all ears... so to speak.
  
    
   

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Story time

I consider myself a story collector. People tell me some things that happened to them.

A funny thing happened on the way to the forum...

This is a tale a friend told me about when they worked over at the Magic Kingdom many years ago. If I told it and kept the story as real as the events related to me allow, I'd run out of pronouns. So instead, I'm going to tell the story as if I were the person this actually happened to. Enjoy.

Another day working at the Haunted Mansion here at Walt Disney World. My shift was nearly over and I elected to stay outside and direct guests. The setting sun felt nice with the afternoon rain cooling off an otherwise hot summer day.
"Excuse me, young man," an older woman said while approaching me. "Can you tell me where the Magic Kingdom is?"
"Of course, ma'am," I replied. "Walt Disney World is the Magic Kingdom."
A flustered look crossed her face. "No, that's not right," she said. "There were signs directing us to the Magic Kingdom, and then there were signs telling us where Disney World is. We are now at Disney World, I want to go to the Magic Kingdom."
"But ma'am," I explained "Both are the same place. Disney World is the Magic Kingdom."
This went on for several minutes. The woman refused to believe she wasn't in the Magic Kingdom a.k.a Disney World.
Frantically I wracked my skull, trying to convince her I was telling the truth, then it occurred to me.
"Alright ma'am," I said. "You win. Take the monorail at the front gate that leads to the parking lot transportation center. As you get off the monorail, look to your right. There will be a sign that says 'Monorail to the Magic Kingdom.' Get on that monorail and it will take you to the Magic Kingdom.
The woman gathered her things and promptly went on a 40 minute ride around the lake. Plenty of time for me to make my escape.
          
   

What a day it's been

As I was getting my morning coffee, I suddenly remembered I didn't write anything last night. Oh, no! Not that there was nothing going on, or nothing to write about. 
My friend Mike had a bad reaction to some antibiotics given him. They shut his kidneys down, so he spent Memorial day weekend in the hospital. I visited him, not as often as I would have liked to, but I gave him enough reading material to fight off the boredom of being kept under observation. In turn, he gave me a copy of his latest short story. I'm looking forward to reading it first chance I get. He's home now and on the mend, drinking plenty of fluids. Get well buddy.

Our writing group met, but with Mike on the injured/reserved list, only a few of us showed up. Life is like that. After that, Mike's brother Gary needed help upgrading his computer. So part of my evening went in to adding some memory and putting in a video card. Good thing I remembered to disable the onboard video, or things would have taken a lot longer.  

There is a John Deere representative who comes into our store. Often times I'm called in to translate. He reads lips pretty well, but when I came out to the garden, he was having a disagreement with one of our employees. Both of them wanted the same thing, to get some tractors down. They just had different ideas as to go about doing that. His way gave him a little more space to work on the machines out of the rain.
My beef with the whole episode was the way the two of them reacted. He said, 'look at me.' when he was trying to talk. She wouldn't look him in the eye and was blowing him off. There was no middle ground. Signing and speaking the word; 'stop', I was trying to defuse the situation. It didn't work. The female employee went off in a huff. The forklift guy and I continued what needed to be done. And you know what? It worked out fine. I wasn't taking anyone's side because the rep was deaf, I was siding with him because he was right.
It's bad enough when I don't get taken seriously. People generally do take the time to communicate with me, repeat a misheard word. There will always be the one person out of 100 that says,'Why don't you wear a sign or something?'
Yes, someone told me that.
I smiled and explained I was doing the best I could.
My inner voice was thinking: 'Because we were out of earmuffs, bitch.'
I'm normally a laid back kind of guy, but if you get in my face about something, get ready to be hit with both barrels.
You want to say something to a deaf person? Look them in the eye and tell them. Cut the passive/aggressive shit. Don't turn away muttering, it pisses us off.
The hearing world considers me deaf. The deaf world considers me hearing (or at least honorary deaf.) Yes, I deal with both worlds. But the way some people act, I'm ashamed to be hearing some times. There are a lot of insensitive assholes out there, however, the majority of them are hearing people. This does not help bridge the gap between hearing society the deaf world.        

Sunday, May 26, 2013

Weekend madness

We're having our picnic celebration just a bit early this year. Memorial day is celebrated on Monday. Folks around here take the whole weekend to have fun.
Normally I'd work all weekend, remember: Retail is where souls go to die. Since I've been working behind the scenes, my hours have been fairly regular with weekends off. 
The neurotic part of me says the posers-that-be think they are punishing me, by banishing me to this 'harsh' schedule. Truth is, they're helping me. 
Shh... not so loud. If they knew they were actually helping me write, they'd change what they're doing.
When your opponent is making a mistake, don't correct them.
So here I am, cooking marinated chicken ka-bobs on my grill.

Life is good.
Friends are over. You know how I love cooking for large groups. I'm also thinking of sneaking off for a nap.
It's no secret I'm going bald. Big deal. My sister cuts my hair and she's quite good at it. She accuses me of doing a comb over and any sort of sibling teasing she can get away with. Yesterday she accused me of going for the insurance salesman look. Laugh it up, kiddo. 
I'm not afraid of going bald. Sean Connery. Bruce Willis. Jason Stathem. Vin Diesel. I'm in good company. If they can do it, so can I.
My sister in the mirror, laughing at me

Tin foil head daughter

  
Some days I'm tempted to shave it all off.
 Do you understand what I put up with? They say it's good natured ribbing and I should have a sense of humor. 'Good natured' is a relative thing. I do have a sense of humor. No one has died, disappeared, or been seriously maimed. Do you know why Texans are so polite? We haven't run out of places to put the bodies. See? I do have a sense of humor.

I got some writing done. About 3 pages yesterday. Daniel and Charlotte are in Dallas for their honeymoon. However, we all know it's not nice to taunt Murphy. Bad things are popping up. Getting through Christmas might be a true miracle for these two sleuths.
I've been taking my notebook to work with me, typing up stuff on my lunch break, and spending a good part of the weekend smoothing out the rough spots. I still have to get D and C back to Waco in the spring for a showdown with the lizard thing that is hunting them. I have scenes from the finale written, but that can change in a heartbeat as I incorporate them into the story.
When I have a really good segment done, I'll put it up here as a sneak preview. I did one a few weeks ago and there might be another soon. We'll see how things turn out.

For those of you just tuning in, please check out my book Travelers Road on Amazon. 
(I feel like a cheap shill when I say that, but that's the only way I'm going to get the word out.)
If you have already bought my book, Thank you for helping me get started on this writing endeavor. If you liked it, please tell a friend about the story and help me make this thing grow.
If you're reading this, please like or follow my blog. I didn't know you could do that. There should be a button around the top some place... I think. Wouldn't know because I can't follow myself. Hey, that might make an interesting story. A friend put herself down as a follower. I don't know what happens after that. Hopefully there is some kind of notification sent to you whenever I post, so you don't have to go back checking every day. We all have busy lives and I'd hate to take up more of your valuable time than necessary.
To all my friends, family and loved ones who have served in the armed forces. I want to say thank you for the dedication and sacrifice you made for all of us.
You're the best.