Fiction and Non-Fiction

Category: Craft (Page 4 of 4)

He said. She asked

Last night I was part-way through a book, racing to the end, when suddenly I was out of the story, looking at the room around me, and wondering what happened.

When I looked back at the story, the actual words on the page, the author had written one of those dialog statements that reads like a question and tagged it at the end with “she asked.”

Back when I was a newer writer, I added all manner of tags at the end of dialog. You know the sort of thing – Mark demanded, she whispered – I’m fairly certain I never wrote he ejaculated. Even to my novice mind, that never seemed quite right.

And then I discovered Elmore Leonard.

Pick up any of his books and open it to a random page. The chances are you’ll find whole blocks of dialog – sometimes pages – where the speech attribution, if any, reads: Chili said, or she said. I’ve read and studied Elmore Leonard’s books and never in those blocks of dialog are you in any doubt as to who is speaking. I learned a huge amount from that study.

It took a while, but I did get back into that story, and it ended as I hoped. I just wish she’d said instead of asked!

Meeting a Book Club

A few months ago, a friend asked if I’d come to her book club and talk about Thieves in the Temple.

Of course, I said yes, and last night (October 4th), arrived with a bottle of Pinot Noir and a certain level of nervousness as the six members of the book club congregated with more copies of the book than I’ve ever seen in the same place.

I wasn’t sure what to expect but the first question put me at ease – how did the Judeans get to Babylon? After that I relaxed, and everything flowed until one lady asked: We know who took the fall, but who was really behind it?

What?

It’s a while since I really looked at Thieves in the Temple, but as we talked further, I realized she was right. The people in the climax were pawns, not the people really behind what happened. As I drove away later, the thought wouldn’t go away, and a glimmer of an idea came to me.

It was still there this morning.

I don’t think it’s a Jacob story, but it does fit in with some other ideas I’ve been fleshing out, and it actually brought some of them more into focus. I’ve tentatively slotted it in my head for after Death at a Wedding and Murder of a Dead Man, but who knows what bright shiny object might come up before then.

And a huge thank you to the Pine Nuts Book Club for inviting me.

Harvest Time

Two years ago, I grew a pair of habanero pepper plants as an experiment to see what happened. To say it was a success would be an understatement. I still have three quart storage bags in my freezer. After all, there’s only so much marinade and pepper jelly you can make and give away at any one time.

Since then, my nephew has caught the agricultural bug, and he has much more space for his crops. This year we’ve been getting regularly deliveries of corn, okra, and several varieties of hot peppers including a wicked item called the ghost chili.

On the Scoville Heat Unit rating jalapenos are 2,500 to 8,000, habaneros about 100,000 and the ghost chili about a million! Even with an unbroken skin on the pepper, they’re the peppers you handle with gloves – or a full bio-hazard suit. My sister-in-law claims to like her pepper jelly hot, but I suspect these may be too much for her, We’ll see.

On a total change of subject, the current edition of Asimov’s has the first part of Kristine Kathryn Rusch’s new Diving novel – The Court Martial of the Renegat Renegades. Everything in the house stopped while I binge read that first installment, and now I have to wait until the November/December issue of Asimov’s for the next part. If you’ve read any of Kris’s Diving series, especially The Renegat, you’ll want to grab this, both in Asimov’s, and when the actual book becomes available. I know I will

A Brave New World

Just over a week ago, I finally took the plunge, and ordered myself a new iPad, even though there wasn’t much wrong with the one I was using. It’s an iPad Air with 128GB of storage.

Even with Scrivener, and a whole bunch of other apps loaded, that iPad never quite made it as a secondary writing device. However, the iPad has done sterling service as a surfing and reading device. As time has progressed even that became suspect. Over the past few months, an increasing number of apps have failed updates because they need more recent versions of iOS. My iPad was running 12.5.5, and the latest is 15.4!

So I ordered a new iPad PRO with the Magic keyboard. When it arrived, I fired it up, started the side-by-side synchronization, and waited less than a minute before it failed! iOS 12.5.5 is too old to automatically sync with 15.4.

Well, the air was pretty blue for a few minutes as I wrestled with how to synchronize manually. The biggest time-sink was manually syncing Music, Books, and Kindle, but once that was done, and Dropbox and iCloud were configured, I realized one benefit of manual synchronization.

Over the years I’ve downloaded and tried several dozen apps. Some of them are no longer supported, and some I discarded after a few weeks. Clearing those out has certainly kept my home screen less cluttered, and helped me focus on the apps I use most frequently. That list has turned out to be Scrivener, Obsidian, Aeon Timeline, and the Office 365 Mobile apps. Plus of course Music, Books, and Kindle! I haven’t configured email, which was a deliberate decision.

The keyboard has also been a revelation. Over the years, I’ve experimented with several keyboards with various iPads, and they’ve never quite worked for me.

The Magic keyboard took a while to get used to, but once I did, it’s turned out to be all I could ask for. I’ve already written two stories mostly on the iPad, both in my office, and at various other locations.

Not having email or any messaging apps immediately available, has really helped reduce distractions, and my iPad is finally realizing the vision I had for it several years ago.

It’s not Important

When you’re writing, one of the sure ways to stifle your creative voice and bring an in-progress story to a shuddering halt is to make it important.
When I say important, I mean your mind attaches something to the story that’s not rational. This is the story that’s going to pay off the mortgage, or this is the story that will have Hollywood (or Netflix, or whoever) beating a path to my door.
It might happen but the chances are it won’t. Not for that story anyway. I have several of them in various states of completion, and they’ll probably stay that way.
The thing is, it’s not just in writing that we irrationally assign importance to something.
Up until a few years ago I traded options and futures on a regular basis. I let it slide away because these aren’t buy-and-hold trades. They need to be monitored. With everything I was trying to do in my life at that time, there just wasn’t the bandwidth to do it all, so the trading took a back seat.
I went from knowing where the indexes where at any point in a day, to being surprised at a move of over a thousand points in the DOW because I hadn’t looked for a week or more.
This past week I received notice about an inactive account fee on one of my trading accounts. I logged in, and sure enough it was over a year since I’d logged in, let alone traded.
Well, I thought, while I’m here, there looks to be a nice support level on the DOW, and some profit to be generated. An hour later I’d made a couple of trades, and as I sent the order for the next one. I realized I could push the profit to a nice round number if this one did what I wanted.
Typically, the numbers began moving against me. I found myself hunched forward over the desk, willing the lines in the display to move in the other direction because this was an important trade. I really needed that round number result.
Why?
Truth is, I probably shouldn’t have been trading anyway. There was no plan, and no real risk assessment. Each one of those trades could have plunged quickly into a loss, but the real lesson for me.

The trades weren’t important.
Just like that story I agonize over isn’t important.
I haven’t traded since, but I did look at one of those “important” stories. Now time has passed, it’s just another partial manuscript. And it’s not important, but I do have ideas on how to make it a finished manuscript.

Finding Time

Back during my January First Thoughts, I talked about finding those extra minutes during the day to write beyond my normal writing time. As with so many things, it got filed into the “must do” folder, and was buried.

Until this past week.

February, to date, hasn’t felt as productive as January, so from the middle of last week, I paid more attention to what I was doing, how I was doing it, and looking for fifteen minute blocks of time that could be put to better use by writing..

Across the four days, I tracked four separate blocks of time on each day, where I could step away from the television, or put aside busy-work. That’s an additional hour a day. Using my lower level of writing consumable words – 600 per hour, and assuming we have about 300 days left in the year, that’s an additional 180,000 words. Say three full length novels, or 45 short stories.

So there’s no excuse in trying to say I have no time to write!

Some Craft Thoughts

During the past couple of weeks I’ve been studying some aspects of the writing craft, especially openings. How you hook readers at the beginning of a story and keep them there until the end.

There are several types of opening, and they don’t all work in every type of fiction. Summary openings, for example, don’t work well in short stories, but are excellent openings for the right type of novel. Several people recommend not just study, but also typing the opening, as the physical action helps reinforce the technique and structure into your sub-conscious.

I was thinking about this as I read through some recent course notes, and started to cast around for stories to use as research. To my mind, there’s minimal benefit in studying writers at the same stage as me because none of us really know at this stage where we’re making mistakes. The writers to study are those who’ve been professional writers for many years.

People like Dean Koontz, Nora Roberts, and Michael Connolly to name just three.

I have a lot of their novels. In this case, I was looking for short fiction, and prowling through the bookshelves, kindle, and Apple books (or whatever the current name happens to be), when I realized I have a treasure trove.

In the past year I obtained two extensive short story collections: When Worlds Collide and Crimes Collide. Each collection is a hundred short stories by Kristine Kathryn Rusch and Dean Wesley Smith. Two hundred stories by two of the top writers currently working today.

If I don’t learn something from those stories, I should probably hang up my keyboard!

A Successful Search

At some point in the mid 1970’s, I came across a book titled The Quiller Memorandum. As I look at the cover now, it must have been a re-release to coincide with the BBC series based on the books. A series that sadly had one season and disappeared.

I’d never heard of Adam Hall, but I was working through an espionage/spy thriller phase in my reading, waiting for the next Len Deighton, Robert Ludlum or John LeCarre to appear.

It’s a phase I’ve never really left, and Quiller looked interesting. I read the book in less than twenty-four hours, went in search of others, and Adam Hall joined the list of writers I stalked for new releases.

Somewhere in there I discovered Adam Hall was one of the pen names of Elleston Trevor, the writer of Flight of the Phoenix, about ninety other novels, plus children’s stories, stage plays, and radio plays. I read some of those, but never with the commitment and passion I’d developed for Quiller.

In 1995, I saw the reports of his passing, and had just finished Quiller Salamander, the eighteenth Quiller mission. Over the years, I’ve reread each one several times. I learn something as a writer every time, and always left wanting more, only there weren’t any.


Until in 2014, I found the book Quiller. A Profile. The book references Quiller Balalaika – the nineteenth Quiller novel, finished in the last few weeks of Elleston Trevor’s life, and published in 1996.

How did I miss that?

I searched Amazon and Abebooks, and my local stores with no success. In the years since, I occasionally run a search, with no luck.

Until this week.

There it was, available on Amazon, and I nearly broke a wrist hitting the keyboard. It’s due to arrive next week, and I’ll let you know how it turns out.

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