Update. Next Publication is: Under Strange Suns, available digitally August 2015, print version due December 2015, Twilight Times Books.

Off-Target, Laser-Focused Marketing.

An intriguing opportunity came my way a few months back, one that I consider intriguing in two aspects. I was interviewed for an article in the Oregon State Bar Bulletin (the monthly house-organ for Oregon’s attorneys) about lawyers who are also writers.

This interview was an enjoyable opportunity to discuss writing. As usual with this sort of thing, an hour conversation was whittled down to a few paragraphs. But the conversation was still worthwhile.

Checking In.

A brief one today. There’s a joke somewhere in the word ‘brief’ but I don’t feel like mining that one from the joke pits.

I’ve been busy doing yardwork out back, digging, placing pavers, shoveling bark chips. Getting gnarly blisters. Good fun.

Today, fingers crossed, is game day. First one in a couple of years I think. Should be fun.

Later this week, cortisone injections in my neck. Yipee. Probably should get one in my shoulder. But one ache at a time, right? Ungrateful body. Oh well.

Editing Purgatory

I suppose I should write about Father’s Day. But I’m busy enjoying it. Why write about it? Instead, I want to jot down a few thoughts about editing, since I’m currently wallowing in editing purgatory. Feel my pain.

Imagine you’ve finished creating a jigsaw puzzle. You’re happy with the picture. It’s attractive and you like the complexity of the manner in which the pieces slot together. Now imagine you get some notes with a few requests for changes.

Okay, stepping out of the metaphor for a moment, this is what happens after the publisher hands your manuscript over to an editor. You get suggestions. Requests that this happen sooner in the story, that that bit gets cut, that this description is excessive. Etc.

So, returning to the metaphor, you attempt to comply. You remove a piece or two, add one, move a few around. But once you’ve done that most of the rest of the pieces no longer slot neatly together and your picture collapses amid a cascade of disconnects. You need to adjust everything in order to once again present an attractive picture. And you can only hope that it resembles the picture you had in mind when you first began creating it.

It can become rather frustrating. But once you see that puzzle in a shiny new box on the toy store shelf, that frustration reduces to a dim memory. All the frantic juggling you’ve done was worth it the effort. And you can enjoy the moment. Until the next time.

I’m hoping to get that point again soon, after I’ve clambered out of this purgatorial pit. For now, I’m going to let Father’s Day distract me. Tomorrow, back to ascending the Sisyphean slope.

Lake Tahoe

On the road again. I’m writing from our hotel room in South Lake Tahoe. We drove down Thursday afternoon, stopping in Redding, California where we deposited the HA with her delighted grandmother. (They are currently enjoying a symbiosis wherein the HA gets absolutely spoiled and my mother gets unfettered access to her granddaughter for a couple of days.) Friday we headed east, through the Northern California woods and mountains to Reno, Nevada, where we stopped for lunch at a Brewpub. Then we headed south to Lake Tahoe.

Memorial Day 2017

I don’t come from a military family. My paternal grandfather was a medic in WWII. I’m not sure about my maternal grandfather. I have uncles by marriage on either side of the family who were medics in the Vietnam war, one stationed in Korea, the other in Vietnam. My sister and I both served, she in Signals Intelligence and I in Psychological Operations.