Sunday, 16 March 2014

Progress, Pets and Punching Myself


The word of the week is nemophilist.

March 10 – Forward

Material concerns are dropping away this spring, it seems.

My family has repeatedly told me that they want me to be able to write, to be able to get the stories that are in my head out and in a form that I can make a living from.

It's astonishing how much that thought appeals to me.

Given that I'm not making very much of a wage working not very much in recent months, it's not a big stretch to go to just writing, period. However, unlike the time I spent in the summer of 2012 getting my novel's first draft onto paper, I won't have the graceful parachute of hard-won EI to help pay the bills. I certainly don't want to be a burden to my family, but I also don't want to drag my writing career along behind me while I struggle with working at a job that I'm not suited for anymore... and that pays someone with my working experience the same wage that any schmuck off the street would get.

Sure, it's not fair, but it is life.


Working for myself is the solution, but as many of you know, it's a slow and torturous road to supporting yourself. There are no shortcuts, no quick routes to not having to worry about your bills or your responsibilities. I do realize that I'm in a better position than most in some regards, in that I don't have any dependents or a spouse that I'm responsible for and that my family are all now independent financially beyond anything that I need to supplement.

The only person have to think about supporting right now is myself.


March 11 – Some Days ...

I needed a laugh today.

Well, not just one, since you should laugh fairly often. I do find humour in most situations can do my best to return to the levity lane when seriousness threatens to overtake me on the highway of life.

Cats can help you with this almost unconsciously, I've found.

While I haven't had a cat of my own for quite some time, I do hope that if and when I find a new place to reside in the future that it will allow pets. I have many fond memories of the many feline pets that I've had over the years and their companionship has meant quite a lot to me. Oftentimes, it's made the difference between a bad day in a good day and that's something very special in life, I believe.

So go ahead and have a laugh by watching the video below, created by engineers, of all people. Who better to scientifically analyze the Way Of The Cat and present it for your amusement?



March 12 – Further Progress!

My novel's really taking shape this spring.

Although I haven't been feeling all that well the last couple of days (I'm not sure why) I've done my very best to ignore the physical concentrate on the mental to get some work done.

Today that really seemed to pay off. I've known that the first dozen chapters of my novel are rather slow, as well as not in keeping with the overall tone of the rest the book. This is because I was feeling my way around the world as I was first writing it and once I hit my stride, the tone of the novel changed - for the better, I might add.


I finished rewriting the first chapter today and I'm astounded at how differently it reads. The changes may seem minor when looked at one by one, but they all add up to a much different tone and direction. The dynamism and action that was previously lacking are fully present now, with the post-apocalyptic feel of the chapter firmly in the background as it should be, instead of overshadowing everything with a morose air.

As well as making solid alterations like the ones above, I'm cutting and tweaking the entire novel chapter by chapter, scene by scene. This is to make room for all the additions and changes that need to go in throughout the entire length of the book, to weave all the many threads into a cohesive whole that will simply the reader's journey with a comprehensive uniformity in all aspects of the story.

So what I'm trying to say is that I'm truly excited to be able to show the finished book to you all very soon, later this year.


March 13 – Ouch!

My bicycle punched me today.

It's a first, I have to admit, but I'm surprised it hadn't happened before now.

I was leaning on the seat, checking the pressure level of my rear tire - as I always do - before heading to work. It was wet out and I was wearing my rain jacket as usual, which is fairly slick. I managed to lean at just the wrong angle and I slipped off the seat.

Which allowed the seat to punch me. Hard.

To be more accurate, the seat rolled, up from my waist into my left ribs in the space of a second. It compressed everything on that side of my body in a uniquely uncomfortable manner that I would liken to taking a rolling pin across your guts very quickly and without being all that gentle. 

It was, needless to say, not enjoyable.


After the initial pain subsided, I headed off to work, resolving to keep a close eye on things as I've never had this sort of injury before. I made sure not to strain myself by lifting anything unusual and by the end of the day, I was still sore on my left side but had no other noticeable symptoms of worsening damage. I finished too late for there to be any walk-in clinics open, unfortunately and I didn't want to wait all night at the hospital Emerg; no thanks.

We'll see how goes the next few days; not being someone who's played a lot of contact sports, I don't have a reference for this sort of injury. I'm hoping that it's akin to getting sucker-punched by a buddy instead of tackled by linebacker with a side of shoulder under the ribs.


March 14 – Starlog

I used to love reading science fiction magazines.

Back in the day, they were the only way to get news and extra information about science fiction and fantasy. The library certainly didn't have up-to-date information that a g33k like me devoured ravenously and there was no Internet like everybody takes for granted today. Sad to say, there were very few ways to get more information about one's geeky passions when I was growing up.

Magazines were what filled informational gap between newspapers and checking books out of the library, with the rare television special tossed in for good measure.

These were my Internet in the 1980's...

One such magazine was Starlog, which I adored but could never afford a subscription to and so I collected only the occasional issue to keep as my own. Full of science-fictiony goodness, I made sure that, for around a decade, I always checked out the latest issue at the library when it was available… if I hadn't already browsed through it on the magazine stand earlier in the month, that is.

Imagine my delight when I discovered THIS month that although Starlog is no more, the entire magazine run (several decades worth!) has been made available online… for free!

For now, I'll have to restrain myself to browsing here and there for nostalgia's sake. The temptation to go digging through years of back issues to souse out stories by my favorite authors is strong and I'll have to resist that in order to write my own stories this spring.


March 15 – The ESCAPE

I think I've found my 'Cabin In The Woods' - the good kind!

Actually, it's an RV, but I'm not going to quibble: it's an extremely impressive Tiny Home.

Built by Canoe Bay in Wisconsin, the Escape is a 400 ft.² mobile RV that looks exactly like a cedar wood cabin… if one was designed by a master architect. There are many more pictures on the well-made website, all of which show a design that has been executed flawlessly in terms of materials and use of space.

Perfection.

I would love to set up one of these here in Victoria, somewhere with a view of the woods and away from all the noisier activities of the city. Considering that the top-end model of the Escape is priced at around $125K USD before taxes and delivery, it's about a quarter the cost of the average detached family home here in the Greater Victoria Area.

There has apparently been a big and positive response from Canadians, so much so that Canoe Bay has added a special section just for us. Interestingly, Canadian RV laws mean that the porch of the Escape can be adjusted to serve as a second bedroom or office, which would be perfect for me as a writer's room.

Now I have to do is transition to making a living as a successful writer so I can afford to live in this perfect wooden palace.


March 16 – Injury Day

Turns out my bicycle punched me a little harder than I thought a few days ago.

Last night was extremely restless for me and I didn't sleep very well, as I couldn't find a comfortable position that my left side didn't ache in.

So I bit the bullet and called in sick to work today - injured, actually - and hustled down to the nearby walk-in clinic as soon as it opened. Luckily it wasn't busy and I was in and out quite fast

The doctor had good news: I haven't injured my spleen and she thinks that I've only affected my ribs, in one of several ways that would lead to my current uncomfortable soreness. She deftly recommends that I take a few days off work (ironically I don't work again until this Friday) as well as ordering up the usual tests to make sure I haven't managed to damage myself more than she thinks I might have. 

Well and good.

Pan Solo, anyone? Nice mashup...

After a stress-free sudden day off, I caught most of the Disney animated film Tangled on CBC in the evening. Not having seen the film before, I was pleasantly surprised by how well it told its story in addition to how good it looked. The character style was along the lines of the recent Disney blockbuster Frozen, both with big-eyed heroines and a clean overall animated look that I really enjoyed as it didn't get in the way of the story. I was interested to find that both films had identical ratings on RottenTomatoes.com, so they're very much cut from the same cloth.

Story is what it's all about. I found myself pulled happily into the time-tested tale of Rapunzel in Tangled, reacting to the joy and the terrors of the characters as they journeyed through the trials of their adventure. 

Being able to transport someone into the story and keep them there throughout is an art, something honed by time and practice into a gift that you give to everyone that experiences the final result of your craft.


For me, I'm a now little ways along in my own journey. My writing craft is taking shape and already I've seen the results, most recently with the Dark Crystal Authorquest contest. I couldn't be more pleased to have been one of the Editor's Choice finalists and I'll be using that recognition to spur my writing on this spring, to do the best I can and make my stories worthy of being heard.

Counting today (Sunday) I have five whole days off in a row this week, which is a lot better than saying I only worked two days at my retail job. Three of those days are going to be spent wholly writing, smoothing and shaping my novel even further. I have hundreds of things noted that need to be tweaked, so there's a lot to do and spring's almost here!

Monday, 10 March 2014

Moustaches, Moderation and Materialism


The word of the week is intriguing.

March 3 - Everything In

Moderation seems to be key for me right now.

Actually, moderation has been something that I've practiced for most of my life, mainly in the form of stress management. It's not a solution in itself; too much moderation and you lose passion, which will leave you adrift in a sea of mediocrity when you should be paddling towards the shore of your dreams.

Yet you should also be careful not to let excess run your life. For me, materialism in the form of collecting things at one time threatened to become a safety blanket that I might never have given up. In the age of eBay, it's all too easy to let retail therapy take the place of actually facing the problems in your life and finding solutions to them.

... said Art Buchwald.


Having moved to BC over half a decade ago and in the process divesting myself of many of my possessions that in some ways had come to possess me, I now understand that the material has its place in one's life - it shouldn't be something that is in the place OF one's life.

Your things are not you, nor do they define you.

You define you, by your choices - and by your dreams.


March 4 - Tea Strainers

I received another mustache complement today!

Ever since Movember ended months ago, I've had a mustache and - if you'll pardon the pun - it's really grown on me. Not only does it keep my face a little warmer in the cool chill wind as I cycle, it also looks rather good, I think.

So much so, that at least half a dozen people have compared it to Tom Selleck's which I find to be a huge compliment. I've long been an admirer of Mr. Selleck, mainly for his well-known role as Thomas Magnum in the 1980s TV series Magnum PI and intrinsic to that character was Selleck's magnificent mustache.

If you've never noticed this before, well... tada!

Recently, Tom was on the The Late Show and set straight the rumor about how he turned down the role of Indiana Jones that went to Harrison Ford. It's quite amusing to watch and of course, the famous mustache is still doing its thing:



March 5 - Poems x2

Poetry has always been a hobby of mine, one that runs in the family.

The mind of a poet is a curious thing, I believe. To be able to marry words with rythym takes a certain special mindset - along with decades of practice - to perfect. There are as many kinds of poets as there are styles of poetry, with new ones being invented all the time along with unique re-workings of the old.

Every so often though, someone comes along and shakes things up a little.

In the case of Derek Nichols, he wrote a poem that can be read two ways with completely different meanings depending on how the words are read. If there read top to bottom, the poem is a social commentary on the disaffected sociability of the current youngest generation. Read bottom to top, it's a fascinating rebuttal of that exact disaffection. Read for yourself and be amazed at the skill that resides in such a young mind:

Our generation will be known for nothing.
Never will anybody say,
We were the peak of mankind.
That is wrong, the truth is
Our generation was a failure.
Thinking that
We actually succeeded
Is a waste. And we know
Living only for money and power
Is the way to go.
Being loving, respectful, and kind
Is a dumb thing to do.
Forgetting about that time,
Will not be easy, but we will try.
Changing our world for the better
Is something we never did.
Giving up
Was how we handled our problems.
Working hard
Was a joke.
We knew that
People thought we couldn’t come back
That might be true,
Unless we turn things around

(Read from bottom to top now)



Unless we turn things around
That might be true,
People thought we couldn’t come back
We knew that
Was a joke.
Working hard
Was how we handled our problems.
Giving up
Is something we never did.
Changing our world for the better
Will not be easy, but we will try.
Forgetting about that time,
Is a dumb thing to do.
Being loving, respectful, and kind
Is the way to go.
Living only for money and power
Is a waste. And we know
We actually succeeded
Thinking that
Our generation was a failure.
That is wrong, the truth is
We were the peak of mankind.
Never will anybody say,
Our generation will be known for nothing.


March 6 - For Science!

Sometimes I wonder what might have happened had I been gifted at math.

Like the above entry about the young poet, there's a bit of fascinating news today about a young scientist with quite a few brain cells to rub together.

Jamie Edwards has built his own fusion reactor - at age 13.

Today on March 6, he activated the reactor under controlled conditions at his school and achieve fusion. In that act, he became the youngest person ever to do so, which is pretty darn cool.

He's glowing with pride!

In a thoroughly modern take on the story, the young man blogged his progress as he put the reactor together and took the steps necessary to be trained in its safe operation. It might be noted that quite a few people assisted him in preparing for this venture and ensuring that safety was paramount.

What's next for Jamie? Maybe he'll build the world's first true artificial intelligence out of shoelaces.


March 7 - Spring!

Things are warming up fast around here this week!

Riding to work down View Street today, I was thrilled to see that all of the cherry trees had burst and the blossom already! It's not even halfway through March and all the plants around here are quite green already, though the new shoots haven't opened on most of the trees - yet.
With daylight savings time happening this weekend, the combination of an earlier, brighter morning and warmer weather means that people will definitely be feeling the joys of spring sooner here in Victoria.

It's worth all the difficulties it took to get here to this city when I see pictures like this:

Flowers in front of a Monkey Puzzle Tree!


March 8 - Fantastic Feedback!

Part of the writing life is how one's work affects people.

Getting feedback, for good or bad, is a vitally necessary part of the process as I've mentioned before. It's so for several reasons: apart from helping to improve one's skill as a writer, it's personally rewarding to hear that people truly enjoyed what you've shared from the intangible reaches of one's muse.

Today I received a lovely e-mail, from a complete stranger, who read my entry 'Darkening Light' on the Dark Crystal Forums - you can download the story and read it here, if you like. Here's what 'Jen' had to say in one of several emails to me:

I am not a very good writer.  I love reading a good book though and your story was lovely.  If you ever do write more let me know because I would enjoy hearing the ending.

After my ego stopped shouting with joy, I thought a bit and realized that this was high praise indeed, coming from someone who by their own admission has low confidence in their writing skills. For me to have reached them through my carefully-crafted words meant that I had done my job right, because they were eager to read more about the story I had set down from the unique space of my imagination.


Confidence comes with time, and positive feedback from people familiar with only my work, not me personally, is incredibly uplifting. If a picture is worth a thousand words, then praise is worth ten times that… and goes to show how a little can go a long way towards inspiring an author to create!


March 9 - Good Things Come in Threes

Today was a triple pleasure!

The first third of the day was spent to work, which went rather quickly and easily from start to finish and so surprised me quite a lot. There was no stress to speak of and I left smiling for the first time in a while, in the main because I was not sharing a shift with said tin god, for a wonder.

I zoomed straight from work to Murchie's Tea downtown to meet the members of my critique group. We had decided that it'd be nice to meet a few times a month outside of the critique group, so that we didn't spend so much time catching up with each other instead of actually critiquing. 



It was wonderful to just be able to sit down and talk with people who are widely read and of high intelligence, who deftly fit into the G33ky category and are unashamed of it - rightly so! Yet again I was happy to be part of the solid conversation, where I listened as much as I was listened to and nobody made any motion to seem as though they wanted to be elsewhere. I could happily spend every Sunday afternoon doing this, much as I realized that my time is best spent writing if I want to get anywhere in the craft.

After getting home and having a touch of dinner, a surprise phone call came!

My sister called to say that I have been invited to get together tonight with the same diverse group of friends that she's cultivated soon after here in Victoria and that they had been asking about me. I headed over soon after her call to her friend's stylish home in nearby Cook Street Village, arriving at the party to find about 40 people shooting the breeze over wine and the remains of a sumptuous meal. I found an empty chair near a few folks that I knew and soon was deep into a conversation covering the intricacies of Japanese vending machines and military camouflage techniques involving albedo light levels. 



To my utter delight, several of the people there pressed me for an update about my novel, which I happily obliged them in. They all seemed quite taken with having a science fiction writer in their midst and wanted to hear all about my book in particular, which I told them about quite passionately and they made quite a rapt audience. I did take care not to enthuse at too great a length, though I was quite pleased to talk about my experience writing the book and the art of wordsmithing in general. I left quite contented after a few hours to head home and finish my blog with the glow of praise for my pursuit of the writing life. 

It was heavenly.


Apart from dropping my cell phone on the way home today, it's been a decent enough week. I worked six days in total, double the number I thought I might and most went fairly well overall. To be sure, I'd have rather been writing, but considering the realities of current earnings vs possible writing monies, I'll have to take what I can get and fit in my worksmithing as I can around my day job - nothing new there.