Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Blog Story Experiment - What I'll Do Differently, Part 1

I said my post today was going to be mostly about optimizing layout.  I'm going to talk about that next week. 

What I really want to talk about first is my shift in goals.

Like so many writers, especially writers of a certain age, I've got WAY too much stuff in my life -- way too many ideas, way too many projects, way too many interests, way too many promises and responsibilities -- and not enough time and energy for them.

So the quest of my existence is to find a way to fit everything into a comfortable package.  Including, you know, sleep.

This summer was a great experience. Usually summers don't work out for me.  I am not suited to the weather or the long days, and no matter how I set my goals, I never achieve them, and even if I manage to accomplish something, it's something other than I wanted or needed.

But this summer? With the blog story driving it?  It worked.  The pieces came together and it fit my lifestyle. I didn't sacrifice to accomplish anything, I enjoyed myself a lot, and I met my deadlines with art and story twice a week.

But...

This summer was kind of done in the laboratory.  I didn't do anything else. I worked fewer hours at the day job. I cut back on the blog.  I also had lower expectations because summer is slow on the internet.  Fewer people watching and reading.

So I was able to throw a tremendous amount of energy into this experiment.  And it needed it -- Kris Rusch was right, 600-700 words is a TOUGH length, and doing it twice a week was a major challenge.  Especially since I was more or less pantsing it thew whole time.  Sure, I had a good idea of where I was going, but whenever I got an idea, it required a lot of brainstorming to figure out the exact right details I need to put in each highly distilled chapter.  And in the end I was often writing each chapter and doing the illo right up to deadline.

And I nearly sank myself trying to do the dual goal on the Clarion Write-a-thon.  I managed, more or less, but doing an expanded version and a distilled version did not work for me.  All it did was wear me out and set me back.

But that was a learning experience too.

So what does this mean for the future?

Well, I'm going to continue this experiment, so I guess the first thing it means is that I'm taking this out of the protected summer environment and checking it out during the regular year.

This is one of the reasons why I'm switching to a different story as soon as this one is over.  The other story, Test of Freedom, is drafted.  It will still require work, but it won't require that intensive brainstorming.  It will give me more time to see if this fits in with the rest of my life, and if I can get some other projects done.

But I want to do more than see if I can survive this effort.  I want to see if it will make me thrive?  Can what succeeded for me this summer continue to work for me the rest of the year?  Can I get work done? Can I build an audience?  Can I sell books?

Next week, I'm going to talk about some of the mundane little details of how I'm going to approach this differently -- how I'm gong to tweak my blog, and things like that.

And I just realized that is pretty scary.  Why?  Because I'm tired.  Fun is exhausting and I've been having fun and my brain isn't functioning well... and next week's Wednesday post is about details.  There are so many million little details to deal with when you shift into gear.

So I think one more thing I need to do, to make sure this fall is a success, is Conservation of Energy.  I need to make sure that I don't let the little things destroy what I'm doing.

The writing, and drawing, comes first.  If I never get my website improved, or my book blurbs optimized or anything else I intended to do, that's okay.  The prime test is to see if my writing life can survive this new schedule.

See you in the funny papers.



Progress report for "A Round of Words in 80 Days"

Sunday Day 42 - Illlustration for Episode 29
Monday Day 43 - Spontaneous Story Notes for Episode 29
Tuesday Day 44 - Working on a new version of Episode 31, and this update post.


Monday, August 13, 2012

Story Notes: Favorite Bits

It's always dangerous for a writer to say "this is my favorite bit!"

Because, you know, readers may not agree.  Or worse, they may nod knowingly to themselves and say, "Yeah, we noticed, you self-indulgent noodle-head."

But you know, favorite bits are what storytelling is all about.  If it's not a favorite bit, then it needs to be the part that makes the favorite bit work.  (And, admittedly, sometimes it takes a lot of other pieces to make a favorite bit work.)  Furthermore, you'll never figure out how to do "favorite bits" better if you don't take 'em out and look at 'em.

So with that in mind, I admit to you that yesterday's episode is one of my favorites.  I'll also admit that I'm not sure why.

But on thinking about it, I have a couple of theories:

One reason is pretty basic: this is the moment when the main story kicks into gear.

Oh, sure, the episode with Lina's escape is where the action starts.  But in terms of the main problem of the story -- rescuing Thorny -- it's just a catalyst.  As long as Thorny was safely locked in the larder, with the benevolent Niko watching over him, he was reasonably safe.  His rescue is a problem, not a crisis.

Now he's in danger.  (In the clutches of someone who may bear a slight resemblance to Daffy Duck, perhaps, but still a desperate man with a gun.)  And Rozinshura, who has been keeping a careful lid on things, now has a lid on himself.  Even if he gets out, things have gotten away from him.  So it's up to Alex, and Lina, neither of whom know what's happened.

The other reason, I suppose, is just that I enjoy a good old-fashioned Warner cartoon villain, and his inability to ever fully win.

Pookiterin is the sort of character who, in a silent picture, is a magnet for cream pies in the face.  He's the kind of character who, in a cartoon, runs off a cliff, his own delusion and momentum keeping him going forward until someone reminds him of the law of gravity.

And Rozinshura, when faced with such a character, can't seem to help but do his Bugs Bunny impression.  I don't think he's such an inveterate liar most of the time -- more of a leg-puller -- but Pookiterin just brings out the worst in him.

And when I think about it, a little gullibility suits even a great competent villain.  There's a wonderful moment in The Prisoner of Zenda (1937) where the charming young villain, Rupert, gets the drop on the hero, Rudolf.  On a rational level, Rupert knows that Rudolf is a goody-two shoes, but in his heart of hearts, he can't believe that Rudolf could just throw away his shot at taking over the country.  It's an opportunity Rupert will never have.

So when Rudolf pretends to be willing to turn to the Dark Side, Rupert is willing to listen, cautiously, to a possible bargain.   He lets Rudolf have a cigarette as they talk and Rudolf looks thoughtful and then makes an offer.

"Half my kingdom...," he says.

Rupert, for one moment, utterly believes him.  It's his dream come true, he's being offered half the kingdom.

"....for a match," adds Rudolf wryly.

Rupert, of course, recovers quickly and grins.  He's a masterful villain, and scoring verbal points like that is one of his own skills, so he appreciates the skill in others.  But it does get under his skin sufficiently to give Rudolf an edge, and within moments the swordfight is on.

(You can see the scene in this six minute clip on YouTube -- the bit I'm talking about is about 2 minutes in.)

Cloak and sword heroes and villains have to be good at mind games. And I think that's one of the reasons Rozinshura stepped, unbidden, into a larger role in this story.  Alex is a little too young and inexperienced to be quite that wily.

Rozinshura, however, needs to watch out.  Not only can his glib way of bending the truth get himself into trouble, it also can get ME into trouble.  He's the only source of information on many things for the audience.  A character who lies a lot can be fine for building in twists, but it also can be very confusing in something as tightly written and short as this.

It's tempting to write a trickster scene as a script -- just give the dialog and let the audience learn to trust or not to trust.  But while that's fun, you have to have room for set up and to establish enough reality so that the audience is comfortable and not confused.  But with this story, because so much is out of the realm of knowlege of the audience and even the characters, and because all of the characters have something to hide from each other, I decided that the veiwpoint characters have to play fair with the audience.

So I've been including a little more of a "scorecard" with what Rozinshura says. It may stick out a bit too much, but I think it's necessary.

Trickster characters have been a favorite of mine since Puss In Boots.  (And folks, if you only know Puss In Boots from Shrek movies, you gotta read some iteration of the original folk tale.  Much as I love the swashbuckling Puss with the Castillian lisp, the original kitty was less Zorro and more snake oil salesman.)

Hmmmm.  I may do something about Puss In Boots -- and modern variations like Lady For A Day or Pocket Full of Miracles -- for Friday Favorites this fall.

See you in the funny papers.

(Or perhaps I should say "Ah buh, the...  ah buh, the.... That's All Folks!")

Misplaced Hero - Episode 29


The Case of the Misplaced Hero 29

Episode 29 - Thorny Revealed
by Camille LaGuire

Throughout the interview, Rozinshura had been sitting lazily, as if he were indeed a fool.  But as soon as Pookiterin was gone, he launched himself to his feet, and made his way across the kitchen with surprising speed to where Niko and Lady Featherdale were waiting.

"Quickly," he said.  "That won't keep him long.  Where are my keys?"

"Pookiterin threatened to search me, so I gave them to the boy to hold," said Niko. Rozinshura swore softly, and looked at the door. He wondered how much trouble it would be to remove the hinges.

"But I do have my own keys," said Niko, and he produced them from a shelf behind some pots and pans.

"Good man!" said Rozinshura.  "Fetch some of your hangover cure too.  He will need it."

Rozinshura unlocked the door and roused the old man. Thornton was hard to wake, but between the captain and Niko, they got him upright and had him drinking the cure, and moaning.  When he was awake enough, they stepped aside and pointed him to the doorway, where Lady Featherdale waited.

When her ladyship saw his face, she gasped.

For a moment Rozinshura's spirits lifted. She knew him!  But then he saw she was not looking at the old man. She stumbled into the larder as though pushed.

Pookiterin was standing behind her with a pistol.  Behind him were his two guards -- the worse for drink but upright.

"You think I am an idiot?" snarled Pookiterin.

Rozinshura sighed.

"I hoped you thought I am an idiot," he said.

"I knew you had the spy here. I knew it!  So I waited to see what you would do when I left, and here he is!"

"My orders are--" began Rozinshura.

"Your orders are worthless!" said Pookiterin.  "I heard the whistle of a train when I went outside.  Whoever is on that train will be no friend of yours. That emissary will come from General Bargellin, my superior."

"Are you sure?" said Rozinshura.

"Of course I'm sure! What am I telling you?"

"Are you sure it's not Vshtin himself on that train?"

"But you said..."

"I lied."

It was as though Rozinshura had dumped a bucket on Pookiterin's head.  The colonel seemed to struggle for breath, but it was no time to celebrate victory. Pookiterin still had the gun and he was pointing it at Rozinshura's heart.

"And the telegraph lines?" stammered the colonel.

"They've been down for a month now. They're always down. It means nothing."

"How did you hear he was coming, then?" said Pookiterin, suspicious.

"We go down to Vinschke every day for orders and messages."

The fact was Rozinshura was lying again; the lines were fine.  But he hoped Pookiterin would run to town to ask his masters for instructions.

But Pookiterin only licked his lips in desperation and waggled the gun.

"You and your cook are still under arrest," he said, his gaze darting back and forth, as if he were making up his story on the spot.  "You helped the Cussar girl escape. And... and yes, you tried to shelter this spy!"

Was he just planning how to cover his tracks, or was he building up courage to shoot them all? As he dithered, Rozinshura decided to help him make up his mind.  The space was small, but he and Niko were to either side.

"If you shoot me now, Niko will kill you," said Rozinshura.  "If you shoot Niko, I will kill you."

Pookiterin drew himself up, looking slightly more panicked, as if that had been his plan, but he recovered well.

"You will be shot by firing squad, according to rules.  For now, you are all under arrest."

"But what about me?" said Lady Featherdale.

"You will be detained!" shouted Pookiterin.  "As a matter of security!  Now give me my spy!"

"Why shouldn't he be detained with us?" tried Rozinshura, but Pookiterin swung his gun to Rozinshura's face and seemed ready to shoot in spite of himself.

Rozinshura surrendered Professor Thornton, along with his keys.  In only a moment the three of them were locked in the larder.





The Case of the Misplaced Hero -- now available as an ebook at major online retailers, including:

In most ebook formats at Smashwords, plus Amazon's Kindle Store, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, Diesel, Apple iBookstore(Coming soon to Sony.)

Now also at Amazon's international stores: UK, Germany, France, Italy, Spain, Japan.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Sun Update - and Coming Attractions

Midpoint in ROW80 Round 3

I meant to do different things than I did this week.  I meant, for instance, to draft more episodes of The Serial.  I did do a lot of think-work on it. And I wrote a limerick for Episode 33, in which Thorny is sober enough to realize how surreal his experience is becoming, and how that should inspire his literary side... but not sober enough to be all that literary.  I also figured out how to shuffle the correct swords into the correct hands for the finale.

And I wrote the super-rough drafts of a bunch of blog posts for fall.  I have two series coming up, one on genre and different ways of looking at it, and one on Impact Characters -- those major characters who are not the villain and not the protagonist, so what are they?  But those series are for fall, an I don't know yet how many posts will be in each series. It might be as little as two each, or they might spread out over four or more.

A Round of Words in 80 Days Update

This Segment's Progress:

Wednesday Day 38 - Illo for Thursday's Episode
Thursday Day 39 - Posted Episode 28 "The Girl With The Sword"
Friday Day 40 - Drafted the "credit cookie" ending for the story.
Saturday Day 41 - Drafted future blog posts, and wrote this update.


This Week's Upcoming Posts

Monday - Episode 29 "Thorny Revealed"
Rozinshura has to get Thorny out, identified and moved before Pookiterin gets back.

(And an unscheduled post on Tuesday: Story Notes for Ep 29 - Villains, Cartoons and Favorite Bits)

Wednesday - Blog Story Logistics; Some Things I'll Do Differently.
A look back at how I did this serial, and a few things I'll change. (Mostly about optimizing the layout.)

Thursday - Episode 30 "Lina's Story"
Lina tells her story of finding the dying spy.

See you in the funny papers.

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Misplaced Hero - Episode 28


The Case of the Misplaced Hero 28
 
Episode 28 - The Girl With The Sword
by Camille LaGuire

Alex stood still a moment, the sword at his throat.

It was a sabre, and the girl was holding it not with the point toward him, but with the edge angled, ready to slash.  Alex's first thought was that she seemed more afraid of him than she had been of Pookiterin.

His second thought was why?

"Why did you try to poison that officer?" she repeated, perhaps answering the question.

"I was just trying to help you."

"Are you an assassin?" she said, narrowing her eyes further.  "Were you trying to stop him from finding out something?

"No!" said Alex.  "It was just a drug. It's anti-poison, actually.  It's in my pocket.  Can I show you?"

"No.  Put your hands on your head and turn around."

When he obeyed, she patted his pockets and found the bottle.  She stepped back to read it, and he turned around to watch.  She frowned at the bottle and mouthed the words with difficulty.  She was a peasant girl and probably couldn't read very well, but at least the writing was in Awarshi. After a second, she looked up.

"It's ipecac," she said, and she almost smiled.  She knew what ipecac was.

"That's right. It would just make him throw up.  And then I could get the drop on him, and you could get away."

She lowered the sword, although kept it at the ready.  She squinted at him as she thought for a moment.

"Why would you help me?" she said.

"I think you were arrested with a friend of mine.  Professor Thornton. He is--"

"Wet and old and drunk?"

"Yes, he fell in the river. Or, actually, he jumped, but he wasn't trying to kill himself. He was just so drunk he thought it was a cool idea."

"He is foolish," she said with a knowing nod.  "He talks too much."

"He's a professor," he replied.  "Words are his business." He paused and then added. "I'm Alex."

"My name is Lina," she said and she rested the tip of the sword casually on the ground.  He remembered, though, how wildly she could wield it.

"So you've see him, then?" said Alex.  "Is he okay?  Did they hurt him?"

"He'll have some bruises," she said.  "Who is he?"

"He's just a professor of literature."

"Why are the captain and the colonel fighting over him?"

"No reason at all.  He's just an old man."

She sank down to sit on a pile of sacks, and blew air out between her lips.  She avoided looking at him, and didn't question his answer, like maybe she had an answer of her own.  He remembered the questions she asked Pookiterin.

"You think my friend was mistaken for somebody else, don't you?" he said.

She nodded slowly.  "I think he fits the description of a real spy who was killed in the train wreck."

"And you know something about this real spy?"

"I saw him die," she said.  "I was with him.  It was no accident."

Alex pulled one of the bales of blankets down and put it on the floor and sat himself.

"Maybe you'd better tell me about it."





The Case of the Misplaced Hero -- now available as an ebook at major online retailers, including:

In most ebook formats at Smashwords, plus Amazon's Kindle Store, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, Diesel, Apple iBookstore(Coming soon to Sony.)

Now also at Amazon's international stores: UK, Germany, France, Italy, Spain, Japan.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Wed Update - ROW80 Goals

As I mentioned in the Popcorn Tigers post, this fall I'm radically changing my writing focus for the rest of this year.

I'm going to be Deadline Driven.

That means that nothing counts until it's published.

And to that end, I am merging my blog and my fiction writing.  You're not just going to hear about my writing, you're going to see it right here -- with the twice-a-week serial and the once-a-month comic strip.  Kind of a "what you see is what you get" thing.

Or perhaps I should say that deadline/submission/publication is where the rubber hits the road with writing.  That's the defining moment of a story, when it's in somebody else's hands.

My blog is now my writing life, my career, my work in progress -- and my dare goal.


Goals for the Rest of ROW80

The Blog Story for the remainder of this round will still be The Case of the Misplaced Hero.  It should be finished right around the end of the round on September 20.

I will meet six deadlines per week -- however, since I won't go back to my full blog publishing schedule until September, August is going to be a bit of a cheat:

August:

For August, I'll be blogging four days a week, so I'm counting illustrations as a separate item:

  • 2 illos
  • 2 episodes
  • 2 update posts

I also hope to have the whole story done on Misplaced Hero, and maybe even get the ebook finished.  I'll post more about this project as it goes along.


September:

I'll move to six posts per week, and I'll count each post as one item, illustrations and all.

  • Monday: Blogstory Episode, with illo
  • Tuesday: Rotating posts (see below)
  • Wednesday: Thinky-Writery Post and small update
  • Thursday: Blogstory Episode, with illo
  • Friday: Friday Favorites, talk about books and movies
  • Sunday: Progress Update and Preview of Coming Attractions

Tuesdays will have four rotating posts each month:

1st - Miss Leech and The Yard comic strip
2nd - Story Notes, or microfiction or jokes
3rd - Typography Talk (or other Art subjects)
4th - An old public domain story posted over on Daring Adventure Stories
(5th - on those months with a fifth Tuesday, it'll be potluck -- maybe microfiction or jokes.)

Other projects in September: If I don't have The Misplaced Hero ready for ebook publication before now, that will be a priority in September.  I also have to update and reformat Wife of Freedom -- the prequel to Test of Freedom, my next blogstory.

Wife of Freedom was the first book I e-published, and could use some format improvements, as well as a note at the end to direct people to the blog for the sequel.

See you in the funny papers.



Progress report for "A Round of Words in 80 Days 

I took a break for this half-week  I did do some work each day,  however.

Sunday Day 35 - Illustration for Monday's Episode
Monday Day 36 - Worked on the end sequence.
Tuesday Day 37 - Worked more on the end sequence.



Monday, August 6, 2012

Misplaced Hero - Episode 27



The Case of the Misplaced Hero
by Camille LaGuire

Episode 27 - Which Side Are You On, Kinchin?

ROZINSHURA THOUGHT FAST. He couldn't let the moment slip. How to get Pookiterin to say more?  The man was a lap dog.  He loved to feel important. Pressure him and he might shut up.  Stroke his ego, and he'd bay like a hound.

So Rozinshura leaned forward.

"Is that true?" he said, his eyes wide with slavish astonishment.  "The Cussars did this?"

Pookiterin preened.  "We are quite certain."

"But why would the Cussars do such a thing?"

"They were paid.  Their loyalty has been bought by certain factions."

Rozinshura did not believe this for a minute. Oh, a band of Cussars could be paid to do anything, but it was not at all in their favor to attack an Awarshi train. This story had the stink of a scape-goat.  The question was whether Pookiterin knew it, or if he were just repeating what he was told.

"So there is a plot," said Rozinshura. He uncapped the brandy again and poured a little more, and offered a little more verbal bait to go with it.  "That would explain why Vshtin decided not to come here after all."

Now Pookiterin sat forward. Yes, he was interested. It meant something to him.  But he waited for Rozinshura to say more.

"We are told he must keep to his schedule in the capital," said Rozinshura.  "So I am sorry, but when you have me shot for insolence it will not be in his presence. You'll have to make do with a mere emmissary."

The colonel gave a benevolent wave, as if all insults were forgotten.

"We will all miss his presence, but his work in the capital is too important, of course," said Pookiterin.  He paused. "He is keeping to his schedule then?"

"That is what we were told."

Pookiterin took the brandy and drank, and smiled a private little smile that sent chills up Rozinshura's back.  A man like him normally loves important visitors.  He should not be so happy that Vshtin was not coming.  What did it mean?

If Vshtin were to change his schedule, that would disrupt the coup attempt. Could it be that Pookiterin knew of the coup and wanted it to go forward? Or did he think that a return to the regular schedule meant the coup had already been foiled?

Or did that smile only mean that Pookiterin wanted Rozinshura to think he knew something?

Rozinshura poured himself another drink and dropped another bit of bait.

"And now the lines are down again," he said.  "No more communications."

"The lines are down?" said Pookiterin, and he smiled a huge smile, as though it were the news he had been waiting for.

In a coup, the first thing they would do was cut the telegraph lines.

Rozinshura drank down his brandy, but barely tasted it.

"Captain, all is forgiven," said Pookiterin benevolently.  "Let me have my spy back, and we can all go about our business."

He stood, but Rozinshura sat where he was. It was too late to take back the upper hand, but he had to know more.

"Why do you think he is a spy?"

"That's none of your business!"

If it was none of Rozinshura's business, then it was something more than Pookiterin rounding up suspicious characters. There was a description.  Orders.  Rozinshura decided to shut up.  Now that he let the colonel believe the coup was going forward, he couldn't go back and blackmail him for misbehavior with the girl. Pookiterin was full of confidence again.

"Where is he?" said Pookiterin.  He pointed tot he larder door.  "Is he in there?"

Rozinshura put on his best look of confusion and gave the man a wild goose.

"Why would he be there?" said Rozinshura.  "He's a doctor! I sent him to tend the wounded at the school."

"You fool!" cried Pookiterin, and he shoved Rozinshura aside, and ran out of the kitchen.





The Case of the Misplaced Hero -- now available as an ebook at major online retailers, including:

In most ebook formats at Smashwords, plus Amazon's Kindle Store, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, Diesel, Apple iBookstore(Coming soon to Sony.)

Now also at Amazon's international stores: UK, Germany, France, Italy, Spain, Japan.

Sunday, August 5, 2012

A Blog Story Dilemma!

Today ends the Clarion Write-a-thon leg of this Blog Story Project, and with that, I look ahead and see....

I have a serious dilemma.

You may recall that I was originally going to serialize a different story this fall, A Test of Freedom, and I changed my mind and decided to keep going with the momentum of Misplaced Hero.

I just sat down and looked at Test of Freedom, and I chopped the first story of it up into 700 word chunks...

And it worked.

I mean, seriously, it worked way better than I expected.  It's exactly what that story needs.  Now that I am used to writing at that length, I can see that those episodes are already in there!  It needs editing, but not only does it work... It's a better story than Misplaced Hero.  It's still in the same category -- a world built not on history or reality but on tropes -- but it's more balanced and mature.

So now I'm thinkin' ... maybe I should go back to my plan of doing ToF in the fall, and put off the sequel to The Misplaced Hero until spring.

Pros:
  • I would have time to work more on The Case of the Misplaced Baroness before I started publishing it.
  • I would have time to work on my novels.
  • It would be easier to get out of my rut on the art -- and maybe develop my technique more -- if I had a different project to play with.
  • Test of Freedom already has a prequel for sale, and since I've got a complete draft in hand, I could more easily get the book version finished and published before the end is posted on the blog, for impatient people who are willing to pay.

Cons:
  • I wanted to test how the long term momentum would work on a serial like this.
  • It makes me feel wishy-washy changing my mind again.
  • ToF is 48-50 episodes long, so at two episodes a week, it would run until the end of March.
  • Misplaced Hero is going to need a more satisfying, less squishy and cliff-hangery ending, since it won't just lead straight into the next story. (Which is probably a good thing.)  And that might take me a little longer to do.

I really think the pros outweigh the cons here.  Especially when I consider that, now that I've learned so much from this summer, I think I have a better idea of what the whole Misplaced Hero series needs.

I could see, potentially, trading both series off an on - one summer, one winter -- with maybe some short stuff from my other series in between.

Sounds like I've made my decision, doesn't it?  I'm going to keep thinking it through until I post my Aug/Sept goals on Wednesday.


A Round of Words in 80 Days Meets The Clarion Write-a-Thon

This Segment's Progress:

Wednesday Day 31 - Ep 30 (book version)
Thursday Day 32 - Ep 30 (final)
Friday Day 33 - Ep 31 (book version) - to finish the Write-a-Thon!
Saturday Day 34 -Exhausted.


This Week's Upcoming Posts

Monday - Episode 27 "Which Side Are You On, Kinchin?"
Rozinshura doesn't like what he hears, lays a few traps.

Wednesday - Goals for the Rest of ROW80
The write-a-thon was more tiring than expected, and I'd must plain exhausted. I'm taking time off until Wednesday, when I post the new goals.  August will be a transition time.  In September, the blog will kick back into full gear.

Thursday - Episode 28 "The Girl With The Sword"
Lina wants to know which side Alex is on.

See you in the funny papers.

Thursday, August 2, 2012

Misplaced Hero - Episode 26



The Case of the Misplaced Hero
by Camille LaGuire

Episode 26 - Pookiterin In The Corner


If his bad leg had not prevented Rozinshura from leaping across the room and throttling Pookiterin with his bare hands, he would certainly have done so.  But a warning pain in the knee slowed him down enough to consider his options.

Pookiterin was vulnerable.  If Rozinshura pushed too hard, he'd fight back, but if he just let the situation do the pushing for him....

Rozinshura stepped into the alcove and looked around, at the jacket hanging in the corner, at the upturned chair, and the small glass that lay on its side on the table.  He picked up the chair and then sat in it with a heavy sigh, and looked at Pookiterin.

"Why are you here?" he asked.

Pookiterin bristled.  "How dare you question me?"

Rozinshura waved a hand and pulled the good bottle of brandy from the large pocket of his overcoat. He showed Pookiterin the label. The colonel calmed and tilted his head in a superior way.

"Thinking twice about your actions now?" said Pookiterin, with just a slight shake to his voice to say he was not as confident as he seemed.

"I always think three or four times at least, Kinchin Colonel," said Rozinshura politely.  He pulled a pair of tea cups from the shelves behind him, and poured.  "You know, it's in the rules.  Seduction and sexual coercion are not to be used with detainees.  It's rule four of the interrogation code. Right near the top."

Pookiterin made a derisive sound.  Rozinshura slid the cup across the table to him, leaning forward to make his point.

"I know.  Nobody cares, as long as you get results.  But when you are alone with a detainee and she escapes, taking your weapon with her, people want to know why your pants were down."

"My pants were not down," said Pookiterin.

"I'm speaking metaphorically, of course," said Rozinshura.

He shrugged apologetically.  The colonel took the cup and drank.  Rozinshura poured a little more.

"But I have to make a report. The witnesses, who knows what they'll say?  And the woman--"  He paused and tilted his head.  "The way she twirled that sword.... You know, I think she is a Cussar. She must be. They will be upset when she gets back to them and tells them of this."

"You think I care about a bunch of moutain goats and refugees?" said Pookiterin derisively.

"Perhaps not.  But I know I would not relish it if Commander Zuzo were to come and demand justice for his kinchin tomorrow." In truth, Rozinshura would relish it greatly.  Zuzo was fierce and uncompromising and frightening to poseurs like Pookiterin.  The province of Cussaria had been lost to a neighboring country in the previous war -- surrendered by men like Pookiterin -- but the Cussars were Awarshi to their souls and kept fighting.  Zuzo lead one of the more formidable partisan bands.

"We don't know that she is Cussar," said Pookiterin.  "And how likely is it that she belongs to Zuzo?"

"They're right across the river. They come here to resupply."

Pookiterin sat still for a moment and then suddenly he burst out angrily.

"They came here to derail the train!" he declared.  "They are part of a plo--"

He caught himself a moment too late.  He did know something of a plot.  And that plot involved the train.

No one had been to the wreck site except for Rozinshura's people.  Whatever Pookiterin knew, it was knowledge he got before the wreck.  He might even have known it would happen before it did -- or that it was likely to.

But was his mission to foil the plot, or help it along?  That was the question.






The Case of the Misplaced Hero -- now available as an ebook at major online retailers, including:

In most ebook formats at Smashwords, plus Amazon's Kindle Store, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, Diesel, Apple iBookstore(Coming soon to Sony.)

Now also at Amazon's international stores: UK, Germany, France, Italy, Spain, Japan.


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Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Miss Leech Format Test - Wed Update

In September I'll start posting a new feature on this blog:

Miss Leech and The Yard, a  cozy mystery comic strip, about Inspector Stride, a policeman who only wants to do his job, and Miss Leech, a particularly annoying old woman who sees crime-solving as a competitive sport. (You might call it Miss Marple from Inspector Slack's pov.)

I created this strip in college, for a class.  I had so much fun with that assignment, that I did three strips instead of one.  And I wrote a bunch of scripts for more comics.

I'll be posting this on Tuesdays, but I haven't decided whether it will be once a month, or twice a month.  It's not going to be every week.  I don't know if I'll have the energy to come up with a bunch of new scripts while doing everything else.

I'll start this September 4, but first I have to do some tests of the format.

The original format was not blog friendly. It was designed for amateur press magazines printed on letter-sized paper: a 2" by 8" four-panel strip fit nicely in that format. But they don't fit in a blog so well.  Even the classic 3-panel newspaper cartoon can be hard to read online -- and they usually require a special comics-oriented layout.

I'm not going to change the blog for the strip, so I'll have to redesign the strip for the blog.

Everything I've already written are four beat jokes, and require four panels.  Which is okay, because I think a two by two format will work.

So below is a quick test.  Kind of a "blue pencil" sketch...

Yeah, it's ugly.

I'm actually not sure how much I'll clean up the logo -- I'll do some, but I like the sketchiness.  But the actual art here is just a quick hand trace of the first cartoon, with different dialog inserted to test a couple of fonts.  (Comic Sans, Apple Casual and... I don't remember.)




Cartoon dialog is usually done in all caps, and I used to hand draw it in.  I may do that yet, though I will probably fiddle with some other fonts too.

See you in the funny papers.




Progress report for "A Round of Words in 80 Days Meets The Clarion Write-a-Thon"

Sunday Day 28 - Ep29 final, and the artwork for Monday's Episode 25
Monday Day 29 - Wrote but didn't finish anything. (Also did some upcoming blog posts)
Tuesday Day 30 -  Eps 8-11; added four earlier chapters to the ebook, which didn't need much editing, so I am tempted to not count it.... but right now I need to count the easy with the hard.

This is my monthly  migraine-prone time. I don't necessarily have migraines, but I am slower and groggier this time of month. (But also more excitable and distractable.)  Must remember to calculate this into my schedules in future.

I got less than a week to meet the Write-a-thon goals, gotta get a move on!

Monday, July 30, 2012

Misplaced Hero - Episode 25




The Case of the Misplaced Hero
by Camille LaGuire

Episode 25 - The Chase


BY THE TIME Alex jumped out the window, the girl was nowhere to be seen.  She couldn't have made it over the wall or to the stable yet, could she?  Then he heard a noise from above.  He glanced up, and saw an open window, and foot disappearing through it.

She went back into the building?  That was insane.

Just then one of the guards came running out the kitchen door.  The man staggered from the booze, but he was on his feet and moving, rifle in hand.

"She went ove the wall!" said Alex, and he pointed the man to a pile of boxes.  The guard staggered that way and proceeded to fail to climb them.

By this time, the other guard was attempting to climb out the window.  His rifle kept catching the bayonet on the window frame.

Alex shoved him back and reached in to guide the gun through the window.  Then he grabbed the man's collar and guided him through.  The guard fell on his face, and lay still for a moment.  Alex was afraid he'd broken his neck, but then he shook his head and rolled to a sitting position.

Alex hauled him to his feet, and aimed him for the fence, where his partner had made it half over.  The partner's feet were kicking in the air, and Alex decided that the only thing better than two incredibly drunk guards would be two incredibly drunk guards on the other side of that fence.

So he helped the second guard up onto the boxes and just for the sake of public safety, he held their rifles for them while they climbed.  He gave them each a shove, and they fell with a thump on the other side.  They grumbled at each other in Awarshi.

Alex leaned over the wall and pointed down the alley and shouted, urgently. "Spushta! She's getting away!"

They ran.

Alex tucked the rifles in behind the boxes, and slipped back to the kitchen to peek in.  There were still too many people in the kitchen. Clearly this wasn't the time to sneak Thorny out, but the guards would not be back for a while, and maybe Niko would kick everybody out of the kitchen soon.

In the meantime, Alex had a puzzle to solve: Why had the girl gone back into the building?

Was it instinct?  Like a rabbit looking for the nearest place to hide?  The girl who swung that sword around was no rabbit, and he was sure her first instinct was not to hide. But rabbit or not, she could probably use some help getting out again.

Besides, Alex had an idea.  He had noticed that, unlike the security men, the regular Awarshi soldiers had ill-fitting uniforms -- all baggy and loose, and both the men and women wore the same uniform.

The girl might be able to blend in if she had a uniform.

Alex stopped by the linen closet and grabbed some clothes, then headed upstairs to find the rooms above the kitchen windows.

The doors were all locked along that hallway, but he had the keys that Niko gave him.

The first room was full of barrels and boxes. There was a bed, indictating that it had been a guest room at one time, but the mattress was rolled up, and the bed itself was disassembled and leaning against the wall to make room for more barrels.  And the second room was the same.

Well, that explained why the Awarshis were so reluctant to invite the wreck victims into the inn. It wasn't an inn, it was a storage depot.

Alex went on to the third room.  This one had the bed intact, but it was stacked high with bales of blankets.  There were more stacks on the floor, which the girl could be hiding behind.

Alex stepped further into the room, and the door slammed shut behind him.  He turned, and found himself facing the tip of that sword.

"Why did you try to poison that officer?" hissed the girl.






The Case of the Misplaced Hero -- now available as an ebook at major online retailers, including:

In most ebook formats at Smashwords, plus Amazon's Kindle Store, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, Diesel, Apple iBookstore(Coming soon to Sony.)

Now also at Amazon's international stores: UK, Germany, France, Italy, Spain, Japan.


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Sunday, July 29, 2012

Sun Update - And Coming Attractions

This week was marked by a moderate but time-consuming family crisis. (All I can say is that if you can possibly schedule your emergencies, 2am on a Wednesday night is a really good time to hit the ER.)

But things turned out well, and we ended up having a nice trip to Zingerman's this Saturday.  We came up with a smart way to eat there.  It's SO hard to make up your mind about which sandwich to get.  Often we'll get two sandwiches each -- one to take home, one to eat there.  Well, that's a bit much. But when we compared our lists of possible sandwiches to order, we realized that we could order three sandwiches and ask them to cut them into quarters -- then we could each have a nice portion of three different choices... but only eat 3/4 of a sandwich there, and take the same amount home!

In the meantime, Zingerman's usual stellar service (combined with a recent interaction I had on the internet) has inspired another good blog post for this fall about knowing, and excelling at, your business.

I also played around with a text layout for the Miss Leech comic strip.  AND, I'm catching up. This is partly due to a series of easier episodes which aren't that much different from the book to the online versions.  (It did help to split that episode about questioning Pookiterin into two.


A Round of Words in 80 Days Meets The Clarion Write-a-Thon

This Segment's Progress:

Wednesday Day 24 - Ep 26 (final), Ep 27 (book version)
Thursday Day 25 - Had a family emergency. Did some outlining.
Friday Day 26 - Ep 27 (final), Ep 28 (book)
Saturday Day 27 - Ep 29 (book), Ep 28 (final)


This Week's Upcoming Posts


Monday - Episode 25 "The Chase"
Alex runs interference, but The Girl doesn't do what he expects.

Wednesday - A teaser for Miss Leech and The Yard
I'll talk about this comic strip series, and also post some "blue pencil test sketches" to see how the layout looks. (I'm not changing the blog template to suit the strip, so the strip has to adjust to suit the blog.)

Thursday - Episode 26 "Pookiterin In The Corner"
Rozinshura restrains himself from throttling Pookiterin, and learns a few things.

Sunday - The End of the Write-a-thon!
Only a week to go. I'm still two episodes behind on my goals, and the story is probably going to be a couple of episodes longer than I thought.   I am moving to the end of Act 2 now which will probably be Episode 31.  Then the final action sequences.... which I had some good ideas for.  Not sure how many episodes it will take, though.

See you in the funny papers.

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Misplaced Hero - Episode 24




The Case of the Misplaced Hero
by Camille LaGuire

Episode 24 - Action In The Alcove


ALEX FOUND A small glass and filled it with the spiked wine.  He poured in a dose of the ipecac, swirled it and returned to the alcove.

The girl was no longer sitting like a stone. She was talking with Pookiterin, looking him firmly in the eye, as if she were interrogating him.

"What makes you think that poor drunken old man is a spy?"

"He does not interest me," said Pookiterin.  Her gaze was steady and seemed to disconcert him.

"Did he fit a description? What were your orders?"

"He was simply out of place!" he said.  He pulled back and went to the other side of the table to face her.  Then he paused and suddenly laughed.  "You are flirting with me!" he said with a grin.  "Please continue!"

Now it was the girl's turn to look disconcerted.  She stared at him for a moment, mouth open.  But then she took a deep breath and continued her interrogation, with a fake simper in her voice:

"All right.  Tell me, my precious darling colonel, did you have a report of a spy on that train?  Is that why you are here?"

"My interest is in you, my dear," answered the colonel.  He got up and unbuttoned one more button on his already loose shirt.  "Please, remove the scarf so I can see your face properly."

"I must keep it on," said the girl.  "I am bald."

The colonel paused, and a flicker of disgust crossed his face, but then the girl's eyes flicked upward, to the colonel's own bald pate, and he knew he was being made fun of.  Rage twisted his face and like a shot, his hand flew forward.  But he didn't strike her, he only grabbed her scarf and yanked it off.

She was not bald.  She had a thick, shiny head of wavy chestnut hair, cut into a short bob.  Alex stepped into the alcove before things could go further.

"Would you like some brandy, sir?"

"Get out!" roared Pookiterin.  Alex set the drink on the table in front of him, and backed out -- but no further than necessary.

Pookiterin went back to leering at the girl.  He put his fingers on the base of the glass... and pushed it toward her.

"Please, for you, my dear."

Oh, crap.  The last thing Alex wanted was to make her sick.

The girl looked at the glass with distaste. Alex tried to catch her eye. She glanced up, and he shook his head vigorously. Did she see? She picked up the glass and smiled at the colonel. Alex raised his hand signal more obviously.

"No thank you, you old lecher!"

She jumped to her feet and threw the wine in his face. She then dashed toward the door of the alcove. Alex stepped back to make way, and block any interference from the guards.

But she didn't even leave the alcove. Instead, her fast break was for the corner where the colonel had hung his coat... and his sword belt.

She had his sword before he could even clear his eyes of wine, and she whirled it around over her head.  It was a small space, but she managed to not hit anything but the tip of Pookiterin's mustache, which she trimmed as neatly as with a pair of scissors.  She then pressed the tip of the sword to his throat.

"Back!" she said.  "To the window with you!"

He stumbled backwards, the sword point pushing deep into the soft part of his throat, under the chin.

She backed Pookiterin to the window, and made him open it.  Then she maneuvered around and pushed him back.  With a quick, backward leap, she was up on the window sill, and then she vanished.

Alex glanced back, and saw that there were other people in the room now, including Rozinshura.

There was nothing Alex could do for Thorny just now, but he was closest to the window.  He could pretend to chase the girl, and hamper the efforts of others.

Alex went straight out the window, but the girl had already disappeared.





The Case of the Misplaced Hero -- now available as an ebook at major online retailers, including:

In most ebook formats at Smashwords, plus Amazon's Kindle Store, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, Diesel, Apple iBookstore(Coming soon to Sony.)

Now also at Amazon's international stores: UK, Germany, France, Italy, Spain, Japan.


Or support this site directly;

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Blurbs and Pitches - Wed Update

Blurbs are the bane of writers everywhere.  It's particularly hard if you are writing outside of genre, so you can't even piggy back your blurb on the expectations of the audience.

I'm thinking about this because Dean Wesley Smith wrote a post last week about how important blurbs are (in a nutshell: very).  I'm also using the word "blurb" because he did, but let's pause to change terminology here:

A "blurb" refers to those quotes from famous people on a book.  You know "Loved it! Agnes Writergurl is an up and coming sensation!" That's a blurb, and that's not what Dean actually meant, and not what I am thinking about right here.

What we're actually talking about is a pitch. Also called "copy" -- as in catalog copy or jacket copy.  It's the "product description" on the purchase page at Amazon and other vendors.

So anyway, I've been thinking about all the things I've learned over lo these many years, and thinking about going back to some of my more difficult (and sucky) pitches.  My goal is to come up with a method which a beginner/amateur can use to get a handle on an unusual book.

To that end, I took another look at my hardest to blurb book, The Wife of Freedom.  This week I decided to play with the short form version. I also did this with a specific concept in mind:

Don't hide your light under a barrel.

This book intentionally violates some rules, and it's really hard to talk about it without a preface to apologize/explain what I'm doing.  Which is, admittedly, something writers always want to do.

But with this book, it's not just me. I've had reviewers (professional reviewers, no less) write to me to say they loved the book and want to write a glowing review, but they are completely stuck on how to describe the book -- because they feel the need to explain it.

Last week, though, I found a review on Goodreads where I felt the reviewer nailed it.  She had the requisite "apology" up front, but she focused on something that I had been taking for granted: politics.  It's the story about the apolitical and unfaithful wife of an extreme anarchist, who ultimately embodies his philosophy.  (Hmmm, that in itself is half a logline...)

So the first attempt at rewriting a better short-form pitch, I decided to put the political aspect front and center, rather than hiding or apologizing for it.

"Part political tract, part fairytale and melodrama, The Wife of Freedom is the story of a woman whose wild heart leads her to betray those she loves. Facing up to her faithless nature, she becomes spy, and heroine and even legend to those she betrayed.  But only by returning home to face the music can she complete her soul."

Not there yet (too vague) but I am approaching more what the story is about, what makes it different... and what the people who love it love about it.

This fall I'm going to be looking further at writing blurbs for such "nonstandard" books.  I'll try different approaches, different tricks, and see if I can come up with some guidelines, or even a worksheet that can help kickstart the writing of a nonstandard blurb.

See you in the funny papers.



Progress report for "A Round of Words in 80 Days Meets The Clarion Write-a-Thon"

Sunday Day 21 - Ep 25 (long)
Monday Day 22 - Ep 26 (long) and 25 (short)
Tuesday Day 23 - Didn't actually finish any episodes, but did major work on the next three.

I meant to get some artwork done head, but didn't get around to it.  Still, I do at least have a good idea what I need to do for Tomorrow's episode. There will be action, and I can only think of one moment which will depict it without being a spoiler.


Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Story Notes: Misplaced Hero 23 - My Big Mistake

Just when I said I was getting into the "vision" of the serial and no longer wanted to do the book version much differently, I finally slammed face first against a scene that actually does require a longer version.

From the reader's perspective, you might say yesterday's ep was a weak episode.  It might be confusing, or it might be fine.  It might even be funny and you are eager for more.

But from a writer's perspective, it's a fail.  It's recoverable, but it's still a mistake. And the mistake didn't actually happen in that episode.   It happened several episodes earlier, when I let the imaginary readers in my head dictate the pace.

Imaginary readers are, as P. G. Wodehouse put it: "...an impatient race. They chafe at scenic rhapsodies and want to get on to the rough stuff."

So I put off this investigation scene, until I got to a point where I had to put it in, and then squeeze it in as small as possible: I scribbled and worked and I polished the hell out of that episode to try to make it both interesting and comprehensible in the given length requirements.  And I'm not sure I succeeded at anything more than a dancing bear.  (That is, it doesn't dance well, but we're amazed it dances at all.)

And if I were to work on it steadily for, oh, another month or so, I might even get all the stuff into it that I need.  Then it could be like poetry -- perfectly timed and distilled.

But it wouldn't be better than it would if it were simply longer.  Maybe broken into several episodes. However, now the momentum toward action in the kitchen has started and there isn't room for a long digression.

Investigation scenes do two things: They give information and they fill in character.  Both of these things are time consuming.  They need elbow room.  In a mystery novel, such a scene could take many chapters, and they would be good and interesting chapters.

And I screwed up by squeezing out the very things that made this scene important.

This is the perennial problem of "live" writing: 20-20 hindsight doesn't do you much good.  Other than as, you know, a learning experience.

So let's take a closer look at what I learned.  (If you haven't been following the story, this will probably be clear enough.  Or you could just look at Episode 23 -- it would probably be no more confusing than it is for those following the story.)

What's Missing?

...From the scene itself? Subtext and motivation, mainly.

For instance, why does Rozinshura trust Lady Featherdale?  Is it even clear that he does trust her and doesn't trust relevant others? Or does it just seem like one of those conveniences of fast-paced fiction that he decides to let her have a look at Thorny, when he's hiding the guy from everybody else?

I think I did manage at least the subtext for that; she is a fellow pragmatist.  She thinks like he does.  And so he is confident that if she betrays him -- if she turns out to be the master spy of all -- she will at least do it for a reason he can respect.

To really lay the groundwork, though, I would need more time for interaction with her and with others.  The bit where he calls her on substituting cheap brandy for the good stuff could have been fleshed out a bit more -- a little more banter, a little more sparking of connections.

The place I failed completely was setting up the other reason he trusts her: he has to trust somebody.  He has come to a dead end in terms of figuring out who Thorny is. I suppose an attentive reader might come to the same conclusion, just via intuition, but I did not set it up.

The reason I didn't set it up is because the scenes in which we see him come to a dead end don't go anywhere in and of themselves.  As he observes at the beginning of the episode: Those who know the least say the most.

In a book, I could use those "nothing" scenes to introduce the main scene -- because in a book the reader is not stuck waiting at the end of those scenes.  They get to move on to the climax of the sequence.  The scenes could still be fun, and reveal character and context, but they don't have to have their own point.  Unlike chapters, episodes in a serial must have a point.

But what's really missing is time for Rozinshura to think.  With investigations, you have to have space for thinking -- thinking is trajectory.  It's where things are going within the scene.  You can replace internal thought with banter -- which can be a fun way to reveal what's going on under the surface of the characters -- but that takes even more space than thoughts do.

When you're squeezed for space, you end up doing what the Hollywood folk call "On the nose" dialog and prose.  Characters can't make natural, and informative, digressions -- they have to give up the information at once.  There is no room for characters to feel each other out.  They have to read each other's minds.  And not in a fun way. (I could have had more fun with how Lady Featherdale sees through Rozinshura's questions, but there wasn't room to do more than a hint.)

And even though Rozinshura might ask a particular question for reasons of his own, it comes off sounding like he's just asking the questions the story needs him to ask. I had to leave out his agenda.

I think this episode would have been better broken into two.

The first episode would have more banter, and the characters getting comfortable together, and telling the colorul story of their escape and saving the ambassador, and the heroic Miss Vilthrop. And all the while Rozinshura gains their trust.  That episode would end with him zeroing in on what he really wants to know about: Winslow Argoss.

Then next episode could concentrate on the ins and outs of why Argoss could be Thorny, and we could see where Rozinshura is headed with this, and the stakes. And I could make something of the ironic little moment when Alex delivers the blootchkes while Rozinshura is pondering whether this Emmett could be the mysterious invisible Alex.

Because I have a good pay off for that later.  The pay off still works without it, but it would work better with it.

This is one of the reasons some writers are afraid of writing a serial.  They're afraid of making a mistake that will keep them from writing the story it's supposed to be.

But it's not an unrecoverable error.  It's a weak episode, but that's the nature of pulp.


Recoverable Errors

I have another scene coming up -- when Rozinshura finally feels ready to question Pookiterin -- which I'll think long and hard before editing it too tightly.  I will consider splitting it into two episodes, or just writing longer than the set limit.

I'll also consider pulling out some aspects of the scene to develop into their own scenes. This is what I was talking about in the "Joys of Imperfection" post -- turning a mistake into an opportunity, either in a new story, or within the existing one.  For instance, there is an excellent opportunity coming up for Rozinshura to pause and think, and maybe even conspire with Lady Featherdale and/or Evans.

(I may not include Evans with the conspiring, though -- Niko really needs more help in the kitchen, and Evans is the obvious choice there.)

But as I learned here, a mistake can cause you to betray the story as well as provide you with more opportunities to go deeper.

Which brings us to the other thing that's missing:


The Voice of the Story

I can fix the voice in the book version:  The whole sequence inside the inn could easily become something more elaborate, like a French Comedy of Errors ... because there are so many different characters with so many different needs and problems here.  And I don't need to change the story to do that.  I just have to let some pruned stems blossom.

But that Comedy of Errors aspect is partly why I wanted to do this as a serial in the first place.  I don't want to leave it for the book version. I want to get it into the serial itself.  When I tried to rush the straight-line plot through, I cut off some options to spend more time on the trivia that make this story worth writing, and I'm sorry about that.

I know it's counter-intuitive, but I think it is a mistake in a serial to sacrifice the "now" for the "later."  We're so focused on cliff-hangers that I think we forget:

The biggest cliffhanger of all is for the reader to have such a good time that they want to do it again.

That's the concept of a comic strip.  That's the concept of a blog.  It's the concept of every other serialized form out there. It's fine for a book to tease the reader through to the ending, because that ending is right there for the reader to get to.

A serial needs to be about the journey.  About the "now."

And that's a different skill, which I am learning.  I may not be able to do everything I want yet, but I do promise not to sacrifice character opportunities purely to move the story along in future.

(But for those who are waiting for the swashing of bucklers, you'll get a little of that on Thursday....)

I have another post half-written about what "voice" is in a story, and how I'm developing it here. I was saving it for fall, when I get back to regular blogging.   However, given that the issue has pushed itself to the forefront, I may talk about it sooner.

In the meantime, I'll be talking about rewriting an old book blurb tomorrow -- something I hope to turn into a series, as I look at specific problems with specific oddball books.

See you in the funny papers.