I insist it isn’t writer’s block

My readers should know by now that I’m two weeks (nearly half-way) into NaNoWriMo, working on the sequel to Kenning Magic. If you check the tiny calendar in the right widget bar, you’ll see that I’m making sporadic progress, although I’m behind on word count by a bit more than a day. I should be at about 22K.

But I’m not worried. Yet. I can catch up this weekend. Or after Thanksgiving (which I’m celebrating on Tuesday instead of Thursday due to scheduling conflicts). Or after I’ve graded the latest stack of papers. Or after I’ve finished these two books by Diana Wynne Jones.

I’ll start to worry if I don’t put a few more green boxes into that calendar. Green marks productive days, where I write beyond the daily 1666-word minimum. Yellow marks days on which I’ve done some writing, but not the minimum. Red — well, you can probably guess. I like to think of those non-writing days as thinking days — figuring out plot, motivation, characters’ names. When he was quite young, a friend’s son used to protest, if accused of falling asleep in the car, “I wasn’t asleep, I was thinking!” I feel that way about “not writing” — I’m never not writing, even in those hours when I’m not racking up the word count.

Meanwhile, I’ve finished DWJ’s Hexwood and am nearly done with Fire & Hemlock. In the the first book, Jones plays around with the Arthurian legend, and in the second she riffs on Tam Lin. Each has something to say about how memory messes around with the world we think we live in. Hexwood is the more challenging read, looping back and forth across time, with characters older, then younger, then older again, as if each version of a self exists concurrently. I was half-way through the novel before I had enough pieces of this puzzle to understand what was going on, and I felt so proud of myself to have figured out a critical connection a whole page before it was revealed.

Fire & Hemlock, on the other hand, is much more straight-forward, the mystery lying in why things are happening. Why has Polly lost memories nearly a decade old? What is the secret that the beautiful Laurel is protecting? Who is Thomas Lynn? Whose side is Seb on? Chapter headings (quotes from Tam Lin and Thomas the Rhymer) provide a mythical touchstone that inevitably guides my expectations. I think I know where this is going — if I’m right, I’ll be pleased, but if I’m wrong, I’ll be even happier, because Jones will have provided, once again, a fantasy tale that surprised me from beginning to end.

For my NaNo project, I’ve written not quite 800 words today. I head off now for school, but I’ll get back to my project tonight. To my fellow NaNo-ers, Keep writing! To myself, the same. To my friends and readers, thanks for your support.

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I step, once again, into madness

Old Town Cemetery, Stirling, Scotland

I hope my readers don’t mind a bit of hyperbole, which is what the title of this post is. I do, however, feel a bit insane to take on NaNoWriMo again, like an addiction I can’t shake. Yet it’s an addiction that actually harms no one, so not to worry.

Today is the first day of a month-long commitment to completing a first draft of a novel. This year’s project is the sequel  to Kenning Magic, which itself was my 2010 NaNo project. Easy to see why I’m feeling good about this.

True confessions: I wrote a “first draft” of this sequel as my 2015 NaNo project, but then set it aside. That happens to projects more often than I like to admit, but I seem to need that period of dormancy or suspension to let ideas bubble away while my mind is elsewhere. Then, the project suddenly comes to life: it’s time. This past October, I located the old draft, sorted through pages and scraps of paper in my NOTES file, did a bit of planning, and now NaNo is here and I have a plan.

Of the 50K+ words in the earlier draft, about 10K are worth saving. Typical for first drafts. But already I’ve changed my protagonist’s name, researched some fascinating astronomical instruments to include, and ditched tons of back-story. Now, it’s forward march, with no looking back until December 1st.

All righty, then. Here we go.

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On the road paved with good intentions

Yes, yes, I know that in my last post I promised to blog more diligently. I can’t even say that I have a good excuse. 30 Rock disappeared from Netflix, and the vast window of time that opened up for me was all-too quickly filled with non-writing activities. (Please, don’t ask.)

Books I’ve finished (the short list):

For my YA Lit class: Thanhha Lai’s Inside Out & Back Again and Listen, Slowly, companion novels about Vietnamese immigrants. N. H. Senzai’s Shooting Kabul, about an Afghan refugee family in San Francisco. Ibi Zoboi’s American Street, about Haitian immigrants in Detroit.

For myself: Breakfast at Tiffany’sThe Borrowers, Mary Norton’s classic fantasy series. Kate Atkinson’s Life after Life, about what it would mean if we could live our lives again and again until we got them right. And what does “right” look like anyway?

For writing news: NaNoWriMo begins in just over a week. I’ve drawn maps and plot lines, profiled characters, brainstormed a few scenes, and pulled out my sky maps — stars and planets are important in this sequel to Kenning Magic. There’ll be dragons and evil wizards, of course, plus some new characters and a chance to travel around Sarony (whose Princess sent Pintz, Wanda and deBoyas to Mitlery). Looks like I have some fun planned for November.

 

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Autumn begins

The equinox is as good a time as any to turn over a new (orange-colored) leaf and make promises to oneself. For me, these promises require more diligence with my writing and reading, whether for work or for myself.

So far, I’m doing well work-wise, but that’s fairly easy. One of my courses is on multicultural literature for children, reading books from all over the map: two fantasies from India and China, a graphic novel set in Libya and Syria, picture books about the refugee experience, and novels set in Jamaica, on a Native American reservation, and in the Detroit home of Haitian immigrants.

This syllabus came together well before the 2016 US election, and I can’t help wishing that current politics hadn’t made the course’s topic so relevant, but my students (a multicultural group themselves) have jumped right in and are already finding ways to include one or two of the books in their own teaching.

Meanwhile, in the realm of reading-for-pleasure, books are moving quickly from the TBR stack to the D&D stack. Here’s a sampling:

Denton Little’s Deathdate, by Lance Rubin. In Denton’s world, everyone knows what day they’ll die, but not the exact moment or the means. We meet Denton the night before his deathdate, just before he attends his own funeral. This novel begins like Chris Crutcher’s Deadline — funny, quirky, narrated by a smart young man — but quickly shifts into a weirdness gear that’s funny, quirky, and mysterious, with plot twists that sent me spinning. The sequel is out, and I’m eager to read it.

Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World. Because it was about time I read it. Not a comfortable book, but clearly an important one. Still.

Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (part of my all-series-all-of-the-time challenge for 2017). Doug Adam’s trilogy, now maxed out at 6 volumes, still entertains, even after a tenth reading. But this time around Zaphod Beeblebrox bears an uncomfortably close resemblance to #45 — same MO, same reasoning (perhaps I flatter both with this word), same egomania morphing into megalomania. Could I be the only one to have noticed this? But somehow, Adams gives me hope. The universe will survive.

The Conch Bearer, the first installment in Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni’s trilogy, and set in modern-day India (also, one of the books for my multicultural lit course). It’s Lost Horizons meets Harry Potter. Fun, magical, with so many references to Indian food that I want to get out my rice and lentils and fill my kitchen with the aromas of cumin, chili and cilantro. I just finished the series’ second book and am diving into the third. A fun read, for the history (Book 2 involves some time travel) as well as the fantasy.

Chimaera, arch detail

The Evil Wizard Smallbone, by Delia Sherman. If you haven’t read this book, get it now and read it. Funny, shiver-inducing (it takes place in Maine during a hard winter), and filled to the brim with books — the hero takes refuge in a bookstore called “Evil Wizard Books” in a town where everyone’s last name is “Smallbone”. You can’t get better than that.

And now to my writing: over the summer I had two nibbles from agents about my latest completed manuscript, but no bites. The nibbles, however, are encouraging; I feel I’m getting closer to finding a home for that project, so submissions continue. It’s time, however, to begin prep for NaNo 2017, and I can’t decide what to do: Dig out an old historical fiction MS that needs reworking to get it out before a 2021 centenary? or get back to the sequel to KM? or work more on that massive project set in the Middle Ages? I’ll keep you posted.

From OIF at ALA

As for this blog, my “new leaf” includes writing more frequent posts. A week from tomorrow, I start the Author Takeover Event on Saguaro Books’ Facebook page, and I hope a few of you find your way there (2 pm NYC time). Learn more about Saguaro’s authors and their books, ask some questions, play a game or two — win prizes!

Next week is also Banned Books Week, so visit your local library or small bookstore, find a banned book to read, and take a selfie of yourself finishing it. Post it on my Facebook page, with #IReadBannedBooks, and I’ll send you an image you can print up to make a one-of-a-kind bookmark. Again, you can’t get better than that.

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“The chosen of All-Muggleton”

Packing for a lengthy trip that includes a great deal of moving on and off trains, buses, boats and trams (not to mention walking) presents a particular challenge for a reader who hopes to travel light: How many books should I bring? Will one thick book be enough to last the whole trip? Or should I instead pack several skinny books, abandoning each as I complete it? (Which begs the question: am I constitutionally able to abandon any book? My library says no, but I’m working on developing that skill.)

A week before the start of my recent 100-day trip, I had a short stack of possibles: a collection of essays, two books of poetry, two thick 19th century novels, and a favorite 20th century work that I’ve been wanting to reread*. Finally, after packing and unpacking and repacking, I settled on taking this:

Mr. Pickwick addresses the club, illus. Robert Seymour

The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club, Charles Dickens (1837), 747 pp + notes

Like Dickens’ later novels, The Pickwick Papers was serialized. It ambles along as the Pickwickians travel in and beyond London. The light mood changes, however, when Mr. Pickwick’s landlady misconstrues his query about inviting someone to live with him, and he finds himself the defendant in a breach of promise case. Dickens satirizes greedy lawyers, interminable legal cases, debtors’ prison, and other evils he’d seen not just as a court reporter, but because his own father had been imprisoned for unpaid debts.

Some scenes could have inspired Feydeau, with doors slamming and people stumbling in the dark into the wrong room at the inn. The Pickwickians hire horses they don’t know how to ride, get lost, get taken advantage of, get caught up in a near riot during an election, sneak around back gardens at night. After a rook-hunt that wounds more than the birds, Mr. Pickwick is offered the opportunity to watch a cricket match. “I, sir,” replied Mr. Pickwick, “am delighted to view any sports which may be safely indulged in, and in which the impotent effects of unskilful people do not endanger human life.”

In short, Pickwick is a Dickensian delight, with dozens of characters, memorable lines (“There are very few moments in a man’s existence when he experiences so much ludicrous distress, or meets with so little charitable commiseration, as when he is in pursuit of his own hat.” “No man knows how much he can spend, till he tries.”) and entire chapters that made me giggle with delight.

Mr. Pickwick in chase of his hat, illus. R. Seymour

I initially worried that the book wouldn’t last the entirety of my trip, which required that I limit myself to 7 or 8 pages per day. So of course if another book came my way, I set Dickens aside to read it (Storm in the Village by ‘Miss Read’, Robertson Davies’ Cornish Trilogy, Eva Ibbotson’s The Star of Kazan).

And then, of course, there were days at the end of which I had no energy to read anything. Museums, palaces, medieval churches — at times my eyes and mind were so full that I couldn’t bear the thought of deciphering words on a page.

But I was delighted by how easy it was to jump into Pickwick again after a break of a week or more. In a sense, I experienced the novel as its first readers had done: in weekly installments of several chapters. No difficulty remembering what had just happened, no confusions about who was who, no struggles to find my way through convoluted plots or language. Just happiness to be back with Pickwick, Sam Weller, and all the others. I finished the book on the flight home, and was tempted to start again.

So, if you’re looking for that one book to get you through a lengthy journey, this could be it.

*For the curious: this stack comprised Thoreau (essays), collected works of the romantic poets and Yeats (poetry), The Brothers Karamazov and Pickwick (19th C novels), and Sebald’s Rings of Saturn (20th C work). Also, All-Muggleton is a cricket club that defeats Dingley Dell (see Pickwick, Chapter VII).

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Adventures finished

WP_20170726_046Just a quick post, to let my readers know I’ll be back soon, blogging about books and writing and other stuff.

Meanwhile, turn on that radio in back of you and let’s go dancin’ in the street!

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Away message

Having adventures. Will be back eventually.

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