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November 27, 2004

Queen of Swords

I'm getting a lot of email just like this:
Could you please advise when Queen of Swords will be due for completion and publishing
So let me say for the record: I don't know. I estimate it will take me until late summer to finish, and then the publication schedule is out of my hands. It depends entirely on Bantam, and I can't predict them although I can say in my experience pub dates are usually somewhere between six months and a year after I submit the finished manuscript. Sorry to be so unclear, but that's the nature of the beast.

November 26, 2004

research highs, and the annual dilemma

So here's a question from Alison:
What I want to know is, when you are researching and come across an amazing fact (eg, running with toes turned inward is more efficient), do you not want to grab the nearest person and say "Did you know...." or "guess what I just found out"? Well, I would. I also confess I tried to test the toes turned inward theory. I'm not a runner by any stretch of the imagination so, alas, couldn't really tell if it made the task any easier but I could imagine what a difference it made to Elizabeth after her years of boot-wearing.
The short answer? Yes, people who write historical fiction tend to be dweeb/nerdy types who get excited over little details and love to share them. My experience of sitting down with other authors who write the same stuff I do is a hilarious conversation that would strike a non-participant as decidedly weird. I've been known to wake my husband up late at night -- to read him something. Listen to this is the cue that he can go back to sleep as long as he mumbles something positive sounding whenever I say, isn't that interesting? I especially like reading footnotes in historical treatments, because all the quirky details are in the footnotes. That's where I got the tall priest using a huge crucifix to wade into the enemy, which I then transformed into a key character in Fire Along the Sky.

On another matter entirely, this is the time of year when I am cast into long bouts of worry about vacations. Usually one or all of us goes to England for a week or more at some point, to visit Bill's family. However, we like to also have a week away someplace together, if it can be arranged. Or better said: if I can find a way to arrange something that will make everybody happy. The requirements are simple:

1. I want to take the dogs. This rules out Hawaii, the east coast, and pretty much everything that isn't without two day's drive. It also puts severe restrictions on where we stay. What I'd like most of all is to find a beach house where they'd be welcome. I don't like sitting on the beach, but I do like walking on them. And so do the puppy boys.

2. Bill wants to climb a mountain. A big mountain, preferably one with glaciers and difficult ascents. Failing that, he'd like to camp in the deepest wilderness. Of course, my idea of roughing it is a three star hotel.

3. The girlchild wants (this year, at least) a huge amusement park with crazy, dizzy making rides. Orlando would be good, because there's lots of stuff there. She wants to bring one friend along. Or three. Failing that, she'd like a week at the Plaza in Manhattan. Money? What's that? And of course Bill would rather give up a tooth than spend a week in Manhattan.

So it's up to me to somehow make these three visions come together. Yes, I know: I should extract myself from this and refuse to be put in the middle, but it never works out that way. I've been roaming the web looking longingly at beach houses on Vancouver Island and in Oregon, making overtures at the dinner table. Look at this, say I. A hot tub and a fireplace and a mile of sandy beach! Bill looks noncommital, but the girlchild is openly contemplating filing for emancipation. The puppy boys, at least, are grinning at me.

If I wait long enough, nothing will be available anywhere and we won't do anything. But I'll be so exhausted by the process of not finding something, I won't mind anymore.

Another question tomorrow.

November 25, 2004

questions

To summarize the questions that came in, which I'll be tackling over the next weeks:

Pam:

Waddaya think of mixed metaphors or invented euphemisms that don't work? Wordplay, I guess. Is it pretentious, irreverent, or is it essential to the development of our language? Also - and this is personal (so I'll post it on a blog, hah)- I just returned to work from a mat leave and have found I'm now responsible to write articles for the company magazine. How do you handle criticism from an editor you barely know - or is that better than one you do know? Should I get to know her better? Have you addressed this before, and if so - please point so I can click. Keep up the good fight.
Alison:
What I want to know is, when you are researching and come across an amazing fact (eg, running with toes turned inward is more efficient), do you not want to grab the nearest person and say "Did you know...." or "guess what I just found out"? Well, I would. I also confess I tried to test the toes turned inward theory. I'm not a runner by any stretch of the imagination so, alas, couldn't really tell if it made the task any easier but I could imagine what a difference it made to Elizabeth after her years of boot-wearing.
Jacqui:
1) Actually this one is just a repeat of a question I had on the discussion board (getting from A to B). How do you move your action along without it reading either forced, vague, stilted or full of unnecessary detail? you have just had your characters do A and you want them to do B, but what about the in between?

2) I think you might be going to a "little" get together in California. So ... my question is, how was it? (as I'm assuming you'll read this when you get back).

Kaylea:
Odd question maybe, but Im a new journalist and I am just discovering this anxiety myself: Do you ever - even at this stage of your success - worry about what people are going to think about the way you worded a sentance, a phrase or how you create an image? Does it ever slow you down, or are you so confident now that you dont need to have to those "aw, that was crap *delete delete delete*" moments?
VyperBB:
My question may also have been covered somewhere else on your wonderfully insightful blog, but I can't recall seeing it anywhere (and- yes, I think I have read every page/entry/etc)

In the movie, The Last Of the Mohican's, Cora's husband is called Nathaniel and yet you've named him Dan'l in Into The Wilderness. Why?

asdfg:
Questions: When you set out on a new book, do you have an outline that you start with or do you just start somewhere and go in both directions or what? For a new character or for a old character that becomes more significant, do you develop something like a character profile for that person or just let him happen or what?

Observation: I stopped looking at much television years ago and discovered that I didn't need the news instantly. Reading the newspapers the next morning was current enough. If something is critically, instantly newsworthy, someone always seems to let me know. Thus, I managed to remove a great stress factor. My husband has recently started to try this and is a more settled person for it. You might give it a try.

Thanksgiving, and email

The kitchen is heaped with food, and I have to go in there very soon and whip it all into submission. I'll be dividing the day between

cooking (pretty much a traditional meal, except none of us like pumpkin pie, and so we've got a rum-soaked pound cake ala Maida Haetter instead)

writing (I've had an initial discussion with two readers regarding Tied to the Tracks. There is still some work to do -- tweaking for the most part, some shifting around of story elements. Mostly, it seems, the thing is solid. I'm going to try to finish these revisions by early next week.)

fiddling around in the studio (starting a new collage, one that's been itching in the back of my head for a while).

I hope y'all have a good day. This is my favorite holiday -- nothing religious about it, only very limited commercialism, no gifts, no gaudy decorations, good food, people I care about. And somebody else does the dishes. And lots of new movies to see. Really, what more could a person ask for?

I have a pile of email to catch up on, including a number of people who have been watching Farscape in order to see the first chapter of Queen of Swords. I haven't forgot about you, really. Please give me another day or two.

November 24, 2004

business as usual

So I'm home and aside from getting ready for Thanksgiving, I'm thinking mostly about work and writing. Y'all have provided me with a lot of interesting questions, and I will get through them one by one. First, though, I wanted to raise a matter of housekeeping.

The one-year anniversary of the discussion board is coming up, which means I have to make a decision. Either I have to pay to renew the license on the software that runs the board, or I have to take it down. I'm leaning towards taking it down, as there has never been a great deal of activity on it, and the license is quite expensive. The whole undertaking was really an experiment; I'm not particularly attached to the board and can let it go without much soul searching. At the same time, I wanted to raise the topic here first.

So. Jenniferanne asks:

What do you think of writing challenges like the National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo)? Do you think this is good incentive for people who are really struggling with getting a novel down on paper (or on their computer screen) or is it just a set up for failure?
Here's the "About Us" stuff from the NaNoWriMo website, so you don't have to go over there straight away:
National Novel Writing Month is a fun, seat-of-your-pants approach to novel writing. Participants begin writing November 1. The goal is to write a 175-page (50,000-word) novel by midnight, November 30.

Valuing enthusiasm and perseverance over talent and craft, NaNoWriMo is a novel-writing program for everyone who has thought fleetingly about writing a novel but has been scared away by the time and effort involved.

Because of the limited writing window, the ONLY thing that matters in NaNoWriMo is output. It's all about quantity, not quality. The kamikaze approach forces you to lower your expectations, take risks, and write on the fly.

Make no mistake: You will be writing a lot of crap. And that's a good thing. By forcing yourself to write so intensely, you are giving yourself permission to make mistakes. To forgo the endless tweaking and editing and just create. To build without tearing down.

As you spend November writing, you can draw comfort from the fact that, all around the world, other National Novel Writing Month participants are going through the same joys and sorrows of producing the Great Frantic Novel. Wrimos meet throughout the month to offer encouragement, commiseration, and -- when the thing is done -- the kind of raucous celebrations that tend to frighten animals and small children.

In 2003, we had about 25,000 participants. Over 3500 of them crossed the 50k finish line by the midnight deadline, entering into the annals of NaNoWriMo superstardom forever. They started the month as auto mechanics, out-of-work actors, and middle school English teachers. They walked away novelists.

My first thought on this is that anything that gets you to write is good. Sometimes when things aren't going well it works to force yourself to speed write, pushing anything and everything onto the paper. Kinda like flushing out the system, to use a rather dubious image. So I agree with the organizers on this basic premise. I also agree that you have to go into it knowing that most of what you produce may not work at all. If you go into it to challenge yourself and see what happens, then it can be very useful.

My only problem is the last sentence. Personally, I don't call a hunk of work a novel until I think it's finished, and by definition this challenge can't produce a finished piece of work.

Off to look (as I do every year) for the darn turkey-brining bucket. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday, and I wish everybody out there a good one.

November 17, 2004

great questions

well see, you came through. great questions -- except I won't have time to answer them before I leave for Calyfour-nye-ay. So I'll get right to them when I come home next week. And please feel free to post more questions in the meantime. Gives me something to look forward to.

November 16, 2004

why am I not posting?

Here's the reason: if I sit down to write for the weblog, what wants to come out is not stuff you'd be interested in. Or let's say, maybe you'd be interested, but you would probably also be horrified. Because these days I'm really, really angry and if I let that anger get the upper hand... well. Let's not let our imaginations go to work. Things are so bad that if I walk into the family room my husband and daughter immediately change the television channel if what they are watching has anything to do, even remotely, with politics or the war. Because it's just not worth it, really. They know me well.

Also, I'm working well and trying to stay focused, and finally this: We're going to California for a few days on Thursday, the husband and I. Just the two of us. Which is lovely, but it also means I have a ton to do to make sure the house and daughter and puppy boys are taken care of while we are gone.

Which of these excuses do you like best thus far? None, you say? Well then, here's a solution. If you want me to post more, you need to ask some questions. Because otherwise I am in danger of sliding into what is so lovingly called tinfoil-hat territory, where I am at home these days.

So go ahead, ask me. I'll answer just about anything that isn't a request for (1) a term paper; (2) a full length novel; (3) a solution to the mess in which we find ourselves as a nation. Because that last choice would bring us back to where I started this post.

November 11, 2004

finalist: odd email of the year

This came to me today:
Dear Sara,
Could you please send me a detailed analysis (plot, character analysis, etc) about Joseph Conrad's novel ' victory'. Please send me on my e-mail any documents about this novel. I hope I didn't annoy you. accept my regards

MH

I did laugh at this. Normally I wouldn't bother answering (I have about fifty outstanding emails from readers, really kind, thoughtful notes that I would/should answer asap) but it struck me as so odd I thought I'd have to share it. It may be a hoax, who knows? It may be a kid who's hoping I'm ... kind? gullible? enough to go ahead and do his homework for him. In any case, if anybody else is interested in writing a book report for MH, please let me know. I'll put you two in touch.

November 9, 2004

My Sister's Keeper -- Jodi Picoult ****+

Somebody recommended at some point that I read Jodi Picoult, so I listened to My Sister's Keeper (audible.com, downloaded to my ipod). I liked this novel a lot; it was engaging, thoughtful, very well written, and dealt with a number of explosive issues with a subtle insight that is rare. And beyond that, the reading was really superior -- as this story is told by a series of first person narrators, each character was read by a different voice actor.

I've said many times I'm not a huge fan of first person narratives, but here's the exception: when you have alternating characters in first person, the issue which concerns me -- the restricted POV of first person -- is no longer a problem.

There is quite a shocking ending here, and for a while I wasn't sure I liked it, or if it was too manipulative. I believe that eventually I'll come to the conclusion that it was the right ending, and successful. But it will take a while.

November 8, 2004

finished

Tied to the Tracks is off to various people for the first round of reading/editing.

George Carlin once had a bit in one of his routines about things you find in the refrigerator. The lump on a plate that might be meat, or... cake. Meat-cake. That's how this novel (how every novel, at this stage) feels to me. What in the heck is it? Is it edible, or should I just dump it?

Back to work on other things, now. Whew.

November 6, 2004

almost there

Today, if all goes well, I will finish the first draft of Tied to the Tracks. Then it goes to my beta readers. My head feels slightly swollen and distinctly mushy. Once I'm really done, I'll take a day to get my head back into its normal shape, and then I'll probably be back here regularly.

As I am still officially on blog hiatus, I am going to take a little space here to vent. Not about the election. I don't have the heart to vent about that. But it is political in nature, so you can go now, if you're not interested.

Last night we watched (as we always do) Bill Maher's show on HBO. I often don't agree with Bill Maher, and sometimes his guests (chosen for their potential to add interest, color and controversy to the discussion) are idiots. Ann Coulter is an example (last week she was on and another guest called her Nazi Barbi, which is really mean, and pretty much on target).

Last night Bill did a remote interview with Noam Chomsky. Chomsky is certainly controversial, but he is also a number of other things: absolutely, reliably, unrefutably rational; a master of logic; someone who doesn't mince words; one of the greatest minds of our time. In last night's remote interview, Chomsky made some statements about the invasion of Iraq which were (in my opinion) true, and explosive. This is Chomsky, he says things that most people would be afraid to say. He says them calmly, he lays out his evidence and reasoning, he goes away. He is a thoughtful, thorough, unflinching critic of US government policies and actions. This (again, in my opinion) makes him an invaluable resource to us as a nation.

After Chomsky, last night's panel (three people plus Bill) began to talk. For some reason Bill included Andrew Sullivan of andrewsullivan.com, a conservative political discussion weblog which is very popular. I am not linking to Andrew Sullivan; you can go find him, if you like. I have no interest in contributing to his hit count.

Andrew Sullivan went off the deep end. He dislikes Chomsky in a way that seems almost personal. Chomsky, according to Andrew Sullivan, lies. "He's smart enough, I hope he knows he's lying" is an exact quote.

Here's the thing. I'm sure Chomsky does lie; on occasion I'll bet he has told his wife he didn't have time to take the trash out because he had a meeting, or said he had a prior engagement to get out of an invitation he didn't want to accept. But last night, on HBO? Nope. Chomsky was not lying. You might disagree with him on his definitions of 'war crime' or 'freedom', but you can't call him a liar.

If Andrew Sullivan had actually been listening, he would know that Chomsky does not love Sadam Hussein and hate the U.S., but he was too busy frothing at the mouth and jerking knees. So here's the bottom line: if Chomsky had actually been on the panel (which really, he should have been) Andrew Sullivan, whose mind is a tiny, shapless thing compared to Chomsky's, would have found out how outclassed he is in such company. As it was, he was free to rant (as I am doing now, here in my own little space), interrupt, and howl at the moon. But he was still wrong, about almost everything.

Edited to add: Geoff Arnold has gone into this Andrew Sullivan stuff in thoughtful detail, for example:

(2) Why does Sullivan (and many others) froth at the mouth when anyone mentions "America" and "war crimes" in the same sentence? And why do they always argue how much better America's actions are than those of Saddam? Is that the standard by which America should judge itself? From someone like Sullivan who argued so eloquently just a few days ago about the collective amnesia concerning Abu Ghraib, such jingoism seems inapposite.

(3) It is possible that Sullivan's excitability was occasioned by the appearance on the program of Noam Chomsky, whom Sullivan accused of "making millions running around the world denigrating the United States". (I may have got the exact words wrong: he certainly said "millions", which caused a few eyebrows to be raised.) But why the outrage? Numerous legal bodies, including the International Commission of Jurists, have declared that the invasion of Iraq and many of the consequent actions of the USA and its allies violate international law. Logically Sullivan would seem to have only three options: refute the charges, accept them and agree that the USA should take responsibility for its actions, or declare that the USA is somehow above the law. Lashing out at an academic for exercising his freedom of speech, and saying that his views don't deserve to be heard, does Sullivan no credit. (Whatever happened to Evelyn Beatrice Hall's immortal dictum "I disapprove of what you

say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it"?)