48735 words written ... 1265 words to go. Almost there.
Onwards...
-the Centaur
Words, Art & Science by Anthony Francis
I've completed another 2237 words today. By my count, this puts me one whole day ahead of the game. You can see that a bit above, but even more clearly below, where the darker blue "cumulative progress" bar is just a notch higher than the level for a day's progress. If I was right on target, 100%, daily progress would be at this point, but cumulative progress would be at 0.
Well, again I don't think I have a good spoiler free excerpt, so I'll just close with ... onward!
-the Centaur
Back from vacation, back at work, but got a chunk of writing done this lunchtime. Back on track:
If my calculations are correct, I am roughly one day ahead at this point (that is, I'm essentially starting today where I want to finish today). So my mountain of words is still over the top of the line:
No time for an excerpt; back to work. But tonight, here's shooting for one more day ahead!
-the Centaur
Back from vacation, back at work, but got a chunk of writing done this lunchtime. Back on track:
If my calculations are correct, I am roughly one day ahead at this point (that is, I'm essentially starting today where I want to finish today). So my mountain of words is still over the top of the line:
No time for an excerpt; back to work. But tonight, here's shooting for one more day ahead!
-the Centaur
Axually, it's Dakota's dumb mouth at issue here, and while I'd love to include an extract ... ssh, SPOLIERS! But the point being, the day after Thanksgiving, I'm back on track for National Novel Writing Month. And this includes an evening hanging out with my friends at the wonderful Nola restaurant I'm so fond of. No pictures of that (phone battery gave out) but I do have a followup picture from my solo excursion to Cocola Cafe in Santana Row, where I finished out today's Nano:
I've done Nano enough times that I probably could have skipped today and even tomorrow if I wanted, just to hang out with my friends who are in town (staying at another friend's house). But this "vacation" isn't really a vacation for me: it's a writecation. Writing really is like a second job now: if I want to be a writer, certain things have to get done. In this case, it's Nano, and sending off acceptances and rejections for DOORWAYS TO EXTRA TIME:
You'll note a little asymmetry there: my coeditor, who's done this before, is way ahead of me contacting people about their stories. And those are just the acceptances. Argh. And then I've got to respond to Trish's comments on my own story, which, while I was proud of it before, now looks like it will need a lot of work. Sigh. This is why I like working with editors, I tell myself, they make my stories better. Sob. At least Nano is on track:
Of course, the second half of the story is a complete salsa, and I don't know where it's going, but there's a building, and it's on fire, and it's a spectral fire, that only starts once a year, and there's William Blake's spirit guide riding a tiger, and oh yeah Cinnamon wears a Santa hat, then threatens to punch him in the gut if she meets him in a dark alley. So yeah, I'm having fun, even if I briefly hit a little plateau there while recuperating from all that turkey.
Now, more mountain to climb! Onward!
-the Centaur
At last, back on track for National Novel Writer's Month. I like the graph: I like seeing how the week of a software release has taken a neat chunk out of my progress, and how a few days on vacation gets things back on track again. This reminds me to continue taking of the week of Thanksgiving every year if I want to get new novels done.
The title comes from a scene I've just written, in which Dakota Frost is baited into a battle with a wand-wielding priest. Soon Dakota realizes they were set up --- and figures out how to de-escalate:
The priest cried out, striking me with the back of his free hand.
I winced … then turned the other cheek.
The priest stared, drawing back his hand again. I reached up and put my thumbs through the straps of my backpack. Then I turned my head even further, exposing the cheek, eyes glaring at him sidelong in silent accusation. The priest frowned, then lowered his hand.
“Dakota Frost,” I said, extending mine. “Best magical tattooist in the Southeast.”
The priest stared at my hand dumbly, then realized he had a free one.
“Father Aidan Cosgrave, SJ.”
“A Jesuit,” I said. “Interesting to find a Jesuit wielding a wand.”
“God’s Marines,” Cosgrave said, “often find themselves wielding strange weapons.”
I'm over the halfway point of Nano now, with 6 or so free days on vacation to try to really get a head. Onward!
-the Centaur
Software launches. Anthology editing. I am now officially behind. Time to get back to Nano.
Fortunately I have the next nine days off, starting with tomorrow!
This is why I plan Nano carefully ahead ... this always happens, so you need to plan to have a buffer ... not just getting ahead early, but a place and time to catch up later for if and when you fall behind.
-the Centaur
Yesterday was nearly a wash - worn out after three long consecutive work days pushing software in preparation for a release, and then out late on date night with my wife - dinner at Aqui's (yum) and movie Tron 3 (AKA Wreck it Ralph, you're not fooling me, Disney). Totally. Worth. It., of course, but still ... less than 300 words done for the day.
But today? Up early to take my wife to the airport, had breakfast at Crepevine, and got almost triple that before even 9:30AM!
And now, I'm in for my second writing session, before even 10AM. This is what makes Nano work.
Excelsior!
-the Centaur
Pictured: Crepevine as seen from the upper window of Cafe Romanza, my wife at Aqui's, and progress.
UPDATE: Writing Session 2 done, I am now officially caught up for the day:
And, despite the last week's slippages, I'm still ahead overall for Nano:
Plus there are at least one and maybe two or three more writing sessions today.
Hyperion!
You have got to be kidding me.
I noticed a little extra space on my previous post at the top of a quote I pulled out of SPECTRAL IRON. I wanted to cut it out, so I went to Ecto, my blog client, and switched to its HTML mode. This is what I found embedded in my document as a result of the cut and paste - three hundred and thirty five lines of hidden goop, which looks like it came from Microsoft Word:
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Charming! Feel like dieting much, Word? Axually, it looks like this may be part of a strategy to ensure formatted cut and paste works in Word and other programs, probably just interacting badly with Ecto.
S'ok, Word. We love you anyway, just the way you are.
-the Centaur
P.S. Pro tip: Option-Command-V pastes unformatted in Ecto.\
I don't see catfood on your todo list there, mister.
No, but I am back on track for National Novel Writing Month, even though today was consumed almost completely by a software release that just ... wouldn't ... die. I'm actually planning a postmortem on a tiny little patch that ended up becoming a complete new release of our software that exposed interactions everywhere from our unit test framework to software we're launching next year. That made me late for the monthly Writing Allies meeting - normally I chunk out a piece of time to write over dinner before I get there, even if we all are having too much fun talking about writing to actually write. But when I got home, even after a lot of cat wrangling, I did manage to sit down with the laptop (or, from time to time, follow cats around with the laptop):
Back on track for the day: 18179 words, or 16219 added. Still a day ahead. Woohoo! An excerpt:
Doug stared with interest at the footage from Ron and Sunny’s cameras, then at the pictures I’d taken of the graffiti with my cell phone. He asked if we had more, and I was embarrassed to admit that we’d hightailed it before fully finishing our location scouting.
“S’alright,” he said, reviewing the tape one more time. “Most interesting.”
“Well,” Sunny demanded. “What is it?”
“Definitely magic,” Doug said. “But I’m guessing you knew that.”
“Well—” Sunny began.
“C’mon,” Ron said. “There’s a demonstration of magic on the tape—”
“I was there,” Sunny reminded him. “And I do believe in magic. It’s just—”
“A projectia,” I said suddenly. “A caster’s will magically projected as a form.”
“Precisely,” Jinx said. “Like your tattoos, but free-floating. They can be as insubstantial and transparent as, well, ghosts, or as solid and opaque as physical objects. Your old boss, Christopher Valentine, used them to create his famous doppelganger illusion.”
Congratulations, Nano writer! Now back to work.
-the Centaur
Because we know we'll fall behind again.
What' s the cause? Launch crunch, exhaustion, and spending time with my wife before her upcoming trip.
And you know what, writing friends? All that's more important than Nano.
Totally. Worth. It.
I'm taking a whole week off at Thanksgiving just to write, so its Ohe. Kay. if I fall behind from time to time, as long as I don't let myself slip down the slope altogether.
According to my calculations, I'm fine. I could slip one whole day and still be fine.
Not that I plan to. Tonight is writing night!
-the Centaur
Alright! I set aside time for two long writing sessions today, so I finally got ahead, writing 3473 words today. If I can push it just a bit further, another 1600 words, I think I'll hit my target for tomorrow. If only I had a doorway to extra time ... oh wait: tonight, I do.
Set your clocks back, everyone. As for me, who knows if I'll get there, but it's back to climbing that hill:
-the Centaur
UPDATE: 1:40AM (after Daylight Savings Time) and 4292 words added today, totaling 9828 words. Night!
"Everyone's favorite skeptical witch is back for her fourth foray in SPECTRAL IRON!"
Sheesh. I do find it hard to write marketing copy. I just had to stop, right there.
SO ANYWAY, National Novel Writing Month, 2012. My one, two, three, four, five, six ... seventh, SEVENTH time writing 50,000 words of a new novel in the month of November. It's quite the challenge, but it's the second best thing I've ever done for my writing other than join the Write to the End group - more writing comes out of Nano than (almost) anything else.
How much writing, you ask? (Or maybe you don't, but hey, it's my blog post). Nano itself six times would be only three hundred thousand words, but it was the seed for seven hundred thousand words of text and four completed novels. The Nano's I've done so far were:
Now it's on to SPECTRAL IRON, book 4 in the Dakota Frost series. Pictured above are some of the books I'm reading to "feed my head" for the plot of the book, which involves magical tattoos, piercing, the fae, ghosts, three kinds of zombies, television, and the appropriate relationship of science to skepticism. From the site, here's my blurb:
Dakota Frost is the best magical tattooist in the Southeast - but she's not in the South anymore. Her new role on the Magical Security Council has taken her to the underbelly of San Francisco, and she's got a camera crew dogging her every step as she's trying to map the magical Edgeworld. But when she runs foul of the fae, and is forced to do them a favor, even one of the world's most skilled skindancer may be in trouble.
Because if you don't know how to kill a ghost, how can you track down his murderer?
You need to write 1666 words a day to succeed at Nano, and so far, so good. Halfway through my day, and more than halfway through today's progress. I should easily catch up to where I should be (missed ~300 words yesterday because me and my wife decided to take a long walk and then crash after that, rather than me getting my late night writing run in).
But most of the day is ahead of me. Alright, enough procrastinating. Back to work!
-the Centaur
My second novel, BLOOD ROCK, is now available on Audible! Get it here: http://www.audible.com/pd/ref=sr_1_2?asin=B009NHDIBY Read by the awesome Traci Odom, I enjoyed hearing my own book brought to life and my wife's listened to the prerelease twice already. For a taste of the story:
“Dammit, dammit, dammit!” I cursed, slamming the school doors open and stomping out into the cold January Atlanta air. Once outside, facing bare trees in a bleak parking lot under a graymetal sky, I regretted my words— because the example I was setting was the problem.
I stopped, swung back, and reached one lanky arm out to stop the door from closing. Moments later, my daughter stepped out of the darkness, eyes blinking, whiskers twitching, holding her tiger’s tail in her hands before her like a portable lifeline.
The two of us looked as different as can be: me, a six-foot two woman in a long leather vestcoat, wearing my hair in a purple-and-black deathhawk that lengthens into feathers of hair curling around my neck, and her, a five-footnothing teenager in a pleated school skirt, taming her wild orange hair with a blue granola-girl headscarf that poorly hid her catlike ears.
“It’s OK,” I lied gently, putting my hand on Cinnamon’s shoulder; though we both knew it was very not OK. “We’ll find a school that will take you.”
Hope you all enjoy!
-the Centaur
Desperate to finish the draft of LIQUID FIRE, no blogging right now. More news in a bit. In the meantime, if you're interested in what I've written so far, please check out my Amazon Author page, http://amazon.com/author/anthonyfrancis.
-the Centaur
Recently a colleague asked me how I marketed my books since I "seem to be quite fabulous at it!" Well, *cough* I don't know about "fabulous," especially compared to authors like Diane Duane, Warren Ellis, Scott Westerfeld, and especially John Scalzi, all of whom kick my ass in that department. But I do have some ideas, and they do seem to work. So here we go.
First off, I'd love to say that promoting yourself all comes down to being authentic, but that's not true. We all probably know people who are really authentic who aren't popular - either because their true love is obscure, or because they're abrasive, or because, in the end, they're not really interested in being popular.
So what I really mean by being authentic is not promoting yourself for the point of promoting yourself. Little is more irritating than someone producing an enormous amount of hot air trying to market nothing more than thin air. Ideally, you should do good work, produce it regularly, and then, and only then, try to help people find it.
But even helping people find it can backfire. Most forums, whether online or in person, aren't meant for selling products or services - so marketing language is simply unwanted. So my philosophy for promoting myself is to honestly contribute to the conversation - to do good work online, to produce it regularly, and then, and only then, to help people find my work.
So how do you do that? Well, by blogging and tweeting and Facebooking and plussing, of course. My hope is that I contribute enough to the conversation to make people intrinsically interested in what I say. Once that happens, the work I'm trying to sell to people are my books. Here are the things I do to promote them, as told to my colleague, with light editing:
Today I finished the first hundred pages to the screenplay to JEREMIAH WILLSTONE AND THE CLOCKWORK TIME MACHINE, officially winning Script Frenzy 2012! Prevail, Victoriana!
I'm super happy about this, of course, but this has been a very interesting experience. Even though I've left out much of the story and many of the nuances, the script is coming in massively long - 100 pages translating to about 150 of a 450 page book, probably resulting in a 300 page script with a four-hour running time.
I'm learning new techniques to cut things out - breaking things into self-contained scenes which could be deleted wholesale, streamlining conversations, recasting thought as action that illustrates the same point. I probably could easily cut this script down from 100 pages to 70 or even 50 ... but then I wouldn't have succeeded at Script Frenzy.
I believe that you can't really tell what to cut out until you FINISH YOUR WORK (a philosophy shared by many in my writing group). Writing is not editing, and often you can't tell what a story really needs until you finish it. (If you're an expert author and have passed this stage in your development, bully for you; above, I'm talking to the not-finishers). For example, can this scene be cut? It might disappear, it might become one offhand line ... or it could be expanded to a fullblown argument, if we need to highlight the tension between our heroes:
Jeremiah leans back, her eyes narrowing at her companions.
JEREMIAH
Let me guess. He lied.
GEORGIANA
(nods)
I do love dear Albert, Jeremiah, but the reason I stole your mark was to make a personal appeal.
PATRICK
Einstein was about to rediscover the weapon that ended the Civil War. In the Victoriana, the Peerage suppressed that knowledge.
GEORGIANA
The point of the mission was not to steal Austrian secrets, but to convince him to keep them secret.
Jeremiah scowls, looking at the both of them.
JEREMIAH
And you kept this from me.
GEORGIANA
The mission was ... Need to know.
JEREMIAH
What kind of mad dictator came up with that rule?
(points at Patrick)
And why did he get---
PATRICK
To confirm what he was up to. The Lady Georgiana had to train me to operate the Crookes counter.
Jeremiah is glaring daggers at the two of them...
At my stage in scriptwriting, it's going to be far easier to tell what to leave out after I've put it all in. So, even though I'm going to shift gears back to Dakota Frost #3, LIQUID FIRE and the Science of Airships panel at Clockwork Alchemy, my plan is to finish THE CLOCKWORK TIME MACHINE script in its entirety. Then I'm going to cut it mercilessly until it hits a 2 hour (ish) running time. Then I'm going to hold a reading where a group of friends will read the script aloud so I can see how it sounds (a trick I learned from my friend the playwright Jim Davies). And then I'm going to cut it again.
And then Script Frenzy will probably roll around again, as I'll have to squeeze all the above in around regular work and writing. But if I keep at it, after a few years of writing scripts I'll probably have something pretty tight, something that might actually be salable. Not that I won't try to sell THE CLOCKWORK TIME MACHINE, but I won't let failure to sell the first script I've written in twenty years stop me.
I'm in this for the duration.
Prevail, Victoriana!
-the Centaur
UPDATE: I forgot to mention SCRIVENER. Scrivener, Scrivener, Scrivener: without you I wouldn't have finished THE CLOCKWORK TIME MACHINE on time. I don't know if you'll replace Microsoft Word -- I've been using THAT for almost a quarter century --- but you made the process of producing a script effortless. Thank you.
One of the most important things a creative person needs to learn is to recognize when you're procrastinating. For example, I often have ideas to put on this blog - two or three times per day - but I'm a quiet person, and I think far more strings of speech than I ever put to paper. So it's important for me to blog whenever I can.
So I've had several blog ideas today - "Getting Traction", "Logic Versus Rationality", "Rating Your Own Work (and How I Rate)" and the one I just thought of that made me open Ecto, "Advantages of Offline Blogging Clients" and its companion piece "How to Use Photoshop Filters and Photo Booth to Make Watercolor Art Because You Don't Have Clip Art Handy."
All of these are procrastination.
I owe my editors feedback on Traci Odom's reading of the audiobook of FROST MOON. I didn't get to send it after I finished it because I finished it at 3 in the morning in the hospital and then spent the next day getting my loved one back home safely before hopping on a plane and getting back to all the work delayed by this unexpected trip.
During this whole family quasi-emergency this week, I deliberately focused on taking on tasks like listening to FROST MOON or blogging or cleaning up my hard drive, all of which didn't require building up a lot of mental state, which made them ideal for tasks for sitting up next to a hospital bed ready to help at a moment's notice.
But the operation's over, the result's a success, the loved ones are back home and my reading's done. When you've got an outstanding task that requires thought, it's SO EASY to switch gears to something that doesn't require a lot of mental effort. But no. Not this time. Time to write the notes, record the pronunciations, send the email, and get this audiobook out the door.
Finish blogpost hit Publish.
-the Centaur