An old friend of mine just finished BUFFALO HUMP yesterday and jumped on Facebook to let me know what a great book it was. He’s normally a man of few words, so it meant a great deal reading his message. He has had that in his Kindle for quite awhile. Hopefully he will read HOLLOW POINT before long and like it, too.
I’m still readjusting my jawbone that fell to the floor yesterday. In discussion, I was telling a young gal about my writing projects and that my next major one would involve the Blackfoot Tribe around Browning, Montana on the east side of Glacier National Park. The working title for now is “The Backbone of the World.”
She said that she was heading there in a couple of weeks for an annual visit to her grandmother who lives on the reservation. The little gal is half Blackfoot herself. She asked me if there was any type of information that I would like to have her research while she was there. She knows some people.
She started ticking off some stats about alcohol consumption, unemployment, population and the like. She was very similar to a verbal tour guide. I had been mulling just how I would acquire first-hand information like this. A road trip seemed the only alternative and sometimes those are iffy without knowing who to contact.
This is a good sign! Even if I end up going there, it will be to tie loose ends rather than spending time wandering the streets and countryside aimlessly. This research business is almost as exciting as writing the story itself, but it’s even better when you have a helper who knows about the people you’re writing about!
I’ve been away from my writing far too long and I feel it. It’s time to do it before I lose it. I’m going to have to ration my grandpa time and get through the withdrawals that brings. There’s work to do.
For instance, I have to continue to promote my new book, Hollow Point and prepare for an upcoming blog tour during April and May. More information on that to follow about where it will be found at. It’s a group effort involving me and some of my Champagne colleagues.
Next I will get serious about revising some of my Sheep Eater manuscript to prep it for submission again. I’m trying to make the main character a little more edgy, so it will involve tweaking much of the project.
As soon as that is done, I’ll begin to research and write Backbone of the World in earnest. It might turn out to be the hardest project I have ever attempted so I don’t look for a quick submission. It will likely take a year or better.
It is amazing how two little girls that one lady in a waiting room called “little peanuts” can inspire an idea for a book. The twins are a month old today and getting nosier by the hour. Feeding those critters is quiet the logistical process, but #3 daughter and her beau have a system down. It’s almost like an assembly line process up to and including the baby byproduct disposal routine.
That aside, I’ve been wondering what project to put in the hopper for a future thriller, then it came. It’s too soon to have any specifics lined out, but the idea has potential! About the time I came up with this flash of brilliance, As I held her, I saw Ellodie’s lips curl up in a cute little smile that darn near melted my heart – then she proceeded to fill her diaper. Sure enough, that’s my granddaughter.
Now all I have to do is come up with about 70,000 words or so to fill in the blanks. Inspiration sure comes from the funniest places. Hopefully, this will be a campfire story when they get a little older. I should be the one wearing the diapers by then!
Phew! I managed to make it another year without spending a fortune on Valentine’s Day. I think it comes from my childhood in second grade when we were required to make cards for everyone. Somehow the quirky little sayings like “You’re ugly and I hate your freckles,” stuck cuz you didn’t want to show you actually liked someone.
As the years rolled by, nothing else seemed adequate except spending mucho dinero to exhibit my never-ending affection. That didn’t work, either, so the next best option was to hide until the Cupid went home and say I was deeply engrossed in my story line and forgot the time.
Maybe there will come a day when I won’t mind the expense on the right girl, but now it’s much easier and cheaper buying doggie treats for Lily the Terrorist. I wonder if my Native American friends ever encountered such a problem. Maybe they carved their women’s names into tree trunks or something more permanent than a Hallmark Card?
I’ve been busier than a contortionist on an ice flow in the Arctic the past couple of weeks. I wish I could say it had more to do with my writing, but I’d be fibbing. Between helping the kids with doctors’ appointments, barely staying ahead of the creeping crud and trying to locate all the tax stuff for last year, the time just melts away before the writing can start. I miss complaining about writing a little.
Tomorrow is another day. I’ve got one big thing to get out of the way and then I can start filling up the memory chips with boundless wit and whimsy, assuming I have made enough coffee to assist in the effort.
I shall try to salvage something out of “The Sheep Eater” and satisfy both my editor and myself. It’s already a great story so it shouldn’t be all that hard to find a balance!
Wish me luck!
What were to happen if say your editor throws you a big curve and the suggested changes scramble what you have envisioned as a central part of your story, i.e., the main character’s personality traits. They aren’t bad ideas, but they don’t fit your vision of the character’s growth and evolution. Do you stand your ground and chance a rejection, or do you rewrite the book to someone else’s specs?
Don’t get me wrong. My editor is a whiz. He and I agree on most ideas he comes up with. I think this is one of those times I’m torn between our two visions of the same character. What would you do? Should I acquiesce or take it to the mat on principle?
Meanwhile, I’ll brag a little. My two new grandaughters showed up last Monday. It reminds me what my real priorities are!
I can’t help but read some of my posts without thinking, “What idiot wrote this?” Fortunately, I know many people with my penchant for being challenged etiquettly (if that’s even a word). I spelled that wrong? Oops. What dicitionary did I find that word in? Oops. I got the date wrong? Another oops.
I’m sure I drive some readers nuts with my ocassional boo-boos, but hey, I’ve earned the right to stretch the bounds of my sanity by challenging the bounds of my readers’. I go so far as to hope that my grandkids inherit the gene instead of just wearing their pants down around their knee caps when they get older — especially the girls.
Meanwhile, I’ll just continue writing stories and hope that I don’t accidentally start any tribal wars with any unforced errors and laugh at myself as often as possible. Maybe they’ll think I just lost my marbles instead of wanting to make me into coyote chow!
Speaking of writing, you can order my new eBook, Hollow Point, now from http://www.champagnebooks.com/store. There are a lot fewer “oopses” in that then in my blogs!
HEAR YE! HEAR YE! I will be a contributing blogger on Author-extraordinaire Audra Middleton’s blog this coming Wednesday. She has a crime theme running and, coincidentally, my newly released eBook, Hollow Point, fills some of the bill. Audra is multi-published and another Northwesterner who generates some great reading. Come visit at http://www.audramiddleton.com and join the fray!
REMEMBER WEDNESDAY JANUARY 15TH!
I feel the bite of the Boss Lady’s cat o’ nine tails fileting my literary flesh. More! She wants more! More publicity; more exposure; more…
She can be very convincing when she becomes insistent, so here it is again:
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