Winter Sunday Stats #5: Surviving the Big Freeze.

It’s 8 degrees here as I start this post at a few minutes before 9, but my Dashboard weather widget says it’s going to get to 19 today.  When it breaks 20, I’m going streaking.

In the house, of course.  While everyone else is at church.  You think I’m crazy?

Junior just woke up singing “Hosty the Ho-Man,” his own version of “Frosty the Snow Man” but starting every word with the letter H.  Now it’s “Dosty the Dough-Man,” which may be more age-appropriate.

Yesterday I took the kids to the best child’s birthday party ever, for one of the girls in Unfocused Girl’s class.  The Green Eyed Siren was still sick, running what seems to be her 453rd straight day of fever, so she stayed home to rest (and post on her new blog).  Why was it the best birthday party ever?  First, the whole family was invited, which meant that Junior didn’t have to stay home and be miserable.  Second, the party started at a production of Dr. Doolittle — the girl’s parents had bought out a section of the theater — which, given our kids’ current obsession with animals, was a guaranteed hit and even kept Junior in his seat.  Finally, after the play, we all (50+ people) adjourned to girl’s parents’ lovely Italian restaurant for a full buffet dinner, including an open bar.

Let me repeat that:  a child’s birthday party, with calamari, pumpkin ravioli, and an open bar.  There were chicken nuggets and french fries, too, so even Junior had something he was willing to eat.  Not that he did, much.

I didn’t get to make much use of the bar myself because I had to drive, although if I’d realized we were going to be there for close to three hours I’d have allowed myself a glass or two of wine early on.  The only downside to the party was the length; it was a little rough on Junior, since there was no place to run around.  All in all, though, they had a great time, and I was generally able to relax.

Because the Siren felt so crummy, we had to cancel on an old college friend and her daughter.  The last time we saw them, the daughter was an infant; now they’re here for her college interview.   Instead, we watched The Librarian:  Return to King Solomon’s Mines, from the best (and only) adventure movie series where a liberal arts geek (22 university degrees!) is the hero.  The kids loved it, because it’s an Indiana Jones knock off with less gore.  It’s the second in the series — we have the third on our DVR as well, and may watch that later in the weekend.

On Writing: I haven’t gotten much done on Meet the Larssons since I posted on Thursday night.  I’m still on page 142, but there are three handwritten pages attached to it now.  I will finish rewriting this chapter eventually, but it’s a rough one.  I’m pulling out a major turning point in the original story, and instead building up later conflicts with some foreshadowing (which is what I’m in the middle of) and a dinner date that was canceled in the first draft but is going to proceed in the rewrite.  Not having gone out for a romantic dinner with the Siren in a very long time, I’m afraid that writing that scene will tax my (already limited) creativity.

I haven’t worked on “Jamie’s Story” at all this week, because I’m trying to make more headway on Meet the Larssons.  I expect to go back to it in a week or two, once I’ve gotten through this chapter.  Same with Project Hometown — I need to get back some momentum on MTL.

I am especially glad to have joined my novelists’ support discussion group this week, because the Absolute Write forums have been down for days.  I don’t spend a lot of time on the forums, but it’s the only online forum where I have spent any time at all, and I notice the lack (as have other AW bloggers, like Amy, who found the explanation — the host is having server problems, but it appears to be taking longer than expected to fix).  I got a full week’s fix of writing conversation on Monday; unfortunately, we only meet once a month.

On Running: Definitely a better week.  I got in two mid-week runs, plus a trip to the gym to lift with a 10 minute run at the end of the workout, and a Taekwondo class with both kids.  Today, I cut my run a little short, but kept the speed respectable (by my recent standards, anyway):  5.0 miles in 40:23, an 8:05 m/m pace.  The office is closed tomorrow, so I should be able to squeeze in a run tomorrow too, if I get up at a reasonable hour.  All in all, I’m moving past my slothful November and December and I’m happy with my progress.  If I can get my weekly mileage up to 20 miles per week, I’ll be even happier.  What would really make me happy would be to run outside, but it’s just too damn cold even for the winter running gear I have.  I’ll run outside at 20 degrees, but that’s about my limit.

On the iPod: I finally finished Scott Sigler‘s podiobook Earthcore, which was excellent.  In the Q&A after the last episode, he says he’s working on a sequel; this was several years ago, so I’m going to track that down next.  During my run today, I listened to I Should Be Writing #108 (interview with Grammar Girl); Grammar Girl #148 (writing your first novel) and #149 (top five pet peeves of 2008); and Writing Excuses, Season Two, Episode 14 (Writing Habits).  I had never heard of Grammar Girl before listening to Mur’s interview, so a hat tip to Mur for pointing me in her direction.  GG has a short weekly podcast, and the couple of episodes I’ve listened to so far were fun and a lot less sleep-inducing than Ms. Haggarty’s English class sophomore year of high school.

Now we’re off to The Diner for lunch:  omelettes for the Siren and me, soup and possibly a cheeseburger for Unfocused Girl, and chicken nuggets and french fries (no lettuce, no barbecue sauce, nothing on the plate other than the nuggets and fries and especially nothing green touching the beige food, please!) for Junior.  And coffee.  Lots more coffee.

Revising Meet the Larssons, Day # Who-Gives-a-Rat’s-Tokhes.

So last night I put a bullet in Chapter 13.  There will still be a chapter number 13, of course; something has to come after 12, and before 14, but it won’t be this one.  I think that of the 15 pages in the original chapter, I’ll keep maybe 5, heavily edited.

There are three points in the book that require a complete rewrite because of the changes to the story arc that I have mapped out; this chapter is the first of these points.  Once I finish the rewrite of this chapter, I’ll move more quickly for a while.  I hope.  I’m up to page 142 as of last night, and only that far because I gave up and brought pages on the train with me.

Here’s what the manuscript looks like these days:

Meet the Larssons manuscript, Jan. 15, 2009

Meet the Larssons manuscript, Jan. 15, 2009

The problem with doing so much rewriting is that I’m not sure it’s any better than what I wrote originally.

I went to a support discussion group for novelists on Monday night, which was very interesting.  It’s the fourth meeting of the group, so I was sort of coming in the middle.  I had the feeling everyone else had been an English major, which I emphatically was not, so I hadn’t read most of the books that came up in discussion.  It didn’t matter, though, and I mouthed off as blithely as I did when I hadn’t done the reading for classes in college.  It was fun to talk about writing with other writers live, face-to-face.  Not that there’s anything wrong with you people out here on the intertubes, it’s just that most of you are figments of my imagination.  The group meets once a month, and I’m already looking forward to the next meeting.

That’s it for today.  I just wanted to document that I continue to plug away.  I endure, which is more than anyone will be able to say about this ^(*&^*# novel.

Do Not Annoy Happy Fun Ball.

Ralfast of Neither Here Nor There has tagged me with directions to identify six things that make me happy.  Never one to pass up an opportunity to talk about myself, I am happy to comply.

Two caveats, before I start:

1.  You’ll note sex isn’t on the list.  This is not because sex does not make me happy; to the contrary.  But everyone I’ve seen do this meme has listed sex, and it seems a little like a cop-out at this point for me to include it, too.  Or I could include breathing on the list as well, and only have to think of four things.

Also, my mother occasionally reads this blog.

2.  The list is not in any kind of order.  I’m even going to mix it up when I’m done so it isn’t in the order I think of things.  Because I detest prioritizing.

THE LIST OF SIX THINGS THAT MAKE ME HAPPY:

G.  Running.  I like to run.  I like running long distances in particular.  I like running in lousy weather, I even like running on a treadmill if that’s my only option.  I get very, very unhappy when I can’t run.

π.  Climbing walls.  I’ve only done it a few times, but there’s something indescribably wonderful about climbing a thirty-foot climbing wall, muscles screaming, hands scrabbling for purchase…

57.  My family.  The Green Eyed Siren and I have been together for more than 20 years, and we can still surprise and delight each other.  Our kids are genuinely nice, compassionate people who are interesting to talk to.  Is it any wonder that my first instinct when I get invited out for drinks after work is to say no?

AAA.  Apocolyptic science fiction.  Give me a good end of the world (or end of the world as we know it) story — zombies, the singularity, gray goo, whatever — and I’m engrossed.  I suspect it comes from growing up in the shadow of Teh Bomb (and within the probable kill zone from an H-bomb strike on Kennedy Airport).

¥. France.  The nation of France makes me happy.  I’ve been through most of it, and I love the towns, I love the cities, I love the food.  I don’t love the bathrooms at the youth hostel in Cassis, but the little canyons and secluded beaches make up for it.

6.  The beach.  Every summer, the Unfocused family packs up and heads for the beach for a week or two.  It is always the highlight of our year.

Now I’m supposed to tag six of you, but I’m just going to let you tag yourselves (Mike, this means you).  If you do, please leave a link in the comments.

Winter Sunday Stats #4: Running Out of Excuses.

It may have been a quiet week in Lake Woebegon, but there’s been nothing but utter chaos here at Stately Unfocused Manor, to mix my pop culture references.  School started!  Work kicked back into gear!  Snow!  Sleep deprivation!  People pissing me off!

And yet, I managed to make a little progress on the things that keep me sane.  It’s time to stop kvetching every week about how busy I am, how I need to do paying work, spend time with the children, and make occasional eye contact with the Green Eyed Siren (f/k/a Mrs. Unfocused) so she doesn’t mistakenly call the morgue to have me carted away, and get back to regular writing and running again; otherwise, I may as well plant my ass on the sofa, open up the chips and start watching television again.  Anything good on?  Are reality shows still big?

On Writing: I bled all over revised another 15 pages of Meet the Larssons (through page 125/500), and hand wrote another seven pages to be inserted.  All that, and I’m still working on what used to be Chapter 11, because apparently it was way to damn long.  I’m still using Holly Lisle’s One-Step Revision Process, and it is going much more slowly than I would have liked.  I suspect that I should have tried to restructure the novel first, then started the rewrite.  I’m not that fond of writing by hand, either.  On the other hand, as painful as it is, the process seems to be working, albeit much more slowly than I expected.

I also wrote another 1,166 words (for a total word count of 6,094) in “Jamie’s Story,” which has gotten away from me a little bit.  I’m determined to keep it under 7,000 words — the story only needs that long to be told — but I’m certain to run over before I get the draft done.  It will need a fair amount of editing — the narrative voice is inconsistent, for one thing — so there should be an opportunity to do some cutting.

I haven’t done anything further in Project Hometown, because the spreadsheet of all the scenes needed to tell the story, which is going to require a little more thought than I’ve been able to put into it.  I plan to pick it back up when I’m done with the draft of “Jamie’s Story.”

Anyway, I’m done with the excuses.  MTL needs to get finished.  My January 31 target is out the window, so now I’m just going to gut it out as best I can.  If I need another made up deadline I’ll deal with that later.  But I need to finish the manuscript slog so I can get to the typing in (essentially the second pass of the one-pass method), and finish it.

On Running: For a number of reasons, mostly related to my inability to go to sleep at a reasonable hour (and one 7am conference call), I didn’t manage to crawl out of bed early enough to get a run in until Friday, and even then I only managed a little over 20 minutes before I had to get off the treadmill, get dressed, and shovel snow.  So yes, my excuses are (1) iggle wazums me was tired, and (2) it snowed in Chicago in January. I did run for an hour this morning on the treadmill, 7.21 miles (an average 8:19 pace, which isn’t bad considering the lack of training).

In other exercise-related news (which is what you get when I don’t have enough to say about running) Family Taekwondo started back up on Saturday, and Unfocused Girl and I (with much trepedation) took Junior along.  Over the last year, we have tried getting Junior interested in TKD half a dozen times, and each time, he would just sit on the side and mope until class was over, or actively interfere with the Green Eyed Siren’s attempts to join the class.  Finally, we just decided to give up until he turned five.  Now he’s five, and on Saturday he did a great job.  He was tired by the end, but he worked hard, paid attention, and behaved well.  We were all very proud of him.  I hope his new attitude lasts; he could use the lessons in discipline, coordination, and becoming a badass.

On the iPod: I got back to some of the usual podcasts on my ancient iPod Mini: recent episodes of Planet Money; I Should Be Writing #107 (“Goals”); Adventures in Science Fiction Publishing #71 (Bear McCreary);   Escape Pod #184 (“As Dry Leaves That Before the Wild Hurricane Fly,” a fantastic steampunk Santa story by Mur Lafferty); Escape Pod #185 (“Union Dues — All About the Sponsors,” another solid entry in the Union Dues superhero series — like all of them, it’s very dark); and Escape Pod Flash (“Standards”).

Then I stopped listening to anything else, because I finally downloaded Scott Sigler‘s first podcast novel, Earthcore, and fired it up on the Mini.  I’m not sure why I never listened to any of Scott’s novels before.  The first time I heard any of Sigler’s fiction was the piece he did for J.C. Hutchins’s Seventh Son:  Obsidian series, “Eusocial Networking,” which was gripping, scary, and left just enough to the imagination.  So far (I’m on Chapter 17) Earthcore is engrossing, and I haven’t been able to listen to anything else.  If it were a book, I would have finished it already.

That’s it for this week’s update.  Time to quit whining, drop the excuses, and get my sorry keister back to work.

Mrs. Unfocused Declares Independence.

I’d like to welcome my wife to the blogosphere.  Mrs. Unfocused informs me that I do not say enough nice things about her in my blog (even though she deserves to be praised to the skies), and she has decided to take matters into her own hands.  The-Spouse-Formerly-Known-As-Mrs.-Unfocused is now blogging at The Siren, Syncopated under the screen name the Green Eyed Siren (which fits, because she is one). I’ll use that name for her here as well, since in real life she never took my name and it rankled her a bit that here on the tubes she was stuck with it.

Something else to add to the list of Things Daddy Must Never Joke About:  explaining the myth of the sirens to the kids, I said that they were beautiful women whose mesmerizing songs would lure sailors to their doom, and then added, “they were beautiful and dangerous, just like Mommy.”  And then we all had a good laugh and moved on.

Not.  But Junior eventually stopped berating me for being so mean, and only brought it up three or four more times before he went to bed.

Bovine Excrement Everywhere.

I got some … annoying? irritating? disturbing? … news yesterday. I do not believe what I am told, for a variety of reasons, and it reminded me of this song from an underappreciated classic film, so I thought I’d share (if you’re playing it at work or near the kids, close the door or turn the volume down):

Writery Stuff That Isn’t Actual Writing.

I did a little work on “Jamie’s Story” on the train today, but after spending a good couple of hours on Meet the Larssons yesterday, I didn’t do anything on it this evening.

Instead, I registered for a writers’ conference, my first.  It will be here in Chicago next month, so I get near-instant gratification and I don’t have to travel — two big plusses.  I’ve been on the fence about this conference for a while, thinking it looked interesting but maybe I should wait until I finish the rewrite of MTL, or get a short story published somewhere someone might recognize.

Over the holidays, I signed up for a moderated discussion group for novelists at a local creative writing center.  It isn’t a critique group, but rather an opportunity to have a conversation with a bunch of other writers once a month about writing.  Because the only communications I have with other writers now is commenting on other people’s blogs.  My first meeting will be next Monday.  I’ll tell them you said “Hi.”

This evening, the moderator of the group emailed us about signing up for the conference, suggesting that since it’s local, it would be fun if a bunch of us went.  That was enough to push me off the fence, and I registered.

It doesn’t seem to be the kind of conference where you get to pitch your novel to agents, but there’s no way I’d be ready for that anyway.  Some of it seems very academic, but there are definitely some panels that look interesting.  I’ll report back on the convention in mid-February, but in the meantime I can say that screwing around on the convention website and then checking out the associated Facebook group allowed me to goof off all evening while still feeling like I was doing writing-related “work.”

Winter Sunday Stats #3: Back to Work Blahs.

One of my New Year’s goals is to be more consistent with the Sunday Stats posts, so I’m getting this up even though I’ve posted already today and it’s late.  I’m going to keep it short, considering that school and a normal work schedule start tomorrow, and I think it’s going to be a busy January.

On Writing: From now on, the writing section will come first.  I’ve been working on a new short story this week (“Jamie’s Story,” until I come up with a better title), from an idea I jotted down on the long drive home from NYC over Thanksgiving weekend.  So far, the story is at 4,928 words (all new this week except the first 400).  I hope to finish it by the end of the week, and keep it to 7,000 words or less.  I haven’t done any work on Meet the Larssons or Project Hometown this week.  This week I’ll get back to MTL for sure; continuing the Project Hometown snowflake outline may wait until I’m done with “Jamie’s Story.”

On Running: Nothing much this week.  We spent a couple of days at a nearby hotel with a lovely pool where they show movies for kids on Friday and Saturday nights, so I didn’t run at all this weekend.  I had a couple of decent treadmill runs during the week, for a total of 7.21 miles.  Not good, but at least I moved a little. Back to a routine this week, too.  At least I registered for the Shamrock Shuffle.

On the iPod: More of Metatropolis, but no podcasts this week.  I’ve got a few new episodes of various podcasts on the iPod that I’m looking forward to catching up on this week, though.

That’s it for the stats.  Not a bad week, on the metrics — 4,500 words of fiction and two runs — but there’s certainly room for improvement.

Got Christmas Blend?

No, you don’t.  Because I have it all.

Bwa ha ha ha haaaaaa.

Here’s a picture of my miser’s hoard:

xmasblendlol

The Mrs. and I really like Starbucks Christmas Blend.  A lot.  Coffee is very important to me.

New Year’s Goals and Resolutions.

Happy New Year!  I’m glad 2008 is over, not because it was a particularly bad year for me or family; in fact, aside from Junior’s broken arm, it wasn’t bad at all, if you ignore the statements for our 401ks and the kids’ college funds.  The world around us seems to be a more dangerous and depressing place than it was a year ago, though.  I do think the new administration in Washington will help, but it’s anyone’s guess how much a change in leadership will improve things, or when any improvement will start.  That said, I’m cautiously optimistic about 2009.

Enough about the world at large.  I’m going to talk about me (again), and list my writing and running goals for the year.

Writing Goals:

  • Finish the revision of Meet the Larssons.  I’m using Holly Lisle’s One-Pass Revision Process, which seems like a rational way to get through it, but I admit I’m having trouble.  The problem is that the changes I need to make are so substantial that I’m doing much more rewriting than revising, and it’s taking longer than it did originally because this time I have to worry about consistency, quality, as well as the significant changes to the story arc I need to make.  I’m going to get it done, though, hopefully in the next month or two.  This leads to my next writing goal:
  • Complete the first draft of Project Hometown.  I want to have the first draft of my second novel done by the end of the year.  This time, I’m outlining the heck out of it.  Once the outline is done, I should be able to get through the draft a little more quickly than I was able to finish MTL, and it should require less restructuring on the second pass.
  • I’m going to shoot for completing six short stories and submitting them.  This will be easier if I take to heart two of the lessons I learned from TTB:  (1) 13,000 words is too damn long; and (2) six drafts is too damn many.  I give the history of TTB here, but in brief, I started it on January 13, 2008, and finished it five months later on May 11, 2008.  If I spend five months on a short story, while revising one novel and writing another, I’ll be lucky to get two shorts completed in 2009.  But I got “Jimmies” written, revised, and sent out in less than a month; if I can write six stories the way I wrote “Jimmies” — one careful draft over a couple of weeks, one revision on my own and one after a read-through from the Mrs. — I should be able to meet this goal.
  • I’m going to keep up with this blog, of course.  I don’t intend to commit to a specific number or frequency of posts, except that I plan to be more disciplined about my Sunday Stats posts.  I like them because they keep me accountable for my running and writing, and ensure that even when I’m busy I post at least once a week.  I may rearrange the format a little, but it’s working for me.  I haven’t decided what to do with the podcast section; I’d like to make the reviews of new (or new to me) podcasts a more regular feature, but searching them out may require more time than I have to devote to it.  I’ll keep you posted on what I’m listening to, and include reviews of new ones when I can.  Please feel free to email me with suggestions for podcasts, particularly about writing or running.

Running Goals:

  • I won an age-group medal in a 5K in August; I came in third for the 35-39 age group.  This year, I’ll be in a new age group, and I’d like to medal again.
  • My personal record for the 5K is 20:26, from 2006; I got that age-group medal with a 20:27.  I’m going to increase my speed work and try to get my 5K time down below 20 minutes.  I’ve made this resolution for the last two years, so you’re entitled to some skepticism.
  • For the last several years, I have run two or three half marathons during the racing season, and in both 2007 and 2008, my half marathon times got slower through the year instead of faster.
  • Help Unfocused Girl train for a summer 5K and run it with her.  She wants to do it, and I’ve been looking forward to running with my kids since before they were born.

That’s enough for one year, I think.  I have some thoughts on turning 40 this year that I’ll put in a separate post.  Hope your 2009 is happy and healthy.