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2017

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Lincoln, NE
April 28-30

MileHiCon 49
Denver, CO
October 27-29

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Progress Report, in which less is more

I’m traveling this week, battling dodgy WiFi access, so this will be brief.

Inched forward with some words on the “Just a Game” rewrite, including 500 I managed to bang out on the plane.

I suppose I might be able to eke out some more verbiage yet this week, but given my track record with writing on the road . . . yeah.  The less said about that, the better.

No updates for Write Club.

And I’m out.

Current Music: An indoor waterfall

Progress Report, in which I consult my conversion tables

I pretty much have the rewrite of “Just a Game” figured out now.  I say pretty much because every time I believe I’m ready to begin the rewrite in earnest, I think of some new angle I hadn’t considered, some new nook that requires exploration.  At present, for example, I’m trying to figure out a proper way to appease an angry goddess.

Or it just might be avoidance behavior.  Hard to tell the difference, sometimes.

I am, I’ll admit, a bit apprehensive about this rewrite, though I’m not sure why that is.  So I forced to at least bang out a new paragraph yesterday, just to get the ball rolling and show myself that there’s nothing to be afraid of.  Well begun is half done, the saying goes, and according to my figurative-to-literal conversion table, that’s usually pretty accurate.

I’d like to wrap this up in a week or so—which, according to my wish-to-reality conversion table, means it’ll probably take at least two.  Maybe three.

Handy, those conversion tables.

No updates for Write Club.

I’m out.

Current Music: "None But the Brave"--Bruce Springsteen

Progress Report, in which I make multiple Kevin Costner references

At the beginning of Dances with Wolves, Kevin Costner says, “The strangeness of this life cannot be measured.”  He might as well have been talking about mine.  To wit:

For the past few weeks, I’ve been poking and poking at “Just a Game,” trying to find some way to either rewrite it or reinvent it, with no success.  So last Saturday, I figured I would give it maybe one more day, and if nothing came, I would reluctantly set it aside for the nonce, write it off as a loss.

That, of course, was the day the muse dropped by, and showed me what I could do with the story.

Naturally.

So now I have a plan, though it still needs fleshing out.  It will be an almost entirely new story.  I’m keeping my protagonist and his father, and one of the settings . . . and that’s about it.  The rest I’ll be making up out of whole cloth–only simpler and better than the original conception, one hopes.

Meanwhile, I received a rather crushing rejection this week from an agent who had requested a full of Wet Work.  Crushing not because it was harsh–quite the contrary–but because my hopes had gone positively stratospheric.  Even a complimentary rejection is still a rejection.  I’m back at square one, just when I thought I might be getting somewhere.  You know that bit in Field of Dreams where Burt Lancaster talks about coming this close to your dreams?  Yeah.  Right or wrong, that’s how it felt.

And yet, after picking myself off the ground and dusting myself off, I realized that at the very least, the rejection had brought me a moment of clarity.  I had been kinda thinking that if this thing with the agent panned out, I would be diving into the sequel to Wet Work.  That won’t be happening now, but there’s another novel project I’ve been contemplating of late.  Thanks to that devastating rejection, I’m now free to pursue it.

The strangeness of this life.  Just as I’m about to give up on a story, I figure out how to salvage it.  And a tough rejection helps launch me in a new direction.

And that’s probably enough Kevin Costner movie references for one blog post.

Write Club update:

Two agent rejections this week.  In addition to the aforementioned bounce on a full of Wet Work, I also got a personalized “no, thanks” from a different agent on a couple of partials.  That one wasn’t as crushing, as I had been expecting it.

Right.  Got some work to do.

Current Music: "Voodoo Chile"--The Jimi Hendrix Experience