A Writer’s Thoughts at 1am on Christmas Morning:

December 25, 2017

Christmas goes by many names.  Christmas, the Feast of the Nativity, Natale, Noel, Yule, and a host of others.  By tradition, convention, and perhaps even fact, it is celebrated on the 25th of December, every year.  There are some interesting notions as to why it is December 25th (as well as some as to why it is not), but so it is, so it has been, and so it will be.  The time has expanded.  Now, it’s two or three days, and for some people as much as 12.  We had a Christmas feast this year on Friday the 23rd.  We then spent time with one family on the 24th, and will spend time at three different places today (to be fair, I started this much earlier, but couldn’t get the lead out!).  I’ll throw in another two words that I associate with Christmas (and I’m sure I’m not the only one): Family and Gratitude.

I’m grateful to have celebrated Christmas with my family for oh-so-many years.  My first Christmas wasn’t the case.  In a manner of speaking, I was fighting to keep living.  Now, 30-something years later, I’m awaiting a new life in my growing family, and thinking back to all of the many lives that have impacted my own, people that my family has known and lost over the years.  Uncles, grandparents, friends, and family that extend beyond truly linear means have all left us in recent years, but their memories will not.

I am grateful not only for the gifts that they have given me in terms of physical things, but also the gifts they have given me in terms of memories and inspiration.  Inspiration doesn’t always come naturally, and it may take many years for me to evolve and figure it all out.  A lot of times, my inspiration appears in my writing.  I don’t always write with a future dedication in mind, but my two most current projects both have strong ties to the sentiments that I’ve felt at losing a loved one, and both of these people are people that I associate with Christmas.

A few years back, I was in the middle of writing an action-adventure novel, something that was inspired by the works of Robert E. Howard.  Conan the Barbarian, Kull the Conqueror, and Solomon Kane were all ubermensches, the noble savages that populated dark worlds of swords and sorcery.  In the middle of my work on this novel, my grandfather died.  Now, my grandfather wasn’t an ubermensch — he wasn’t a musclebound barbarian who was set to take over the World.  No, he was a man with a kind heart, and a man who fought to provide warmth, and understanding, and clarity.

Every year, my family would make the 3+ hour drive (which I’m now told is closer to 4) to visit my grandparents, who lived halfway across the state. My grandpa, and particularly my grandma, loved Christmas, and loved the time spent with family.  They loved showering us with gifts, and making one of my favorite foods with such great care that I felt like I could have been a king in their household.  When we were ready to return home, we would step out into the dry, biting cold of the Central Valley, and make the trip back home to a place that was (even if not warm) much more temperate.

When I created my main character for one of my current ongoing works in progress, Their Sharpest Thorns, I did so with my grandpa in mind.  The main character, Harold Parrish, is a gruff but kind-hearted man, and all he wants is to provide safety and sanity to his community, even as things fall apart.  The parallels between Harold and my grandfather run a little deeper than that, but the protagonist of Their Sharpest Thorns is far from my grandfather.

The protagonist of the next work in progress, The Best of You, is inspired by many people.  One of whom is one of my uncles.  A few years ago, we had a nasty run of deaths in the family, including losing two of my uncles within a few months of each other.  All of my uncles loved baseball, but one of my uncles was a particular baseball fan.  This uncle was particularly generous.  As he was simplifying his life, making plans to ease the transition, just in case such a time came, he gave me his collection of CDs.  He was an absolute audiophile, and the collection of CDs in my house easily doubled overnight. For some, this might be a burden.  For me, it was a blessing, as it gives me something to remember him by, but also feeds another one of my passions: music.  For reference, I was a DJ for about two years, and a radio sports commentator for close to three.

This uncle was the inspiration for The Best of You, a story about one of the greats in a fictitious baseball league.  The main character couldn’t be further from my uncle in personality.  My uncle was humble, and the main character is brash.  My uncle was soft-spoken, and the main character loudly proclaims that he is “Pelayo Guerrero, the best that ever was.”  My uncle was a wonderful family man, a devoted husband, and a supportive father; Guerrero is a self-centered bachelor, who beds a different woman in every city.  So, you may ask, how was The Best of You inspired by this uncle?  For one, it was his love of baseball.  For another, Guerrero is his opposite in so many ways.  However, there is a supporting cast that is a lot like my uncle, his brother (and brother-in-law), and their friends.  These aren’t one-for-one translations, but there are aspects that pull from people that I was accustomed to seeing on Christmas.

So, that leaves me here.  The presents are all wrapped, and the stockings are hung with care (as much as I can, at least), and I am left being grateful for the memories and inspiration.  To all of you, your families, and your future families, cherish the time that you have together.  It may sound hokey, but they are the gifts that you’ll remember.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a… holy heck, it’s 1am!

Happy reading!



On Turning 34

December 12, 2017

Stephen King said that 19 was a magical age for him.  It was the late 1960s, as the Summer of Love was rising, and at a time when The Lord of the Rings was at the height of its literary popularity.  In his essay “On Being Nineteen”, King describes nineteen as “a selfish age, and [one] finds one’s cares tightly circumscribed.”  Nineteen wasn’t as magical for me.

For me, most of 19 was 2003. The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers had just entered theaters, but the action flick didn’t capture the minds of the hippies that had so latched onto the books in their youths.  At the time, I considered myself a bit of a hippie: no, not the peace-love-dope variety, but of the type who found happiness in nature and despair in civilization.  I wanted to live off the grid, but only off of the grid enough that I still had power to play video game basketball and write that novel on my oversized Gateway computer.  Yes, I was a hippie of the Oregon Trail generation, back when computer games involved dying of dysentery and drowning oxen.  No, my generation wasn’t worried about Tolkein’s allegory for industrialization any more than we were worried about BPAs in our Nalgene bottles.  We were waiting for the third installment of The Matrix with bated breath, and mostly didn’t care that Neo was Buddha for the Internet Age.

It may be hard for the average 19 year old to understand the historical context of 2002 and 2003, especially given how things have happened over the past eleven months.  The United States was at war that most felt was justifiable, but many vaguely understood;  the War on Terror was in flight, and the fervor of the new patriotism squashed the anti-war sentiment that followed everything Vietnam like a shadow.  Unlike Vietnam, there was never an immediate threat that we would get drafted to serve, whether we wanted to or not.  Unlike Vietnam, we didn’t know friends who defected to other countries in order to avoid dying on the other side of the World. Unlike Vietnam, we weren’t at war with a country; we were at war with a loose political philosophy. No, this wasn’t Communism; at least Communism was systematic.

Every now and then, I see these junk videos on YouTube (which wasn’t a thing when I was 19) that have teens guess the names of songs and the artists behind them.  The kind of music that I listened to (Matchbox 20, Third Eye Blind, and an entire catalogue of stuff that is way older than I am) is something that completely eludes them.  Sure, they know Beyonce, post-No Doubt Gwen Stefani, and Jennifer Lopez, but there’s nobody that seems to know Cake, Fastball, Pearl Jam, or Foo Fighters.  These bands are a bit older, but even the bands that were big when I was 19 are now footnotes in musical history. Audioslave, Linkin Park, and Evanescence were tearing up the charts when I was 19. Pop-punk was a thing.  Rock was still alive, and post-rock was my idea of Earth after the big boom.  Now, of course, Chris Cornell (Audioslave) is no longer with us, neither is Chester Bennington (Linkin Park), and only the devoted know where to find Amy Lee (Evanescence) on a given night.  Hopefully, the latter is in a recording studio somewhere, but I wouldn’t have a clue.

My freshman year (when I turned 19) ended with tumult, and sophomore year started with the hope for something brighter.  Back then, I didn’t have a cell phone, or a car, or anywhere to be between the hours of noon and midnight. I didn’t have many responsibilities, but I also didn’t have much control.  At the time, I was determined to not quit school, but certain that I wouldn’t be at that school much longer.  (I was right — I graduated a few years later).  I was a part of a writer’s group back then, and I co-hosted a radio show, but I was growing increasingly convinced that I didn’t see eye to eye with anybody at our meetings.  I wanted to be a radio DJ, a writer, and a runner, but all of those goals seemed so far away.

Fifteen years later, only one of those goals is still on the table.  Radio DJing and sports broadcasting are now a decade back in my rearview mirror, and running is something that I haven’t done consistently for about two years.  I write, and it is something that I still love to do.  Eight NaNoWriMos and two completed manuscripts later, and publication still seems far away — even if it seems so much closer than before.  In fact, I’ve written something for my novel every day for the past month and a half, and lament the fact that this streak isn’t any longer than that.  In this and so many other senses, I’ve achieved a level of consistency that I haven’t had since I’d consistently fall five seconds short of my all-time best mile time.  I was sick of it then, but oh, what I wouldn’t give to see 5:53 on my wristwatch again!

Now, I’m coming up at the end of 33 (a very good year), and looking forward to 34, which may be one of the best.  Better than 26? Maybe.  Better than 18? Probably.  Better than 14? As if there was any contest! As I reach this next mile marker in the race of life, I think about everything that has changed, and everything that will change in the near future.  Think about it: 34 is 15 years removed from 19.  In another 15, I will be knocking on the door for 50, well in the throes of middle age.

As I look forward to 34, I have so many responsibilities that I didn’t have at 19.  I have a cell phone — but also a cell phone plan.  I have a car — but also auto insurance.  I have a home — but also a mortgage.  I live on the grid, and couldn’t be happier.  To paraphrase Rockwell, “I work from 9-to-7ish, hey hell I pay the price.”  The things on my mind nowadays are still basketball and writing, but also a number of other things that weren’t even a blip on the horizon when I was 19.  Questions of insurance coverage, retirement savings, and HOA dues enter my mind (between whatever is going on in my main characters’ lives).

As recent as it seems, things have changed so much in this post-9/11 landscape, and when I think that a 19-year-old today was a toddler in 2001 (and still short of kindergarten when I was 19 in 2002/03).  19-year-old me wouldn’t have believed that 34-year-old me would be married (for a good few years, at that).  19-year-old me wouldn’t believe that 34-year-old me would have two cats (because 19-year-old me was going to have dogs).  19-year-old me wouldn’t believe that 34-year-old me would have a desk job (because 19-year-old me was going to be a forest ranger).  Moreover, 19-year-old me wouldn’t believe that 34-year-old me would see three Giants World Series wins, 2 Warriors NBA titles, and the Niners in a Super Bowl.  (To be fair, I didn’t see much of that last one.)

Oh, how different the world was then, back when Michael Jordan was still clinging to his playing career, and Tracy McGrady and Vince Carter were still considered heirs to the NBA throne.  The musicians that were still alive then, the actors and actresses that topped the World’s Sexiest list, and the web browsers that people used were all different then.  The iPhones and Android phones of today didn’t exist; a “smart” phone was the BlackBerry, and everyone I knew seemed to have a Motorola Razr.  Back then, MySpace was the new thing that seemed poised to take over the World (how’s that going, huh?) and blogs hadn’t entered the mainstream.  Where will we be in fifteen years?  Nobody could have seen BlackBerry’s decline, and MySpace’s near disappearance.  Not that Apple or Google or Facebook would allow it, but could you imagine a world where these brands are old news? Think back a few years, and you’d be amazed at the things that you never would have expected that you now take for granted!

Now, as I turn 34, I have a lot of changes ahead.  I haven’t shared it yet on this blog, but I will be a father by the time I’m 35.  In fact, my child will probably have taken his or her first step by the time I’m 35, will have started to sleep in his or her own crib by the time I’m 35, and may have started something vaguely resembling actual words (rare, I know, but possible) by the time I’m 35.  Imagine how the World will change in those nine months, but also imagine how the World will change by the time my first-born child is an adult! By the time this new person is 19, the Taylor Swifts and Ed Sheerans of the world will be like oldies, Nirvana will be ancient history, the Foo Fighters will be like the Rolling Stones are today, and there may be #1 radio hit from somebody who isn’t even born yet.  To this future 19-year-old, Vince Carter, Kobe Bryant, and Tracy McGrady will be like Alex English, Kiki Vandeweghe, and Kelly Tripucka were to me.  To this future 19-year-old, The Matrix might as well be Star Wars, and The Matrix Revolutions might as well be Ishtar.

What does any of this have to do with writing, you might ask?  Well, the first part of this is that you will now know why it may still take me a while to get published.  The second part of this is simple: in 19 years, when 34-year-old me is 53, and my own child is nearly 19, I hope that people will go onto their Amazon (or Lulu or Nook or whatever) accounts, or dash into their local book store and see my name on a shelf.  They will see “Jim Owen,” and wonder if they could someday write like him, or if they could someday have that success, or if they should check out this prolific writer because they’ve heard so much about him.

Fifteen years ago, when I was 19, I never imagined where life would have taken me to this point.  I never would have imagined that I’d be back in my home town, working less than a mile from my alma mater.  Fifteen years from now, or even 19 years from now, I wonder what 34-year-old me would never have imagined that I’d have done by middle age.

Website Wednesday: Shelly King

November 1, 2017

Hi Everyone!  Well, it’s been a while since my regular Website Wednesday feature was actually regular.  I thought that NaNoWriMo would be an appropriate time to look at a few more author websites.  Let’s see how it goes!  The first website is for a local author.  Shelly King, author of LitFic book The Moment of Everything will be sharing her thoughts about writing the best story you can, publishing, and everything in between.  If you’re in the Bay Area and free tomorrow afternoon, check it out:

Shelly King NaNoWriMo Kickoff Event – Thursday, November 2nd at 6pm
Scotts Valley Library, Fireside Room, 251 Kings Village Road, Scotts Valley, CA

I, unfortunately, won’t be there, because there’s not going to be much room between work and NaNoWriMo this month.  Instead, I wanted to share my observations of Shelly King’s website.

Shelly King, Author of The Moment of Everything

Ms. King’s website is a modern website, with all of the bells and whistles that you’d expect from a “simple,” responsive design website (although it looks like some of the code breaks if you sign into WordPress).  Yes, this is the modern site, conforming to the standards for phones, tablets, and PCs.  The front page is pretty simple.  There’s a carousel that changes every fifteen to twenty seconds between advertising The Moment of Everything and her writing classes and editing services.  This occupies about two thirds of everything below the banner.  The other third is a form, prompting you to subscribe to Ms. King’s newsletter.  The banner itself is much like what I’ve come to expect in any author’s site: About the Book; Events; Writing Classes (somewhat different); About the Author; Contact.

The Good: There are two things that stand out to me with this website.  First, the extras that are all ancillary to the book. This includes blog posts about the book, a Sirius-XM interview about the book and the author’s influences.  The Sirius-XM interview is particularly interesting to me because of the content: which movies inspired the book?  It’s an interesting concept, and something that I will probably explore on my own (I have a similar topic that is ready for release, and I will save this for later this month).

The second item that is of the most interest to me is the “About Me” section.  It shares a lot of small, important details, and then ends with some humorous, self-aware little quips.  I love the fact that she shares items about her dogs and cats. This is her website, folks, it’s not what Ms. Editor wants her to place on her back cover!

The Bad: I never like it when the website looks like it’s there to sell you something.  Of course we’re coming to the website because of your books!  This is a cross between the two, and that may be fine considering Ms. King is also using this site to promote her (other) business.  The one thing that bothers me is the juxtaposition of this carousel of The Moment of Everything and her writing classes and editing services and the forms for signing up for her newsletter.

In my own web experience, I seldom want to be bothered with the sign-up.  If it’s there, I might sign up for a newsletter.  I do this all of the time for my job (research purposes), but newsletters are otherwise not bery important to me.  Putting a newsletter front and (just off-)center probably wouldn’t be a decision that I would make for my own website, particularly if I’m also including forms for first and last name, along with the email address.

Finally, I find it funny that she’s not advertising her own events on her website.  The current events page doesn’t have anything, even though we know better.

The Verdict: King does a lot of things that she should with a simple site.  The banner has all of the pull-down menus that you’d want, and access to a few extras.  In terms of website aesthetics, the images serve their purpose well.  My own preferences aside, there’s no real faux pas with the design.  The splash page for her website might serve as an advertisement, but you must dig a little deeper to get to the “buy it now” prompt.

NaNoWriMo participants, take note: Shelly does a lot of things very well, and she’s an active NaNoWriMo participant in her own right.


Visit with Ms. King tomorrow, November 2nd:

Shelly King NaNoWriMo Kickoff Event – Thursday, November 2nd at 6pm
Scotts Valley Library, Fireside Room, 251 Kings Village Road, Scotts Valley, CA


Countdown: Reflecting on Past Projects #1

October 31, 2017

Just seven(-plus) short years after I sat down and told myself that I’d get serious about novel writing, I am here again, at the cusp of another NaNoWriMo, ready to start my seventh project.  Each of the last five projects are somewhere in development hell. Absconded by Sin is going through another rewrite, and its successor Big Man will one day demand a full rewrite.  This year, I hoped to complete my current work in progress Their Sharpest Thorns, by the end of October.  That didn’t happen.

When I wrote my first novel, now in yet another round of editing, I was already about a month into it — a solid month of intense writing and outlining — by the time NaNoWriMo rolled around.  I had more than 60,000 words committed to Microsoft Word, and my characters had undergone a journey that took them from a military prison to an archbishop’s quarters, and on to the mighty Sierras. The story had momentum, the story had legs, and I was so convinced that NaNoWriMo would take me through the second third of the story.  As it turns out, I was pretty close.  I ended NaNoWriMo 2010 with exactly 60,000 words, as luck would have it. My first draft clocked in at 187,510 words – 303 8.5×11 pages, and more than twice that when transformed into a 5 x 8 book with standard fonts and margins.  In other words, NaNoWriMo did as I’d intended, give or take a chapter or two.

I completed my first draft of Absconded by Sin in April of 2011, put some author’s notes on it, and called it a day.  Eventually, I came back to it and gave a few passes of editing before I was ready to open the door and have others read it.  Back then, I was more concerned with making sure that characters were robust and vibrant than I was with actual word counts, so an extra 1,000 words here and there didn’t bother me as much as the notion that a character might be flat or simply obscure.  When those 187,510 words rolled out, I was sure that my characterization was spot on.

Absconded by Sin became the subject of many months, if not years, of frustration.  After getting good feedback from my wife, I sent it out to my beta readers.  Some of my beta readers came back with very positive feedback, and some didn’t come back at all, but the initial feedback on Absconded by Sin was empowering.  I had an inkling that Absconded by Sin would be a success.

Work intervened with my writing life.  I was still writing, but 2,000 words per night became maybe a few hundred here and there.  By the time I was ready to address my readers’ comments, it was time for my second NaNoWriMo, and I didn’t have time to make those fixes.

One project rolled into another, and Absconded by Sin became lost in the shuffle. It wasn’t until April 2016, five years after I’d completed my first (or even “zero” draft) of the novel when I started looking for agents and publishers.  I sent out a handful of targeted query letters, and frequently heard nothing in return.  Those few responses I’d received were concerned that it wasn’t quite their genre (it is a bit interstitial that way) or that the word count was just too high to market.  Eventually, I found Perfect Analogy publishing, but even they said that the word count (to borrow from Jimmy McMillan) was too damn high.

There I was, on a cross-country flight to Charlotte-Douglas Airport (a stopover for Portland, Maine) with a binder full of my 187,500 words, trying to get them down to even 120,000.  It took several weeks from that point, and I failed in that mission, but 121,966 wasn’t too bad — not even a third the length of your typical George R.R. Martin book.

Toward the end of October 2016, NaNoWriMo 2016 was on the horizon.  I had a great outline, with just a few missing steps between the climax and the ending, and I was ready to go.  Unfortunately, as I was cleaning out our home office, my cat ran past me, I spun around, and I knocked my computer, USB-stick first, to the floor.  This USB stick, which carried the latest versions of at least three of my novels, was smashed, damaged irreparably (unless you have money to burn).  The last word on many of my novels, as well as the only outline I had for Their Sharpest Thorns was lost.

Their Sharpest Thorns, a combo police procedural / horror novel set in the Sierras, started out with some bumps.  I couldn’t decide on what to name my main character, my map for the town and critical locations was lost, and my notes for important symbols also went by the wayside.  I persevered; several months after NaNoWriMo ended, my 100,000 word first draft was complete. The problem was that this draft was ultra drafty, and I’ve been working to simultaneously tighten existing scenes and expand some lean scenes ever since.

This year, I’m coming into NaNoWriMo with some outline, a few test cases for my characters, but no real momentum in my writing.  As the calendar page begins to fold over, I am nervous about how this will turn out.  50,000 words is quite a commitment, even if I’ve been able to surpass it every year since 2010.  As trick-or-treaters are out roaming the streets, I am counting down to Halloween’s witching hour.  I might get in a few words after midnight, but I will be slapping the keys in earnest tomorrow afternoon.  Hoping to get a good lead on The Best of You before I’m behind the pace.


Kicking off NaNoWriMo 2017

October 29, 2017

This past Wednesday was a big day for me. I attended a meeting to kick-off National Novel Writing Montb (NaNoWriMo).  Thanks to the lovely and benevolent JungleMonkey, and the Santa Cruz Public Library, I was able to meet with a few future superstar Santa Cruz area novelists.  Among those, we had two authors who were working to complete the third installments of their own respective trilogies (both had both previous books published in some form), one first time novelist, and two who were doing it for the second time.  I sat across the table from one of those latter two, a high school history teacher who is hoping to create some alternative history short stories this month.

I remembered my first time at a NaNoWriMo event; it was the first week of December, 2010, and I’d just tacked on the middle 60,000 words of my ultimately 187,000 word first draft for Absconded by Sin.  Back then, I didn’t have a name for the novel.  Heck, I still don’t — at least, not really — so I decided to call it “Call Me the Breeze,” a name lifted from one of my favorite Lynyrd Skynyrd songs.  Back then, I was still just 26, was six months removed from my own misheard calling as an educator, and was newly married.  When I attended the TGIO “Thank God it’s Over” party, I felt like I was the youngest person there who could legally drive a car.  There were a few teens (and one who happened to be a UC student knocking on 20’s door), but most of the writers there were a good ten years older than me.  I suspected that I was the novice.  As more writers discussed their failures in hitting 50,000 and their seemingly far-off aspirations at getting published, I had a much better sense that I belonged.

The one question people had for me back then was the question of where I got my unique title.  When I told them it was a song, one of the writers (still perhaps in her 30s) said she’d thought she’d heard of it.  She then snapped her fingers and started singing “Call Me the Breeze” as if it was some kind of Bobby Darrin tune.  Perhaps she was thinking of the JJ Cale original, but it didn’t sound like the tune I knew and loved.

Just seven short years later, I was sitting there, talking to someone who was still looking for his first “win” as a NaNoWriMo participant.  He seemed very cordial, but perhaps a bit distant, when we first began talking, but as soon as he’d heard that I’d won NaNoWriMo, and that I’d actually finished  previous novels, he listened intently as I answered questions about my process, what it was like editing a long work, and what it was like trying to market my book to agents and publishers.  He had a lot of questions, and I had a short time to answer them and think of questions to ask him myself.

It was strange thinking of myself as the voice of experience in this matter, especially considering that I’ve never successfully published a book.  It was humbling, and also provided a huge shot of confidence.  No matter where I was in the stream, there was somebody back on the shore, wondering if it was safe to enter.

I had the benefit of asking questions from the voice of experience when I sat down with multi-genre author Linda S. Gunther, author of Finding Sandy Stonemeyer.  While I haven’t yet been able to implement some of the wisdom she shared about getting published, I was (and am) grateful to have heard some thoughts from the voice of experience.

I’m going into year seven of my own NaNoWriMo excursion with the desire to get this and so many other books published.  To those of you who have more experience, I salute you, and wish to learn from your experience.  To those of you who are doing this for the first time, I salute you, and wish to learn from your experience.  To those of you who are coming in having started NaNoWriMo in 2010, glad to see we jumped in together; I still wish to learn from your experience.

Insomnia & A Brief Update

September 18, 2017

Over the years, I’ve suffered from a bit of insomnia.  During some occurrences, it’s not very bad.  I can usually get to bed by 1 or 2 am, and may have a little trouble getting up in the mornings, but can function throughout the day.  Other occurrences are worse, and I will be awake to see 3 am or later, and then be in and out of sleep for over an hour before I eventually get up. I often notice that I have insomnia on nights after I play basketball. My evening basketball run, a mainstay on my schedule since I started working with my current employer back in 2011, has been particularly sporadic as of late.  Even though I have had insomnia since I stopped my consistent attendance, it never seems to be that bad.  So, what might this have to do with reading and writing?  Well, a lot and a little. Writing takes a great deal of energy; even though I can crank out hundreds of words when I am half asleep (and sometimes rely on that half-asleep state to work through particular images), I usually do my best writing when I am well-rested.

Aside from the need to sleep well in order to write well, I find that I get most engaged with my reading when I’m well rested.  I’ve recently started reading a book that is somewhat appropriate for my off-again on-again relationship with a good night’s rest: Stephen King’s Insomnia. I feel like this 1994 novel is one of King’s lesser known works.  I’ve come across a buzzfeed list, or some other procrastination tool, which identifies Insomnia as King’s best work to not make a screen debut.  For this reason, it’s not Clocking in at nearly 800 pages, this novel would be the perfect book when you know that sleep isn’t coming any time soon.  So far, I’ve enjoyed the book, but it is still in the early going, and there’s only the slightest hint of anything fantastic or supernatural.

One thing that I’ve noticed is that Stephen King has a tendency towards an archetypal old loner.  Many of his works, and particularly those since 1990, have an older focal character.  InsomniaDuma Key, the Bill Hodges trilogy, and The Dark Tower series all have older protagonists who spend some significant portion of time alone (whether emotionally significant or significant in terms of duration). 11/22/63CellUnder the Dome, and Black House also have central characters who are generally loners.  This is just one of several parallels that I’m starting to see emerge from some of King’s more recent works.


As for my own writing, my primary focus has been editing my current work-in-progress, Their Sharpest Thorns, but a new project is currently percolating on the back burner, and I am eager to start an untitled sports-related horror story when NaNoWriMo arrives in about six weeks.  Until then, I have a couple hundred pages worth of editing and amending.  I hope I can send a draft to my beta readers by November.  It all depends on how much energy I can muster in these next six weeks.  I suppose I could tie this all back into tonight’s theme of insomnia, but if I were truly an insomniac, wouldn’t that give me plenty of extra hours for editing?  Oh, well.

Until next time, thanks for reading!

Retro Vibes

September 11, 2017

Culture depends on many different aspects, including space and time.  I’m not about to start talking about Dr. Who right now, but this timey-wimey stuff matters.  Today, my 22-year-old colleague stated that It (2017) was going for that Stranger Things retro vibe.  The problem?  Aside from the fact that the source material for It predates Stranger Things by 30 years, the original It split time between the late 1950s and the mid-1980s.  Stranger Things puts its characters in the early 1980s.  I have yet to see the recent It movie, and it has been many years since I’ve seen the TV miniseries.  Regardless of when the source material was constructed, Stranger Things and It should be similar in how they present the World, as they are taking from the same era.

It hits me more and more often about how different things are from my childhood.  There are so many details that young adults today wouldn’t remember, or even understand. The wide availability of cell phones and smartphones is one big difference. One thing that I find odd is that amorphous treatment of the past. This was an era before cell phones; heck, cordless phones and pagers were relative novelties when I was a kid.  It wasn’t that long ago that MTV was changing the way that teens consume television, and that Stephen King wrote about an era that was in the then and now.  Now, even YouTube is becoming passe, and Stephen King’s heyday is now a Stranger Things retro vibe.  The 1980s don’t seem like that long ago to me.  At the same time, I barely remember the 1989 Loma Prieta earthquake, which is perhaps the biggest event of my youth.  When I turned 22, the same age as this young man, the year 1980 was further away than 2040 is now.  I am now (barely) closer to the year 2050 than I am to the year of my birth.

There’s many things that I can remember that hardly seem like nostalgia compared to the collective memory of our culture.  I remember a time when TV miniseries were the big media event.  I remember the nightmares that I had after watching It, and the fear I had of being pulled into the sewer by a stranger.  I remember scrambling to find a pay phone if I was ever lost on a bike ride or needed to get home from practice.  I remember the treat of going to the local library, and the joy I would find at picking up books at our school’s book fair.

What are some of the things that you remember from the pre-millennial era?  Feel free to leave a message in the comments section below, and don’t feel bad about feeling old.  You’re just thinking about a Stranger Things retro vibe.

Thanks for the read, and keep on kicking it old school with actual books!

Website Wednesday: Paula Hawkins

September 6, 2017

Hello, Friends.  Not much new to report here, except that I’m back with another Website Wednesday entry.  This little diversion, started in May 2017, has helped me learn a lot about author websites as I think about my own.  As mentioned in past entries, I’ve compiled this from a list of Amazon Best Sellers.  Obviously, this list changes over time, and it may be time to refresh the list.  If you have any author sites that you’d like me to discuss, or would like me to critique your own, please feel free to comment below.  Until next time, happy writing and happy reading!

Paula Hawkins

It may seem like Paula Hawkins, the next on the author website tour, came out of nowhere with her overwhelming ‘debut’ novel, The Girl on the Train.  It would be even more impressive if this was indeed her debut novel—but it wasn’t.  After four successful romantic comedies under the nom de plume Amy Silver, Hawkins transitioned to the thriller genre with 2015’s The Girl on the Train.  The novel spent thirteen consecutive weeks (about three months) at #1 on the New York Times Best Seller’s list, and sold more than three million copies in its first six months after release. Sales surged after the 2016 film adaptation, starring Emily Blunt, and total sales are now north of 15 million copies.

In many ways, Hawkins does not epitomize the New York Times Best Seller. Not only did she transition genres and come out from behind a pen name, she also has transitioned from non-fiction to fiction, including a financial advice book.  Ms. Hawkins is of British-extraction, but was educated in Zimbabwe until she went on to her sixth-form college (much like a post-secondary prep school stateside).

Ms. Hawkins has a visually stunning website, designed by Cal Poly-educated web designer Ilsa Brink.  It transitions across two background themes; at the moment, these both apparently tie in to Hawkins’ current novel Into the Water.  The novel has a basic format across the top, with seven text buttons below the banner.  Two of these highlight her most recent books, but there is no reference to her “past life” as Amy Silver; indeed, if you go on to Ms. Hawkins’ Amazon page, there is no reference to her as Amy Silver, and vice versa.

The Good:

If you’re looking for a modern website with some pop, look no further than Paula Hawkins’ website.  It doesn’t do anything unusual, but it provides well-designed, strong visual cues, including pictures of the beautiful artwork on her book covers.  Due to the need for visual appeal, the website does a great deal to keep writing sparse.  With the exception of “Events,” there aren’t many items that are heavy with text above the fold.

The text, where present, is persuasive.  Not only does she include the copy that one would typically find on the jacket or on the back-cover, she also includes a copious amount of positive reviews.  It seems to come from the philosophy ‘if 9 out of 10 reviewers agree, you must read this book.’

One of the first items below the fold (for each respective book) is a button for a reading guide.  I’ve seen this on a few other sites.  I like the reading guide as a means of continuing the conversation, and of allowing readers to take ownership over some of the concepts in the book.  Many reading guides offer open-ended, judgement based questions, as well as some questions that require higher level speculation; Hawkins’ guides are particularly strong in the former.

The Bad:

I’ve said it several times before, but it bears repeating. Yes, you are using a website to sell your books, but you don’t need to make it so painstakingly obvious.  Hawkins’ homepage goes directly to the books.  Right after you see the covers, you see buttons “Order US/UK/CA.”  Before you know anything about the books (aside from what you brought with you when you decided to visit the site), you’re already asked to order.  There’s a little slugline about Hawkins’ credentials, but not much else in terms of telling you what to expect with the book.


The site is beautifully designed.  Beyond this, if I became a Hawkins groupie, I would know where to find her on any given night.  I can’t fault the designer or the author for this site, as they are doing much of what they’re supposed to do.  I guess the problem I’ve seen is that there’s not much to draw me to this site if I’ve already bought the book.  Whereas some authors include games, notes, and other interactive items on their websites, this website does not hide the fact that it is there to sell books.

Website Wednesday: Veronica Roth – Author of Divergent

August 30, 2017

Hello Friends.  It seems my Website Wednesday feature has not been so regular.  I hope to start that again.  Kicking off this latest round, Veronica Roth’s website has its good and bad qualities.  Like the website itself, this review is brief.

Veronica Roth

Those of you who don’t know who Veronica Roth is have probably heard of her work.  Roth, now just 29, published her first book in the Divergent series in 2011.  Now, more than six years later, her trilogy has spawned three feature films and an upcoming television series.  The series transformed Shailene Woodley from teen television star to big box office draw.  The books have sold tens of millions of copies, collectively, and the three movies based on those books grossed more than $750M.

While it is apparent that Roth has started her own blogs through Blogspot and Tumblr, her main website is clearly professionally done.  Her rotating banner and professional photographs clearly illustrate a web designer’s touch.  It’s possible that Roth did some of this herself, as her website clearly lets her personality (and her less professional blog and Instagram account) shine through.

The website was clearly designed with “responsive design” in mind.  The banner menu across the top becomes a “hamburger” menu when viewed through a mobile browser.  The menus are just about what one would expect.  Of the eight items, the only one that stands out to me as unusual is “classroom.”  This might be because she is one of the few YA authors that I’ve explored.  Everything else, books, bio, events, blog, and the rest, could come from anyone from E.L. James to George R.R. Martin.

The Good:

Roth’s site is distinctly her.  Her blurbs are very familiar and informal, and are mostly written in the first person.  She / the designer has a good sense of white space, and doesn’t overload you with text.  The graphics are stunning, and the photography is clearly professionally done.  The individual book pages focus on the book first, and then work their way down to the film adaptations and the various avenues for purchase.

I was particularly interested in the discussion guides.  They are professional done, and each provides more than a dozen lines of questioning for educators.  Many of these lines of question reach several different levels of questioning, from recall to predicting and hypothesizing.  These guides are particularly useful when reining in younger readers, but anybody can appreciate the method that goes into good questions.

The Bad:

In general, this is a good site.  It does everything it should.  The one issue that I have with it is that it breaks one of the few rules that I have: place the books first.  If not the books, then some discussion of writing or of the author’s journey would be reasonable.  Instead, this site has a huge rotating banner that includes glamor shots, action shots, and a beautifully rendered graphic.

The Verdict:

On its own, this site is not really exciting.  It does everything it is supposed to do and provides a nice aesthetic.  There’s nothing wrong with it, to be sure, but also nothing that sets it apart from the numerous other author websites.

For Greg

August 25, 2017

Hello Faithful Readers:

Now you know the pattern of the Summer of ’17: another summer month, and another long delay!  As always, things are busy, and I am procrastinating.  This time, it’s little things, including NBA Live (the one game I still play regularly). At this point, I have another good reason to write a post.  There’s a lot of changes going on in my professional life, and many other things going on around the homestead!  Here’s another tribute to a good friend who is on his way out!

Thank you for your patience, faithful readers!


For Greg

For the second time in a matter of weeks, I’ve been trying to process a change in my surroundings.  First, my team’s editor left our company after two years.  That was tough, as she was the heart of our team.  Now, we’re losing a colleague who has been there since I came on years ago; if Kacie was the heart, Greg was the nerve center and the spine.  He’s been a relentless worker, a good friend, and one of my biggest champions.

For many years, Greg has been a friend and ally.  When frustrations would boil over, he was the sympathetic ear who let you talk it out. However, when interoffice politics came to a head, he wasn’t afraid to be level-headed and impartial.  The need for these characteristics was infrequent, as he would try to plot a steady course through uncertain seas.  He was the first to think of the team when our office would undergo turnover. When he was promoted to upper management, he never treated himself as being above the team.  He is even thinking of his teammates as he is in the process of moving on to a new endeavor.

For many years, Greg was the man with all of the practical coding knowledge.  Whether we were designing sites, or querying databases, or trying to figure out our dodgy CRM, we knew who to ask.  If we had any issues with our home hardware — such as when I smashed my USB drive — we knew who to ask.  If he didn’t know, he would work tirelessly to find the solution.  Speaking of tireless, the man would often be working until the wee hours of the morning to make sure that the rest of the company kept with its deadlines; there were even a few times where he was working off of just a couple hours of sleep and putting in a full day. Greg put himself in many unenviable positions, but we never heard him complain.  All too often, Greg would take his work home in the evenings, but we always knew that he would put in the hours there, as well.  Of course, there were always the times where his wife would bring him dinner; we knew that those were the nights where even sleep became a luxury.  We’d even call him when he was vacationing out of the country, and he would put in the hours to get things done.

Every year, when we put on our conference, Greg would be the first one up in the morning, already piecing all of the technical equipment together by 7am.  Whenever any speaker needed some technical assistance, he was there before they would even say the word, and when we needed an emcee in a pinch, he’d be the first to volunteer.  At the end of the day, he would gather all of our employees and make sure that we let off steam; he’d be the first to suggest bowling, or karaoke, or the Mediterranean place down the street.  First thing that next morning, he’d be ready to do it all again.  Things didn’t change when he became management; if anything, he managed to cram even more duties on top of those that he already had.

Outside of work, we would see each other about once per week, and we would play basketball in our regular games.  Greg, a lean man who is not of particularly great height, was the man who made the rest of us work harder just to keep up.  He was the first down the floor, and able to pick the ball clean from your hands as soon as it left the fingertips.  He was a gritty competitor, but was never so myopic as to put himself before the team.  If we needed someone to guard the 6’5″ former (German league) pro, Greg was the first to volunteer.  If we needed someone to guard the 19-year-old whiz kid, Greg was right there.  If we needed someone to play defense because the rest of us were too winded to make it past half court, Greg would take on all comers, even if they knocked him into the wall.  We’ve both stopped playing (at least, playing religiously, as we had for several years), and I miss seeing him on the court. Of course, I do not look forward to the day when he comes back to perform a chase-down block on me; if you can envision LeBron James blocking Yao Ming, then you know why.

Of course, there’s also the time that he helped me move.  I’d asked him to help, and he didn’t realize that he’d already committed to helping somebody else move; he ended up going right from helping one person move to helping another, and he even volunteered to do much of the heavy lifting.  I wish someone had snapped a picture of him crawling underneath a heavy metal desk so that he could push from the center and guide it through a narrow door.  Nobody needed to ask; he volunteered.

There are some key details that I’m missing here — aspects that I must keep private — but it nevertheless has been difficult to anticipate how we will manage his void.  We’ve delegated responsibilities, and scraped every last bit of knowledge out of our friend before he takes on future endeavors, but we will never be able to match his drive.