I can’t tell you why I got rid of the old page and went back to this page, well, I can’t tell you yet. Savvy folk might be able to put together a bit of what is going on, but all will be revealed shortly. And seriously, it’s awesome and it’s HUGE.
One of the few things in life I hate paying for is haircuts. They seem so overpriced for what I want done and I hate the tipping aspect that comes on top of it. That’s the main reason for my occasional (and I admit, misguided) head shaving adventure. But Spenser’s hair has been getting goofy long and since he has to go to school where we will be subjected to teacher scrutiny if he has a poorly done homemade haircut we took him to get it done today.
Afterward, I realized I still needed a haircut but I didn’t want to pay so we went home and I pulled out the clippers. I used bigger guards than I do for full-on head shaving and tried to do some blending. It’s not awful and looks like a decent barber college haircut, which is really all I care about. My hair grows fast enough that in a couple of days all the bad spots will be grown out. And this cut didn’t cost me anything.
If there’s anything cooler than watching little kids get excited about the first snow, I haven’t seen it. I took a few minutes out of my day of editing and cleaning to watch them and snap this picture. It was all beautiful until ten minutes later when they were cold and came in and got everything in the house wet.
That phrase just popped up in this automatic Facebook status update generator and I kind of like how it sounds. The other one I liked was:
“New authors are so far the lesser of chicken brats on is Kwame Kilpatrick and this country thrive not just as a comic book of Mormon.”
That’s surprisingly beautiful and accurate.
I’ve been itching to stretch my muscles here and write something long and involved, but I just haven’t had the time. As my time to write fiction has been limited by my editing work, I’ve been looking to this site here for opportunities to scratch that writing itch, but I haven’t really had the discipline to sit down and get to it. And it’s not for lack of possible topics. I want to write about the important role my high school job at Blockbuster played in my development as a writer, I want to write about parent teacher conferences I had with Holly and Spenser’s teacher and how I need to be careful about forcing the kids into identities I have pre-determined for them. I also want to write about some work stuff, but that’s not really feasible right now, but some interesting things are in the works.
I also want to write about Tumblr and how it might be used to generate critical mass for a viral-type post more than writing it here on my website first. Chuck Wendig had a great post that appeared first on his Tumblr site and then on his blog. It got me thinking about Tumblr. Lord knows I don’t need another social media in my life, but I didn’t think I needed Twitter before I used it and now it’s become indispensable. People I know and respect are using it in addition to blogs and Twitter so I’m curious. I’m also hoping eventually I can wiggle out of Facebook’s iron grasp and focus those efforts elsewhere.
So I guess that’s quite a bit of writing about not writing, but if you’ve been to this any number of times, that shouldn’t surprise you at all.
I’m writing this from the Muskego Public Library as I have a bunch of editing work I need to finish before I’m allowed to play tonight, but I wanted to take a minute to reflect on how crazy this last year has been for me.
Last November when I was here, I had just began the interview process with Carina, but had not yet been hired on, I was only a month into my new job at the university (a job that would turn out to be a horrible, horrible mistake) and I was desperately stuck on the ending of MURDER BOY and didn’t really see anyway that book would ever be finished.
Fast forward a year later, and the first book I edited for Carina is now available (check it out here), I built up enough of a freelance business that I was able to go full-time as a freelancer and leave that mistake of a job behind on good terms, and at lunch last year I was able to get away to an Arby’s with a composition notebook and cheap ballpoint pen and finally come up with a great ending for that damn book. This year I brought Becky with me and she’s experienced the same sort of whirlwind career bounty as well. She went from having a bunch of certifications and nowhere to use them to now working with two gyms as a teacher and personal trainer. I’m still fat, but that’s not for her lack of trying.
I say all of this not to brag (well, not ONLY to brag) but to point out how quickly life can change and that what may seem awful now could turn around and be great and, conversely, what may seem great could go tits up at any moment. It’s like they say in sports, you can predict all you want who will win the game, but you never really know until you play.
So I recently complained about some aspects of the freelance lifestyle, but today I was able to experience one of the best things about working from home. Holly’s pre-K class had a field trip and I got to go along. At first I was a little ticked at this field trip because it was at the local medical center and the charge was kind of high for what I thought would be a hospital tour. Well, when we showed up it looked like the place was a body-themed hands-on museum for kids, which turned out to be pretty cool. I was once again upset about the price when I saw that general admission to the place is half of what we were charged as a school group. We got less time to play and had to sit through a lecture. How does that equate to twice the price? Anyway, Holly had fun playing in the intestine slide. So here’s some pictures.
And really, this might be the best thing for me right now. I’ve mentioned here my problems bouncing between two projects. The first project is a cozy novel that I am in the first draft stage of and the second project is a Detroit crime novel I’ve been working on for over six years. Well it looks like Detroit’s election last night put a dagger temporarily in my work on the crime novel because that novel relies heavily on Detroit having a black mayor and a behind the scenes white power broker. Well, now the white power broker is the mayor and I need to rethink my novel.
I mentioned this on Facebook last night and got a nice round of encouraging comments from people telling me that I can still write the novel as is because it’s fiction, etc. and that is very true. The mayor in the book as it is is based on Kwame Kilpatrick and he left office in 2008. But what this latest development made me realize is that the biggest problem I’ve had with this book is that Detroit is too much of a character. It’s trying too hard to be a big social novel and not hard enough to just be a good novel. So now, instead of trying to keep up with the actual politics of the city, it seems I’ve freed myself up to concentrate on the characters and how the plot works with just them.
For the time being though, I’ve put that book aside to work completely on the cozy. And what’s funny is, without even trying, this silly book about a female-owned brewery has become the most socially conscious novel I’ve ever written.
It really feels like November today and I love it. The fresh start of fall. October kind of sucked some I’m looking forward to a new month. I’ve got some new things in the works, some cool projects on the horizon, and other assorted stuff I can’t talk about yet. We had fun with the kids for Halloween yesterday even though it was cold and rainy. They’re at the perfect age for it and I’m sure we only have a few more of these greats years so I want to make the effort to enjoy it.
Maybe I’ve been trained too much by the corporate shopping complex, but the day after Halloween puts me in the mood for Christmas music and peppermint everything instead of pumpkin everything. It gets me really in the mood for Thanksgiving which is my favorite holiday of them all. It’s all the good stuff of Christmas without the crushing depression that comes afterward.
Anyway, more later as I clear the snot from head and get back on track. I’ve got to go find the good Dayquil.