Showing posts with label Home Alone. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Home Alone. Show all posts

Home Alone 3: Up Too Early

>> Tuesday, August 14, 2007

The builders arrived at 7:00 a.m. for the second morning in a row--which meant that I woke up at 7:00 a.m. for the second morning in a row. They're just trying to beat the heat, which I totally respect, but they're killing me here. Now what am I supposed to do? Work? Geez.

You can see from the black tarp that they've prepared the patio for concrete. Does that mean an Explosives Supply Company truck will be paying a visit today? Perhaps. That long board set across the black tarp is for them to slide their leveling board across, which means the patio isn't going to be nearly the drop we worried it would be. It'll still be a tad below the inside floor level, but not so much of a step down.

As I write this, the guys are prepping the sheathing. This one is going to be trickier, due to the door and windows cut into the wall. I watch what they're doing--and how easily they do it--and I think about our original plans to do all this work ourselves. In addition to our day jobs. We were insane. In the time it would have taken us to put up just one wall, these guys will be done with the whole first floor. It would have taken us years to do what they're going to do in a month.

Okay, I'm off to get some work done. Yesterday I made great progress on The Brooklyn Nine, finishing the new First Inning and then planning out in detail and actually starting the rewrite on the Second Inning. This is the one that takes place in the Civil War. The most tedious thing about this rewrite has been shifting from first person chapters to third person chapters. It's a simple thing to translate, really, but I catch myself slipping into the first person time and again because that's the way I first wrote it. The biggest challenge though has been to rethink the short stories as tales that can only be told about these particular kids. This was one of the suggestions from editors Liz and Brad, and it was a great one. Doesn't make it any easier to do, but it's going to make the stories way stronger if I can pull it off.

The idea is that a short story--I suppose any story, for that matter--will be much stronger if the plot can be only about your protagonist. In other words, there is no other person for whom this story would be the same. Now, you can argue that changing protagonists will change any story, but not always fundamentally. Yes, the dialog might change, the attitude might change, but has the story really changed? That's what they're getting at. If my protagonists in the short stories are interchangeable, the protagonists aren't unique. That's a problem.

In a few of the stories I got it right right off the bat. (So to speak.) Those will be much easier to handle. A few though, like the Civil War era inning, are taking some serious rethinking. I don't want to make all these kids "gifted" in some way--I resisted this early on because I don't want to create a fictional family in which every generation was unbelievably exceptional--but I do need to make sure each stands out as a unique character, with assets or flaws or tics that make that kid the only person who could star in their story. That's tougher than it sounds.

I'll be getting back to that now, unless the guys ask me to come out and raise another wall . . .

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Home Alone 3: A New Kid in on the Cement Block

>> Monday, August 13, 2007

(Yes, this is the first one without Macaulay Culkin, which doesn't bode well. Or does, depending on your point of view. But hey - IMDb says Scarlett Johannson was in it, so that's something.)

Wendi and Jo are gone for the last time this summer, and I have a few days to tackle The Brooklyn Nine without distraction. Well, unless you count the house being built outside as a distraction. Ugh.

This is a rewrite on The Brooklyn Nine, the first major revision, and I have a good game plan based on editor Liz's comments. I'm very happy with how the first "inning" has worked out, and I'm well into the second. Here are today's totals - since yesterday I spent the day in Asheville at a baseball game:

Pages (re)written: 17!

Mellow Mushroom pizzas eaten: 1

Wii played: None! :-(

Books read: One (I had a two-hundred page head start)

Episodes of No Reservations watched: 2

Walls erected: 1

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Home Alone 2: Day Six

>> Friday, July 20, 2007

Well, this week didn't turn out anything like I had hoped. I got a lot of writing done on the front end, but very little (read: none) on the back end. Wednesday and Thursday were a wash due to home things combined with preparations for my weekend speaking engagement at the Harriette Austin Writers Conference in Athens, Georgia. Today has been spent on the phone and on the e-mail, "taking care of business" as the King used to say. I also have to pack for the trip, and make the last adjustments to my Hagrid costume for tonight's Harry Potter release party at Malaprop's! I'll post pictures if and when I can.

In the meantime, here's a great review of Samurai Shortstop on Gail Gauthier's blog, Original Content. Enjoy!

And here are your totals for the week:

Days home alone: 6

Chapters written: 4

Pages written: 30

Average pages per day: A sorry 5 pages per day

Wii baseball: Within 50 points of pro

Wii bowling: Bowled eight games; maintained pro status

Wii tennis: Still pretty hopeless

Wii golf: Shot another 3 under and a 2 under; maintained pro status

Mellow Mushroom pizzas eaten: 2

Miles walked: 5.25 - I walked down to the mail box today

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Home Alone 2: Day Three

>> Tuesday, July 17, 2007

A quality writing day, if not a quantity writing day. I've abandoned hope of completing the manuscript by Friday, mostly because I see more time-eating tasks on the horizon: like the possibility of having to walk all the way BACK to the service station to pick up my car tomorrow. I may have a ride, but it depends on his schedule. I had hoped to go into Asheville tomorrow night to get a pizza and play trivia (I came in second among eleven teams the last time I was home alone and earned a $30.00 gift certificate!) but that plan will be scrapped if it means walking two hours to pick up the car. I love Mellow Mushroom pizza (and those who know me know what an understatement that is) but I don't think I would walk two hours and drive another two hours there and back for one.

We also have the tree guy coming tomorrow. Regrettably, a couple of trees have to be taken down to make way for our new house - but fear not! We'll plant far more than we cut down on this lot. I also still have to sign a contract and get our blueprints okayed by a building inspector, which I ALSO hoped to do tomorrow.

Did I mention I wanted to actually do some writing tomorrow too?

Okay, here are your daily lotto numbers:

Days home alone: 3

Chapters written: 4

Pages written: 30

Wii baseball: Within 200 points of pro

Wii bowling: Bowled four games; maintained pro status

Wii tennis: Still pretty hopeless

Wii golf: Shot another 3 under; maintained pro status

Mellow Mushroom pizzas eaten: Still just 1

Miles walked: Still just 5, thank goodness

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Home Alone 2: Day Two

>> Monday, July 16, 2007

In a day interrupted by a trip to Asheville and then a very long walk home, I managed to write one chapter of eight pages. Unfortunately, I realized that I've been miscounting the number of chapters I have left to write - I had eleven left to write when the week began, not ten, so I've got three down and now eight still to go. Not sure I can make that by the week's end . . .

Here then are the new totals:

Days home alone: 2

Chapters written: 3

Pages written: 22

Wii: No change

Mellow Mushroom pizzas eaten: 1

Miles walked: 5

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Home Alone 2: Day Two - REALLY lost in North Carolina

I really hit it on the head when I guessed earlier that today would be a busy day, but it wasn't for the reasons I thought.

Today on the way back from dropping off Wendi's Lark Books project and grabbing a pizza in Asheville, the alternator on our beloved old Chevy Cavalier died. It did not tell me it died. Instead all the electrical systems in the car told me, one by one. First the battery light came on. Then the light for the anti-lock brakes. Then the air bag light. Then the check engine light. By this time I had guessed that the alternator was not cycling the engine's generated electricity back to the car's electrical system and I had the radio and the air conditioning off to save power. When I lost the dashboard clock I knew I was in trouble - but I was SO close to home.

But wait - if I drove home and parked, the car wasn't going anywhere again until it was towed. What would that help? On the phone with Wendi (who is traveling, remember, and was then in Charlotte) we agreed that I should try to get the car down to Spruce Pine to a service station and then hoof it home. The service station was already closed for the night, which I anticipated, but the car had just enough juice to make it to their parking lot. There was so little energy left in the battery that the idiot lights even faded. I cut the motor before the fuel-injector could lock up on me, left a note explaining the orphan car, and struck out for home.

That was at 6:55 p.m.

One hour and forty-five minutes later, at 8:40 p.m., I walked in our door. And that was walking at a steady, uninterrupted pace. Those roads are the exact same roads I drive every morning to take Jo to school - and the school is actually a few blocks farther than the service station.

That drive usually takes ten minutes.

A ten minute drive, an hour and forty-five minute walk. Google Maps tells me I walked about five miles tonight. It took me longer to walk home from Spruce Pine (5 miles) than it took for me to drive home from Asheville (52 miles)!

Luckily, it was still light the entire time, the traffic was light (part of the reason we moved here in the first place), and it didn't rain. All in all, if I was going to have the alternator go out on the car with no other way to get home, this was about as perfect as it could get.

So now I'm home, and of course one of the first things I do (after calling everyone I spoke to on the phone during my walk to let them know I was home safe) is to sit down and blog about it. How postmodern is that?

The walk home got me thinking about the book I'm currently reading - and the book I carried all the way home with me - Max Brooks' World War Z. I'm enjoying this book, despite having to read it slowly in patches over a couple of weeks. I'm also not crazy about books written in interview style - they rank just below epistolary novels on the scale of literary devices I dread - but this time it works fabulously well, because we're not trying to follow the narrative of one or two persons. Instead we're hearing from dozens (hundreds?) of survivors from an apocalyptic world-wide war on zombies.

The best part of the book isn't the zombie stuff - it's how quickly the modern world descends into a new dark age, and the story of how they pull themselves out again. It's fascinating reading, especially if you substitute some other, more realistic threat for the zombies: religious fundamentalists blowing each other (and the rest of us) up, some kind of viral or bacteriological epidemic like SARS or influenza, a meteor strike, escalating environmental destruction - pick your poison, so to speak. The stories told range from the broad (how we reorganized the American work force to recover from and battle 200 million zombies east of the Rockies) to the very specific (like a blind Japanese man surviving the elements and the zombies in a national park). Some of the stories are truly horrible, but often the real horrors are not the zombies, but the people themselves and the decisions they make in the face of disaster.

I bring this up because the book chronicles the collapse of the Western infrastructure. Suddenly there is no oil for cars or planes, no coal for electricity, no food being shipped in from across the country and across the globe. In simple terms, one half of the American population finds itself an hour's walk or more from the nearest support system - effectively cut off from the rest of the country. Never did any of this ring so true for me as tonight, when a simple ten minute drive - a drive we think absolutely nothing of - became an almost two hour trek.

I don't want to over-exaggerate things here. My car broke down and I had to walk five miles home. It's not like I was fighting for my survival, as so many people in the world still are. But what would we do if we had no gas tomorrow? How many of us here in America could survive?

I'm off to try and salvage some writing time. Updated chapter and page count to come -

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Home Alone 2: Day One

Wendi and Jo are on the road this week, which means I'm home alone. I spent most of the day Sunday using violent pratfall traps to ward off two inept bandits who were trying to rob our home, but I did manage to squeeze in some writing time and some Wii time. Here are the totals:

Days home alone: 1

Chapters written: 2

Pages written: 14

Wii golf high score: -3 on nine holes!

Home run challenge: 10 in a row

Mellow Mushroom pizzas eaten: 0

As you can see, I hit two personal bests yesterday - 14 pages written, which may be some kind of a record for me, and 3 under on golf, which is certainly a record, as my previous best on my own Wii was 2 over. I also discovered that our Wii is wireless! It picked up our in-house wireless internet connection, which is totally cool. I have yet to discover how to play others online, but I will. In the meantime I went to the Wii shop just for kicks, and learned you can buy and download old NES and Super Nintendo games. Oh mother of Mario, if they ever offer Super Dodge Ball I will never leave the house again. Why oh why did I ever get rid of my old Nintendo Entertainment System? Perhaps I knew that someday the Wii would let me re-live my former NES glory. Or maybe I just couldn't keep a fifth game system hooked to my television . . .

So today may prove a busy one. I'm expecting a call from our builder, telling me the contract for building our home is ready to sign. Then I need to collect a copy of our blueprints and go down to the building inspector's office to get a building permit. Why the rush? Construction on our new house is due to begin this week. Then later this afternoon I need to run down to Asheville to deliver Wendi's pinafore project to Lark Books. I think I'll also eat a Mellow Mushroom pizza while in town. You know, to be different.

But I've gotten up at what is for me a decent hour, and now I'm going to get busy so when the distractions come I'll already have some writing out of the way. I don't know if this is going to be a two chapter day or not, but that would be nice. I always look ahead at the chapter I have to write the next day, so I sort of wake up thinking about what's to come, and today should be a fun one. Horatio will confront a suspect, learn he's got the wrong guy, and then have a revealing chat with his mysterious ally, General Sternwood. (Fans of Chandler will recognize that name, borrowed from The Big Sleep.)

Those who know me as a writer know I outline everything before I write it, which allows me to look ahead like this. I wonder if other authors who outline do the same thing. I get excited when I know I've got a good chapter coming. As I go off to my office I'll tell Wendi - "I have to go kill someone today," or "today's the day Horatio gets the snot beat out of him." I kind of like thinking about it that way - enjoying the events as they unfold. Maybe authors who don't outline get that same sort of feeling after the chapter has been finished, like "Oh, today was fun - I ran over my main character with a golf cart!" But I've always been a pizza-is-half-eaten kind of guy. I'll take a whole pizza staring me in the face over a half-consumed one any day.

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Home Alone 2: Lost in North Carolina

>> Sunday, July 15, 2007

Wendi and Jo are gone for an unprecedented second trip to her parents', and I'm once again home alone. This is very good timing, as I'm exactly ten chapters away from finishing the first draft of Something Wicked - and I have an ambitious Friday finish in my sights.

So what was the first order of business? Playing the Wii, of course. Although I should note that I am no longer playing my friend Paul's Wii. I'm now playing with my own Wii. (I know, I know. But please, let's keep this clean - this is a family blog after all.)

The story of how we actually FOUND a Wii to purchase is one perhaps best saved for a later blog - or over a game of MarioParty 8 - but I will say that when I finally found a place that said they had two in stock they only had one left by the time Jo, my Dad and I got there fifteen minutes later - with another two callers supposedly on the way trying to beat us there. Had the second been there we would have bought it for Wendi's sister Niki, who actually has scouts around the United States on the lookout for a Wii of her own.

So, after one week of owning our own Wii (and having to start all over at establishing records and benchmarks) I've yet to improve upon my Paul's Wii best in golf (par for a nine hole course). I have nonetheless practiced and progressed far enough to be rated as a "Pro" golfer on the system. So I always have a career on the Wii PGA circuit to fall back on if the writing career doesn't pan out, I guess. I've also become a "Pro" level bowler - and I've managed to blow my old Paul's Wii high score out of the water with a 268. (Which I hit today.) I attribute that success to the Guide to Natural Bowling book I picked up in Spruce Pine, North Carolina a couple of months back. To my chagrin though, I've been unable to reach "Pro" level in baseball - my favorite sport. I'm getting close, but the computer opponent really gets tough on you when you get better, and I don't know any other way to combat him. Perhaps I'll have to buy a hint book. Which will of course cement my status as loser supreme.

So, um, back to the novel - which I really am eager to get back to. We just spent all day yesterday at the Grandfather Mountain Highland Games in Linville, North Carolina, which was the original inspiration for the setting for Something Wicked. I was recharged and re-invigorated - and came up with nice tweaks to a couple of scenes I had already planned. We also purchased four CDs from great bands we heard - Albannach, BarleyJuice, and Mother Grove, all of which I'll be listening to as I finish the book. I hope to mention one or two of them in the context of the book too.

All right - I've played the Wii and I've blogged to begin my Home Alone sequel, so I'm off to write. Writing updates to follow -

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Home Alone: Report #1

>> Tuesday, July 3, 2007


Wendi and Jo are at Wendi's parents' for the week, which means I am home alone to write.

And play Wii.

Here are my totals so far:

Chapters written: 3.5

Pages written: 28

Bowling high score: 207

Home runs hit in a row: 10

Best nine holes of golf: Par

Episodes of Doctor Who watched: 4

Mellow Mushroom pizzas eaten: 1

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