On Photography and Paranoia

Empire I’ve kept a low profile this weekend. I grabbed lunch early yesterday at my favorite Cuban place in Hoboken and then hit the local Barnes and Noble to pick up Harry Potter 7. Yes, I’m one of those people. And to avoid having some dolt spoil it for me, since then I’ve been holed up in the condo or up on the deck, reading, and avoiding the internet and television. Yesterday evening about dusk I I heard from a party going on a few houses away “Did you hear about the new Harry Potter…?” I promptly ran inside and plugged my ears. Then this morning, while watching the news for a few moments, I slammed off the TV’s power when what was probably a piece on Harry Reid started, but I wasn’t taking any chances. I’m a little more than half-finished.

In other news, I finally caved and bought my graduation gift to myself last week: a Canon Rebel XTI (aka the 400D) DSLR camera. It’s my first SLR, and there’s a serious learning curve. With the help of some lenses that a friend lent me (thanks, Alex!) I’ve been puttering around a bit, but I have no idea what I’m doing. I have the above required shot of the skyline from our deck above. Also, a most unusual shot of a Boeing B-17* that flew over yesterday morning. No idea where she was from or what she was doing over Manhattan, but she was a very cool sight and the sound of those four radial engines reminded me how I need to get to an air show sometime in the next year or two. I was able to shoot the photo at max zoom and crop down what you see. Not very clear, but clearer than I could have got with my other cameras, and proof that I wasn’t imagining things.

That’s all I have. My seclusion continues. Good thing I don’t currently have a job to drag me out tomorrow!

(*for those who do not know, the B-17 Flying Fortress is a WWII U.S. bomber, and therefore quite rare. I’ve seen this one in the airspace around Manhattan a few times before, so she must be based out of Long Island or Connecticut)

ReaderCon 18

ReaderCon ReaderCon 18 was this past weekend, and a good time as always. I found myself doing more socializing than attending panels this year, but still got some good information from the people in the know. A few things that I learned and/or was reminded of:

1. Evidently I take offense at a college professor not knowing the difference between a second-person POV, and a third-person POV which happens to use the word “you” a lot. It bothers me enough to make me walk out on a panel, and then be teased about it for the rest of the weekend.

2. An editor/writer that you admire will sometimes reject your story even if he likes it.

3. A re-write can do wonders. I heard Leah Bobet read her piece “After the War” from Sybil’s #4 and was blown away by it. (It also happens to be a wonderfully done second-person POV). I remember when it was first sent to the magazine I was one who argued AGAINAST taking it (not for quality reasons, but some political and historical ones). The printed/read version addressed all of my qualms and really touched me as a veteran.

4. Evidently I am not the only writer who is a little freaked out by potentially having their stories critiqued by a puppet. (“Crap, she has the sock puppet out. That thing just doesn’t get my subtext.”)

5. Even after TWO FREAKIN’ YEARS, those who play Mafia at ReaderCon will not let me forget that I helped out Johnathan Lethem in a particular game. Come on guys. Two years. Seriously.

That’s all I got. Much better coverage can be found from Matt Kressel, and Paul Tremblay. I’ll add more posts here as I find them.

Ouch

accupuncture

“I hear you just finished your writing degree,” she said and took my pulse.

“Yeah. Finished a couple of weeks ago. At The New School,” I replied.

“Hmmm,” she said and nodded. “I got a creative writing degree there about ten years ago. Now I do this for a living.”

 

Isn’t an acupuncturist supposed to make you feel relaxed, not cause you to question your life decisions? I guess I should get used to it.

But other than that, things are going well. Had a graduation party over the weekend that Matt Kressel was good enough to post some photos of. I got some very cool gifts that will help immensely with the writing process: an illustrated Strunk and White, a retro ink pen, a ream of printer paper inscribed with the touching words “get to work bitch!”, and – what every writer needs – several bottles of excellent quality tequila.

I think I’ll get to work…

Moving on…

DoorOkay, stop me if you’ve heard this one:

A 37 year old guy who hasn’t made one red cent on his writing decides to quit his full-time, well paying job, and work on his writing.

The punch line? Not really sure yet. See, it isn’t so much a joke, a story, or even an anecdote. At least not yet. It’s what I’m doing. Last week I put in my notice at my job. I’m taking a few months off to write.

Next week I take my final class for my bachelor’s degree. After 16 years of work, off and on, I am finally finishing. I go back and forth between being embarrassed about how long it has taken, and just being relieved and feeling like it’s a major accomplishment.

The past several years I’ve been focusing on creative writing and literature classes. Not the most practical courses for someone who works in the computer field, but it’s something I wanted to do. Much like taking this time off. It doesn’t make sense, but this is one of the few times in my life where I’ve decided I want to do something for myself and am actually following through with it. My life has been a series of things I have to do, need to do, and just happened to do.

No one should get the idea that I think I can make a living as a writer just yet. But I do want to give the impression that my writing has improved in the past year or two and that what I’m doing now is pretty good. And if I’ve just spent all this time and money (holy crap, the money!) on this degree, I owe it to myself to spend a few months doing the writing thing. While I’m writing, though, the resume’s will be going out as well.

Two more weeks at work and then it’s all about writing. Models, household stuff, photography, but mostly about writing. I’m going to go back to the Stephen King plan of 2,000 words a day 5 days a week (Stephen actually recommends 2k words EVERY day, but I think everyone realizes he’s a machine). I’ve got a couple of short stories to finish cleaning up, and two agents are waiting for me to send them the first fifty pages of my novel “Copper and Kerosene”. After that housekeeping is done — and I’m actually going to try to get a lot of that done within the next few weeks — then I’m starting my second novel. Hell, I figure that the only thing an agent would like better than a finished novel is two of them.

Money is going to be tighter, and Kristen will probably freak out a few times (but she’s happy for me and said it’s a great idea; further proof that I picked a good woman, or maybe a good woman picked me) but that’s nothing that hasn’t happened before. I get to spend some time focusing on what I want to do, what I think is important for me, and I plan on enjoying it for however long it lasts.

So, a 37 year old guy who hasn’t made one red cent on his writing decides to quit his full-time, well paying job, and work on his writing.

The punch line? Not really sure yet. I’m working on it.

Sign of the Season

SwinglinesYou can be certain that warm weather has arrived when the new crop of red Swingline staplers start showing up in Hoboken. Here’s a triple-shot of some I completed this past weekend.

Oops, I broke it

Broken Pencil While the above title is very applicable to modeling, this time I’m talking about a story.

A writing group can be a blessing and a curse. Being in Altered Fluid is definitely more of the former than the latter, considering all of the great writers I get to work with, and all of the friendships that have grown out of the group, but sometimes it can cause issues with the writing process.

Example: I’ve got this story I’ve been working on for, no kidding, ten years, off and on. I pull it out from time to time, work on it a bit, and then put it away for a while. The writing group has seen it once before, and with the recent armada of pirate anthologies coming about, I gave it another go. It’s a piece set on a privateer during the War of 1812. Not pirates, but close, and unique enough that I thought I’d have a shot. The group read it, gave me suggestions, and I ran with it.

That’s when the problems started. While editing it again for submission, I ran up against two issues. One was trying to implement all of the suggestions. For some reason I forgot they are just that: suggestions. Sometimes when I think I’ve got something that’s close, I can get in the mindset that I need to just do what the other members of the group say. Hell, they are published writers, after all.

The second problem was word count. I was two thousand words over what was stated on the submission guidelines. So I started cutting and hacking at it. Completely removed the beginning that I was fond of. Cut down on the ending, back story, etc.

I sent it out. It was still long, but the pub said they were interested in the concept and maybe they’d have room for it.
I just got the rejection notice this week. They liked it, but in the end it was just too long, and maybe it would benefit from putting back the pieces that I mentioned I’d cut.

So I read it. And I didn’t recognize it. What was this? I didn’t write this, surely. Well, the plot was there, but it was so, well, stripped of any essence, flavor, or color. Essentially it was an elongated outline of the story I had originally written, and it just wasn’t as good. I had taken a story that I really liked and tried to change it so that everyone else would like it, and now the only person that needed to be happy with it — me — didn’t like it.

Every writer has seen this, I’m sure. Taking a story you like and compressing it or stretching it, changing characters, plot points, anything, to try to make it fit a market. It is in no way a situation unique to me, but this is the first time I’ve really noticed myself doing it. What’s the fun of being an unpublished writer if you’re not going to write the way you want to?  Don’t get me wrong, I’m not being as arrogant to say “I’m glad they didn’t want it.  I didn’t want them to have it anyway!”.  That’s crazy talk.  I’d have been happy to make a sale, but since I didn’t, I am glad that I now get a chance to work on this some more.

And so my story goes back into the chest for a little while longer. Not too long, though, as I do really like what I’ve got there, and I’ve already done some tweaking on the previous draft. Already it does a much better job of conveying the story I want to tell, and it is doing it in the way I want it to.

It’s broke for now, but already looking better, and the next time I’ll try to listen to my inner voice a bit more and the outer ones a bit less.

Back to some resin

contrastWith my final paper of the semester turned in, I’ve decided to clean up some stories to send out (sent out two this very day) and work on some models. I’m still at it with the USS Weehawken. It seems like I’m just not making any progress. This part of a build always seems like that. You fill, prime, sand, repeat. And repeat. And repeat. One interesting thing that I found was the visual effect in the first photo. The last time I primed I got lazy and just hit the areas I had sanded. The contrast of old and new primer gives a great textured effect. It’s something I’ll be repeating — in a more controlled manner — when I do the final painting, so it’s great to see a preview of what can be accomplished. Now it’s time for me to scribe all of the armor plating lines onto the deck. That will be quite an undertaking, and one I’ve been putting off.

engineering

The second photo is of an interior space. I’m opening up the hatches on Weehawken, so I go to the plans and see what’s under these hatches. The after-most lists it as “engineering” and nothing more. Going off of a paper model of the original USS Monitor, I knocked out this quick bit of plastic gibberish. Once it’s painted, weathered, and viewed through the small 1″ X 1″ opening in the deck, it’ll look just fine.

roof I’m replacing certain parts of the Weehawken kit. This shot is a before and after (well, an in-progress). The turret roof is supplied in a circle of perforated resin. I’m putting a lot of detail in this turret, so I’ll be replacing it with a clear piece of plastic. I’ve used double-sided tape to attach the plastic replacement to the resin original, and now I’m drilling through the resin perforations, using it to transfer the pattern over to the clear part. Tedious.

And finally, this green guy. It’s a white-metal Dungeons and Dragons gaming figure, about 1.5″ tall, and still very much in-progress. I found him whileOrc cleaning up a few weeks back and figured he’s a good piece to practice with the Vallejo paints I’ve recently started using (they rock), and it’s a piece I can finish in a relative short period of time. Sometimes it’s good to just finish something, even if it isn’t that big of an undertaking — I guess that’s why I write short stories as well.

Rust and Rubble

TowerI have this thing for old rusted out objects. Put a camera in my hand and if there isn’t a sunset around to focus on, I’ll look for something dilapidated and on the verge of collapse to photograph.

This past Friday I was in Cranford, New Jersey, for the monthly NJIPMS meeting and spotted this water tower. It sits on top of what appears to be an abandoned factory that is behind much clutter and a fence, so I had to settle for just the tower.

The next shot is of the continuing redaction of Hoboken. It’s a simple process: take an old factory, warehouse, or any buildingBuilding with history and character, raze it flat, and then build something cheap and garish in its place. This is the southern most end of a block-long warehouse on the extreme western side of Hoboken. By next weekend the whole place will probably be gone.

Tuning In

Mic

Last Saturday was the previously mentioned Altered Fluid appearance on Hour of the Wolf. A good time was had by all, and we even took some calls from a few colorful characters. You can listen to an MP3 PodCast of the broadcast on the Altered Fluid website.

One thing I took from the show this time – other than the fact that I’m in a group with a lot of damn talented people, but I already knew that – is the real difference there is when hearing a story read aloud by the author. It can lead to a completely different interpretation of the piece by the audience. I still firmly believe that the written words on the page, those the reader encounters when there is no other voice around to inform and instruct them, is the final form of a story and the one that simply must get the tale across. But, after hearing David read last Saturday morning, and after my own reading at The New School last Wednesday when I found myself switching around words on the fly, I’ve come to realize that a story isn’t necessarily confined by those words on the page. If a reading can bring a different interpretation, give the reader a new angle on the story, then what’s wrong with that? At the core, an individuals interpretation of writing and the reading is what the entire process is about. Reading aloud just adds a new dimension to something we might believe we know everything about.

I wonder if Cormac McCarthy will be doing any readings in the future?