Wednesday, May 13, 2026

Poor PO Fit

 I got a chance to sit behind my old colleagues for a short flight back home. I didn't "try" to listen in, but I did hear. And each successive sentence made me realize how happy I was to have left. I listened to them say this and that and then this again,  . . . (then that again) . . . and I swear I didn't want to roll my eyes, . . But I may have. 


It made me think about the report I wrote several years ago. I tried to get it published. I thought it was good enough to be published, but it never was. I remember I got a somewhat poor grade on it, and I was furious, . . . apparently Dr. Priest is a better grader than I thought. No one else thought it was any good either. 

Tuesday, May 12, 2026

Give Me Some Orders

 I'm reading a book about D-Day by Stephen Ambrose. I've read a lot of books by Ambrose over the years. I gave up on him due to the "plagiarism" scandal at the end of his life. I wasn't a fan of that. And I'm still not. BUT, I've been stunned (as my readers well know) by the magnitude of plagiarism taking hold in academic circles, see for instance Harvard's president, et al. I wonder if there is a study there somewhere. Regardless, Ambrose is a greater writer. More on that later. 


What I find interesting is his description of the landing at Omaha Beach. The first invasion he discusses is Utah, and for the most part that sounds rather staid. But boy, Omaha was a goat fuck. 

Monday, May 11, 2026

Tizzy Moments

 I think it's funny how little things can throw us for a loop. For example, I felt like I was doing great yesterday. Working hard, moving forward, enjoying my work, etc. Then BOOM one message from my boss, and everything is thrown into a scrum. 


In this case, it's such a silly message too. 

Friday, May 8, 2026

Writing Tropes - Crossed Up Plots and Time Travel

There are two type of story tropes that I particularly enjoy. I've never written any like it, but they are well-known and usually well-liked. My next project is going to be my own effort to bring them both together. 


I love movies with multiple divergent yet congruent and intersecting story lines and character arcs. At the beginning of the story, you have multiple characters, none of whom seem to have any relationship with the others. By the end of the movie, you recognize where and why they all intersect, and usually they intersect in ways that the reader or watcher would never have suspected. 

Thursday, May 7, 2026

Another for BIC

I had another article published in a trade magazine. My goal for each of my studies is to produce a report for academics, another report for industry leaders, white papers, podcasts, videos, and trade magazine articles. This most recent publication is for a study I completed last year, and this is the trade magazine article. 



For a long while, I thought BIC wasn't worth publishing in. Several things led to this view. First, I had read several things in it, and so much of it was "inside baseball" and shallow. Also, many of the leaders I worked for thought it was too "People-Magazine-esque." 

Wednesday, May 6, 2026

Shifting the Language

 I just had another article published (HERE). Woo-Hoo! Sadly, this might be the least impressive of the bunch.  


The Board of Certified Safety Professionals (BCSP), an organization of which I am a member since I earned my Associate Safety Professional (ASP) certification, has published my article on translanguaging. 

Tuesday, May 5, 2026

IRB-less Publication

I started my own IRB last summer. Why? Well, I was tired of latching on to different universities. Every time I used K-State's IRB, I had to rope in Dr. K. And every time I published, since he didn't do anything more than latch onto my IRB, I never included him as an author. It felt weird. 

Texas A&M's IRB process took months to complete. That was one good thing about K-State's. It usually takes less than a week. 

Monday, May 4, 2026

Book Review: Rusty Nail

Finished reading the third J.A. Konrath book Rusty Nail. Actually, Rusty Nail is both the third J.A. Konrath in his Jack Daniel's series, and the third that I've read. Like most other series, I'm reading this a bit out of order, it just happens that I read the third book in the series third. So far I've read the fifth, first; the first, second and now the third, third.

It's an interesting series. Konrath's main advice to new authors (through his blog A Newbies Guide to Publishing) is to always have conflict. Every page, every paragraph, every sentence should be brimming over with conflict. If not, get rid of that sentence, paragraph or page. He follows his own advice. His stories are big on conflict. They are also some of the most disturbing stories ever. Think Silence of the Lambs meets Stephanie Plum. One of the villains in this story is heavy into masochism, and at one point the reader is treated to the disgusting act of the primary villain flaying a victim alive.

When I was a teenager I had a book called "How to Draw Comics the Marvel Way." In this book on comic drawing, Stan Lee wrote something about how artists should let their minds go wild when they create villains. Go look at the villains in a comic book; huge heads, swords for hands, skulls instead of faces. Konrath took Stan Lee's advice and ran with it. His villains have to be the creepiest in the business.

Despite the fact that his stories, spilling over with conflict, have little room for deep character development, they do have flashes of well written passages and metaphor. One that I marked made me take notice, the kicker is the last line.

"I had no doubts Bud Kork was insane. But there was more to it than that. Sitting this close to him, I felt a deep sense of revulsion- the same kind of feeling I had when I watched a nature program on TV that showed a spider catching a fly. Bud Kork radiated a very real feeling of harm, of fear and decay and death. Talking to him made me want to take a hot shower and brush my teeth until my gums hurt."

Sadly, I bought this book at the Half Price Book Store and did not read it on Kindle, therefore I made few notes. One thing I've found I enjoy about the Kindle is it's ability to store and keep my notes. It's a habit I enjoy and one I have never developed in conventional book reading. Nevertheless, Rusty Nail was as good as Whiskey Sour and Fuzzy Navel, and in terms of the villainy, much better. Stan Lee would be proud....disgusted but proud.

Most Recent First Line

“The first time Yossarian saw the chaplain he fell madly in love with him.”

Joseph Heller - Catch 22

For whatever reason I just don't find the first line that intriguing. I wouldn't necessarily not read the book based on it, but it's no where near as good as some of the other first lines I've posted, nor is it as good as some of the lines Heller could have used. He could have used Snowden's death, any of the bombing runs, or Yossarian walking up to General Dreedle naked to have his medal presented. I think any of these would make a much better opening line.

Desperately Seeking a More Attractive Timbre

This might turn out to be a long, tangential post, but in terms of the writing process it could be interesting. (Talk about an uninspiring first line!)

A few weeks ago my cell phone broke. It crashed on the golf course and I don't really blame it. I was involved in a sales event for work, a tournament that lasted over 6 hours. By the 18th hole I actually envied my cell phone's death.

It was my intention, prior to its passing, to wait until Verizon started carrying the iPhone before buying a new phone. The demise of "old faithful" forced my hand and I lost the luxury of choosing my own schedule for phone replacement. So, naturally, the iPhone not being an option, I went and bought a new fangled DROID phone. I like it. It's pretty handy to have around, and soon it should double as a Kindle eReader. Presently it lacks that eReading application, but I have made great use of another feature.

Years ago, during my long commutes from Halliburton up by the airport to my house down in Sugar Land (Houstonians will audibly groan when they read about that commute), I played with the idea of using a voice recorder to write my stories orally. It's hard not to think of ways to wisely use commuting time when you have over an hour of it each way. Despite a year of driving that commute to work, I never followed through with any of my voice recording plans.

Then, with my grandmother Muzzie needing help on her memoir, oral story-telling once again raised its head. For months I traipsed over to Muzzie's to record her stories into my computer. At home I would transcribe then edit her words and despite her critique, I think I gave her stories a pretty good home in a pseudo-memoir.

Now, thanks to the voice recording capability on my new DROID phone, I am once again finding the benefits of oral story-telling. My commute time is far less, only about 15 minutes, but that is just enough time for me to speak out a few pages of text. So far I like what I see. I tend to be far more succinct when I talk a story than when I type one. I felt I was bogging down in the details of the race described in "Off the Edge", the novel I'm in the midst of writing. I felt like I was mired in things that didn't matter. Speaking the story off the top of my head into the recorder tends to keep me on track.

Although I've only kept at it for a few days, to this point I'm impressed with the changes I'm seeing. I'm far more pithy and concise when I have to speak the story. If only I could do something about that awkward sounding voice. Perhaps a nose job will provide me with a more attractive timbre.

Am I Actually a New Yorker Named Nick Wingfield?

Nick Wingfield has an excellent article on the iPad today. His article (found here) is all about experiencing some of the new children’s book apps built for the iPad. I write experiencing instead of reading since from his description, reading is only one of many ways to interact with the new apps. Illustrations move, the reader can force the animation to work in different ways based on how the iPad is moved, narrator's sound out words based on the users touch, and music can play in the background. Wingfield comes closer to describing the mediums potential than I have yet read, but still it feels as though we are just on the cusp of the breakthrough we all expect.

He picked to discuss children’s books, Alice in Wonderland, the Lorax, since “they're among the first to cleverly exploit the iPad's capabilities and their rich illustrations can look great on the iPad's color screen.” This made me wonder if the next “big” push and response will come from the comic book community. Naturally there will be people who “poo-poo” this idea. (By the way, I’ve been trying to integrate the awkward word “poo-poo” into my work and home life at least once a day for the past few weeks, it’s driving my co-workers and my wife batty.) I’m sure that the same people who don’t agree that the comic book will be the most natural benefactor of the iPad capabilities were the same ones who thought that Hollywood making Spiderman movies a few years ago was a silly idea. Go check out Marvel's stock since that first Spiderman movie. It increases dramatically with each new production, Spiderman’s 2 and 3, Ironmans 1 and 2, both Fantastic Fours (Daredevil being a notable exception, but who couldn’t see that a wooden Affleck would be a horrible Daredevil).

Wingfiled writes,” I believe it's a matter of if, not when, the great book apps for iPad will show up. I wager the good book apps will be original works, rather than adaptations of existing books, with an electronic version built from the ground up that will take advantage of the device.” This statement is so eerily similar to what I’ve been trying to write in this blog that I have to wonder if he isn’t a tall, dazzlingly good-looking, red-haired man with a regal nose. As we share the same mind, it seems only fitting that we share the same body.

First Line from a Great Book

“People do not give it credence that a fourteen-year-old girl could leave home and go off in the wintertime to avenge her father’s blood but it did not seem so strange then, although I will say it did not happen every day.”

Charles Portis - True Grit

To most the movie is quite well known especially for the image of an older John Wayne, reins in his teeth, charging at a group of bad guys lead by Robert Duvall, shooting with is six shooters. What is sad is that the book is not more well known.

I remember in school being told how precise, simple and effective Hemingway's prose are. Portis takes that to the extreme. Reading True Grit is spectacular if only cause it seems like there are no wasted words. I'm sorry that it isn't read in grade schools the same way that books like The Old Man and the Sea are.

How Low Can You Go?

Front page article in the WSJ today (Sorry, but I have a limited amount of reading time, WSJ is a higher priority that others, thus the glut of articles from that source and dearth from others) on the price war that is starting between eReaders, specifically between the Kindle and the Sony eReader.

The iPad has now completely differentiated itself from the others and now rarely is mentioned in articles about eReaders except as the bar to which all others should aspire. The color screen, the other functions and features; the iPad costs hundreds of dollars more than the others and shows no signs of discounting it's price, nor any need to. The others? The hoi polloi of the eReading world? Those that tried to be a player by first to market? They are struggling for the scraps and this move to drop the prices for their readers is the first move in a chess match which is going to leave us with one preeminent eReader, the iPad, and one other.

I was most intrigued by this line, "A price war for low-end e-readers could force Barnes & Noble and Amazon to rely more heavily on their profit from selling e-books. Under so-called agency sales agreements with many top publishers, e-bookstores keep about 30% of the sale price of e-books. Booksellers are actually making money off of e-books now. That was not the case when they built their business plans and set their original prices for these devices." This quote opens up some interesting thoughts regarding how publishers and booksellers will position themselves for the future. Most other articles have concentrated on how worried publishers were about the digital reading revolution, how they will be left in the cold with no position to occupy. I wonder in what ways publishers will not let that happen? How will their job positions change as the delivery of their material changes?

What I find the most worrisome is that the Kindle and other dedicated eReaders are now considered second tier to a multi-purpose computer like the iPad. At some point Amazon must have decided to not expand the functionality of the Kindle and instead focus completely on delivering the best eReader and content delivery system they could. Why is that worrisome? On a personal level my own company has decided to do the same thing in the mobile video recording world. So far, thankfully, the gamble has paid off for us, it remains to be seen if the Kindle will survive the up and coming price wars.

My prediction . . . we'll begin to see a greater ability to share content across the different platforms. In much the same way that I can use MSWord on my Mac, I believe I'll be able to get books from multiple sources for the Kindle. We're already seeing that capability creep up, Kindle for my computer, Kindle for my iPhone, Kindle for my Droid.

A Momentary Infinitesimal Lag in the Operation of Two Coactive Sensory Nerve Centers

I am in the midst of my third (possibly fourth?) reading of Catch 22. Throughout this reading I’ve tried to remember the first time I read the book. I don’t recall reading it in High School, but I seem to remember referring to it positively in a class on the 20th Century America Novel in college. I had some idea that a class about Novels on War would be fun to promote if only so I could take it. Red Badge of Courage, For Whom the Bell Tolls, Catch-22, Flight of the Intruder . . .who wouldn’t think that would be a fun class? Sadly, my arguments were not well received by the openly pacifist professor.

It wasn’t until I read this line “Yossarian shook his head and explained that déjà vu was just a momentary infinitesimal lag in the operation of two coactive sensory nerve centers that commonly function simultaneously” that I remembered when I first read Catch 22.

When I lived in Belgium as a foreign exchange student I lived across the street from the little village library. For a year I plowed through every English book they had. Catch 22 was one of them. How can I be so sure? I had a diary . . .a daily journal. After reading the line above about déjà vu I cracked open that journal and lo and behold, back in the fall of 92 I wrote that same line down in my euro fountain pen.

I find it cosmically titillating that a line about déjà vu would spark a memory of reading that same line in 1992. What’s worse . . .I actually have that sucker memorized and had forgotten the source from which I lifted it until now. Mystery solved.

I'd Rather Hear "Who is Howard Roark?"

"Howard Roark laughed."
Ayn Rand - The Fountainhead

I know that most people prefer Atlas Shrugged with it's repetitive "Who is John Galt?" but I am a far bigger fan of The Fountainhead.

The first line piques my curiosity, but the rest of the paragraph is what really gets your mind ensnared.

"He stood naked at the edge of a cliff. The lake lay far below him. A frozen explosion of granite burst in flight to the sky over motionless water. The water seemed immovable, the stone flowing. The stone had the stillness of one brief moment in battle when thrust and the currents are held in a pause more dynamic than motion. The stone glowed, wet with sunrays."

Even with that great description, the writing and story just keep getting better from there.

A Feather in My Cap, or a Black Eye

Anyone who reads this blog religiously will know that last year I went query crazy. I sent out queries to agents as if my life depended on it. I tallied that I had a 5% success rate. Lower than most published authors feel is acceptable. I have sense completely changed my query process and dynamic.

Although I have not completely accepted the advice of JA Konrath on queries (his advice found here) I am closer to it than last summer. Konrath advices not sending a SASE, they just make it easier to be rejected and do nothing for the author's self-esteem, and he believes that it is necessary to differentiate submissions from the pack. His query packet was stylized printed and shipped like a book jacket with an author blurb, review, front jacket intro etc. As I said, I'm not as keen as he in casting off the cloak of conventional structure, but I'm moving that way.

Secondly, my query letter has changed significantly. I posted the query here last year and since then it has evolved into a much shorter much more pithy missive. Still have the word count, still have the genre, but I read a Writer's Digest article about successful queries that truly hit home. Whet the agent's appetite, it said, and leave them wanting more. Just give them enough to know that you're professional, polished, have a finished manuscript, and are in the genre they represent.

The reason I bring all this up is that as I peruse publishing blogs, I'm amazed by the number of queries that agents get. Reading about Janet Reid on her blog, Nathan Bransford and Jessica Faust, I realize that my even getting a 5% success rate was pretty spectacular. Jessica Faust's post this morning mentions that she has over 360 new email in her inbox, all of them queries. She posts this about every two or three weeks. She plows through them in that same amount of time then a new batch comes in. In my office if I get 36 emails I'm extremely busy, 360 is mind numbing. The same dynamic is common for all the other agents.

What's the point? In the famous words of Jesse Jackson on SNL, the point is moot. There is no point. I'm just amazed that my queries got picked up at all. Like Colonel Cathcart would say, "it's a real feather in my cap." Then again, I'm still not published so "that's a real black eye."

First Line I’m Reading Right Now

"I accepted a commission that had been turned down by four other writers, but I was hungry at the time."

Dick Francis – Longshot

One of the things I like to do when I edit a book is to read books as similar as possible to the one I'm editing. I'm currently editing (hopefully for the last time) my novel Toe the Line. I felt it was worthwhile for me to read a book from one of my favorite authors while I did so. Ironically, I've been told that I need to spice up my opening chapter and engage the reader more. Longshot is not a big help in this endeavor.

Although this first sentence makes the reader wonder, "Why is the protagonist hungry?" and "Why did four other writers turn down the commission?" Those questions are eclipsed by the larger question of "Why do I care?"

What's more sad? The most intriguing aspect of the first chapter is wondering what a chicken and chutney sandwich that the main character eats in his agent's office tastes like. Not a good sign for my own novel. Although I will say, my opening few pages look outstanding in comparison!

Kindle For iPad

My indispensible brother has sent along a link to a press release about a new update for Kindle for iPad and iPod. His question: Why aren't Kindle owner more upset about the fact that Kindle is producing a more powerful operating system for platforms other than the Kindle. In short, if I buy and iPad and load the Kindle application, I will get the benefit of embedded video and audio clips that I would otherwise not be able to get from my Kindle.

He has a point. I was discussing this with my dispensable friend, Bill this weekend when he had a chance to look at my Kindle. The iPod touch his son was holding seemed to him to be more powerful, sleek and useful then the Kindle. He's right. The Kindle is very utilitarian. Are there some things I wish I could do with it, like access maps appropriate to the book I'm reading (see my Book Review on Shogun) or have music appropriate to the story played while I read it, sure, but that's not what I bought. I bought a reader. That's it. It's like buying a base model car. You get to read with it. Now, it's not like having a car with no AC in Houston, good lord it's a tad better than that, but for the price, you get a tablet to read on.

I will say this for Kindle, with the wireless on, reading it each day, I don't have to charge for a week. Wireless off….two weeks and still going strong. I love that aspect. I can download five books, turn off the wireless, and probably won't need to recharge until I'm done with them. I'd like to see the iPad manage that.

Secondly, I have no problem with Kindle leveraging Apples platform. I suspect that soon enough a more advanced Kindle model will come out and the kinks in the operating system will be all fleshed out by a bunch of Apple dopes.

Dead Channel

"The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel."

William Gibson - Neuromancer

I've always enjoyed metaphors that are modern. He could have so easily said that it was the color of glacial ice or as grey as a dark sky before a hurricane. In either case he could have set the same foreboding mood. Considering the genre, sci-fi, the "dead channel" seems to invoke perfectly both the description of the sky, the impending doom or depression, as well as hit on the fact that what the reader is about to read is fresh, modern and out of the ordinary.

Apropos App

How apprapos that just a day or two after hearing my indespensible brother discuss the fact that Kindle is developing apps for the iPad, I should be able to download a Kindle application for my Droid!

I will say, I dig it . . . alot. I love the fact that it's completely seamless. I can read my Kindle at home, then while waiting at the doctors office, whip out my Droid and BOOM! the same page I left off on with the Kindle is now right there on my Droid. Fabulous! I can't say enough good things.

Anyone reading this with a Kindle who also has a Droid phone, download that Kindle application immediately. It's well worth it.

International Mysteries

Interesting article today on internation mysteries, mysteries like The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, and the like. Seems after Larsson's success, U.S. publishers are scouring the market looking for books that take place in cultures and societies outside of the U.S.

"Some have pegged Japan as the next crime-writing hotspot. Literary agent Amanda Urban of International Creative Management, who represents Cormac McCarthy and Toni Morrison, took on Japanese suspense and crime writer Shuichi Yoshida, a best-selling author in Japan, because she saw his novels as literary works with commercial potential."

This above quote and this one "Mystery novels translate well across cultures, because they usually prize plot over literary acrobatics," made me think about a book on mystery writing I read last year.

In it the author wrote that there is no reason to be bashful about being a mystery writer. Mystery writers should be seen as more deft and talented than "literary fiction" novelists if only because they have to weave a believable mystery into all of the same aspects of noveling that literary fiction novelist must follow.

Then there is this: "The global influence of American and British crime writing has also led to the widespread adoption of familiar tropes and plot conventions: the gloomy, loner detective, clipped dialogue, the standard plot structure that opens with a body and follows the investigation."

And we're back to thinking it's all trite boiler-plate and formula. Thank goodness this final line shows promise for the future of mystery novelling being taken seriously; "Much of the crime fiction being imported blurs the line between genre and literary fiction. In Europe, where crime novels take top literary prizes, suspense writing is regarded as a serious literary endeavor rather than a form of mass entertainment. In Japan, top mystery writers Shuichi Yoshida and Keigo Higashino have won multiple literary awards."

All in all, well worth the few minutes it took to read. (Unlike this blog post I fear)

Book Review: Catch-22 - Who Knew a Word Like Infundibuliform Even Existed?

Finished Catch-22 last week. If you read this blog you knew I was reading it based on this post about déjà vu. Also if you read this blog you’ll know that my book reviews aren’t book reviews per se where I recommend reading or not reading the book, or discuss it’s strengths and weakness. I might do that, but in general, my aim is to pick out the words, phrases and passages that catch my eye and mark them down so I can better remember them. That being said; Catch-22 is a terrific book to read in terms of vocabulary. The below are just a small sampling:

Infundibuliform - shaped like a funnel

Denudate – to lay bare by erosion

Otiose- producing no useful result; futile

Argosies - a fleet of ships; a rich supply

Fustian - a strong cotton and linen fabric; a class of cotton fabrics usually having a pile face and twill weave; high-flown or affected writing or speech; broadly; anything high-flown or affected in style

Callipygous- having shapely buttocks

And, perhaps the most apropos word in Catch-22 as it so elegantly states the Yosarian’s nature in one word:

Captious- marked by an often ill-natured inclination to stress faults and raise objections ;calculated to confuse, entrap, or entangle in argument

As I said in my previous post, I remembered many of the lines and the same is true of the vocabulary words. I recall asking my grandfather about the word fustian. He didn’t know the definition. I believe he made me go look it up.

I also remember several passages, including this one about one of my favorite characters, Major Major Major Major:
“Major Major had been born too late and too mediocre. Some men are born mediocre, some men achieved mediocrity, and some men have mediocrity thrust upon them. With Major Major it had been all three. Even among men lacking all distinction he inevitably stood out as a man lacking more distinction than all the rest, and people who met him were always impressed by how unimpressive he was.”

When describing Doc Daneeka, Heller writes:
“He was like a man who had grown frozen with horror once and had never come completely unthawed”

My question, shouldn’t it be “thawed?” I mean unthawed is frozen, right? You thaw a steak to make it not frozen?

Finally, a rather significant scene occurs when a naked Yossarian is sitting up in a tree watching Snowden’s funeral. Milo comes to hang out with him and the following passage appears:
“Milo was stung and made no effort to disguise his wounded feelings. It was a muggy, moonlit night filled with gnats, moths, and mosquitos. Milo lifted his arm suddenly and pointed toward the open-air theater, where the milky dust-filled beam bursting horizontally from the projector slashed a conelike swath in the blackness and draped in a fluorescent membrane of light the audience titled on the seats in hypnotic sages, their faces focused upward toward the aluminized move screen. Milio’s eyes were liquid with integrity, and his artless uncorrupted face was lustrous with a shining mixture of sweat and insect repellant.”

I liked it for those final two words. Writing “insect repellant” seems to thrown the whole passage off kilter. Makes the reader wonder why it was used at all.

“The floor swayed like the floating raft at the beach and the stitches on the inside of his thigh bit into his flesh like fine set of fish teeth as he limped across the aisle.”

Great simile that…..like fine set of fish teeth. Perfectly describes stitches.

The final passage was used when Yossarian had to deal with a new group of young roommates.
“He could not make the shut up; they were worse then women, they had not brains enough to be introverted and repressed.”

What I find the most interesting part about this book, and other Heller books is the way in which the ending is revealed at the beginning of the book. For the entire book the reader knows that Yossarian is struggling with Snowden’s death. The reader even knows how and when it happened. The final reveal is minor but significant in putting the entire puzzle together. It’s similar to most of Heller’s other books I feel, particularly “Something Happened.” But, it has helped me. I’ve been having trouble dealing with a similar aspect in my own manuscrip, On Edge. Perhaps I should take a cue from Heller. Instead of hiding it from the reader, just let them know a good part of it right up front, let a detail or two fall throughout the story, then reveal the entirety at the end.

Nevertheless, fun to read if you like long, run on sentences, confusing arguments, and words like callipygous.

eReading Comprehension

My indispensible brother, David, sent me a study that he found online. The study focuses on reading comprehension and speed across different platforms; conventional book, PC, iPad and Kindle. The results were not surprising.

Of the 32 people studied, a majority of them felt more comfortable, read faster, and comprehending more when reading a conventional book. The iPad came in second, the Kindle a close third, and the PC dead last. I say this is not surprising as I would guess that a majority of the study participants grew up reading conventional books.

"This study is promising for the future of e-readers and tablet computers. We can expect higher-quality screens in the future, as indicated by the recent release of the iPhone 4 with a 326 dpi display. But even the current generation is almost as good as print in formal performance metrics — and actually scores slightly higher in user satisfaction."

A far more intriguing survey would be one that is performed in the exactly the same manner as this one in five years, then another five years, and so on. As people adopt eReaders at younger and younger ages, I feel confident in predicting that the results of the study would change over time. I think about my younger brother and about my two young sons. My dispensable brother John, is far more attuned to email than I as he was introduced to it at a younger age. My children will probably see conventional mail as nothing more than a relic used to send thank you letters to their grandparents. Then again, I better hurry out and buy my kids an iPad if I want to see this prediction come true. Right now, my oldest son's favorite book is a battered copy of Hop on Pop.

Book Review - Longshot - Is Meekness Even Minorly Heroic?

I just finished reading Longshot by Dick Francis. I was particularly engaged by this book in that I thought I had read all of Dick Francis' books. Longshot was new to me. Or I read it so long ago I've completely forgotten it.

Two passages stuck out.

The first is at the very end of the book. The hero is a travel adventure writer and the killer is using the hero's manuals on shooting game and survival against him. By the end of the book, when the hero is about to reveal who the killer is, the killer commits suicide and tries to make it look like an accident.

"A copy of Return Safe from the Wilderness lay on a workbench, and I picked it up idly and looked through it. Traps. Bows and arrows. All the familiar ideas. I flipped the pages resignedly and they fell open as if from use at the diagram in the first-aid section showing the pressure points for stopping arterial bleeding. I stared blankly at the carefully drawn and accurate illustration of exactly where the main arteries could be found nearest the surface in the arms and wrists...and in the legs.
Dear God, I thought numbly. I taught him that too."

I thought this was excellent if only for the O-Henry-esque ending. Loved it. Saw it coming just a bit, but not so much that it wasn't fun to read.

The second passage occurs early in the book.

"The letter from Ronnie Curzon came on a particularly cold morning when there was ice like a half-descended curtain over the inside of my friend's aunt's attic window. The window, with its high view over the Thames at Chiswick, over the ebb-tide mud and the wind-sailing sea gulls, that window, my delight had done most, I reckoned, to release invention into words. I'd rigged a chair onto a platform so that I could sit there to write with a long view to the tree-chopped horizon over Kew Gardens. I'd never yet managed an even passable sentence when faced with a blank wall."

Finally, the title of this post alludes to an aspect of this book juxtaposed against my own endeavor. My editor revealed to me that he has never read a Dick Francis book. I was impressed when upon receipt of my manuscript he went out and borrowed one from the library, ostensibly to read. I say ostensibly because I found out later that he did not actually read it.

Throughout the manuscript he has written "your hero is too meek, not showing even minor heroic qualities" or words to that effect. In Longshot, as in most of Dick Francis' books, the hero is meek. Strikingly meek. These two things, reading Longshot, reviewing my edited manuscript, brought this into focus. Is it bad to have a meek hero? Can't he act as a foil, as so many of Francis' heroes do, to all of the characters that interact around and with him? A sponge? An everyman who plays off others and travels through his story reacting instead of acting?

At the very least I can be thankful that according to Matthew writing about Jesus in the Beatitudes, my hero is blessed and will inherit the earth.

All Fleshed Out Etymologically Speaking

Got a call from one of the readers of this blog (one of the few) who thought they had found several problems and mistakes. In terms of spelling and grammar, they were spot on. I need to use the old Spell Check function a bit more religiously. In terms of the phrase fleshed out, they were WRONG!

Sadly, so was I. He thought that instead of using "fleshed out" to describe the process of working out kinks with iPhone applications, I should have used the phrase "flushed out." I threw him what I thought was a perfectly cromulent explanation of why I used "fleshed out." Despite being embiggened by my explanation, I was wrong. I thought it had to do with tanning hides, removing flesh to clean something up. According to several sources on the Internets, it has more to do with modeling.

From WSU:
To “flesh out” an idea is to give it substance, as a sculptor adds clay flesh to a skeletal armature. To “flush out” a criminal is to drive him or her out into the open. The latter term is derived from bird-hunting, in which one flushes out a covey of quail. If you are trying to develop something further, use “flesh”; but if you are trying to reveal something hitherto concealed, use “flush.”

If you think trusting WSU is too wazzu, then there is this from the Honest Hypocrite:
These two phrases, "flesh out" and "flush out", do not mean the same thing and are not interchangeable. You flesh out a plan. Building the plan is akin to putting flesh on a skeletal frame. Fleshing out is building up not searching out. Your hunting dog flushes out the pheasants from the tall grass so that you can get a good shot at them. You flush out things that are hidden. You could flesh out a plan to flush out the pheasants.

What is more surprising than the knowledge that I actually used a turn of phrase correctly is the realization that there are more people reading my blog than just my Mom!

Although I've Never Read It, the First Line Makes Me Want To

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins.

Vladimir Nabokov - Lolita

Seriously, even if the ideas eventually presented make readers a bit squeamish, who doesn't want to know more about Lolita based on that first line? Fire of my loins? It has a certain baseness that is both intriguing and crass.

How Could This Not Make the List

"It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen."

George Orwell - 1984

This is a standard for great first lines, and the list wouldn't be complete without it. What I like about it? It's like an O Henry short story compressed into one line. That little twist at the end that almost gets by the reader.

Book Review - Under the Andes

I finished reading Under the Andes by Rex Stout. I won’t say that reading it was a complete waste of time, but it came pretty close.

I remember as a child, 1st grader I believe, I wrote a story about a boy who gets lost in a cave. The typical 1st grader pabulum. The kiddo in the story keeps referring to time in strange ways, ie. “it was one noon.” For some reason I thought that “noon” and “o’clock” were interchangeable. The plot was simplistic and plodding. The cave went on and on and never seemed to end. Then, BOOM, the kid finds the way out and the story is over.

Most of the above paragraph about my own story, would fit Under the Andes perfectly.

The only redeeming qualities of the book are that I downloaded it for free onto my Kindle. Apparently even the author knows it’s no good. Secondly, it provides a fun glimpse into the types of stories that must have been the foundation for action heroes of 1930’s film serials. The whole time I read it I couldn’t not think about Indiana Jones and Doc Savage.

Sadly, after the hero’s eighteenth chase through a darkened cave by crazed Incans, even the image of Indiana Jones would be tarnished. Unless you have a lot of time to kill, and don’t mind getting nothing in return for your investment, avoid Under the Andes at all costs. Thank goodness the Nero Wolfe books on the Kindle are $2.99. Seems to suggest they’ll be more worthwhile reads.

Ten Years! Not that Impressive

Read a Slate article today titled What Took You So Long? The quiet hell of 10 years of novel writing which describes the authors ten year endeavor to publish her novel, Stiltsville.

Typically for a puff piece in Slate, it's a bit heavy on the emotion and filled with raging, tortured self-insight. I will say, based on the article, I think the author is probably a very good writer. That being said, reading her book, if it is written in the same voice, would be a Sisyphean task that would require me to re-read many sentences to understand it fully.

A couple of statements from the article stood out as I have been struggling with the same issues:

"Writing is hard—writers say this all the time, and I think probably only other writers believe it. But it's not nearly as hard, in my experience, as not writing."

I would have changed the final two words of this sentence from "not writing" to "editing." She's right, writing is hard. Editing and rewriting is even harder. Imagine second guessing your second guesses two or three times and you have some idea of what editing a novel is like.

"It didn't happen overnight, but the tide of my life shifted. I dropped a few obligations and started getting up early to write for an hour or two before leaving the house. Of course I was sidetracked again—moving, pregnancy—but not for long. After I wrote the last sentence, I printed the whole mess and got out my red pen, and the relief of having a complete draft was overwhelming."

It's always good to hear from other writers about how they juggle the demands of their daily lives with their writing. Having a 4 year old and a 5 month old, a spouse with a full time job, and one myself, I find it a struggle to find time to write myself.

Long story short, save the sob story Miss Daniel. Based on what I've read from others, ten years is nothing.

They're Very Slowly Getting Away

One of my favorite Simpson's episodes includes a scene where Homer and Bart are fleeing the people of Springfield. The joke is that Homer has chosen a parade float to escape in. One of the mob shouts, "They're very slowly getting away!"

This came to mind when I saw this WSJ article titled: Amazon Says E-Book Sales Outpace Hardcovers. So we are in the midst of that moment when ebooks start to outsell traditional books. Now, this just Amazon, but a milestone it is nonetheless.

"Over the past month, the Seattle retailer sold 180 Kindle books for every 100 hardcover books it sold, it said."

Almost 2 to 1. BUT, according to some others, there's no need to worry:

"As for the effect on paperbacks, Madeline McIntosh, president, sales, operations and digital at Bertelsmann AG's Random House Inc., said: "Our conclusion is that there's no data to prove any connection—good or bad—between growth in e-books and the growth or decline, in trade paperback sales. ... If anything, we may be seeing a positive effect in which the steady pace of e-book sales helps to keep a book in front-of-mind for a growing number of consumers after hardcover momentum slows."

I would expect more milestones of this sort in the near future, and the slow get away will accelerate.

In the Simpsons, the chase scene was all a set up for Moe to say:

"They're going to the Old Mill."

Homer replies, "No we're not."

The punchline comes with Moe saying, "Well let's go to the Old Mill anyway and get some cider."

I wonder what the response will be from traditional publishing houses. Most likely more than going to the Old Mill to get cider.

No Follower of King

Read a wonderfully negative review of Rick Moody's The Four Fingers of Death in the WSJ today. As Anton Ego says in Ratatoille, bad reviews are fun to read and more fun to write. This one is definitely fun to read. Favorite lines from the review: "There's not one original thing in "The Four Fingers of Death,"" and "and other recycled diversions that, by this point, the beleaguered reader will be skimming past too rapidly to notice."

What caught my eye though was the contradiction between how the author describes Moody's prose what Stephen King says in his book, On Writing. King states, often, never use two words when one will do. He is a disciple of Strunk and White and quotes them throughout the second half of the book. Mr. Sack's says of Moody, "He never uses one word when five or six will do" then he offers some examples.

Tears to Mr. Moody are "non-cybernetic tear duct effluent"

A sunset is "aubergine tonalities of the post- technological evening"

A character's lies are stated as "English-language transmission was in the category of the patently untrue"

Now, I don't know if I agree with King. There are times when I feel the simple, one word, descriptor isn't quite as descriptive as needed. But good lord there has to be a middle ground. Moody seems to be mocking the reader or poking fun at himself with his prose. Although, it does kinda make me want to read his book just to see what other nuggets there are.

At the Risk of Alienating My One Reader

"Mother died today."

Albert Camus - The Stranger

As the title states....at the risk of alienating my one reader, I still find this a first line that makes me want to read on.
77. He was an inch, perhaps two, under six feet, powerfully built, and he advanced straight at you with a slight stoop of the shoulders, head forward, and a fixed from-under stare which made you think of a charging bull. Joseph Conrad Lord Jim 1900

85. When I finally caught up with Abraham Trahearne, he was drinking beer with an alcoholic bulldog named Fireball Roberts in a ramshackle joint just outside of Sonoma, California, drinking the heart right out of a fine spring afternoon. James Crumley The Last Good Kiss 1978

. Of all the things that drive men to sea, the most common disaster, I've come to learn, is women. Charles Johnson Middle Passage 199

. The cold passed reluctantly from the earth, and the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out on the hills, resting. Stephen Crane The Red Badge of Courage 1895


10. I am an invisible man. - Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man (1952)

Kindling Greater Success

Amazon has released two new versions of the Kindle (here and here for more). The new Kindle is a bit lower in price, offers the ability to have 3G network capability or 3G and WiFi, and has a smaller form factor than the previous model with the same size screen. Amazon has also provided a battery that will run for up to a month when the wireless is turned off. This is a feature I really like. I've gotten at least 3 weeks of battery life out of mine, I bet I could get 4. One feature that I think is keen is the new book light. It's not a part of the Kindle, but a part of a cover or sleeve that protects the Kindle. Additionally, the light is powered by the Kindle's battery, not a second, separate one.

As I've said before, I think it's refreshing, but a tad dangerous for Amazon to try and manufacture, market and focus their Kindles on books and readers alone. Refreshing in that it's always good to be the best at one specific thing. If Amazon wants readers to have the best eReader experience and can create the Kindle to do that, great. But, and this is the danger, I think that eReading as a term is still being defined. Amazon is trying to define it as nothing more than the ability to download and read books on a Kindle. Apple and iPad are trying to define it as much more.

I loved this quote from Amazon however, "For the vast majority of books, adding video and animation is not going to be helpful. It is distracting rather than enhancing. You are not going to improve Hemingway by adding video snippets."

But, there is some hypocrisy later on when the WSJ article points out that "(s)till, Amazon has hedged its bets for its e-bookstore, making a series of apps that let users read their Amazon e-book purchases on other devices, such as the iPad, iPhone and BlackBerry."

All in all, I think this will be Amazon's final thrust in delivering a pure eReader. Despite the quote that says, "Mr. Bezos said he wasn't interested in making an Amazon tablet computer. "There are going to be 100 companies making LCD [screen] tablets," he said. "Why would we want to be 101?"" I believe the next product launch of a Kindle will have more bells and whistles. Not as much as iPad, but not so basic as Kindle is now.

A Charging Bull in the First Line is a Good Thing

"He was an inch, perhaps two, under six feet, powerfully built, and he advanced straight at you with a slight stoop of the shoulders, head forward, and a fixed from-under stare which made you think of a charging bull."

Joseph Conrad - Lord Jim

Great metaphor in that first line. If you read the first line without the last few words, stopping at head forward, it loses a great deal of its impact. Throw in the charging bull and it makes me want to charge on into the book to find out more about this man. Secondarily, he except for the fact that I'm an inch or two OVER six feet, Conrad could have been describing me!

A Fireball in Sentence One

"When I finally caught up with Abraham Trahearne, he was drinking beer with an alcoholic bulldog named Fireball Roberts in a ramshackle joint just outside of Sonoma, California, drinking the heart right out of a fine spring afternoon."

James Crumley - The Last Good Kiss

Don't overlook that last sentence, "drinking the heart right out of a fine spring afternoon" facinatingly poetic,. . . don't overlook it cause you're concentrating on what a terrific name "Fireball Roberts" is for a bulldog. I almost did.

Book Review: Rain Fall

I just finished reading Rain Fall by Barry Eisler. Liked it. Had a real good plot, great characters, and it took place in the Far East, a locale I've always wanted to visit. Seemed like a bit of Clancy's Without Remorse, mixed with Shogun. Been a while since I've been pleasantly surprised by a book, this one succeeded.

This is Eisler's first book, of eight that he has published. Throughout the first half I kept thinking, as I do in many first timer's books, "heck, mine's as good as this." Couldn't say it about the second half. Eisler's third and fourth quarters were great and kept me turning the pages,...or kept me clicking the advanced button on the Kindle.

A couple of lines struck me,
The hero, John Rain (note the title), is remembering his time in the war and his friends that he lost,
"Memories, crowding me like a battalion of suddenly reanimated corpses."
Makes me think of zombies, so naturally I bookmarked it.

Rain is checking out the love interest, Midori:
"I was struck by her eyes. Unreadable, even looking right at me, but not distant, and not cold. Instead the seemed to radiate a controlled heat, something that touched you but that you couldn't touch back."

This was the opening of a chapter that I thought was well done:
"At first light the whole of Shibuya feels like a giant sleeping off a hangover. You can still sense the merriment, the heedless laughter of the night before, you can hear it echoed in the strange silences and deserted spaces of the area's twisting backstreets. The drunken voices of karaoke revelers, the unctuous pitches of the club touts, the secret whispers of lovers walking arm in arm, all are departed, but somehow, for just a few evanescent hours in the quiet of early morning, their shadows linger, like ghosts who refuse to believe that the night has ended, that there are no more parties to attend."

Another similar to the one above, this time middle of the chapter:
"There was nowhere, nowhere on the whole planet, that I would rather have been right then. The city around us was a living thing: the million lighters where its eyes; the laughter of lovers its voice; the expressways and factories its muscles and sinews. And I was there at its pulsing heart."

All told, a very good book and I look forward to reading number 2 from Eisler.

Nothing Wrong with Stating a Truism in Sentence One

"Of all the things that drive men to sea, the most common disaster, I've come to learn, is women."

Charles Johnson - Middle Passage

Seriously, you can't tell me that you don't want to read on to find out what disaster with women has lead this dude to the sea. I've toyed with a book about women disasters.... I've plenty of research. Sadly, I as good as this first sentence is, I'm not sure it's enough to make me read another story about the sea or one with the title Middle Passage. I've yet to a sea tale that made me think it wasn't a waste of time. Captain and Commander came close, but still quite far from the goal.

Bye Bye Bookstores

As anyone who reads this blog knows (Hi Mom!), I like to get up and devour the Wall Street Journal's Editorial Page each morning. This morning, there was an article entitled Bye Bye Bookstores by Sven Birkets. In the article, Mr. Birket's, a long time educator and bookstore employee discusses the future of bookstores in the digital age. He agrees with me. (Notice, I don't agree with him).

"Now comes the news that Barnes & Noble is putting itself up for sale. The reason? The nation's leading book retailer and its stock are getting hammered by the rapid transformation of the marketplace—bits & bytes supplanting bricks & boards. A look at profit-earnings charts from Barnes & Noble and Amazon over a five-year period reveals reversed mirror-images, with Amazon predictably ascendant. No one doubted that the process was underway, but no one seemed to reckon on the speed."

I "reckoned" on the speed.

But, we're right, bookstores are going to have a very difficult time in the very near future. They're losing their place in society. Although, the author and I agree on many aspects of the coming digital reading age, there were some passages of his editorial that I found a bit odd. I'm a huge bookstore fan, or was before I became a Kindle devotee. I even read Gone with the Wind while traveling back from Washington by hitting as many bookstores as I could. Read that whole sucker without ever buying it. It's okay though, I bought alot of coffee from their over-priced coffee stores to make up for the difference. But, as a bookstore junkie, I feel I know a bit about them and have spent a lot of time in them. So, Mr. Birket's writing the following passage is a bit ridiculous to me.

"This grieves me. This is a loss far bigger than a loss of a particular kind of access to books. It marks the effective removal of what is finally a symbolic representation. Less and less will it seem right and natural, expected and desirable, that people should gather in appealing public spaces for the sole purpose of catering to, and perhaps flaunting, their mental (their inner) lives. Less and less is it already happening that this thread unexpectedly leads to that with the counter clerk, or even another customer, suddenly blurting, "Oh, if you haven't read—" That species of retail adventure is already being replaced by preference algorithms: the Pandorification of America."

I've never had, nor do I wish to have the type of experience described above, particularly in a bookstore. I share my mental (inner) life with very few, and certainly not to strangers at the bookstore. Perhaps I secretly want bookstores to go away. Maybe a series of coffee shops all with editions of Gone with the Wind would have served me better on my road trip. Starbucks take note....invest in used books!

This One Goes to Eleven

"The cold passed reluctantly from the earth, and the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out on the hills, resting."

Stephen Crane - The Red Badge of Courage

Anyone who has spent any time in the military or in the field hunting can relate to the way that Crane describes the retiring fog. When he adds the fact that it reveals an army stretched on on the hill, it takes it to another level. Dare I say it goes all the way to eleven.

Final First Line

"I am an invisible man."

Ralph Ellison - Invisible Man

Disregard the contradiction in terms in the title for the moment, but this will be the last, first line. The series is coming to an end. BUT, a far more intriguing series of posts will take it's place. STAY TUNED!

That's the Bookstore I Remember

Letter to the editor today in the Wall Street Journal. It far more aptly describes the bookstores I like to remember than Mr. Birkerts' essay I posted on a few days ago. In the letter, Mr. Mirabile of Philadelphia say of bookstores:

"A bookstore browser expects freedom and, despite the public setting, some basic privacy. No Big Brother scrutinizes choices for thought crime, while the browser peruses this title or turns away from that. And the browser assumes that the books, unlike there digital substitutes, cannot be edited as they wait to be browsed. Reaching for a book is a symbolic and literal grasp at freedom, untethered to the whim of some cyber-gatekeepers."

This is the bookstore I like to remember. Being alone among the stacks, away from other people, surrounded by boundless sources of entertainment, and in some cases disappointment.

First Novel, Last Edit?

The first time I competed in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) I thought the writing part of novel writing was hard. I was right too. Writing that first novel was tough. Eeking out that first 50,000 word novel was excruciating. I look back at that draft now and still find it excruciating, but now its excruciating to read too.

If the past couple of years have taught me anything it is that writing is the easiest part of the novel writing process. Editing and rewriting is far harder than writing.

A couple months ago I gave my manuscript to a local editor. I've since gotten his edits back and input his edits on a nightly basis. I felt some trepidation when the editor mentioned he'd never read any Dick Francis novels. Nor had he read any Donald Westlake, Evanovich, or Robert Parker. These should have sent a warning klaxon to go off in my head.

As I enter his edits I'm amazed how I can see his moods on the paper. Some pages will be heavily marked up, red slashes and comments all over the place. Then there will be whole chapters where he has written nothing. At the end of these chapters he writes something like "This chapter does nothing for me" or "DIB" (do it better). I'm not sure how helpful these edits are (that's sarcasm....I know exactly how helpful these comments are).

In short, editing is tough, but figuring out which edits I should include is even tougher. I realize now that I should have found an editor or writer who is more in tune with the mystery genre, I think this guy is more comfortable with thrillers. Lesson learned for manuscripts two through forty. Then again, I should have done some homework myself. He has a couple of published novels, one would think I would have read one before handing over my manuscript and my money. Might have saved myself some dough and some consternation.

Borders Going the Way of Cactus?

Article in the Houston Chronicle caught my eye (Here). Pixels or Pages, how could a title like that not catch the eye. The article dealt with a popular meme of these posts, the extinction of the contemporary bookstore.

Whenever I think about this topic I think of Cactus Records and Tapes on Shepherd in Houston. Cactus, as the full name implies, was the prototypical record store. Large racks for vinyls, experienced and helpful, perhaps a bit unwashed staff, the whole boat. When CD’s came out they were forced to retool. Remember when CD’s were packaged in long, narrow boxes so they could fit in record racks? First time I wondered about this, it was at Cactus. Cactus disappeared. Couldn't keep up with the changes. Lost its place in society.

A few years ago I met a local entrepreneur who was bringing Cactus back. I went and checked out the new Cactus. It was like stepping into an antique store for the 70’s. It was filled with ancient vinyl records, probably the same ones I'd seen there when I was a kid.

This is the future for bookstores I’m afraid. Mr. Simba, quoted in the article disagrees: "Saying that bookstores won't be around in the future because Wal-Mart and Amazon sell books is like saying Italian restaurants will go out of business because we have canned spaghetti sauce," said Michael Norris, a senior analyst at Simba Information, a researcher and adviser for publishers. Part of the value of a bookstore is the expertise of its staff, he said.”

Sorry, Mr. Simba, there’s a quality distinction here. I can get the same book, packaged differently by buying it from Amazon. I can’t get the same Italian Food when it’s packaged in a can.

A few posts ago I mentioned that bookstores need to change their offereing and the way they offer it. The Chronicle discussed that too:

“Barnes & Noble has taken initiatives to keep it up to date technologically, such as offering free Wi-Fi access, spokeswoman Mary Ellen Keating said. Customers of the Nook, the chain's e-book brand, can browse complete e-book contents in the store. Starting this fall the company will devote 1,000 square feet in its stores for its Nook boutique.”

And this particularly imaginative idea:

“To succeed, bookstores, including chains, need to provide customer service so good that people talk about it, Norris said. Some bookstores have effective e-newsletters personalized to the reading tastes of the individuals receiving them, he said. A number of independent bookstore owners are innovative, hosting, for example, vampire costume parties to tie in with all vampire books, he said.”

I say that this is imaginative because it revved my imagination motor. I thought about when I lived in Washington and went to the local bookstore to watch the mayhem accompanying the release of the third Harry Potter book. It was fun to see all the kids getting excited about the book and congregating at the bookstore. This may be the saving grace for bookstores. Think about reading clubs of kids all meeting at the bookstore. Movies based on popular books shown in the evenings. Writing and reading groups would no longer be forced to meet at each other’s homes and bare the strange glances from the homeowners spouses and children.

Bookstores need to start thinking in innovative ways or dry up and disappear like Cactus did.

Book Review: On Writing - Not Quite What I Expected

People have been telling me for years that I should read On Writing by Stephen King. I wish they hadn’t played it up so much.

I grew up a huge King fan. When I spent summers with my grandfather at his bed and breakfast, he introduced me to Stephen King. We would run into the small town of Brenham, from the even smaller town of Chappell Hill where the bed and breakfast was located, in order to buy books from the little paperback book resale shop. The shop had a fairly poor selection, but barring an hour-long ride into Houston, it was the best there was. It was from here that I bought my first King book.

Christine was the first book of King’s that I read, then Carrie and onward from there.I read The Stand and loved every page. I read Tommyknockers and thought it was great. I read Salem’s Lot in typing class at school and got so scared I jumped when someone interrupted me. I haven’t read anything since I gave up on Gerald’s Game until On Writing.

It’s a decent book on craft. I loved King’s description of writer’s needing a tool chest. He did a magnificent job of imparting that to the reader. I enjoyed reading about how he writes, and what was going on in his life through the writing of each book. I had no idea that Misery was such an impactful book in his life. Also, although I read about his being hit by a car while walking, this book details just how horrific the crash was and how much it affected him.

I noted a few passages that caught my eye.

On character, plot and setting, King says:
“The most important (thing I learned) is that the writer’s original perception of a character or characters may be as erroneous as the reader’s. Running a close second was the realization that stopping a piece of work just because it’s hard, either emotionally or imaginatively, is a bad idea. Sometimes you have to go on when you don’t feel like it, and sometimes you’re doing good work when it feels like all you’re managing is to shovel shit from a sitting position.”

And then this as well, on character:
“The situation comes first. The characters – always flat and unfeatured, to begin with – come next. Once these things are fixed in my mind, I begin to narrate. I often have an idea of what the outcome may be, but I have never demanded of a set of characters that they do things my way. On the contrary, I want them to do things their way.”

I resisted the urge to let other people read my work much. Following this book, I am changing that decision, ergo I need to find some “trusted readers.”
“Subjective evaluations are, as I say, a little harder to deal with, but listen: if everyone who reads your book says you have a problem, you’ve got a problem and you better do something about it.”

Finally, on back story and how much background to provide the reader, King says:
“I like to start at square one, dead even with the writer. I’m an A-to-Z man; serve me the appetizer first and give me dessert if I eat my veggies.”

All in all, it was fun to read Stephen King’s book On Writing. He has a tremendous voice, and even though this was non-fiction, it was fun to relive some of the books I read in my youth. It was great to read about his connection with his wife and the methods he uses to write. As a book on craft though….I’ve read better. Still doesn’t beat Maass’ book on Writing the Breakout Novel.

We've Given You the Firsts, Now....How Bout the Lasts?

"He loved Big Brother."

George Orwell - 1984

Seems fitting to start this "Last Lines" series with a line from a book that got on the list as a great first line too. However, I must say, this is a bit worrisome. Based on just this first entry, I wonder if this series may be a tad more difficult than the other. There may need to be a bit of context in order to understand why these are great last lines. Who would know what a great, dynamic, soul-churning, last line that above line is, if they had not read the book?

A Kindle-ian (or is it Kindle-ite)

One thing I’ve noticed as I’ve become a Kindle user, and something I have found more remarkable than I imagined, has been the number of other e-book reader fans that I’ve run into. Since receiving my Kindle I’ve met dozens of friends and acquaintances who when I mention that I have a Kindle pipe up with “So do I, don’t you just love it?”

Many of these people have had their Kindles for quite some time. Most of the newer e-book reader owners are i-Pad-ers. Today, I ran into my first Nook-er, or should I call her a Nook-ie.

Appropriately enough I heard about her recent acquisition through an online social network site. I’m eager to find out what she thinks of the Nook. I’ve never played around with one, but I like the fact that it saves room and provides a larger reading screen by dumping the keyboard. I’m interested in knowing where it comes up short. Battery life? Readability? Note Taking?

Nevertheless, among all of the things I like about my e-reader, syncing between platforms, ease of use, note taking, speed and discount when buying books, I think the thing I like the most is finding out that my friends are fans too and never having imagined they would be.

Addled by My e-Reader Ads

Read an enlightening article (here) about the impending ad wars in books.

Not much that couldn't have been guessed at, but what I enjoyed about the article was the analysis and comparison of why ads never took off in regular books. Mr. Adler and Vincent bring up that one of the top sellers last year, Dan Brown's Lost Symbol, may have sold millions in its first week, but beyond that, not much. The WSJ sells millions daily. Which has the ads?

All that's about to change. Now ads will be placed in books as they're purchased for e-readers. I hope they quickly find ways to target the ads. As I said in an earlier post, I think it's ridiculous that one of my Kindle's screen savers is Harriet Beecher Stowe. I don't read her books. Never have. Don't want to. Why should she be on my screen saver? Amazon has a list of the authors I like. Put two and two together and throw some of my favorite authors on that screen saver. Same goes with ads. Don't give me ads for ladies shoes and shopping at Target. Take a look at my likes and dislikes. I read thrillers, let me know when to expect that next Vince Flynn book, better yet, use that handy Literature Map that I have linked on my blog and start suggesting I buy a book from a similar author.

Ads are a good first step, make it great and target them...then I'll be impressed.

Last First Line?

I know I said I was going to focus on last lines for a bit, but this first line from the novel I'm currently reading caught my eye:

"Dying slowly of bone cancer the old man, shriveled now, sat as ever in his great armchair, tears of lonely pain sliding down crepuscular cheeks."

Not the best first line ever, and doesn't do the intial situation justice as the old man dies in the next few pages and tells his greatest sin to the protagonist who he thinks is his priest. What I like about it? I love the fact that he worked a great word like "crepuscular" in.

Book Review: The Last Song - Go Ahead and Proceed with the Mocking

So, I'm trying to broaden my reading horizons. I met a guy at the last writer's conference who liked to compare himself to Nicholas Sparks. Intrigued, I went to Amazon and started searching for one of his books. I landed on The Last Song. It was better than I expected.

It was a bit simple, the themes, which were easy to spot, were engaging and added a lot to a what otherwise would have been a fairly shallow story. The characters were somewhat flat, but Sparks never gave up on them and so the reader keeps reading about them. And despite the fact that it is predictable, it was fun to read. I look forward to reading another if only to see if this one was simple cause it was aimed at teenage girls, or if all of Spark's books are so easy.

Couple of things caught my eye:
The father, describing himself says: "Though he had certain talents as a mucisian and composer, he laced the charisma or showmanship or whatever it was that made a performer stand out. At times, even he admitted that he'd been more an observer of the world than a participant in it, and in moments of painful honesty, he sometimes believed he was a failure in all that was important."

I liked the way he says "more an observer than a participant."

The same character, a pianist, describing his regrets again: "He wondered when he would have an opportunity to play again. He now regretted not making the acquaintance of others in town; there had been moments since he'd boarded up the piano when he fantasized about approaching a friend with the request to play the seldom used piano in his living room, the one his imaginary friend regarded as decoration. He could see himself taking a seat on the dusty bench as his friend watched from the kitchen or foyer - he was quite sure on this - and all at once, he would begin to play something that would move his friend to tears, something he'd been unable to accomplish during all those long months on tour."

When Steve is dying, and his daughter is ministering to him, she watches him waste away: "He didn't answer, only held his breath, waiting for the pain to pass. When it did, he seemed suddenly weaker, as if it had sheared away a sliver of the little life he had left."

Then, these two simple metaphors were fun in context:
"At his answer, she felt something shake loose inside, like the first pebbles skittering downhill before an avalanche."

"It was one of those gorgeous evenings typical of the Carolinas - a soft breeze, the sky a quilt of a thousand different colors. . ."

So? Not bad all in all. Engaging but simple. Easy and simple. I'll try another Sparks, but probably not too soon.

Another Last Line...No Fuss

"Overhead, without any fuss, the stars were going out."

Arthur C. Clarke - The Nine Billion Names of God

Have read this many times before. Not the short story, but the line. Always loved the line. I think what I love most is that he didn't write: "Overhead the stars were going out." He threw in "without any fuss" and that makes a big difference. The line alone makes me want to read the rest.

UPDATE: I have read it. I just remembered. Read it in high-school, in the library, during lunch. Liked it as I recall, apparently not enough to remember immediately. THIS is why I have a book review series. Not for my readers (ahem,...reader) but for me. So I can remember what the heck I've read.

Everything You Should Already Know About E-Readers If You Read This Blog

The entire front page of the Personal Journal section of the WSJ this morning was dominated by this article (here) that discussed the evolution and adaption of the e-reader. There's even a handy-dandy interactive that lets prospective e-reader buyers compare the three most popular e-readers (here).

Despite its length, there was very little in the article that I haven't discussed in this blog. In fact, if you move your eyes a bit to the right you'll see in the panel a list of all my links to articles and posts on e-books and e-readers all neatly compiled and imminently readable.

The portion of the article about libraries was interesting. One particularly weak aspect of e-readers is the fact that books will be harder to loan out. I read years ago that one should never loan money or books with the expectation of getting either back. Following that mantra I have not loaned out money. I have loaned out books. I've gotten a few back. I enjoy saying to a friend, "Here, read this, you'll love it." (My friend Bill is an even bigger advocate of this type of interaction. He'll loan me stuff he hates. Never really understood that. It's like saying to someone over dinner, "Man oh man this potato pancake is bad, here try it.")

Nevertheless, the quote that I liked from the article is: "Libraries are expanding services that let patrons virtually "check out" an e-book through the Internet, with e-book files that automatically lock down after the end of the loan period. According to the American Library Association, 66% of libraries offered e-book loans, up from just 38% in 2005. The most checked-out adult fiction e-book at libraries is Stieg Larsson's bestseller, "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo," according to Overdrive, a company that provides e-book loans for more than 11,000 libraries. The same is true at Amazon, the largest e-bookstore online, where Mr. Larsson also tops e-book bestseller lists."

Avid readers of this blog will note that one aspect of the e-reader I thoroughly enjoy is how inexpensive the e-books are. I find the same enjoyment out of shopping on Amazon's Kindle page as I do shopping at Half Price Books. Cost-conscious readers should love it. When is my library going to support e-loaning.

Finally, to continue the above line of thought, about shopping for e-books, some statistics from the article:
51% of e-reader owners increased their purchases of e-books in the past year.
9% of consumers increased their purchases of hardcover books in the past year.
176% Increase in U.S. electronic-book sales in 2009.
1.8% Decrease in U.S. book sales in 2009 from a year earlier.

Apparently I'm not the only cheap....I mean frugal e-reader out there.

Ending With Darkness and Distance

"He sprang from the cabin window as he said this, upon the ice raft which lay close to the vessel. He was soon borne away by the waves and lost in darkness and distance."

Mary Shelley - Frankenstein

I remember that was living just outside of Brussels when I read Frankenstein. Even as a novice reader, I realized that it was remarkable. Not remarkably good, just remarkable. I'm putting it on my list for re-reading.

Yahoo Article is Wazoo

I read an article from the Yahoo home page today (here). This is not usual for me. Ordinarily I breeze right through the Yahoo home page on my way to my mail, hardly taking a second to glance at the generic articles. I've written articles like these. They're usually quite staid, not very informative, and are hardly memorable. This article caught my eye as it dealt with reasons not to buy e-readers.

In the past, I have taken the stance of which e-reader to buy and not whether or not it should be bought. Having read the article, I've decided not to change that dynamic. Some of the article's points:

Cost: The Kindle cost me almost 200 dollars. In just 12 more months I feel as though i can recoup that cost in savings on books that I've bought. I look through my Kindle and see about 15 books, three of which were free. One of the books and an online only book filled with great stuff on publishing. I've read them all. Had bought these at the store, I'm betting it would have cost me 200 dollars. I've spent less than a hundred. This is a spurious argument in my view. He would have been better off saying that at least when you're done reading a bookstore bought book you can take it to Half-Price and recoup some of the cost. He didn't though so I shant remind him.

Casual Readers Shouldn't Bother: I am an on again off again reader. Sometimes serious, sometimes casual. The Kindle lets me be serious all the time and I like that about it. Thanks to the Kindle, and my Droid equipped with Kindle, I'm never at a loss for having a book. Yesterday, sitting outside work waiting for someone to show up and open the door, I was able to read my book. I've increased the amount that I read. Bad thing? I think not. If anything I think the article should have said, "Makes Casual Readers Serious."

Books Can Be Found Just as Cheaply at the Bookstores:The author, Mr. Arends, breaks down the cost of books bought at bookstores with coupons vs books bought for an e-reader. I have a problem or two with his analysis. First, he's talking about the recently released best sellers, those that are 9.99 or more on e-readers. He compares these to buying the paperback at the bookstore with a coupon. First, the best sellers that are 9.99 and up, the new releases, aren't always in paperback form. Secondly, if I'm a coupon person at the bookstore, what about the coupon from Amazon. Apple to apples please. I've bought thousands of books in my life, new, used, trade-in, everything. When I buy for my Kindle, I've yet to feel I could do better anywhere else (One exception, buying On Writing. 12.99 for Kindle, 10 bucks at Half Price.)

I hoped to find some meat to the article, instead it was tripe. The ease with which e-readers allow readers to read and buy books easily outstrips any of the arguments against.

Some Writers Are So Good They Get Listed Two or Three Times

"The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which."

George Orwell - Animal Farm

What a great book. Could the ending have been better? I suppose, but it sure does wrap the whole thing up nicely in the end.

Finally Done with my Final Edit

So I finished the last read through and last edit of my manuscript. Now what? Well, first I'm going to ask several more people to read it for me. Stephen King inspired me. This was part of his advice. I even know the folks I want to read it. Mystery lovers. Already picked em out, have one of them on the hook. Won't make the same mistake I made with the edit.

What mistake? Having an editor who did not read mysteries edit my book. When I read my manuscript this last time I did so while reading a Dick Francis novel. It helped me get in the right frame of mind. I believe I've written here before that I was encouraged when I saw that my editor had a Dick Francis book on his shelf when I took him my manuscript. I was discouraged to find out that he'd never read it.

I think I've made the decision to go ahead and e-publish the book. First I want to look into several successful marketing campaigns that have accompanied an e-book release from relative unknowns and try to mimic them.

Book Review: Wild Horses

Just finished reading Wild Horses by Dick Francis. I’ve read this book, three times? It might be one of my favorites but if you asked me, what did you think about Wild Horses, I wouldn’t know it by name. I always remember it the second I read the first page. The story begins with a man dying next to the protagonist, Thomas Lyon, and telling Thomas about his greatest sin. The rest of the book is spent with Thomas uncovering that sin. It’s an interesting story in that it attacks the mystery from two different angles. There is the past mystery, and the mystery going on around Thomas as he films a movie about horse racing. Whenever I read it I think about a large rake or boom being dragged along the muddy bottom of a lake revealing things best left covered.

I tagged a few of my favorite lines:

I liked this first passage for its simplicity. It’s just one line, but it describes so much about what Thomas’ intentions are and why he is doing the things he does in the book.
“Conjurors never explained their tricks. The gasp of surprise was their best reward.”

The first part of this line isn’t anything to shake a stick at, but the last four words grabbed me.
“More people came, apparently plain-clothes policemen. Betty and I retreated to Dorothea’s sitting room where again, comprehensive chaos paralyzed thought.”

Loved this description of one of the suspects. Who wouldn’t want to be a person happy with little?
There was an obvious self-contentment in his whole personality. He had the weathered complexion and thread-venied cheeks of an outdoors man, his eyebrows dramatically blond against the tanned skin. Blue eyes held no guile. His teeth looked naturally good, even and white. No tension showed in his long limbs or sturdy neck. I thought him no great brain, but one of nature’s lucky accidents, a person who could be happy with little.

Some might think this description of a sun rise a bit ham-handed, but Francis inserts this into his usually utilitarian prose and it makes it more interesting.
“Faint horizontal threads of clouds were growing a fiercer red against the still gray sky and as he busied himself with camera speed and focus, the streaks intensified to scarlet and to orange and to gold, until the whole sky was a breath-gripping symphony of sizzling color, the prelude to the earth’s daily sping toward the empowerment of life.”

Thought this description of this aging professor and his room remarkable, particularly the length of that first sentence and the last line of that sentence . . . “and a brass Roman-numeraled clock ticking away the remains of a life.”
I was becoming accustomed to him and to his crowded room, aware now of the walls of bookshelves, so like Valentine’s, and of his cluttered old antique walnut desk, of the single brass lamp with green metal shade throwing inadequate light, of rusty green velvet curtains hanging from great brown rings on a pole, of an incongruously modern television set beside a worn old typewriter, of dried faded hydrangeas in a cloisonné vase and a brass Roman-numeraled clock ticking away the remains of a life. The room, neat and orderly, smelled of old books, of old leather, of old coffee, of old pipe smoke, of old man.

Francis throws in some ideas about his belief in having a strong fantasy life, a positive thing in his view.
“A good strong fantasy life, I’d guess, saves countless people from boredom and depression. It gives them a feeling of being individual.”

I’m biased I know, but I’d read this again in a heartbeat and will. Great hook, great plot, great story lines.

Book Review: Executive Orders (or the first book where in I did not find a single line worth mentioning)

Uh oh. Note the title. This is not good. There are two reasons I write these book reviews. First so I can remember what I read. The second reason. . . whenever I find what I believe is a well written line, a worthwhile analogy, or a clever turn of phrase, I like to share it with you and write it down for future reference. Executive Orders by Vince Flynn had none of those aspects that would fulfill reason two.

I read a spy/thriller novel every now and then. They're fun to read, and my indispensable brother Dave has given me several great miltary thriller ideas that I hope to one day write. I've read most of Vince Flynn's books. They fall into a category I like to call neo-con porn. The hero Mitch Rapp is an caricature of a CIA assassin and the politics that Flynn describes are complete fantasy. But, fun to read.

Disappointing in that i believe I now like Barry Eisler's books more (keep in mind I've only read one from Eisler). Where Flynn has a broader scope that include world-wide movements and plot developments, Eisler focuses on the main character more and the locales are more manageable.

The one redeeming part about Executive Orders was the description of the hostage rescue operation in the Philippines. The jungle, the rain storm, the misery, all served to remind me of our Ranger operations in Panama. My question . . . what with all the man love for SEALs. Fun to read but I'm glad it only took me two days to finish.

It's the Second Line I Like

"Nero Wolfe, behind his desk, sat glaring at the caller in the red leather chair."

Rex Stout - Three for the Chair

Not a great first line. Not that surprising that Wolfe is glaring. It's the second line that makes the reader smile a bit and establishes the tone that fans of Nero Wolfe novels come to expect.

"I was swiveled with my back to my desk, ready with my notebook, not glaring."

Beta Reader

Gave my manuscript, Toe the Line to a new reader. She reads tons, many of the same books I like. PLUS....she's a librarian. She can't help but be a great beta reader. I expect to hear back in a few weeks. In the mean time I'm investigating Smashwords.com so far I like what I see.

Bad Decision Wednesday

Today has consisted of a series of incredibly bad decisions. What's worse, none of the decision had to be made, much less be made poorly. Only one of them is relevant to my writing and reading world.

I started listening to Nelson DeMille's Lion's Game. It's a book I've always seen on bookshelves at the bookstore, at the Half Price Books, at Amazon, and each time I gloss by it and remind myself that soon I need to read it. Another book that is in that same category . . . The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. I keep meaning to read it, will I? Probably not.

The bad decision about Lion's Game is that I down loaded it through Audible.com in order to listen to it in the car. I've always been an audible book listener. In highschool I would go to the local library and check out books to listen to. I think my first experience with Dick Francis was through an audio version of one of his books, listed to while in the parking lot of highschool prior to the ringing of the first bell. I've been a subscriber of Audible.com off and on for several years. I'm "on" now thanks to On Writing by King. Why listen to sports or political talk shows while driving when I can fine tune my ability to write?

Lion's Game is very good. I usually don't like books that switch POV as this one does, but he does it well. It's immediately engaging and already, just a few minutes into the book, I have heard several lines I wish I had read on the Kindle so I could highlight them and share them hear. So, . . . big mistake in not reading it. Not the biggest I made today though.

Breakout Novel

The more I read and write, the more I understand a bit more what Donald Maass was saying in his book Writing the Breakout Novel.

Yesterday I wrote about how much I was enjoying Lion's Game. What a difference a day makes. It's become far more shallow in just that one day. I'm hoping that DeMille is able to change this, but it has since become quite narrow and focused instead of sweeping and expansive as I'd hoped when I began listening to it. Re-reading my next manuscript I see the same thing happening. This all got me thinking about the books I have read recently. All of them seem to be like watching a single character through a camera's view finder. They're all quite limited in scope and field.

Donald Maass' book was about broadening that field. Some of the books that come to mind when I think about Maass' book are Lonesome Dove, Shogun and (although he didn't mention this book, I think about it) A Deepness in the Sky. All of these are expansive books, almost overwhelming in their scope. The author may concentrate on character; Augustus, Laurie, Call, Jake in Lonesome Dove for example, but there is a far more sweeping theme and scope to the book.

I'm hoping that identifying this in my own writing, quite easy to do, will help me begin crafting my own breakout novel. What's the first step in the 12-Step program . . . acknowledging that you have the problem. Wonder when I'll hit step 2? Understanding that a Power greater than me will restore me to sanity. Better call my friend Bill.

Acute Disappointments

Seems only fitting that a series of poor decisions the other day should lead to a series of acute disappointments today. In my reading world, two (perhaps not so acute) disappointments have arisen.

First, the other day I wrote that I wished I'd read Nelson DeMille's Lion's Game instead of listening to it via audio book. Then I retracted the statement with a blog post about how what seemed like an expansive and far ranging plot and idea had now boiled down to a more (too) focused and limited plot. Now, I'm regretted ever thinking I wanted to read the book. It's not that DeMille's writing is bad, it's that it takes so damn long to get anywhere. It's taken about two hours of audio book reading time to move just fifteen minutes in the book's time line. DeMille goes into such detailed and specific introspection on the part of each character that any decision a character makes is parsed and dissected to the nth degree that the reader ceases to care. What seems like an intriguing plot has been complete squashed by the plodding and pedantic pace. Add to this the fact that the book switches from first person POV to third person and had I not paid so much for the book, I would have ditched it by now.

A perfect seque to Cut Shot, A Jack Austin PGA Tour Mystery. I have stopped reading this. I'm halfway through and I've given up. I initially downloaded this because it would be similar in scope to my manuscript Toe the Line. Where John Corrigan has a mystery among golfers with a professional golfer being the sleuth, I have a mystery centered around triathloning. I hope that my readers aren't as disappointed in my story as I was in this one. The plot was far fetched, the characters motivations were complete nonsense, and the characters were formulaic and poorly fleshed out. Sorry, Corrigan, I'm not impressed.