Where did May go?

For the past few years, we’ve been flirting with drought. Sometimes we’ve been in full-on, high-risk drought conditions, with the local lakes (aka holding ditches) at levels so low that the boats are stuck in mud. Other times we get just enough rain to keep us happy, albeit briefly.

Earlier this week we had two days of torrential rain that, almost literally overnight, took us from “back in serious drought again” to “pretty much caught up to the average rainfall for the year.” Houston has recorded nearly 10″ of rain in May, double the monthly average, and we’re only a tad off for the year. There are hints we might get more heavy rain over the next two days. There was some localized flooding, mostly on low-lying roads and freeway feeders, but no one is complaining. The wildlife is euphoric. You should hear the birds singing. And the frogs. And the mosquitoes…

Today is the official publication day for Joe Mynhardt’s anthology, Tales from the Lake Vol. 1, which contains my story “The Lady of Lost Lake.” The headline author is Graham Masterton, but you’ll probably recognize some other names in the table of contents. It’s available in paperback (Amazon), Kindle, and various other ebook formats from Smashwords. It’s also up at CreateSpace. I did a short interview about my story, which you can read here. The one review to mention my story so far had this to say, “Essentially a lady in the lake story with real no essence but strangely I was riveted to this story and its telling.” I’ll take that.

Although it will also appear in the next issue of Cemetery Dance magazine, we decided to put up my review of Mr. Mercedes at News from the Dead Zone. Check it out!

We’re in that funky limbo time when there’s not much new to watch on TV. Mad Men finished up with an interesting twist, as Don pulls himself from in front of the speeding train with a last-minute gambit. And who couldn’t love the song-and-dance routine that accompanied the departure of one of the original characters? At least he got to see a man on the moon. Fargo continues to be interesting. I loved the way they decided to film the mass shooting at the Fargo office. All exterior tracking as we follow but cannot see Malvo work from room to room and floor to floor. The occasional flash of light from gunfire, but only at the end do we see actual people. Those poor FBI guys.

I’m also still digging Orphan Black, though the show occasionally comes very close to choking on its own twisted plot. It still surprises me how I can look at all these clones as if they were being played by different actresses. Maslany is simply amazing. We watched the original BBC version of House of Cards. Unfortunately the two follow-up series aren’t on Netflix, so I had to order the DVD. The incident at the end of the final installment of the first series perfectly reflects what happened in the first episode of Season 2 of the Spacey remake, but I’d forgotten about it. It has been, after all, a quarter of a century, more or less. It’s a toss-up who breaks the fourth wall better, Spacey or Ian Richardson. They are both so sly.

I’m starting to catch up on the third season of Death in Paradise, a cute cozy-esque murder mystery series set on a fictional Caribbean island. It’s a “fish out of water” story in that the Inspector is British, sent to this outpost because no one much likes his stick-in-the-mud, always-by-the-book ways. Over the course of the first two series, he adjusts to life in the tropics, as much as he can. This makes what happens in the first episode of the third season such a shock. I’m not sure the series can recover from it, but we’ll see. I’m also keeping up with Motive, the Canadian police drama in which the killer and the victim are revealed before the opening credits and you then get to see the police work out what happened and why. It’s pretty good. Not as glossy as CSI, and a little too in love with clever camera transitions, but I like the gruff characters.

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The Doctors Who

I posted a review The Best Horror of the Year, Volume Six, edited by Ellen Datlow, over the weekend. An excellent anthology, and I was especially fond of the final story, a “sequel” to The Shadow Over Innsmouth.

One of my favorite experiences as a writer was getting to write an authorized Doctor Who short story for a BBC Big Finish anthology edited by Steven Saville. We had to pitch our stories before being selected, and then our tales went through a rigorous editing process to make sure they fit into the known chronology. Mine featured the Fifth Doctor and Peri Brown. An earlier anthology also featured that pairing, so I was asked to inject a paragraph that made reference to that adventure to place mine in the timeline properly. We don’t often get to play in our favorite sandboxes like that, so it was a thrill to be part of the project.

I chose Davison’s version because he was “my Doctor.” The one I remember best from the classic series. I watched his entire tenure before writing my story. In recent years, I’ve also seen him in Law & Order: UK, The Last Detective and Campion. I especially liked his turn as “Dangerous” Davies, the least dangerous copper in his division. He had this sort of hang-dog persona that was appealing. So, when I found out Davison would be at Compicpalooza in Houston last weekend, I was set to go. Because my daughter had other plans on Saturday, we waited until Monday to attend, which was probably a good decision because by then the crowds had thinned out considerably.

Davison wasn’t the only Doctor there. Also in attendance were numbers 6 through 8: Colin Baker, Sylvester McCoy (also from The Hobbit), and Paul McGann (also from Luther). Rounding out the Doctor Who experience was John Barrowman, who played Captain Jack Harkness. I took along my copy of Doctor Who: Destination Prague and had the various Doctors sign stories in which their characters appeared. I also had my photo taken with Davison (see above). Then we went home and watched The Five Doctors Reboot. I think it was my third time seeing it, and it’s every bit as charming as the first time.

Over the holiday weekend, we also watched all eight episodes of True Detective, my wife for the first time and me for the second. It stands up well to repeat viewing and binge watching. We started the original BBC House of Cards from 1990 starring Ian Richardson, he of the Grey Poupon commercials. I remember watching the series when it first aired, but that was a long, long time ago. I also finished up the current season of DCI Banks. The final episode was based on the only novel in the series I’ve read, although it was changed a lot for the two-part teleplay.

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The renegade who had it made

It appears that everyone was on their best behavior last week, because when I showed up for jury duty this morning we were told that there would be no trial this week. Didn’t even get to set foot inside the courtroom. Thank you for your service. Sucks for the poor sods who decided not to show up, as she was taking down names. The DPS was fairly close to the courthouse, so I decided, since I was in town anyway, to get my driver’s license renewed. I know there are lots of horror stories about DPS experiences, but mine couldn’t have been better. In and out in 10-15 minutes. I didn’t even have time to fill out the application form completely before my number was called.

We watched the four episodes of The Bletchley Circle this weekend. It airs on PBS and deals with a group of women who were codebreakers during WWII but who, in the aftermath, are not allowed to talk about what they did (which saved many lives), and must return to the banal life offered to women in the 1950s. In the first series, they banded together to track down a serial killer. In the second series, there are two stories, one having to do with sarin gas testing on British soldiers and the other about smuggling rings that carried on after the black market established during the war was no longer necessary.

Last night we went to see Don Felder (of the Eagles), Foreigner and Styx at the outdoor concert pavilion near the house. It opened 25 years ago and in those heady early days it seemed I was attending shows 2-3 times a week. Over the years, we  have gone less, but I really wanted to see Styx, so I persuaded my wife to go. She was afraid the groups would be “past their prime,” but that was not the case at all.

Felder opened at 7 pm with a set list made up mostly of Eagles songs he co-wrote, along with a recent solo track and the theme song from Heavy Metal. They brought out the obligatory double-neck guitar for “Hotel California,” and Styx’s Tommy Shaw joined him on stage for that song. He was in good voice.

Then out came Foreigner, part of the soundtrack of my high school years, and they put on a rocking good show, even though there’s only one original band member (Mick Jones) on the tour. They were energetic and the songs were loud and invigorating. Then on came Styx, which features two of the five original band members, Shaw and James “JY” Young. Dennis De Young’s vocals are done by Lawrence Gowan, a Scottish Canadian who was a big hit up north in the 80s with songs like “Criminal Mind” and “Strange Animal.” He opened for Styx a few times in the late 90s and Shaw liked what he heard, inviting him to join the band permanently. He wrote a couple of songs for their fine album Cyclorama, and he looks like he’s having the time of his life, strutting, playing keyboards (once with his back to the instrument), jumping, climbing and singing his heart out.

This was the first time I’ve seen either band in concert (I saw Felder twenty years ago on the Hell Freezes Over tour), and I’m glad we went. It was a blast from the past, but it was also fun to listen to and sing along with all these familiar songs.

I wasn’t displeased with the outcome of The Amazing Race. Rachel said she didn’t want to finish second, and that wish was granted. I wouldn’t have objected if the country singers won, either, but in the end it was a satisfactory outcome.

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Gojira angry

Confession time: I have never seen a Godzilla movie before. I know, there must be some membership card that I’ll have to hand back in now that I’ve said that. We only had one TV station when I was growing up and I can’t remember there ever being a Godzilla movie on. If there was, it may have been too late at night for me to have seen it. I’ve been aware of Godzilla, of course, but until last night, I’d never seen him in action, other than in clips.

Went to the seven o’clock show with Danel Olson, the editor of the Exotic Gothic anthologies and a couple of the Studies in the Horror Film books, including the one about The Shining that will contain a contribution from me. We live only a few miles apart but never met until the WHC in Austin a few years ago.

The theater wasn’t packed, but we’d picked the smaller of the two cinemas in our community and opted against the 3D version. We arrived ten minutes before showtime and got decent seats. The trailers were a sequence of about five in a row that seemed to revel in being cagey about what the films were really about. Disjointed, nonlinear, and about as helpful as the previews for an episode of Mad Men. These were followed by one comedy (22 Jump Street) that you couldn’t induce me to watch with anything known to mankind, and the one preview that actually piqued my interest: A Most Wanted Man, based on the Le Carré  novel, starring Philip Seymour Hoffman, Rachel McAdams, Willem Dafoe and Robin Wright.

Then came the main feature. I was surprised by the marquee names who weren’t in the film as long as I’d expected, and had no idea at all who the actor was who played Ford. I was intrigued when Ken Watanabe called the monster Gojira, but in that kind of Japanese accent that made it sound so much like Godzilla that it finally clicked in my head how one had transformed into the other. The director chose to hint at more than he showed, especially in the first hour. There were reactions to and repercussions of the monsters, but not much screen time for the biggest marquee star. The bad guys got more exposure until late in the game. There was some human drama, but a lot of coincidence, too, like how Ford ended up everywhere the bad guys did. A lot of people killed, but so long as they weren’t “our guys” it was okay. That’s the sort of stuff you’d expect from this kind of film, though. The money shot came at the end as Godzilla emerges from the deeps to restore the balance of nature.

It’s all very Lovecraftian, in a sense. These huge monsters are like Elder Gods, with little care for or interest in humankind, unless the humans in question are trying to poke them in the eye with a sharp stick. Buildings and trees and bridges are all the same to them. Obstacles in the battle, or weapons. For the most part, the humans were really surplus to requirements. They had to deal with the bombs, but they were the ones who decided to put the bombs in play in the first place. If they’d done nothing, the outcome would have been more or less the same. All good fun, though. Godzilla reminded me of The Incredible Hulk when he flexed his arms.

I posted two book reviews this week: The Son by Jo Nesbø and The Word Exchange by Alena Graedon. Two very different books, but I enjoyed them both.

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Giger counter

I first encountered H.R. Giger when I was in university. As my musical world and tastes broadened, I stumbled upon Emerson, Lake and Palmer, probably at a used record store called Days of Wine and Vinyl. As I worked my way through their discography, I naturally ended up at Brain Salad Surgery, which featured his artwork on the cover. That same year, of course, Alien took the movie-going world by storm, with its simultaneously horrifying and hilarious shot of a creature bursting out of John Hurt’s chest after an ill-advised visit to a planet designed by Giger. I didn’t know much about him, alas, or I might have gone to his museum during the years I lived in Zurich. An opportunity missed.

I’m about halfway through The Word Exchange by Alena Graedon. Alas, my digitial ARC is fixing to expire, so I might have to buy a copy of the book to finish it, which has never happened to me before. It’s an interesting concept: an Apple-like company is taking over the English language, and there’s a word flu causing a kind of aphasia among users of an iPhone-like gadget called the Meme that responds to your emotions. The next generation forms a chemical / neurological bond with you in a creepy, Invasion of the Body Snatchers sense.

Issue 71 of Cemetery Dance magazine is shipping this month. It’s an all-fiction issue, so there won’t be a News from the Dead Zone column in it, but I do have the feature book review, which is King’s forthcoming Mr. Mercedes.

We had a free preview of Showtime last weekend, so I recorded Penny Dreadful and watched it last night. It was okay. Lavish in look. Timothy Dalton is chewing up the scenery. Has moments. Not enough to make me want to see any more of it, though. And after only three hours, my finger is creeping toward the delete button on 24. How quickly it descends into melodrama. I was bummed to discover that Castle decided to end the season with a cliffhanger. I liked the way the universe was conspiring to wreck their wedding day and, ultimately, it did. I loved Don Draper’s reaction to the threesome with his wife and her friend on Mad Men. He wasn’t all “goody, let’s do this.” He was more like WTF? A little bit of Van Gogh action going on, too. What a weird show.

And then there was the season finale of The Blacklist, which answered some questions, raised some others and maybe answered the big one: Who is Liz’s father? Though he has denied it, Red still remains the prime candidate, especially in light of those burn scars on his back. For a while I thought they were going to go housecleaning or, rather, cast cleaning. First, Meera goes down and then Howard looked like he was out for the count, too. The pseudo-Berlin takes one to the head and Tom takes a few to the gut, but is he dead? There was no body. Maybe Red disappeared it to save the awkward questions that would raise for Liz, although that leaves her marital status up in the air. Sort of like Kate’s on Castle.

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Everything expires

Today’s Google Doodle commemorates the 104th birthday of Dorothy Hodgkin, the only British woman to win a Nobel Prize in a scientific field. She was an X-ray crystallographer (that’s also my field of expertise) who solved the structures of a number of biologically important molecules, including Vitamin B12, cholesterol, insulin, and penicillin. Her structure of Vitamin B12 confirmed the presence of a cobalt-carbon bond, which was at the time a fairly unique feature.

I encountered Dr. Hodgkin twice during my doctoral years. First, I spent two months at the crystallography lab in Oxford, which was her home base. Though she was mostly retired by that time, she was known to haunt the lab on occasion and, on one memorable day, was said to have been “fixing” one of the pieces of scientific equipment with a hammer. A couple of years later, she was awarded an honourary doctorate from my alma mater, and my PhD advisor was her sponsor and host. She was in her mid-70s and traveled in a wheel chair when any distance or difficulty was involved, but she was still sharp. One afternoon during her visit, my adviser put me in his office alone with her and told me to regale her with my thesis research. It was a warm day, August most likely, and the room was small and warm. After a few minutes, it seemed to me that she had nodded off. So, my question was: do I stop and wait for her to come around again or plow ahead? I chose the latter, never quite sure if she heard anything I was saying. Later, my adviser reported that she had told him I was “a sharp lad,” so I guess she heard something.

April may be the cruelest month, but May 2014, it seems, is the year that everything expires for me: my car registration, my vehicle inspection, my driver’s license and my passport. Also, I received on Friday my first ever jury duty summons to which I can legally attend. I got one not long after I moved to Texas, but as a non-citizen I couldn’t go. I’m sort of looking forward to it, although my wife assures me that as soon as they hear I have a PhD I’ll probably be dismissed.

We had a movie marathon on Saturday. First we saw Labor Day, starring Kate Winslet and Josh Brolin. Brolin is a prison escapee who insinuates himself into the house and life of Winslet and her 12-year-old son over the holiday weekend. He’s in prison for murder (the backstory behind that is eventually revealed), and he’s moderately threatening, but only when necessary, and the three people bond in unexpected ways. It’s beautifully filmed, perhaps a tad schmaltzy, but we enjoyed it.

Next, we watched August: Osage County, starring Meryl Streep, Julia Roberts, hell, just about everyone in Hollywood. It’s number one redeeming feature is the fact that it has a male character named Beverly, although he isn’t in the film long. His disappearance brings this uber-dysfunctional family back together and by the end of the extended visit, just about everyone is in a far worse situation than when they arrived. This is Tennessee Williams country relocated to Oklahoma, with Streep off her head because she’s taking just about every -pam and -one in the pharmacy book. She’s shrill, mean, confrontational and sometimes just bug-shit crazy. She has three daughters (played by actresses named Julia, Julianne and Juliette—that must have driven the director bonkers), one who is currently separated, one who is dating someone ill-advised (even more ill-advised by the end of the film) and one who is engaged to a creep. Her sister is played by Margo Martindale, and her brother-in-law by Chris Cooper. Granddaughter Abigail Breslin is in full-on rebellion mode. You have to admire the acting, but any sane person would have checked out of that madhouse during the first meal, when things started getting particularly shouty for the first time. Anyone who stayed after that deserved what she got. A little bit exhausting to watch.

Finally, we saw Dallas Buyer’s Club, starring the gauntest of gaunt Matthew McConaughey as a not very likable grifter who is infected by HIV during heterosexual sex with a junkie. His bigotry and homophobia (and that of all of his friends) is the touchpoint for the film: he can’t stand having a disease where being gay is the initial assumption. Jennifer Garner plays a doctor involved in AZT trials, but McConaughey can’t get on the program, so he starts out by stealing AZT, even though he has his doubts about the drugs efficacy. He goes to Mexico and starts bringing back unapproved drugs. He can’t sell them, so he sets up a “club” to the members of which he gives the drugs for a $400/month fee. This puts him at odds with the FDA, the DEA, the IRS and the pharmaceutical company trying to make big bucks off AZT. His unlikely colleague is a transvestite who goes by “Rayon” played by Jared Leto. It wouldn’t have been half the story if McConaughey’s character had been a nice guy from the git-go. Seeing him struggle with accepting the nature of most of his customers and eventually sort of kind of coming around is the film’s core. The best of the three.

We also caught up on The Americans, a show that really benefits from binge watching. Can’t wait to see what happens in the final two episodes. I watched the first episode of Resurrection, which seems like a remake of the French series The Returned, but isn’t. Quite good.

I was really impressed by the shooting skills of some of the people on The Amazing Race. That challenge would have been the death of me, I think (or, perhaps, of anyone standing nearby). It would have been nice to see the country singers come in first for a change—they really earned it and would have done so if not for a random wrong turn (directions have never been their strong suit). Still, should be an interesting rush to the finish line.

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In Castle Veritas

I posted my review of FaceOff, the new anthology from the ITW, at Onyx Reviews this weekend. It’s a neat concept, pairing up mystery / crime / thriller writers and their characters. Also a good way to sample the work of writers you haven’t read before, except there’s no way of telling who wrote what in any given story. Also, I would be very curious to hear who decided the pairings. There’s nothing wrong with them, I’m just curious.

I’m currently reading The Son by Jo Nesbø. It’s about a young man who has been in prison for over a decade and has become a heroin addict. His father, a cop, was supposedly a mole for the criminal syndicate and committed suicide. Now he finds out that wasn’t true, so he escapes and goes on a Count of Monte Cristo-like vendetta. One interesting thing I noticed is that, although the son is the main character, he is only seen through the eyes of other characters. This means there are a lot of viewpoint characters, some of them present in the story only briefly. It also means that he is never seen alone, since there’s no one else to report his movements. I’m sure this decision was made to keep out of the guy’s head, so readers don’t know what his master plan is, but it’s an interesting approach.

I love a “good” bad retail experience. I ordered a pedestal speaker for our TV from Amazon. It arrived on Friday and, when I plugged it in, it emitted an ear-splitting howl that nothing could stop. So, on Saturday I emailed the manufacturer, detailing the problem. I had a response within minutes that it sounded like the unit was defective. So I logged into Amazon and requested a technical specialist. Got one on the phone in two minutes. Since I’d already contacted the manufacturer, the specialist said they’d ship out a replacement immediately, and he emailed me a UPS return label. Total elapsed time, maybe five minutes. Dropped the defective unit off yesterday morning and the replacement was waiting when I got home last night. Can’t beat that with a stick.

A really good episode of Castle this week, finally putting an end to the series-long storyline of Kate’s mother’s murder. Castle was there for moral support when things got dire, but this was all Kate—she got herself out of sticky situations and put the clues together and got to see the payoff. Good stuff. Next week: nuptials?

I haven’t always watched 24, and there was at least one season when I quit partway through, but I liked the opening 2-hour segment of this new series. That it has Yvonne Strahovski is a plus. I really liked her in Dexter and was delighted when  her character was the least scathed at the end of that series. I thought the second hour was far better than the first, and the last few minutes came as a huge surprise. As long as it keeps up this level of excitement, I’m willing to stick with it for a few months.

Also a good episode of The Blacklist to set up the season finale. Lizzy played hardball with the doctor who was blackmailing people—by poisoning him using his own playbook. I thought maybe it would be revealed that she’d used something non-lethal to trick him, but, no, deadly virus it was. Interesting that the episode ended almost like the series began, with Reddington on his knees with his hands on his head.

Who would have guessed that the cowboys would be outplayed by the four remaining teams on The Amazing Race? If it’s a footrace at the end, it could be interesting. There’s a team with an old guy with known leg problems, one of the “Afghanimals” is lame, there’s one team that apparently can get lost crossing the street, and then there Brendon and Rachel, who at the moment seem like the strongest team. Also the most annoying.

I finished watching the first season of Helix. It started out decently, but really descended into chaos and confusion. Small wonder the little logo “bug” on the show refers people to the series website with the caption “What the hell’s going on?” Hatake has to be the most frustrating character in existence: he knows everything but tells nothing. “I was trying to protect you” must be his most-often-uttered line in the series, said whenever he got caught in another lie or obfuscation. I doubt I’ll pick it up again when it returns. The internal logic went completely to pieces toward the end.

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I wonder how many LiveJournal posts will contain this XKCD cartoon today?

I received confirmation today from editor Danel Olson that my essay “The Genius Fallacy: The Shining’s ‘Hidden’ Meanings” will appear in The Shining: Studies in the Horror Film, which will be published by Centipede Press in late 2015. This is a somewhat more in depth and slightly less flippant take on the various conspiracy theories surrounding the movies, including but not limited to those featured in Room 237, about which I wrote an essay for FEARnet last year.

After reviewing all the royalty statements I received for the eBook of The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly: 8 Secondary Characters from The Dark Tower Series, I was pleased (amazed, really) to discover that we’ve sold over 1200 copies of this thing. I hadn’t been keeping track, but I’m impressed.

We saw The Other Woman this weekend. Had the urge to go to the pub near the theater for a pint and see something, and this was all the choice we had. It was actually pretty funny and only slightly raunchy. I’m generally not a big fan of Cameron Diaz, but she was okay in this one. Almost the straight woman to Leslie Mann, who I’ve never even heard of before. She plays hysterical mania as well as I’ve ever seen. Kate Upton doesn’t have a big future in acting, but she was perfect for the part she was given. I thought more of the film would be about the three women’s reprisals, but that’s all saved for the end. It’s way over the top and ludicrous, but we laughed a lot.

Saw the trailer for a forthcoming Seth MacFarlane film called A Million Ways to Die in the West, which looks absolutely hilarious.

I got my wife hooked on The Americans, so we’ve been screaming through the first season to get her caught up. It’s almost amusing the way these Cold War spies have to juggle all the problems of family life—relationship issues, kids—with their covert activities. You interrogate this dying kidnapped FBI agent. I have to go home to get supper for the kids.

Only two more episodes of The Blacklist left for the first season. I wonder how they’re going to leave it at the end—resolved or with a cliffhanger.

The Mentalist is on the ropes from a ratings point of view. People seem to be drifting away from it now that the Red John story has been wrapped up and they can use different colors in the episode titles. The story has shifted to Austin and jettisoned Grace and Rigsby (although the background shots are showing a lot more mountains than you’ll ever see near Austin), and added a love interest for Lisbon. Predictions are that the show will be canceled, but the producers are looking for another home for it if that happens.

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Don’t sell your work short

I see a lot of anthology calls lately where the promise of payment is deferred. Instead of getting an advance or a flat payment up front, contributors are promised an even share of the royalties.

You’ll do yourself a huge favor if, when you see this, you substitute in your mind the phrase “non-paying market,” because 99 times out of a hundred, that’s what they are. These books don’t typically show a profit for the authors to split because the publisher doesn’t have a marketing plan beyond a few posts on Facebook and “hey, authors, get out there and spread the word about this book.” Authors may sell a handful of copies to friends and family but, since the publisher probably paid the cover artist and most certainly the printer and maybe even the people who laid the book out, this isn’t enough to make a profit. And what does the publisher care? He doesn’t have a real stake in making money because he’s not out that advance that needs to be recouped.

When I give presentations, I’m often asked what advice I have for beginning writers and it most often boils down to this: don’t be in such a rush to see your name in print that you sell yourself and your work short. If you contribute a story to a royalty-only anthology, then who is going to read it? Sure, you’ll have your name in a book and you can hold it in your hands and show it around to people, but that’s a fleeting reward. The story deserves better than to vanish in a book that no one is going to remember a month from now. The urge, the drive to be published can make writers do crazy things. Resist, if you can. There’s no huge rush. I’ve had stories that took years to get published because I wanted them to be published well and I needed to find the right market for them. Relax. The publishing world isn’t going to go away soon, and wouldn’t you rather have your story in a book that’s going to be around for a while? One that’s read by total strangers?

I’ve been working my way through the Longmire novels by Craig Johnson, reading them to my wife in the evening. We started with the novella Spirit of Steamboat and then went back to the beginning. We’re in the final throes of the third book, with the fourth cued up and on deck. If you’ve seen the TV series on A&E, there are some similarities and some differences. Walt is a little less taciturn in the books. Vic (Katee Sackhoff) in the book is a brunette who curses like a sailor, and the relationship between Walt and Vic is more complicated. She comes from a big family back in Philly, most of them cops. Her marriage is already over by the time the books start.

Walt’s predecessor, Lucian Connally, is more of a presence in the books. He lives in the old folks home and Walt has a standing date to play chess with him each week. He’s a cantankerous character and it would be interesting if they used him more in the series. Walt’s deputies are more of a mixed bag in the books, and the whole subplot about a deputy campaigning against him that was so important to the TV series is not in the books at all, at least to this point, neither is the mystery surrounding his wife’s death. Personally, I’d love to see Henry do some more spiritual things, like he does in the books, and Walt has some pretty awesome mystical hallucinations that they could work in, too.

The story about Cady’s head injury takes place in Philadelphia instead of Absaroka County, Wyoming, a decision probably made for logistical reason, since filming takes place in New Mexico, which could hardly pass for Pennsylvania. It also gives Walt a chance to learn more about Vic by seeing her in her original surroundings.

Not saying the books are better than the adaptation, just that they’re two somewhat different beasts. The books inspire the series, but the series isn’t beholden to the source material, even in some quite fundamental ways. Besides, A&E would never allow Vic to say some (most) of the things she utters in the books…

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Is your social worker in that horse?

A weekend spent un-writing, also known as trimming the fat. My work in progress started its life at 5100 words (well, technically it started with 0 words…) and went down to 4200 and then to 3600 and now to just a tad over 3500, which is the target. One more editing pass and it should be good to go.

I received a couple of years’ worth of royalty statements for The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly: 8 Secondary Characters from The Dark Tower Series this weekend and I’m very pleased by how well this little e-chapbook has sold over the years. It started out as a freebie print chapbook to accompany CD’s limited edition of The Road to the Dark Tower, but after they were all gone we decided to test it out as an ebook and it has generated a decent amount of royalties since 2010. Not bad considering it consists of material I cut from the book. CD has it up on even more sites than I realized: Sony, Apple, Kobo, as well as the regulars and their own website.

Speaking of CD, I posted a new News from the Dead Zone column today. Alas, we found out several days ago that FEARnet, with whom CD was partnered and for whom I had written a number of essays, was gobbled up by Comcast and dismantled. The website remains, but most of the employees were let go.

It was a nice spring long weekend, the kind when I can open my office window for most of the day while working. In a month or two it will be too hot after the morning to do so. The power went out for about 10,000 customers on Friday morning, but it was only off for about 45 minutes.

We watched the first two segments of Michael Palin’s Brazil over the weekend. Only two left to go and we’ll be done. With Palin, that is. We’ve watched all of his travelogues, more or less in chronological sequence. This one is from 2012. Brazil’s a fascinating country, especially when he gets to visit some of the isolated indigenous tribes of Amazonia.

I don’t mention Hannibal often, but I really enjoy this quirky show. It deserves a better night (does anyone really watch TV on Friday evening?). It’s surreal—and perhaps never stranger than this week’s episode, which featured Jeremy Davies (Lost, Justified) as a disturbed man, injured by a horse, who inserts corpses into horses in the hopes that the people will be reborn, thus giving rise to the subject of today’s post. Hannibal is usually unflappable, but the look on his face when Will uttered those words was priceless. The show is especially interesting now that Will and Hannibal both know the truth and they both know that the other person knows the truth. They still have to be cautious, Hannibal especially, but they can communicate in code, at least.

Sad to see the Harlem Globetrotters go from The Amazing Race. They always seemed to be having so much fun, even when the going was tough. I remember the episode where one of them was doing a sewing challenge, a long, tedious process, and the other one found a ball and started entertaining the real factory workers with his legendary tricks. I’m continually amazed by how people get upset when someone else does something perfectly legit—encouraged even—such as the U-Turn. It’s put into the game for players to use, and the goal is $1 million, so no matter how buddy buddy you get with other players, ultimately you want to beat them all. It is “just a game,” but one with a valuable prize that only one team gets. There is no prize for second, other than a trip around the world, that is.

An interesting episode of Mad Men. At times I wonder what the show’s charm is to have made it last this long. Not a lot has happened in the first two episodes, but there’s so much history to these characters. I liked the arc of the restaurant scene between Don and Sally. At first, Sally’s pissed, but by the end she’s come around a little. She’s still unhappy with her father, but he was honest with her for one of the few times in his life. Joan is moving up in the ranks of SCP and what started out as a very bad day for Dawn ended with her in a nice place. Pete is still insecure, Peggy is irritating, Roger is droll and out of the loop, but I’m starting to like Harry Hamlin’s character more. How does a show like this end? It’s not like there’s a definite end-game target. I think it should end with everyone celebrating New Year’s Eve 1969.  The ball drops, the fireworks go off, some sort of SCP ad shows up in Times Square, and fade to black. The end of an era.

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