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From Idea to Book

I remember reading years ago about an author who said it took something like ten years for them to complete a certain book. That just seemed kind of amazing to me. That writing a story could take that long and that the writer stuck with it. Well … now I understand.

Around 10 1/2 years ago I started writing The Jump. I usually remember what prompts the ideas for my stories. For instance, The Dime is a novel that started with a short story prompted by the following: write a story about a store clerk catching a shoplifter and offering him a deal to avoid punishment. The obvious deal seemed to be a sexual one and I wanted to do something that wasn’t obvious, so I came up with the deal being that the shoplifter had to ask the clerk’s wheelchair-bound sister to a school dance. One thing led to another and that short story eventually became a novel. The story actually isn’t finished and I owe the readers of The Dime an end. At some point.

But with The Jump, I don’t remember anymore where the idea came from. All I know is that I started writing about a construction crane and a wasted version of America. And that led to a President as cult leader, as dictator, as a brutalizer of the American people. I started writing the story a few months before Donald Trump first announced he was running for President. So … I never meant for this story to be a thought piece on a Trump Presidency. (Unfortunately, the further we go into his second term, the closer reality gets to my story.)

So … how did this story came to be?

I wrote a chapter about that construction crane and decided to keep going. There was something I was doing that intrigued me. Creating a world that was close to ours but where the rules were upended and things were just a bit off. It gave me creative license to do a bunch of things. Odd names. Odd cultural references. Just writing things that were a bit more odd than what I usually write.

I started writing the story in first person, with alternating chapters narrated by Richard Bell and his son Cameron. At some point relatively early on, I decided to change the Cameron narrator to his sister Nicole. Just to have a female voice instead of two male voices. Then, years later, after getting feedback from a writer friend, I decided to change it to third person.

This is something I did with One Night in Bridgeport. Wrote the whole damn thing in first person before deciding to rewrite it in third person. Why? Because writing in third person gives me the ability to introduce more story lines and characters into the telling of the story. Doing that with The Jump gave me the opportunity to provide better background on Alisdair Weston, who became President and dictator.

While I changed the story to third person, I kept the basic structure the same. Richard traveling across the country, with his adult children traveling separately trying to find him. Which necessarily meant two different story lines.

About 25,000 words into the story, the first major block arrived. I couldn’t decide if I was going to write chapter after chapter after chapter of their journeys across the country. Or should I, at some point, skip ahead. Part of the problem was that I just couldn’t figure out what to fill all of those chapters with if I took the first option. The other part of the problem was that I had yet to figure out how the two traveling groups would end up meeting up.

Another problem cropped up as well. Trump became President and I simply did not want to write a story about a cult-like President becoming dictator and having everybody say, “ooooh, this is about Trump, isn’t it?” I’d have to yell at them and deny that. As a result, I just kind of lost interest in writing the story.

Every once in awhile though, I’d pick the story up again and read through it trying to get motivated to keep going. I’d get to the part where I had left off and ponder it and come to the same conclusion. How do I do this? How do I end it? How? And I couldn’t answer those questions, so I’d put the story to the side again.

I even asked my cover artists for a sample cover featuring a construction crane that I could print out and put on my wall to try to inspire me. It didn’t work.

I did know how I wanted to end the story. I just didn’t know how I wanted to get there and so I waited.

Around a year ago, I decided to put aside my distaste for the comparison of my story to Trump. I also made a decision about that other issue — whether to write chapter after chapter after chapter detailing their daily journey across the country or to skip ahead. You’ll have to read the book to find out what my decision was.

I started writing again and got to the “end.” At one point, I told somebody that I thought a good, focused weekend of writing could result in wrapping up the story. But that didn’t happen. I kept finding reason to write another chapter. And then another. The “end” seemed to be going on forever.

So, I faced another decision. Do I keep writing chapter after chapter after chapter that produces an ending that answers all the questions about what happened and why? Or do I skip ahead and end the thing. Again, you’ll have to read the book to see what I did with that decision point.

Once I ended the story, I sent it to a couple of beta readers. One of them loved it. One of them didn’t, but she admitted that she didn’t like the genre so she wasn’t the best beta reader for it. I then sent it to a third — one who isn’t a writer, just a reader. I never heard back from him. 😉

From there, I decided to start the publishing process. Publishing to an e-book is relatively easy. There isn’t a lot of formatting to do for an e-book. I got that done and set the publication date for 9/1/25. I turned to the paperback then, which isn’t so easy.

Every time I try to format the text for paperback, I get it wrong. Some detail or other I just can’t figure out on Word to format it correctly. Typically, it is the header at the top of each page that has my name on one side and the title of the book on the other. I’ve pretty much given up on that. But also, the page numbering is a problem. The way page numbers are supposed to work on a book is to use Roman numerals on the “front matter” and then regular numbers once the story starts, but don’t have a 1 on the first page, only start with a 2 on the second page.

I’ve managed to get this right with previous books, but this time I simply could not get it right. The section breaks in Word were not doing what they were supposed to do. A writer friend, the beta reader who didn’t like The Jump, suggested I try Atticus — a program that allows you to upload your manuscript and it takes care of all the formatting.

I shelled out almost $150 for Atticus and ran the manuscript through it. Submitted the final product to Draft2Digital, along with the wonderful cover Karen Phillips made, set the publication date for 9/15 (a little later than the ebook because I’ve learned that paperbacks just take longer) and ordered a proof copy. It came, the cover was off. The title on the spine was in the wrong place. The missus read the proof and found a few typos and things that needed to be fixed. So, I corrected the material for both the paperback and the ebook.

And that’s where Atticus started to fail me. I could not get the formatting right, but frequently I couldn’t tell that unless I uploaded the manuscript to Draft2Digital and looked at the finished product in their reader. The biggest problem was that I couldn’t get things on the write page. The title page needed to be on the right side, copyright on the left side, dedication on the right, then a blank page on the left, then the tagline for the book on the right, then a blank page on the left, then the story starts on the right. Atticus did get all of the page numbers and headers right, but I couldn’t get that pagination right.

I ended up reaching out to my friend and she explained that with Atticus you don’t upload any of the front matter with your manuscript, just the story itself and Atticus creates the front matter for you. And if you want things between the front matter and the story (like the tagline), you create a new chapter just for that. So, I did that. And it worked.

All told, I uploaded almost 20 versions of the manuscript from Atticus to Draft2Digital before getting it the way it needed to be. But now I know how to do it the right way. I just hope I remember all of this for my next book.

And that’s how an idea becomes a story which becomes a book. At least that’s my process.

In recent weeks, I’ve started to embrace the idea that my book does have something to say about our current state affairs. There are some parallels. In The Jump, the President has a paramilitary organization at his disposal. They are called The President’s Men and they are responsible for most of the death and destruction and desolation that has stretched across the country. I can’t help but see in ICE and Trump’s increasing militarization of law enforcement as being a parallel to The President’s Men. So to, in The Jump there are states and areas where things are relatively “normal,” versus states that have been destroyed. I can’t help but see parallels in how Trump handles blue states versus red states. There is also an element of cosplay in The Jump which I can’t help but see in a lot of the actions by people in Trump’s administration. And ultimately, the tagline for The Jump seems more and more eerie. Nothing is as it seems, but Everything is as it should be. When friends comment on some of Trump’s horrors, I reply with “it’s all according to plan.”

I don’t think things will get as bad in real life as they get in The Jump, but I also didn’t think things would get as bad as they currently are. Here’s to hoping that The Jump doesn’t turn into non-fiction.

If you’ve got this far and want to read The Jump, it is available just about everywhere ebooks and paperbacks are sold on-line.

A Book I’m Reading

Before I left for Australia, I asked for book recommendations from folks on Twitter. I stocked up my Kindle and read the following books while on vacation. A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith, The Age of Entitlement (a book that describes how America has become an “entitled” nation since the 1960’s, relying almost entirely on the horrors the left has “imposed” on the rest of God-loving, patriotic Americans), At War With Ourselves (H.R. McMaster’s memoir of his time in the Trump White House), His Ragged Company by Rance Denton, Malignant Assumptions by Carrie Rubin. I feel like there may be have been more than that but maybe not.

I had plenty of time sitting in airports and on airplanes to read, but not much other than that. I was far too tired to read much at bed time and we were busy, busy, busy most days.

I also took a paperback with me. I decided I wanted to re-read Stephen King’s The Shining. I never got around to it, relying instead on the Kindle for my reading.

Once I got home and looked at my Kindle, I couldn’t find much I wanted to read and I decided I was no longer interested in The Shining. But, I thought, maybe there’s another King book I might read. Just for the heck of it, because I felt like I needed some light entertainment that I could lose myself in. I went downstairs to “the office” where I have a book shelf and where most of my King books still reside.

I decided to read Dreamcatcher, a book I had absolutely no memory of. I’ve been toiling away at it for awhile now. I’m about half way through, which unfortunately means that I still have almost 400 pages to go. (Actually, I just looked. I have almost 500 pages to go and I’m on page 380.) Here’s another unfortunate thing, it is a paperback, not a trade paperback with its bigger size. No. A paperback of the 4″ x 6.5″ variety. Which means at 860 pages, it is almost impossible to comfortably hold and easily read the thing.

The other unfortunate thing is this. I no longer care about this book, and I certainly don’t care enough to keep reading for almost 500 pages more. I don’t what King’s hold on me once was, but it is long gone at this point.

So … which King book should I try instead? 😉

Vacation Reading

Several weeks before we left for Cabo somebody suggested that I read A Canticle for Leibowitz, an end of the world tale written by Walter M. Miller, Jr. and published in 1959.  I checked it out on Amazon, bought it, and then bought two more books that were in the “if you bought this, you might like this” category.  Those books were The Last Policeman (Ben Winters) and The Forever War (Joe Haldeman) — both books built around an end of the world theme. 

A few days after that, via Andrew Sullivan’s blog, I read about The Magicians by Lev Grossman, went to Amazon and bought it. 

I had four books to read while on vacation.  All in paperback so I could keep my Kindle at home. 

I ended up reading The Last Policeman in the days leading up to our departure.  It’s about a cop in New England who has a murder to solve in the months before a meteor is set to hit Earth, obliterating life as we know it.  Because everybody knows the meteor is set to hit, there aren’t a lot of people who really care about solving a murder that’s made to look like a suicide — which is what a lot of people are doing anyway because the end of times is near.  There’s a whole lot of other stuff going on, too.  The Last Policeman was published a couple of years ago and is the first book in a trilogy.

Next up was The Forever War originally published in the 1970s (1974, I believe).  This book was about a futuristic war fought between humans and an extraterrestrial race.  The narrator is a soldier in that war.  The gimmick is that when the soldiers are off in space fighting the war, time on earth moves much more quickly.  So, while they’re off fighting for a year, 20 or 30 or 100 years go by for the rest of the human race.  The narrator spends about five or six years at war, coming back to Earth every year or so.  During the course of the story human life progresses several hundred years, while he only ages those five or six years.  It makes for a pretty interesting experiment in how human life may ebb and flow over the next few hundred years.  This book doesn’t appear to be a formal part of a series.  However, the author wrote a number of books with similar titles, like The Forever Peace, which makes me wonder.

Wanting to take a break from the bleak world of the apocalypse and a space war, I turned next to The Magicians.  This is … well, basically an adult version of the Harry Potter story.  Only, the narrator’s schooling takes place entirely in the first book.  The main characters are teenagers, but the components of the story would definitely not be appropriate for the younger kids who read Harry Potter.  There’s sex, drugs, heavy drinking, foul language — all that good stuff we don’t want our kids exposed to.  This book was published within the last few years and is also the first in a trilogy.

And, finally, I turned to A Canticle for Leibowitz to carry me through the last couple days at Cabo and the airplane ride home.  This is the post-apocalypse story of the time that starts decades after a nuclear war destroyed the earth.  It’s well … I didn’t finish it.  I read about two-thirds and then just didn’t feel like going on.  The book was originally published in 1959.  Forty years later, Miller wrote a follow-up to it — Sister Leibowitz and the Wild Horse Woman.

I generally don’t buy books because they win awards and didn’t notice that these had until after I purchased them, but here’s how they stack up.  The Last Policeman won the Edgar Award.  The Forever War won the Hugo and Nebula awards.  A Canticle for Leibowitz won the Hugo Award.  The Magicians apparently didn’t win any awards, but is described as a New York Times Bestseller.  So, they have quite the pedigree.

The end result for me was that The Last Policeman and The Magicians were good enough for me to move ahead to the second book in each trilogy.  My enthusiasm for those books is more for The Last Policeman, less so for The Magicians.  The Last Policeman is about real people in a real time and there is an arch of an interesting story I can see developing over the next two books.  The Magicians, on the other hand, starts in modern America and moves to a fantasy world with talking animals and all of that other fantasy stuff — what would have really interested me twenty or thirty years ago, but not so much anymore.  Still, the story was interesting enough for me to want to keep reading.

The Forever War was good as well, but I don’t think I’ll be looking to read any more books by the same author.  And, well, as already noted, I couldn’t finish A Canticle for Leibowitz.

 

Over 1,000 Pages Later I Don’t Know If I Can Go On

A couple of weeks ago, Queen Midget, youngest Prince Midget and I went to see the latest Hunger Games movie.  Count me as a fan of the first book and movie.  Huge fan.  Count me as a lesser fan of the second book and movie.  And as an even lesser fan of the third book.

The previews start — you know, what fills up about three hours and eighteen minutes of time before the movie actually starts.  They show a preview for a movie coming out in a few months.  It’s called Divergent.

A couple of months ago, my oldest son asked me to buy him a book.  It was called Divergent.  Wanting to encourage him to continue reading in this age of technology, I did.  He liked it and began talking about how it was the next “big thing.”  The movie preview suggests he may be right about that.  (Side note: yesterday, on Facebook, I saw that one of his friends got a Divergent-related tattoo.  See, it is the next “big thing.”)

The preview intrigued me.  I checked the book out on Amazon.  It’s part of a trilogy.  I bought the first book for my Kindle and was hooked.  It’s kind of like Hunger Games, kind of not, but it’s a good story, whether it’s written incredibly well or not.  So, I downloaded the second book in the series — Insurgent.  Read it as well.  The two books combined are over 1,000 pages.

And here’s where the trouble started.  For some reason, I decided to check out some of the reviews for the third book — Allegiant.  Maybe it was because the overall rating on Amazon for the third book was significantly lower than the overall rating for the first two.  When I decide to check out reviews, I typically look at the lower reviews first.  Why?  I don’t know.  Just seems that they might be the more instructive.

I started reading them and learned something about the third book.  While the first two books are told from the first person perspective of Beatrice/Tris — the primary female protagonist — the third book switches between Beatrice/Tris and Tobias/Four.  And, there was also unhappiness with the ending — yes, unfortunately, as a result of reading the reviews, I now know more about the ending than I’d like.

I downloaded the third book and started reading.  The first book was over 500 pages.  The second book was over 500 pages.  The third book is also over 500 pages.  I’m about 1/5 of the way through the book and I want to throw it against the wall.  Only problem is, it’s on my Kindle, so I can’t.  (Reason #1 e-readers are a problem.)

After over 1,000 pages of getting the story through Beatrice/Tris, I’m now being forced to flip back and forth between her and Tobias/Four.  With every single chapter where it’s told from his perspective, I find myself constantly having to remember that I’m reading Tobias’ version of the story rather than Beatrice’s.  And, that’s a problem.  I keep thinking it’s Beatrice doing the thinking and talking and feeling and then something is said and I have to snap back to realize it’s Tobias.

A couple of weeks ago, I met with Zoe.  One of the things we did was talk about Northville Five and Dime.  She said something that was very interesting.  It’s a concept that all writers should keep in mind.  As a writer, you owe it to your reader to not make it difficult.  Don’t make the reader work for it.  That’s not quite the way she said it, but it’s close enough.  A reader should not have to work in the process of reading your story.

Right now, reading Allegiant is far too much work.  As much as I’d like to read to the conclusion (even if I know too much because of those reviews), I’m getting tired of having to remind myself who the narrator is with each chapter.

This would be completely different if the author had started from book one with this idea of switching back and forth between the two main characters.  But she didn’t.  What the hell was she thinking and what was her editor and publisher thinking when they went forward with the third book as is?

 

A Peek Inside (Fort Bragg Edition)

[I hate it when I think I hit the Publish button only to find out much later that some how I didn’t.  This should have showed up hereabouts yesterday.]

I’ve been in Fort Bragg since Wednesday.

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I’ll be headed home tomorrow.  To say that I want nothing to do with the return would be an understatement to end all understatements.  For the past few days, I’ve been able to slow down and live a life of leisure.  Back in the real world, I feel like I never stop moving and hurrying.  Not enjoying the moment because I have to get to the next “must do.”  My need to constantly rush drives my wife crazy, I know this.  It drives me crazy as well.  But there is so much that always needs to get done.  It’s how I’ve lived my life for the past couple of decades, but it’s one of the many things that isn’t a part of the real me.  For the last few days, I’ve had the opportunity to be me.

Hunting for lighthouses…

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Flowers…

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Vast beauty…

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Waves crashing …

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I’ve written a bit here and a bit there.   Made pizza in a new and different way.  Met some talented writers and made friends with a few of them.

But there are things I set out to do that I never got to.  Paint and explore some of this area in a deeper way.  Never quite got there.  Because, yes, there is still a bit of a hurry.  There are still so many things to do.  It’s back to life tomorrow.  But, that’s not right.  What’s back there isn’t actually life.  It’s grinding through the “must do’s” to get to the point where the time for “wanna do’s” finally opens up.

Some other random things from this week.

The workshop was great, but it wasn’t.  Three days sitting and talking about writing, hearing other writers’ perspectives on stories, is always interesting and inspiring.  I’m motivated to move forward on the things that have been holding me back.  But, for three days, it also felt like work.  I had to be up and somewhere by 8:00 and then spent the entire day there, while there were all of these other things I wanted to do.  Places to go, pictures to paint, words to write.  So, there was that.  I’m not sure I’ll do a formal workshop again.  Maybe I’ll come up with my informal King Midget workshop for future trips.  More flexible, more open, more free-wheeling.  You in?

I left for this trip with four books to pick from for my reading.  Revolutionary Road, by Richard Yates, recommended by a friend, and then by Peter Orner who led the morning workshop I was in.  Joyland, by Stephen King.  Yes, I have written that I’m swearing off of Mr. King forever.  But a friend assured me this was not typical King.  We’ll see.  The Housekeeper and The Professor, by Yoko Ogawa, and recommended by a co-worker.  The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks, not just recommended by a friend but purchased by her specifically for me to read.  I also brought my Kindle, which has who knows how many books and shorts stories on it that I haven’t read yet.  So, I was fully loaded with reading material.

Which explains why I only got through Revolutionary Road and am only now starting on Joyland.  And also why I added more books to my reading list while here.  First I had to buy two more books by Peter Orner.  Had to.  It was a must.  Then I had to buy a book that includes three novels by Henry Green, the author that Peter insisted is an author like no other.  The collection consists of Loving, Living and Party Going.  What it doesn’t include is Doting, a novel Green wrote that consists entirely of dialogue.  I must read that.

I also wandered through a used bookstore and added a Faulkner collection to the stack.  So, game on.  I’m going to have to be a reading fool in the weeks ahead.

I’d like to go back to Revolutionary Road and just say this.  If you haven’t read it, you should.  It’s one of those books that just produces a WOW from me.  It is so good on so many different levels.

I think that’s it.  My little time away has been more than I thought it could be while being less than I had hoped.  But, ultimately, it was 100 times better than the alternative.

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