Ron Toland
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  • Keeping Score: November 27, 2020

    Did I say I could write at least half a day this week, free from distraction?

    turns to self from last week: Oh my sweet summer child.

    I've been able to put in a full day of writing just once. Once

    Every other day, I've had my water shut off and construction going on in both the room right next to my temporary office (I'm currently working in the dining room) and above it. They're grinding, sawing, singing, at random intervals, throughout the day.

    It's...impossible to concentrate.

    Still, I've managed to squeeze some words out. Crossed the 11,000 word mark on the novel yesterday, which felt good.

    But I'm nowhere near close to hitting 50K by the end of the month. According to NaNoWriMo, at my current pace, I'll be lucky to finish by end of February 2021 (!).

    So while I'm bummed about not "winning" NaNoWriMo this year, I'm still glad I did it, for two reasons.

    First, because I was doing it, I was able to convince a friend to take the plunge, and try his hand at his first novel. And he's won! He's well past 50K at this point, and is on track to wrap up the first draft of his first novel. I'm jealous of his word-count, true, but I'm also overjoyed that he got it done. Can't wait to read it, when (if) he's ready for beta readers.

    Second, because the time pressure for word count did push me to stop using outlining as an excuse, and just start writing. I was terrified of getting lost, of not being able to write it if I didn't know where I was going.

    I forgot that I've written all of my other novels without an outline. All of them. Short stories, as well.

    I'm not a full-on pantser, but I do discover things while I'm writing that I don't seem to think of when simply outlining. I need a plan to get started -- characters, situation, possible ending -- but once I'm in it, the plan gets altered so much that a detailed outline would be pretty much trashed by the time I'm 5,000 words in.

    Outlining, for me, comes later. Once the first draft is done, and I've mapped out all the place I want to go, all the things about the world I want to see. Then I can pull together a detailed outline, find the weaknesses in the story, and use an updated outline to produce the second draft.

    So I've learned a bit about my own process. It takes longer, this way, I feel, but at least it happens. Better to charge ahead and produce a draft that can be edited, then to spin my wheels creating an outline that's going to get thrown out once ink hits the page.

    And what about you? If you did NaNoWriMo this year, what did it teach you about your own writing process? Do you write better in the morning or evening? Do you need to outline it, or do you need to wing it? Can you write through distractions, or do you need a calm place in which to work?

    → 9:00 AM, Nov 27
  • Radicals Disguised as Conservatives

    My wife and I are re-watching The West Wing for the first time since Trump took office. It's been...revelatory, to see those people and those controversies again, after the last four years. To imagine (again) a White House whose biggest scandal might be some harsh words said to a fundamentalist on television, a White House where a single lie to the Press Core can occupy a character's arc for a whole episode.

    A White House that might hire Ainsley Hayes.

    If you're not familiar with the show, Hayes is a young Republican that out-debates a high-level member of the President's staff on a political talk show. When the President finds out, he decides to hire her to work in the White House Counsel's office. She refuses, at first, to come work for a Democrat. But after seeing them working in the White House (as part of being there to turn the job down) the Chief of Staff summons her sense of duty, and she accepts.

    I love the Ainsley Hayes character. She's an excellent counter-weight to the arrogance of the other staff members, she's smart and witty and optimistic amidst the daily hustle and bustle of the administration. And she faithfully represents the Republican position on issues circa 2000, right down to her objections to the Equal Rights Amendment.

    It's during an episode where she has a casual debate with another staffer on the ERA that she articulates the Republican governing philosophy:

    I believe that every time the federal government hands down a new law, it leaves for the rest of us a little less freedom. So I say, let's just stick to the ones we absolutely need to have water come out of the faucet and our cars not stolen.

    This is an absolutely accurate summation of what Republicans believed (and many still believe).

    The problem is, it's not a conservative stance. It's a libertarian one.

    Libertarians want to roll back the role of government to what it was in the pre-industrial period: foreign defense, a little bit of property law, and that's it. That's why the Libertarian Party wants to legalize all drugs: the War on Drugs is not in service of either of those goals.

    Which is all well and good, but neither is Social Security. Or the fire department. Or public schools.

    If you believe that more law means less freedom, then you have no interest in making good laws. Because the only good law is the law that never gets passed.

    This stance has been masquerading as conservatism in the United States for the last few decades, but it is not conservative.

    To try to recover the conservative position, let's turn to the writer considered the progenitor of the movement, Edmund Burke:

    Society cannot exist, unless a controlling power upon will and appetite be placed somewhere; and the less of it there is within, the more there must be without.

    Hmm. Doesn't sound like he thinks fewer laws means more freedom.

    Nothing turns out to be so oppressive and unjust as a feeble government.

    Oh? He doesn't want to make government so small he can "drown it in the bathtub"?

    Two more quotes, both of which, I believe, sum up the actual conservative position:

    A state without the means of some change, is without the means of its own conservation.

    And:

    The greater the power, the more dangerous the abuse.

    In other words: Modern Conservatism is opposition to radical change

    That may sound like a small philosophy, but it turns out to be a big one. Burke was writing (from the safety of England) during the French Revolution, forming his philosophy out of opposition to the Terror.

    He opposed both the refusal of the French aristocracy to change and the radical changes being made by Robespierre et al.

    The conservatism of Burke fully believes in the power of government to do good. But it acknowledges the potential for government -- like any powerful organization -- to do evil.

    It's a combination of a skeptical view of the nature of people -- government being necessary, in part, to protect us from our worse instincts -- and a skeptical view of power wielded without check.

    So while Burke might have opposed something like the ERA in his own time, someone like Burke dropped into the US of the 1970s, where women had been voting and going to college and having careers for decades, would have seen no issue with enshrining their equal status in law. In fact, he would have (rightly) seen it as a preservation of liberty against backsliding by the state.

    Okay, one more quote:

    The people never give up their liberties but under some delusion.

    For a true conservative, one of the purposes of law is to firmly entrench the rights and liberties of the people. Thus more law can and does mean more freedom, if those laws are written correctly.

    Also note that for Burke, liberty is not the freedom to do as we please. Burke believed that we could not be free unless we tamed our passions; that only a people with their emotions in check could be said to be free.

    To take a more modern example, freedom does not mean the freedom to go without wearing a mask. Public health fits squarely in the realm of government, and those who defy laws written to preserve public health are not exercising their liberty, but inciting anarchy. That's a true conservative viewpoint.

    It's difficult to see, after decades of the Republican party trying to put their stance into practice, but they are not conservatives. They're radicals, shading into libertarians, wrapping themselves in a tradition they no longer follow.

    → 9:00 AM, Nov 23
  • Keeping Score: November 20, 2020

    Slow but steady.

    I'm at a little more than 7,000 words on the new novel so far this month. Behind where I need to be to finish NaNoWriMo, but further than I was a few weeks ago. That's got to count for something, right?

    Writing during the week has been difficult. Work has been...stressful, and I've needed to come in early and stay late, just to keep up. That's obviously cut into my writing time, but it's also drained my batteries before I even have a chance to sit down at the keyboard for the day's words.

    As a result, while on the weekend I built up to around a thousand words a day, during the week I've fallen back to a few hundred. Sometimes. If I'm lucky.

    There's light at the end of this tunnel, though. I've got a week of vacation coming up. A full week, when I can write at least half the day, before house and family obligations pull me away.

    It might not be enough time, even then, for me to catch up to where I need to be to reach 50K by November 30th.

    But I'm going to try for it, nevertheless.

    Hope your own writing is going well, and if you're trying NaNoWriMo, that you're slaying each day's word count, day by day.

    Onward!

    → 5:00 PM, Nov 20
  • Keeping Score: November 13, 2020

    Work on the novel has been slow but steady this week.

    I’m not getting down more than a few hundred words a day. But I am getting them down.

    The slow pace feels like a lack of time, for me. As in, I don’t seem to have enough time to gather together my thoughts about where the story should go, and then set them down. Like I have just enough time to do one, but not the other.

    And for NaNoWriMo, I need to do both.

    Hoping to be able to make up some lost time this weekend. Wish me luck!

    → 9:01 AM, Nov 13
  • Biden Defeats Trump

    You love to see it.

    Jesus, we actually fucking did it.

    We're kicking the Giant Orange Baby out of the White House.

    This is an historic victory, for so many reasons.

    First Black woman elected VP.

    First South Asian VP.

    First woman VP, period.

    A record 74 million votes and counting for the winning candidate. In the midst of a global pandemic. And while the incumbent spent months casting doubt on the entire election process.

    Biden's also the most experienced President-elect we've had in a long time.

    Obama was a one-term senator. Bush II had been a state governor, but hadn't served in the federal government at all. Same for Clinton.

    And we all know Trump hadn't worked in government at all, not even at the level of parking attendant.

    You have to go all the way back to George H.W. Bush to find a President with anything like Biden's experience. Bush I had been VP to Reagan for eight years, and before that he'd been a Congressional Representative, the US' Ambassador to the UN, and CIA Director.

    It's a good precedent. Bush I was a steady hand at the wheel, avoiding the quagmire in Iraq that his son would jump into feet-first, and navigating the end of the Cold War with grace.

    But maybe a better parallel for Biden is even further back, nearly sixty years back, with LBJ.

    Like Biden, LBJ served for decades in the US Senate before becoming VP to a younger, less experienced, but more charismatic President. And when he took office, he was seen as carrying the burden of finishing what the previous President had started. Just we look to Biden to consolidate and extend Obama's legacy.

    Thankfully, LBJ was a master at getting legislation passed, which is how a Texan ended up signing both the Voting Rights Act and the Civil Rights Act.

    Biden's going to need some of that skill to work with Congress, especially if the Republicans hold onto the Senate and McConnell decides to continue his role as Majority Roadblock.

    We can only hope the parallel holds that far. Goodness knows we could use some good luck, here in the States, after four years of being cursed with the worst administration in over a hundred years.

    → 9:00 AM, Nov 8
  • Keeping Score: November 6, 2020

    I thought writing during a pandemic was hard.

    Turns out, writing during a tight election where one of the candidates has spent the last several months shouting "Fraud!" at the top of his lungs whenever someone mentions mail-in voting (while casting his own votes via mail) is even harder.

    So I did start working on a new novel this week, for NaNoWriMo. And I have worked on it each day.

    But I've made very little progress. Only 1,424 words to date.

    I'm trying not to stress about it. I have enough to worry about already, from work happening on the house to day-job deadlines looming next week to the pandemic getting worse in my city to trying to help my wife convince her mother that no, in fact, Biden will not come personally to her house to confiscate the guns she doesn't have and disband the police department.

    It's a lot.

    But I want to tell this story. I've been thinking over these characters for a few months now, and I want to see where they go. I want to show you their world.

    I just have to build it first.

    What about you? If you're doing NaNoWriMo, how is it going?

    → 9:00 AM, Nov 6
  • Please Vote

    The Washington Post has a comprehensive run-down of everything the Trump regime has broken over the last four years. The list is long, and it starts from the very first day of their time in office.

    We need to roll it all back.

    But more than that, we need to fix the broken parts of American democracy, that have allowed a minority government to stall progress and enrich themselves at the expense of the rest of us.

    We need to reform the Supreme Court. Justices should have term limits. And the power the justices have arrogated to themselves of deciding the constitutionality of laws passed by Congress should be removed, and placed in a completely separate, explicitly bi-partisan, Constitutional Court.

    We need to abolish the Electoral College. We elect governors and mayors directly. We should elect the President directly, too.

    We need to admit both Washington D.C. and Puerto Rico as states. They deserve the full rights (and responsibilities!) of citizenship.

    Finally, we need to address the balance of power between Congress and the Executive. Congress should take back powers it's given away, like the ability to declare a state of emergency.

    And it should reduce the powers of the executive branch where they have been delegated. For example, border patrol agents should have no special powers to search and seize, no matter how close to the border we are. Federal police should not be able to deploy military weapons against citizens who have peacefully assembled. And moving funds between agencies or programs (when Congress has explicitly earmarked them) should be labeled a crime, and thus an impeachable offense.

    All this, in addition to specific policy shifts, like stopping the provision of military gear to police departments, ending the abuse of refugees and migrants, and rebuilding the State Department as the primary driver of foreign policy.

    It's a lot. But it's not impossible. We can do it, but it's going to take all of us.

    So please, vote. Vote not as the end, but as the beginning, of building a better country together.

    Because none of us are free, unless we are all free.

    → 9:00 AM, Nov 2
  • Keeping Score: October 30, 2020

    So I found a cure for the distractions last week: Stop reading the news.

    I'm serious. Before last week, I'd check three different news sites in the morning, first thing, before sitting down to write. I felt informed, sure, but I also used up time in the morning that I could have spent writing.

    So now I'm...not doing that anymore. I wake up and write, for about an hour, before doing anything else.

    I still read the news, of course. I just do it after my writing is done, not before.

    And so far, it's working! I've been able to churn out anywhere from 800 to 1,200 words a day, doing things this way.

    Which is good, because NaNoWriMo starts on Sunday, and I've signed up for it again.

    I know, I know. There's too much going on. I've already got a novel I need to doing additional editing passes on. And what about that series of short stories that I wanted to do, based on those horror writing prompts?

    The thing is, I logged into my NaNoWriMo account last week, just to blow the dust off it, and I realized that every novel I've ever written started out as a NaNoWriMo project.

    Even if I didn't finish the novel during that November, I got enough of a start that I eventually finished that draft.

    So I signed up. I think the previous short story idea I had, about a woman in the eighteenth century who fights to protect an endangered species -- dragons -- has enough there to be longer than a short story. I already put off starting it once, because the more I worked on it, the longer it grew.

    Well, if I just call it a novel off the bat, the length's fine, isn't it?

    As training, I'm working through Lisa Cron's Story Genius. It's got a series of exercises for drilling into the bedrock of your story and figuring out what really makes it tick, so (presumably) writing the novel itself becomes easier. For example, writing a full scene from your main character's past that shows the origin of the internal issue they're going to work through (in the course of the novel).

    I'm doing it for the horror short story, for now, not the novel (not yet). First because, well, doing it on the novel would be cheating. Second because I've not used this book before, so I wanted to try it out on something small to see if it works for me. And third, because I was kind of flailing on the short story. I hoped some structure would push me forward.

    And it has, so far. As I mentioned, I've been churning out backstory scenes, working through my main character's personal issues so I know just what situation will push them out of their comfort zone (and into the plot).

    I'm hoping to have enough worked through before Sunday that I can at least write a first draft of the story, and get it out of the way before I need to focus on the novel.

    But if not...Oof. I'm not sure what I'll do. Start the novel, I suppose, in order to keep up with the NaNoWriMo pace? And pick up the short story on the other side, in December.

    If any of you are doing NaNoWriMo this year, look me up! My user name's mindbat , let's be writing buddies, and help keep each other's spirits up!

    → 8:00 AM, Oct 30
  • Keeping Score: October 23, 2020

    Distractions piling up this week.

    First, there's the upcoming election, which has my stomach in knots. We need to kick out the current regime in the US, but even if voted out, will they go? Even if they leave, what will they destroy on their way out?

    Second, we're having some work on the main bathroom in the house. Which has meant days where the water's shut off. Days where the workers pounding on the floor right above my makeshift office feels like they're hammering directly into my skull.

    Third, the short stories I've been sending out, including the one that I feel is the best thing I've written to date, are getting rejected, one by one. I know I'm not supposed to take that personally, but they make me question myself.

    I mean, what am I doing, really? Building a writing career out of fifteen minutes here, thirty minutes there? Who am I fooling?

    The writers whose stories I know, the ones that have made it, all have spent more time on it. More time writing, more time editing, more...time, in general. I don't know if it's a constant source of tension with their families, but...I can't take that kind of time.

    So I'm down and doubting, dear reader. Unsure of myself, and this thing that I'm doing.

    I don't want to quit, but...if all my writing has is a weird half-life, scraped together from minutes in the day, is it something I'll ever be good enough at? And if all I'm doing is doodling on scraps of paper that might end up on the fridge if I'm lucky, why am I doing it?

    → 8:00 AM, Oct 23
  • Keeping Score: October 16, 2020

    Did I say five new flash stories last week?

    At my current pace, I'll be lucky to finish one.

    Apparently, I forgot how hard a first draft can be.

    I am working on one, though. It's a sweet little story about a group of kids who turn cannibal.

    ...did I not mention it was horror?

    I'm sketching it out, 100 words at a time. I say sketching because I'm writing it in patches, jumping from place to place in the narrative instead of writing it straight through. It's a way for me to get past any block I have writing a certain section. I can skip ahead, or go back to a previous scene, and come back to the part that's giving me trouble later.

    It's working, because I'm already eight hundred words in. That also means this is likely not going to be a flash piece, unless I trim it way down after. Which is fine, but once again shows I'm not a great judge of how big the story will be based on the idea I have. Maybe that's something that will develop over time, as I write more pieces of various sizes?

    Meanwhile, the novel's heading out to beta readers. And I've got some time now to pay attention to where my short stories are going, and start submitting them again.

    Which means I'll start getting rejections rolling in again. Each one still stings, but...really, there's no other choice. Write, Finish, Submit: The last step there is as crucial as the others.

    Hope where-ever you are, you're able to keep writing, eight months into this pandemic. Using whatever tricks you can to keep your creativity alive.

    → 8:00 AM, Oct 16
  • Keeping Score: October 9, 2020

    It’s done! The edits are done!

    Well, this round of edits, anyway...There’ll be more, down the line.

    But the third draft of the novel is finished!

    This is the first draft that I feel can be seen, so I’m sending it out to beta readers, hoping to get some good (meaning: useful and thorough, not merely positive) feedback.

    I’ll also need to send it to sensitivity readers, because some of the characters are from ethnic groups outside my own. I think I’ve done them justice, but I know I’m not the best judge of that. So I’ll ask some friends of mine to be additional readers, letting me know if I’ve messed anything up.

    While I wait (and lean into my reading, to unwind a bit), I'm going to work on a short story or three.

    Or five.

    I found a horror anthology that’s accepting flash fiction on five different subjects through December. The topics are broad enough that I’ve brainstormed a few different story ideas for each.

    Since they’re flash pieces, I thought I’d write one up for each topic, and submit them all (which they allow). Five little stories for my brain to chew on while I take a break between editing passes.

    What about you? What do you do, between revisions of a longer work? Or do you take any sort of breathing room between them, at all?

    → 8:00 AM, Oct 9
  • Galaxy's Edge: Black Spire by Delilah S Dawson

    I turned the corner, and my soul left my body.

    My wife says I walked around slack-jawed, not speaking, not noticing anyone or anything else.

    It was our first trip to Galaxy's Edge, at Disneyland.

    We'd been walking around the other areas of the park all day, in the lingering heat of early October, 2019. I'd wanted to go to Galaxy's Edge straight away, but our friend had insisted we wait till the sun went down. When the crowds would thin, and the lights and special effects on the buildings would come out.

    She was right.

    Because when we finally made it there, the park was perfect. Not empty, but not crowded. Cool enough to walk around, but not yet cold.

    And everything was lit up.

    I've been ambiguous about a lot of things Disney has done with the Star Wars franchise. But that day, in that park, I forgave them everything.

    Because they nailed it.

    The streets, the buildings, the design of the doors, the mother-fucking Milennium Falcon sitting right there, looking every inch a hunk of junk that's ready to race around the galaxy. They even got the sound of the floors in the Falcon right, our shoes click-clacking on the floor panels exactly as if we were being followed around by a foley artist from Lucasfilm.

    It was...uncanny.

    And I wanted to go back the very next day.

    As you can imagine, though, we haven't been. We told ourselves we could return in the spring of 2020, just in time for my birthday.

    What naïve summer children we were.

    Thanks to the pandemic, there's no return trip in my near future. No immersion in the world of Black Spire Outpost.

    Except through fiction.

    So I picked up Dawson's book set on the world the park is meant to represent. I wanted to go back there, even for a moment, to let her words guide my imagination in invoking the spirit of the place.

    Too much to ask, perhaps. But I had high hopes after reading Dawson's Phasma, where she introduced two new characters -- Vi Moradi and Cardinal -- while building out Phasma's backstory. That turned out to be a Mad-Max-via Star Wars tale wrapped inside a spy story; an incredible balancing act.

    And once again, Dawson pulls it off, weaving a high-stakes story with a small-scale focus. She brings back both Vi and Cardinal, filling out more of their arcs and letting both of them shine.

    But.

    Something bothered me all throughout the book. I didn't know what it was at first, just a vague unease in my mind as I read along.

    It wasn't until halfway through the novel that I realized what it was: the colonial attitude of Vi and the Resistance towards Batuu (the planet on which Black Spire Outpost is located).

    Let me explain. No spoilers, I promise.

    When the story begins, Batuu is not involved in the conflict between the Resistance the First Order. It's too small, too unimportant. The war has passed it by.

    Which is one reason Vi is selected to go there, as some place the First Order won't be paying attention to.

    Logical on the face of it. But it's the start of my problems with the story.

    Because no one on Batuu invites the Resistance there. No one on Batuu wants to be involved in the conflict, at all.

    The Resistance just assumes they have the right to build an outpost there, regardless of what the local population wants.

    Which means they assume they have the right to bring the war there. To bring violence and death with them. Because they know the First Order is going to eventually discover said base, and when they do, they will respond with oppressive force.

    And throughout her stay there, Vi repeatedly acts like a colonial officer sent to a "backwards" place:

    • She quickly makes a deal to steal an ancient artifact and use it to bargain for supplies (instead of leaving it alone, as she has no rights to it)
    • She assumes the right to squat in ancestral ruins that the people on Batuu consider sacred
    • She receives medical care from a local elderly woman, which saves her life, and her thanks is to rip the woman's only help -- her grandson -- away from her. She thinks she's right to do so, as it's "for the greater good"
    • She's constantly saying things like "Don't they realize I'm doing this for their own good?" every time she can't bend someone to her will
    • When she finds herself using local expressions and greetings, she doesn't think of it as being respectful, but as "going native"

    I could go on.

    It's a frustrating flaw in an otherwise fantastic book. I like Vi, I like the other characters, I like the story, I even like the ending.

    But the constant attitude of Vi and the Resistance that "we know better than you, so we're going to make these choices for you" is so...belittling, so arrogant. It feels out of character for a movement that says it's all about free will. And yet totally in line with the way we Westerners usually interact with other countries.

    I still recommend the book. It's the next best thing to being there, in the park. Which is an incredible achievement, despite the problematic nature of some of its plot points.

    → 8:00 AM, Oct 5
  • Keeping Score: October 2, 2020

    I've been having incredibly vivid dreams.

    Dreams that fade from memory when I wake up.

    Parts of them linger, though. An accusation that was hurled at me. A song someone else was singing.

    I think it means my unconscious mind is...bored? I haven't worked on anything new in a while, since I decided to focus on the novel edits. And as I near the end of the novel, those edits are becoming more re-phrasing and less re-writing. Less work for my imagination to do.

    So I wonder if that's why my dreams have suddenly become full-color 3D rousing soundtrack level productions. It's my unconscious saying "give me something new to work on!" while I keep saying "not yet."

    Because I do lean on my unconscious mind a lot when writing. Drafting or outlining, I'll often hit a wall, a place in the story where I'm not sure where to go, and I'll stop there for the day. Literally sleep on the problem, and come back the next day.

    Usually, by the time I return to the work, I've got a solution. My unconscious has chewed on the problem all night, and delivers it up to me when I need it.

    After...well, years...of working together like that, I'm wondering if my unconscious misses it. Even in the midst of a pandemic, even when I think (consciously) that I can't work on two things at once, it's saying "let's give it a shot."

    So I guess I will! I'll pick up the new story again, wrap up its outline, and start drafting.

    Or maybe even just dive into the drafting part, who knows? The outline's mostly done, and it's the writing itself that works out my unconscious the most.

    What about you? Do you rely on your unconscious mind for help in your writing? Has it ever sent you a message, like it seems to be doing to me?

    → 8:00 AM, Oct 2
  • I Went Camping Again and All I Had was This T-Shirt

    Let's try this again, shall we?

    "Where's my backpack?"

    It's Friday evening. We've just unpacked the car on this, our second weekend camping trip.

    And my backpack is missing.

    The backpack that contains everything non-food I brought for the trip: my clothes, my sunscreen, my toothpaste. A jacket for chilly mornings. A hat for when we go hiking. A book for reading during downtime. Extra solar-powered lights, so we don't have to setup the tent in the dark.

    Even the lower parts of my camping pants, which can detach via zipper to become shorts, are in there.

    My pants are literally missing.

    We searched the car multiple times. Checked in every other bag. I even looked in the cooler, in case it had somehow been shoved in there along with the food and soda.

    It was gone.

    Later, after we got home, we saw it laying on the floor of the garage, waiting to be loaded into the car. Left alone, like a kid picked last for a basketball team.

    So I had to go the weekend without it.

    I slept, ate, hiked, all in the same clothes for three days. My scent was...not good, let's say, by the end of things.

    And while we were hiking through the desert, with scraggly succulents clawing at my legs, I dearly missed the lower part of my pants.

    Hiking through a grove of Joshua Trees

    But everything else? We made do.

    I borrowed my wife's hat for hiking, and she used a spare umbrella we keep in the car.

    I borrowed her rain jacket for the mornings, to keep off the chill (It didn't rain in the desert. She brought it as a spare, which turned out to be excellent foresight).

    We shared sunscreen and bug spray.

    And avoided people, of course, because it's still an effing pandemic.

    So all that other stuff? Turns out I didn't need it. Not once.

    And other than that, the trip went well! We found a way to foil the bees (bug spray to repel them + a water bowl off in the distance to attract them). We took the pups for a hike around and up some rock formations (in a day-use area, on-leash). We ate the food I spent all Friday cooking, at one point munching on some chilled paninis in the shadow of a boulder after a short hike out from the car.

    We are, it seems, actually getting better at this.

    The view from the bottom
    View from the top
    View towards the next rock formation over

    Sleeping is still an issue. Between loud campers and smoke, it's difficult to get a full eight hours. Cooking is fraught, between the invisible burner and the bee invasion.

    And we seem to get caught in traffic every time we go. We apparently leave at the exact right time to get jammed up in rush hour, every weekend.

    But this trip was better. The missing backpack was the biggest thing, and it turned out to be not much of an issue at all.

    We're already planning our next trip out.

    → 8:00 AM, Sep 28
  • Keeping Score: September 25, 2020

    I can't believe Breonna Taylor's killers are going to walk free.

    I mean, I can believe it, in the sense that racism is real and cops are killers and they're killers because they kill and get away with it in this country.

    But it's just...hard to grasp that after all we've been through, these United States, in 2020, a group of people could decide it's just fine to charge into the home of one of their fellow citizens and murder them, so long as the murderers are wearing badges.

    It's also hard for me to wrap my head around the President of the United States saying for months that the only election he could lose is a fraudulent one, and there's no howls of indignation from his side of the aisle. No Senators lining up to condemn his words and ask that the House open a new impeachment investigation.

    Nothing. Not a fucking peep.

    Meanwhile in my state, in supposedly progressive California, we still use inmates as firefighters, paying them perhaps a dollar a day, which is slave labor by any other name. And once they've served their time, if they happened to have been born somewhere else, we hand them over to ICE for deportation.

    Oh, and there's still a pandemic on, so walking around outside to enjoy the air newly-cleared of smoke and ash means constantly dodging people who aren't wearing masks.

    So it's all I can do right now, when I'm not doomscrolling, to keep editing the novel. One chapter at a time.

    I feel like I should be making more progress. Editing more than one chapter a day. Maybe even racing to the finish line.

    Or picking up the story I was outlining a few months ago, and starting to actually put words to paper.

    But I can't.

    I just...can't.

    The writing spirit is very willing, but the writing flesh, the meaty brain and hands that would summon words from the void, are quite busy right now.

    So I press on, one chapter at a time. I'm not stopping, but I'm not able to move any faster right now.

    Because this book's become even more important to me, lately.

    It's about prisons. It's about all the different kinds of people that get locked up, and why. It's about exploitation, and greed, and how it's all kept going by the people that look the other way. The ones that hold their noses so they can benefit.

    It's also about forgiveness, and change. About making yourself vulnerable again, after holding onto a hurt for so long.

    I want to finish it. I need to finish, to have this story told. To share it.

    There's not much else I can do, so I'm doing this.

    Voting. Donating. Speaking up.

    And writing.

    → 8:00 AM, Sep 25
  • Good Economics for Hard Times, by Abhijit Banerjee and Esther Duflo

    A frustrating book. One minute, it'll be knee-deep in the blinders and false-assumptions of economics, the next it'll flip and call out economists for being too focused on GDP and not enough on human dignity.

    That kind of whiplash makes me not trust anything the authors say. They're too inconsistent for me to be able to piece together a coherent approach or worldview for them.

    Or argue with their takes. I mean, how do you approach someone who believes the B.S. that Silicon Valley has been spouting for decades about being "disruptive" (instead of the truth: they're VC funds chasing the bubble-high returns of monopoly) but also admits that increasing automation can displace people who should be helped?

    Or a team that argues that GDP should not be used to measure growth anymore -- and even that growth is not that important -- but also uses GDP growth in their arguments for other policies (for example, that immigration does not hurt the societies that accept immigrants)?

    It's all over the place.

    If anything, this book further convinces me of the limits of current economic thinking. So many times, the authors posit a problem ("why don't people move around more?") that has obvious answers as soon as your take your head out of the economic sand.

    I mean, so many of the things that make it hard for them to "explain" why humans act the way they do are fundamental ideas in economics that have been debunked.

    Amazon isn't profitable because of its size. Amazon was a business failure for decades, that Bezos kept afloat through his access to capital. Only in the last few years, when it's become an illegal monopoly and so can flood the moat around its market, has Amazon turned a profit.

    The authors swallow the Amazon line because they're still beholden to the economic idea that bigger means more efficient. But anyone that's ever worked in a large org knows that bigger organizations are less efficient than smaller ones. They just wield more economic power, and so can remain large.

    And they find it hard to explain why people don't move around more (from poorer places to wealthier ones) only because they rely on the economic model of human behavior, which posits that people always act to increase their wealth, and do so efficiently.

    Which is obvious bunk to anyone who has, you know, spent time around actual people.

    The authors whiff on basically every issue they address. They find it hard to calculate the costs or benefits of social media, when Facebook's balance sheet is publicly available (proving social media is big business). They advocate for helping immigrants find their way in a new society, without pointing out that the policies they recommend -- job matching, housing, child care -- would benefit everyone if implemented universally, not just the displaced (and so be more politically viable).

    In the end, I think they themselves sum up the book's "insights" best:

    Economics is too important to be left to economists.

    Well said.

    → 8:00 AM, Sep 21
  • Keeping Score: September 18, 2020

    I'm turning the editing corner, into the final third of the book.

    I'm a little nervous about this section. The middle edits were smooth sailing, but the closer I get to the end, the more things need to line up perfectly. I need to make sure threads are getting wrapped up, that I haven't skipped any scenes, that everything makes sense.

    I need to keep the whole novel in my head at this point, basically, in order to keep it all consistent through the end.

    And the end, of course, is the most complicated part of the book. It's where the main conflict gets resolved, via multiple timelines and a perspective shift.

    I hope it works. I hope I can hold it all together.

    Because if I can, if I do, then this round of edits will be finished. And I can start sending it out to beta readers, to finally get feedback from another pair of eyeballs than mine.

    And maybe, just maybe, have their reviews back in time to make final adjustments, and have it ready to send to agents by the end of the year.

    It is...a tight deadline. But we live in hope, don't we?

    → 8:00 AM, Sep 18
  • Beware the Thirsty Bees: First Time Camping in Joshua Tree

    We went camping in Joshua Tree for the first time this weekend.

    My last camping trip was over thirty years ago. I was seven or eight, and I spent the entire three days refusing to use the filthy communal restrooms and getting bitten by mosquitoes.

    It was not a good trip. I never really thought I’d ever try camping again.

    But the pandemic has shifted things there, as it has in so many others.

    My wife and I love to travel, but there’s no way we can risk staying in a hotel or taking a plane anymore. She has a clotting disorder, and I have asthma, two of those “co-morbidities” they blame when someone dies of Covid-19. We’ve been social distancing since March: No friends, no family, no exposure. We can’t risk our health staying indoors with other people for any length of time.

    But camping's not indoors! So long as we're able to drive there -- buying gas while masked up and wrapping our hands in a waste-disposal bag before touching anything -- we can stay, outside, and keep other people at a distance. Low risk of exposure, high risk of hearing coyotes howl at night (but more on that later).

    Beyond wanting to travel, though, we have an emergency waiting to happen, in the form of my wife's mother. She's in her upper 70s, and lives 1,500 miles away, in Arkansas. If she has an accident, or any kind of health incident, it's up to us to get there and take care of her and my brother-in-law (who has special needs). We can't fly anymore, so we'll have to drive. And neither of us want to try to drive that whole distance without sleeping.

    So camping is the only safe way for us to travel, for any reason.

    Being proper nerds, we did a lot of research first. Read blog posts about camping with pups (we have two), how big of a tent to get, where to go for your first trip (close to home, which is why we chose Joshua Tree), even what pants to wear. We bought everything that was recommended, we loaded it all into the car, and we set off.

    Ah, what fools we were!

    And still, we were not prepared.

    Not prepared for how loud the campground gets at night, when everyone returns from hiking and sets about drinking and smoking and cutting up. Long past midnight, we'd hear people singing and carrying on. Both nights we were there, I finally broke down and asked people to keep it down till morning, so we could sleep.

    Not prepared for how long it really takes to setup camp. At home, when we practiced, we had everything up and ready in 30 minutes. But out there, at night (once), or in the heat of the day (the second time), it takes longer, and it feels much much longer. Between getting there, setting up the first night, then deciding to switching campgrounds the next day, then packing up for good the last day, I think we spent most of our time just setting up and tearing down.

    Not prepared for the, um, toilet situation. I'll spare you the details, but basically we couldn't use the communal toilets, so we brought our own. And...let's just say "leaving no trace" is good for the environment but not enjoyable in any shape or form.

    And not prepared for the bees! Those thirsty, thirsty, bees.

    They swarmed our water jug. They swarmed our food while we were cooking. They swarmed our toilet (I told you it wasn't fun). And they were aggressive, too, the little buggers, as if we owed them something. Sometimes the only way to get them off was to run by the water jug, whose sweet smells of moisture would pull them away.

    Our campsite, before the bees descended on us.

    So after coming back, I'm stiff, I'm sore, I haven't slept well in two days, and any buzzing makes me clench.

    But we're going back in two weeks! Why?

    One, because we have to. We simply have to get better at camping if we're going to be able to come to my wife's mother's aid when she needs us.

    Two, because this was just our first trip! We were bound to mess it up, no matter how much we prepared.

    And we can fix a lot of what went wrong!

    Choosing the right campground from the start (we've already reserved it) means we won't have to waste time breaking down and setting up twice.

    The backdrop for our second and final campsite. Unbeatable, right?

    Making meals ahead of time and bringing them along (rather than cooking) will mean less water exposed for the bees to swarm on (and less fuss setting up camp).

    Taking a pavilion with us will mean we have some shade from the sun, no matter what time of day it is.

    Using the rain fly on the tent will keep out smoke at night, so we can breathe.

    Packing less ice in the cooler will make it lighter, and easier to find things we pack in there. And that means more room for things like water and soda; we packed water bottles, but left them out of the cooler, which is a thing so foolish in hindsight I want to reach back in time and slap myself for it. No soda meant that my wife's headache from sun exposure and dehydration joined forces with caffeine withdrawal to take her out for the latter half of our last full day there.

    And leaving the pups at their "camp" (an outdoor boarder) will mean we can explore the park this time, taking trails and hikes that they aren't allowed on (which is all of them, I mean they want to keep it wild and let the animals that live there feel safe, so dogs aren't allowed anywhere except roads and campsites).

    The trail starts just outside our camp, but we can't go...

    So we're doing it again! Wish us luck; or better yet: Got any tips to share for two tenderfoots who are trying to get this right?

    → 8:00 AM, Sep 14
  • Keeping Score: September 11, 2020

    It struck me this morning that the pace at which I come up with new story ideas has slowed down.

    Time was I couldn't go a day without being struck by some story idea, and having to write it down.

    These days, I feel like all of my ideas are about the book or the story I'm currently working on. Nothing new, no bolts of lightning, just new ways of looking at the characters or the situation I'm already creating.

    And that made me nervous. Like, what if the well's run dry? What if once I finish these stories, that's it? Nothing else comes?

    To banish those thoughts, I remind myself of two things.

    First, it's a pandemic. Not to mention my state is currently on fire (the evidence of which is clearly visible in the sky outside my window). I'm allowed to feel a bit more stressed, and that means my brain isn't functioning at 100%.

    Second, it's okay to not be constantly throwing out new ideas. In fact, it's a good thing. Plowing my creative energy into what I'm working on, rather than dreaming up new work to take on, is exactly what I should be doing. The fact that my brain doesn't feel the need to go wandering for a new story to work on means this story's interesting and deep enough to keep it occupied.

    It's a positive sign, not a negative one. And it should be embraced.

    As for the novel itself, work continues. I'm still going through a chapter a day, giving myself the time to really look at each scene and fix the things that need fixing. A line of dialog that doesn't work. Some blocking that no longer makes sense.

    Okay, not everything. Some things I'm leaving for another pass.

    Like in the last chapter I edited, there's a shift in one character's dialog. They go from speaking somewhat formal English to a less-formal syntax. It's subtle, and it still sounds like the character, but it's there.

    I like the shift, and I think it's appropriate for the situation in that chapter. But in order to keep it, I need to go through and make sure that shift happens every time that situation comes up, so it feels deliberate, and not like a mistake.

    Alternatively, I could go through and make the character's dialog pattern the same everywhere. That might be easier, but I think there's something that will be lost if I do that. There's information encoded in the way they shift their speech according to who they're speaking to, and I'd hate to lose that.

    So yes, even as I go through this pass, I know I'm going to need to do another. But that next pass will be more focused, and thus faster, than this one. At least, that's the intent.

    What about you? When you do your editing, do you tackle everything in each pass? Or do you break it up into different read-throughs?

    → 8:00 AM, Sep 11
  • The Red Tent, by Anita Diamant

    I'm ashamed to say I'm not sure I knew Dinah's name, before reading this.

    I knew parts of her story, from my youth, when I heard the Bible tale. How the sons of Jacob tricked every adult male in a town to become circumcised, just so their king's son could be granted the privilege of marrying Jacob's daughter.

    How they then slaughtered the town while the men were laid up healing.

    In church, the story's presented as a righteous thing, a sign of their cleverness. How they could outsmart their enemies.

    No one said anything about Dinah. How she might have felt about things. Or about the wives and daughters of the murdered men. They were background characters, unimportant to the morality of the tale.

    So how amazing, then, that Diamant has put Dinah front and center. Breathed life into her, filling in her story and giving us a complete account of her journey. Of her mistakes and triumphs. Of her hopes and fears.

    It's an incredible feat to pull off. And Diamant covers not just Dinah's life, but her mothers' lives, too, starting from the moment they met Jacob, so we get the fullest picture possible of Dinah's situation, of her time and place.

    She gives us a sense of the rhythms of their existence, both day-to-day and year to year, without ever getting bogged down in too many details (or leaving things so vague as to be unhelpful).

    And what rhythms! Diamant invokes the feel of the ancient world, the sounds and the smells, the hassles and the joys. And it's a woman's world that she brings to life, the rituals of childbirth and the red tent, the offerings to multiple gods, the hard work of cooking and farming and making, well, everything. T

    he men are present, but it's not their story. It's not their world.

    Diamant's succeeded so well in showing us this world, in fact, that it's her story, Dinah's story, that I remember more vividly now, not the ones about her brothers. Which feels...proper. The way it should be.

    Better to remember the healer and midwife, perhaps, than the tricksters and killers.

    → 8:00 AM, Sep 7
  • Keeping Score: September 4, 2020

    Is it bad to enjoy reading your own book?

    I'm still working on the novel, still plugging away at editing one chapter a day. It's about all I can do, given my schedule constraints.

    And so far, it's...not that bad?

    I mean, I'm probably filling in gaps that are there because I know the characters, I know the setting. But I was trying to write the equivalent of an action movie, and while I think I failed at that (there's not nearly enough stunts or fights in it to qualify), I think I did manage to produce a fast-paced, sci-fi, thriller.

    Each of the chapters are short -- the longest is maybe ten pages -- which makes them easier to edit, but also easier to read.

    And I've kept the language pretty tight, as well. Not always tight enough, hence the need for edits. And sometimes I wander off into describing a character's thoughts from the outside, inside of rendering them from the inside (it's a shift in point of view that I'm still learning how to handle properly). But overall, each scene starts, flows, and then ends without a lot of fat to trim.

    Which worries me, of course. What am I missing? What am I not seeing, that I need to fix?

    It reminds me of something the write C Robert Cargill tweets about a lot: That when you look at your work, and hate it, part of it is because of the difference between your skills and your taste. Your taste is likely far more sophisticated than your skills, starting out. You enjoy reading writers far better than you. And that's good! Your sophisticated taste is what lets you see the problems in your own work, which you can then fix.

    So I have to wonder: Has my taste declined? Have I been slacking in feeding it new works, so I can be critical of my own?

    Or am I just still too close to this book?

    Either way, I'm not upset at these chapters. They're not so horrible that I wouldn't want to show them to someone else.

    Which perhaps is good? And maybe the point of doing all these editing passes and rewrites. To get the book to a point where I think it's ready to be seen by other people.

    Flawed still, probably, yes. But good enough to go out to beta readers, and eventually (after more edits) agents. That should be the goal, right?

    And if I'm getting there, I should feel good about it. Not dread.

    Note to self: Stop feeling dread.

    → 8:00 AM, Sep 4
  • Foreign Affairs: September/October 2020

    I've got subscriptions to half a dozen different magazines, most of whom I don't get through.

    So I'm trying something new this month: reviews of different magazines, which highlight stories or articles that stuck with me. I'll also be honest about any sections that I skipped out on, and why.

    My hope is that it'll incentivize me to read them through, and hopefully point you, dear reader, to articles and magazines that you might otherwise miss?

    So here we go:

    Overview

    The theme of the issue is "The World That Trump Made," but its contents don't bear that out.

    If anything, the articles drive home the fact that Trump has been mostly ineffective or inactive in global affairs. As a result, the world is one that others have made: Japan, China, Russia, Iran, Israel, etc.

    And they will continue to do so, as long as the United States abrogates the leadership role it's played -- for good and for ill -- over the last eighty years.

    Highlights

    "A Grand Strategy of Resilience" is a fantastic pulling together of multiple threads, linking social justice movements to the ability of the US to project power abroad. The author rightly points out that an unjust and unequal society is a fragile one, and that great powers cannot weather the storms of global politics if they are not resilient.

    I love the concept of resilience, and favor using it as a lens through which to judge policy. It's the kind of concept that should appeal to both conservatives and liberals: Because who wouldn't prefer to live in a more flexible, bounce-back kind of country?

    "The Tragedy of Vaccine Nationalism" raises a problem I hadn't even considered: As different countries race to produce a vaccine for Covid-19, what will we do when/if one is found? Once made, how will presumably limited supplies be allocated? And given how global supply chains have gotten, what will we do if one country refuses to manufacture (or drives up prices on) the parts of the vaccine that its companies make?

    The author argues that we should be laying the groundwork now for cooperation in sharing and manufacturing any vaccines, so agreements will already be in place by the time one is found. But like so much else, I fear the major powers have no interest in cooperating, and no leaders capable of admitting they might need other countries.

    Disappointments

    Went into "The Fragile Republic" expecting a good summary of threats both foreign and domestic. Got thrown out of the article just three paragraphs in, though, when the authors reach back to 1798 as their framing device, but name the opposition party as the "Republicans," instead of the correct "Democratic-Republicans."

    It seems like a small thing, but it incorrectly projects the existence of the Republican Party back an additional sixty years (!). And if they can't be bothered to get that one detail right (that even this non-specialist knows), how can I trust anything else they say?

    "To Protect And Serve" sounds like it's going to be a wealth of information about police practice in other countries that we can draw from. But the other than "more training," the one reform the author advocates is a federal takeover of police departments across the US, which would be politically a non-starter and doesn't help those of us advocating reform of our local police departments.

    Skipped Articles

    I skipped out on "The End of American Illusion," an article written by someone who worked in the Trump regime and thinks only he sees the world clearly. I don't read paeans to strongmen.

    Also skipped "Giving Up on God," because I'm an atheist and the decline of religion worldwide is both not surprising (because it's been documented since the 1980s) and not worrying (ditto).

    → 8:00 AM, Aug 31
  • Keeping Score: August 28, 2020

    Made it through the intro chapters of the novel!

    I'm past the inciting event now, and heading into the chapters of the long middle.

    Most of the edits for these chapters, so far, have been small things. Removing some extra words here, adjusting the blocking of some characters there. I'm editing more to make things consistent than anything else. Haven't had to knocks wood do any major re-working of these.

    And thank goodness, because just as I turned the corner of the inciting event, I started to only have fifteen minutes a day to work on it.

    It's stress, more than anything else, but I've had some schedule shifts as well that have thrown me off. Made it hard to concentrate, to sink into the novel and see what's missing with what I've written.

    But the only way out is through, right? So I'm chugging along, working on it when I can, and trying to be patient. The work stress will pass, my schedule will get sorted, and I'll get back to spending more time on it each day.

    That's the hope, anyway.

    → 8:00 AM, Aug 28
  • Predicting the Next President, by Allan J Lichtman

    Hope. It's a hard thing to come by, for me, when it comes to the federal government.

    The election of 2016 was traumatic. My wife and I watched, horrified, as the candidate we thought not even Republicans were crazy enough to pick won first the primary, and then the general election.

    Well, "won." He lost the popular vote by 3 million, and still walked away with the keys to the White House, because of our country's old, undemocratic way of electing Presidents.

    It was so unnerving, when it happened, that we decided not to go home.

    We were living in Arkansas at the time, having moved to nurse my wife's mother back to health after she suffered a cardiovascular incident. It was our first time living in my wife's home state in seven years, and in that time, the state we remembered as slightly behind the times but neighborly had curdled into a paranoid, xenophobic place.

    Bad enough having to live there at all. Living there while their white nationalist leader commanded the federal government? While they crowed about his "achievements" dismantling the legacy of eight years of Obama's government? While they felt entitled to air out their racism and sexism with impunity, with pride, even, because their man was in the White House?

    We couldn't do it.

    So we lived on the East Coast that winter, crashing with friends -- amazing friends, to put up with us for so long -- and moved back to California, renting an apartment sight unseen. We drove cross-country, stopped in Arkansas just long enough to pack, and then moved on.

    Now, after four years of Trump's chaos, his rage and his incompetence, we've another election looming. And that same fear is back, that he'll win again, and our country, which has never been innocent, but has at times fought against its darker impulses, will instead succumb to them.

    So Lichtman's theory of presidential elections -- that the campaign doesn't matter, that the candidates themselves almost don't matter, only the past four years of governing do -- gives me hope. Because after four years in power, the GOP has lost seven (!) of his thirteen "keys" to the White House, and you only need to lose six to lose the election.

    Which means I can ignore the polls. I can tune out -- to some extent -- the campaign itself. I can focus on voting, on helping others to vote, and preventing election fraud.

    And I can hope.

    → 8:00 AM, Aug 24
  • Keeping Score: August 21, 2020

    I seem to always discover new things about the story while I'm writing it.

    It shouldn't surprise me anymore, but it does. Somehow, no matter how much time I spend thinking about and planning a scene, simply by writing it out, my brain will come up with new ideas and connections to other parts of the story.

    It's all good stuff, and I'm grateful, but it'd be a touch more convenient if I could think of these things while I'm outlining. That way, I wouldn't have to go back and revise other parts of the book to match the new things I've come up with while writing a scene.

    Don't get me wrong: the fact that I can come up with anything at all, instead of just staring at the screen like a deer caught in a truck's headlights, is fantastic.

    It's also just a tad bit annoying, sometimes.

    Which is to say: I’m making progress on the novel edits.

    Looping, patchwork, scattered progress, but progress all the same.

    Right now I’m trying to nail down the intro chapters, the first five or so. I want them to do quite a lot: Introduce the main character, and their (normal-day) problems, lay the ground work for a mystery that pops up later, orient the reader in the setting, introduce some antagonists, and make all that interesting enough so the inciting incident is worth sticking around for.

    Oh, and they’ve also got to setup the stakes for the inciting incident, have the incident itself, and then pave the way for those consequences to play out.

    It’s a heavy responsibility for those first chapters to carry. And before I started making these changes, they weren't quite up to it.

    But I think they can be! So long as I make the right changes.

    So that's what I've been working on this week, and will likely keep working on into next week.

    I feel a bit like a director on a movie, making changes to the set design between each take (and also changing the script. and the blocking. the actors hate me). I go in and add a machine there, change the readout on a display there, redirect the lighting over there, and then let the scene play out again. Or scratch a scene entirely and replace it with something new, in a new location.

    It's slow going, but it's fun! Kind of. Makes me grateful no one's had to read the earlier drafts. This one's going to be bad enough.

    → 8:30 AM, Aug 21
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