Ghosty Updates

Good news, friends of the spectral!

Ghosty: This Fenceless World has (finally) been uploaded to Smashwords, meaning that those of you with non-Kindle reading apparati, as well as those who simply would like to read said novel as a PDF on your computer, can now do so.

Ghost: White Cloud, Blue Mountain continues swimmingly, having topped 71,000 words over the weekend while its author fights offs emotional issues, back pain, and the consequences of inadequate preparation for his work week. I expect to be done before NaNoWriMo commences in November. Might invite students to tag along as a substitute for their research paper. Have to think about that one, though.

GWCBM will probably weigh in at about 80K, about 8K less than GTFW. Not sure what to make of that. It is probably what it is.

Alright. Off to work.

From the archives...a video of Carl Orff's "In taberna quando sumus" from "Carmina Burana." For those of you who don't habla Latin, it is a drinking song. A translation of the lyrics is available here.

48th Time's the charm!

A literary agency actually asked me to send in a manuscript today.

I am more than a little pleased right now.

Granted, the fellow who asked for it may decide, upon reading it, it's not for them... but hey! Doesn't change the fact it was asked for.

At least I know I can write a serviceable query letter.

It's something.

Certainly enough to keep me in the game for another day.

Back to the writing desk! :)

How to Get Rejected in 10 Minutes

I'm sure there's a way to talk about this without sounding all sour grapes, snarky, or [insert callous remark here], but in the course of my pimping Ghosty: This Fenceless World, I recently suffered this e-mailed defeat:



Thanks, but not for us.

[name redacted],
Author of [TITLE OF BOOK redacted] (Writer Digest Books)
[name of agency redacted]
(718) 555-5344
[blog address redacted]
visit [website address redacted]

Twitter:[account redacted]

***

Why did this one get to me?

This wasn't my first rejection, by any means, but as I read it, I realized that the agency spent more time pimping its products than rejecting my work.

Not enough we're shooting you down, but while you're reeling, how about purchasing some of our fine products? It's like I've been bumrushed out of a fancy restaurant, but I've been encouraged to buy a t-shirt on my way out. Try to avoid eye contact with anybody, though. You might infect them with your mediocrity. (Okay, I am being a little sour grapes and snarky here, but the wound is fresh.)

I honestly would have been less upset by a three-word "Not for us."

Seriously. I know I'm one of thousands of petitioners, but please don't try to sell me crap while you're shooting me down.

Speaking of which?

Time elapsed between submission and rejection? 10 minutes.

Actually, I had the AOL window up and it said it was sent 3 minutes before I opened it, but I'll be generous and go with the inbox time.

Either way, a personal record. Suck it, fellow losers!

The Return of Ghost Dogg

DWCC dropped off the radar a few months ago, but if only 5 people follow a blog, who cares? On the other hand, when you think that we manage to be pretty self-involved as a species with the billions of stars in the billions of galaxies out there, my words among the mere millions of blogs out there are a hell of a lot weightier. So suck it.

Anyway, to catch up:

Back problems popped up this spring. I was in a pretty bad car accident at 16, and I broke my back in the Army, so I guess it was only a matter of time before it settled accounts with me. I've been moving around like a 60-year old for about 6 weeks now, and it's no fun. It's not like I want to train for the Chicago Marathon or join the French Foreign Legion any time soon, but when it starts sapping my energy for writing, then the line gets crossed. I went to the VA, and anyone who knows me can infer a lot from that.

School is over for a couple of months. It's my fourth year of teaching, and I'll admit that this one, for a variety of reasons, was the hardest yet. I've come to the conclusion that I'm not a lifer, though, and with that a number of adjustments will have to be made. I wish I could go into more detail about this, but discretion forbids me. For now.

The sequel to Ghosty: This Fenceless World is at about 17K words. Its working title is Ghosty II, but hopefully a better title will come along soon. I've sent out about 15-25 queries so far, received about 4 form rejections, and have been trying to keep my spirits afloat, to mix metaphors. When I see the river of crap that's been published out there, I tell myself: "It's not about talent, clearly. So even if your stuff stinks, eventually you will get published." At the very least, I'll self-publish by the end of the year.

I've been trying to rid myself of my negativity by rereading my Alan Watts and Zen books. I recently finished The Way of Liberation by Watts and am now rereading Zen Mind, Beginner's Mind. This summer I'm going to take up meditation again like I was doing about 10 years ago. Can't hurt.

Bought a scale a couple of days ago. I'm weighing in at a hefty (for my frame) 182. The wife and I have struck a deal that for every 10 lbs. I shed, a reward will be forthcoming. So I've been batting some ideas around: an air pistol, a complete set of the Jeeves and Wooster DVD's, a set of cigars?...more to follow. The back will be helped by the lightened burden, I'm told, and I can definitely use the exercise.

I've got a couple of ideas for short stories I want to write this summer. When I finish them, I'll post them here. One involves Henry David Thoreau. Another one is just a title: "Man vs. Totleigh Towers"--basically, how would Bear Grylls handle among Betram Wooster's horrific relatives and acquaintances.

This afternoon, a trip out of town. More on that later.

6 days until the A-Team movie comes out.

Meeting Stephen J. Cannell (Part IV)

This is a continuation. To read from the beginning, click here.

Stephen Cannell took the podium to speak. Next to him was an easel with a montage of his different productions, including a photo of him and Mr. T. (Insert "I pity the fool" joke here.) He spun some stories about his life and his beginnings as a writer, many of which can be found here in an excellent interview on "Unscripted." I sincerely urge you to watch it; I found it so inspiring I showed it to my students at school. He talked about the importance of teachers not giving up on their students, as an influential one of his didn't. He also gave a very succinct and intriguing teaser for his book, "The Pallbearers." Having tried my hand at query letters this week, this is a lot harder than it looks. I had the feeling that these stories were not ex tempore (he is on a book tour, after all), but they were delivered with a compelling freshness and earnestness nonetheless.

20 minutes later, it was time for the Q & A. I thought I'd hang back and see if other questions I may have wanted to ask were asked, and I thought the majority of the group's queries were sensible ones.

Jonny asked a primo question--"what makes a good story?"--and Stephen gave a brief explanation of the three-act structure, and also a caveat that the writer should be interested in what he's writing.

Another fellow asked for a Peter Graves anecdote. Someone else asked about the 21 Jump Street movie, and Stephen related that Johnny Depp had been in communication with him about making a cameo. The A-Team movie is going to be released June 11 (and you best believe me and Jonny will be there...book!)

Finally, Stephen called on me, and I asked:

"I'm an aspiring writer, and I know I should ask about writing, but my wife would kill me if I didn't ask this. Ice Spiders. Last winter I was at my mother-in-law's house, and we were saw it on the SyFy channel, and I was like 'Oh my god, it's Stephen Cannell! I watched it to the end just to make sure."

"That wasn't me," Stephen said. Then, immediately, chuckling: "Yeah, that was me."

A quick word about Ice Spiders. Skiiers, a nearby military base, and...and it's the SyFy channel. If you actually require more information, click here.

Why would I ask such a question? I thought he'd enjoy it--I thought it might be a change of pace from the typical questions he received...but I will say this, he handled it with poise and good humor. He talked about how he thought it was a decent script, and if the ice spiders were high quality, it would be a good movie.

"The spiders weren't high quality," he said, which is as negative as he got. I joked that I was afraid he had gambling debts, and that was why he decided to do it. He took it in stride, and related a story about how he basically became a taxi for actors flying back to L.A. (it was filmed in Utah) each weekend of the shoot.

He could have ridiculed the project, or expressed regret at having done it, but he did neither. I didn't think he'd throw anyone under the bus, but he was a lot more charitable than I expected. I even felt a little bad for having put him on the spot, to tell you the truth.

I defy anyone not to like this man, having met him. Impossible not to like him.

Next Time: Talking to The Man

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Meeting Stephen J. Cannell (Part III)

This is a continuation. To read from the beginning, click here.

Stephen sat up on one of those thick Barnes and Noble tables, and his Sigma Ki brothers gathered around. His store contact offered to fetch him something from Starbucks, which he accepted, and an impromptu Q&A took place. I wasn’t part of this group, but if words of writing wisdom were being dropped, I wasn’t going to miss out. Jonny must have been thinking the same thing, and we soon edged in on the periphery.

One of the perks of being short is that you can finesse things like that.

To be honest, I can’t remember a lot of what he said. I was a little too amped. He talked about how when he started out, he wrote 5 hours a day after work every day for 6 years, and did not sell a thing. I had heard him say this before, and I think this has inspired me more than anything else he’s said. His wife would hold dinner until 10:30 for him. Wow. That’s dedication, and I can’t believe that anyone who is willing to be that committed can but succeed.

And it is a choice. I tell my students all the time that people find the time to do the things they want to do.

And I’ve done it in my own life. When I had it in my mind to play piano professionally (I was a piano performance major at Ball State), I was practicing 5-6 hours a day during the week, on top of my classes, assistantship, and homework. I told myself that other people may have more talent, but they will not outwork me. When I entered competitions, it was always in the back of my head that one of my competitors was out there practicing, right then. That right there motivated me to get my ass to a practice room.

I became very good. Yeah, my priorities changed when I met my wife, and I realized that I didn’t love the piano enough to make it my career, but what the experience taught me was that a person’s ceiling is far higher than they ever suspect, given enough work. People are really bad judges of what they’re capable of. Better just to assume no limits.

I guess that’s why what Stephen was saying resonated so much with me. Because I knew it was true. And if I’m not where I want to be, a large part of it must be that I simply haven’t worked hard enough yet. It’s not going to come to me. I have to go get it, like he did. Plus, unlike Stephen, I’m not fighting dyslexia, so what’s my excuse? Exactly.

After the event, my buddy said that the amount of work he put in after a full day on the job made him feel like a pussy. Ditto, Jonny, ditto.

Gustave Flaubert said that talent is a prolonged patience. Dorothy Parker said the secret to writing is getting your ass in the chair. It’s all true.

About twenty minutes before seven, Jonny suggested that we find a seat. It was a good thing he did, because mentally, I was swimming. As fortune would have it, there were two seats available right in front of the podium. I had a fleeting thought that we should take a pass on them so someone elderly, hard of hearing, or disabled could sit there, but it was only a fleeting thought. The idea of being less than 10 feet away from one of my few living literary heroes made me grab that seat like it was the last one in a game of musical chairs.

I started thinking about the question I would ask.

Next time: Ice Spiders!

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