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July 30, 2007

Final Countdown

We have hit the final countdown, Erin and me. This is it. This week. To see the countdown clock, which seemed really big when I started it, go to wedding.sw-c.com and you can see that the days are sub-3 with hours to go. As Erin’s mom likes to say (or has said, to me, once) it’s four sleeps and a wakeup. The ceremony is at 10 a.m. on Friday and by 10:20 a.m. we will be Mr. and Mrs. Hattaway rather than John and Erin. We will still be John and Erin, its just that we will be more tied together than the nearly 100% of our free time would currently suggest.

Anyway, several people pointed out that this past weekend was the last one where Erin and I would be single people. We were at church and were getting some encouragement and congratulations as we wandered from one room to the next for the various meetings. The outcome, as always, is that I have to weigh the amount of excitement and anxiety that comes with this information and encouragement with the amount I show in interest and, well, just in general.

I really do appreciate people and their encouraging words. One such, was talking with our bishop whom I felt needed to be invited to the ceremony whether they could come or not (I suspected they couldn’t). He asked, “Are you ready?”

I said, “No. Is anyone ever ready?”

Since there were three or four men standing around, they all chimed in, “Nope.”

I said, “Then I guess I am in the place I need to be,” thanked the bishop for his time and left to change clothes and acquire Erin a heating pad.

Anyway, this is the last week. We are getting married. It is getting close to being absolutely terminal. Exciting and scary all at the same time.

People are going to fly in to town this week. Erin’s dad is getting here Wednesday night, I think. Rebecca’s husband, Keith, flies in Thursday night and Jordan will pick him up and transport him down to Manti, that night. Rebecca made it to Cortez the other night. Most of the siblings have said they are coming to at least something; on top of which, it sounds like the majority of my mothers siblings are coming to the temple in the morning while the one that can’t is coming to the reception that evening. After meeting, and reacquainting myself with many of these people, I am excited to have gotten to know them, look forward to getting to know many of them better, and hope to see them on Friday.

The following Friday we will have a ring ceremony in Massachusetts near where Erin’s mom and dad live. We will have spent several days in Maine. And then we will return to Utah where we will start our lives, again, together.

For the most part, this week, for me, will consist of work, packing and moving things, making sure that the items that have to be picked up/coordinated are taken care of all so I can be in Manti Thursday evening to see both of our parents, spend time, one-on-one with them, and then wake up Friday morning (given that I sleep Thursday night) all to getting married in a very lovely building that, according to Erin, looks like a castle. Her castle.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows – postscript

I finished reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows last night. It’s taken me, what?, a week to read. Not too bad given that Erin and I have this impending wedding-thing happening on Friday (10 a.m.). And I work a full-time job, and I am writing the first draft of my Alicia Grey novel (a book that is book one of (at least) five). And I am trying to finish moving my stuff from my apartment to the married apartment.

However, at some point in between waking up and getting to the married apartment yesterday before church I decided it was time to sit down and finish the story which, though in excess of 700 pages, was not taking a long time to read.

As a result, I finished, last night, reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows. The book was, at the same time, very good and very hard to read. It was good in the sense that J.K. Rowling is very good at story telling, and very hard because, in order to move the action forward, she uses a lot of expository story telling where she goes in to a lot of details, sometimes on the edge of being boring, to describe what is meant to be happening between periods of action. This is not bad, it is also something, in some cases, I thought could’ve been toned down a lot to do two things: 1) make the book shorter; and 2) move the story along a lot faster.

For example, I didn’t think we needed to spend a LOT of pages working through the trials and troubles that Harry, Hermione, and Ron experience while following Dumbledore’s last quest for Harry (from the previous book). Though, at the same time, as they are searching for the various Horcruxes (again, the accomplishment of the quests is pretty interesting/exciting).

Even with the slowdown of the story for the exposition, which is used to move the story forward, I thought the book was very good. It accomplished what Rowling set out to accomplish. The Harry Potter series is a semi-epic adventure that takes a boy wizard, the boy who lived, and moves him through education and experience until he, effectively, saves the world by destroying the wizarding world, and muggles, worst enemy, Voldemort – Tom Riddle – He Who Shall Not Be Named.

What I can say, because some people may not have read the book, is that all of my theories about where Rowling was going, with the series, turned out to be true. I didn’t know how she would get there, but I did know she would make it to the end and do what I thought she was going to do; save who I thought she would save; and ultimately, Harry would come off as victor with his friends as the ones who helped him, in many ways, accomplish the things that needed to be accomplished.

In doing that, he also made some characters who, until now, had seemed rather… flat, as heroes and (to rip off another movie) more than meets the eye. I never thought that some of these characters would be the way they ended up being, heroic; or, for that matter, that when the end came, you’d see the kinds of battles that took place. However, the story begins with and ends with Hogwarts and I think given Tom Riddles (Voldemorts) obsession with the school that it is appropriate that his fall comes there as well.

Moreover, I spent almost the entire book trying to discover whether or not my principle theory from the previous book (e-mail me to find out what it was) was actually the outcome or not. I thought it was, and was very pleasantly surprised not only that I was 100% correct in theory, but also in how Rowling chose to share with the reader the information. Basically, she makes a potentially evil and bad character in to a sympathetic character who turns from bad guy in to hero very quickly.

I guess rooting for the underdog (not Harry) proved to pan out.

Anyway, because people would complain, a lot, if I gave away a lot of the details of the book I will leave my review of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows at this: I liked the book; I thought it was worth reading; I think that if J.K. Rowling had started her series with a book like this, she would NOT be a billionaire today and more than 95% of her readers would never have started the books; and I am glad she left the histories and the people open, that she didn’t describe every little detail of every person’s life… or, for that matter, allow the readers in to what careers, what trials and travails, they go through to get from where they started to where they ended up -- 19 years later.

Read it. Enjoy it. Say, “Good-bye,” and be glad that someone out there created something like Harry Potter and Hogwarts and the wizarding world of England because, in the end, I think we’re better off with it than without.

John Hattaway | smokingpen | Alicia Grey | Clockwork Princess | Bond. James Bond

July 27, 2007

The Unfortunate Mr. McCain

John McCain went to war for the United States. Since that time he has used his experience being tortured in Viet Nam. He’s served in the Senate for a lot of years. And he’s run for president a couple of time. Well, he is the current Richard Nixon. Running again and again in the hopes he will beat his own Kennedy.

So, the other day I was sitting around at MSNBC.com which links, pretty directly, to Newsweek.com and one of the pundits, the virtual talking heads, on Newsweek.com was talking about how not wanting John McCain as president was a bad sign for this nation. The reason, McCain is a Vet and had served in active military service and his fall from grace (potentially because he’s actively supported G.W. in Iraq) is a bad sign for politics and the voting public in this country.

The main issue I have with this assertion is that McCain has only ever achieved popularity as a centrist-reformist candidate who aggressively (allegedly, hard pressed to prove it to me) pushes election reform. This, however, does not denote a candidate that is a presidential contender. The Unfortunate Mr. McCain has never been a presidential contender no matter how frequently he’s chosen to run for the position. He doesn’t have the chutzpa necessary to hold the office, nor does he have the presence of someone who is meant to lead the free world OR make the important, necessary, decisions.

McCain, more often than not, is someone who is not consistent on the little decisions. After his previous attempt at running for president and G.W. winning, word on the street (and internet) was that he was considering moving to the Democrat side of the isle. He’d renounce his political religion (republicanism) and move over to a new belief structure (democratism). The outcome, at the time, would’ve been an immediate shift in power in the Senate. For some reason, he chose not to do it. My theory, at the time, was that Dick Cheney was ready to leave office and the party had promised him the vice-presidency. I was wrong; but I do believe that the party promised or threatened him with something – so he stayed.

McCain has actually acted, in public, more like the party opposition than like a party leader. He has dissented in a lot of areas. And only when it’s come to a war (that is not a declared war) that he and most of the Democratic and Republican leadership supported, has he found his voice as the chief supporter of the Iraq conflict. In short, he isn’t a party man; and he supports the Iraq conflict and troops there.

The voting public is not a bunch of idiots. They don’t look at the president and the party leadership and think, “I don’t care what he was like in the past, I like what he is showing us now,” and then vote for a man because he has a record for serving in war. A record for having been a soldier does not qualify a person to be president. We were told this, repeatedly, by the same press outlets that would suggest we are, somehow, less American or that the United States is somehow less because we refuse to vote for a man who, in many public decisions, can’t seem to make up his mind one way or the other, when Bill Clinton was running for president and his record of service (or significantly distinct lack of one) came in to question.

John McCain is a bad choice for president. The public knows, and understands, this. They know that if they vote for this man he is as likely to support the war effort as he is to pull the troops out. Under John McCain, I think the odds of our being pulled in to a much larger scale conflict increase dramatically. The American people don’t want this. They are tired of veiled information about possible threats and abrupt and uncomfortable changes to their travel schedules. They are tired of presidents who claim we need to support them, and then call the people unpatriotic for not supporting an effort that is, inherently, wrong.

Not voting for John McCain, not supporting his presidential bid, is a good thing. It is a way for the American people to strike back at the war machine that currently exists. This is the parties way of telling McCain he was last years news, and only then news when he is talking about reform. McCain’s war record should be lauded; however, that same war record should not be construed as a trump card or a prerequisite for being president. McCain, through his own actions, has proven himself a bad choice.

Friday after Thursday

I didn’t get around to doing ANY writing last night. That was frustrating (for me) since I did get around to unpacking and shelving books. What the great unpack and shelve process has taught me is that, independent of Erin, I have more books than I really have shelf space AND that together we definitely need another bookshelf. As we talked about it, we decided to rebox some of the books, put them out of sight, for the time being, and after the honeymoon go and buy another (at least) bookshelf for the office so I can move the writing books, the in queue reading books (and possibly the in queue DVD’s) out of where they are and in to where we will be working on school work, writing, and freelance stuff.

Erin’s brother decided on an apartment. It will be a little more money than he was telling me he wanted to spend, but, at the same time, the place appeared to be nice AND the room he will be in is private. His needs included high speed internet. So, I think that will work well for him. Any additional comments about roommates, place, etc., are meant to not be there.

I did buy two new shirts last night. Normally not an issue, but I’ve been wanting a black long sleeve dress shirt for a while (at least 15 years) and have never gone out and bought one. One of my problems is that, in the past, the people making them (e.g. manufacturer) have tendencies to put light grey or white buttons on a black shirt. It ruins the purpose of owning a black shirt – to look edgy. Not that I can pull of edgy or troubled artist, it’s just a look I continue to pursue.

Along with the black dress shirt I also bought (in part as a replacement) for a yellow dress shirt that got make-up on it, and then washed AND dried before I realized that I needed to treat the make-up on the shirt before washing it AND drying it. On the flip side of that, I think the shirt I bought to replace the one with make-up stains is actually a lot nicer than the one with the make-up stains; the sad part, to all of this, is that it has make-up stains to begin with and needed replacing.

The shirt was purchased for the whole wedding/marriage/leaving the reception thing we are doing on Friday the 3rd of August. I also get to wear jeans. I am excited. Let me tell you.

Let’s see… after the whole shopping thing and then stopping off at my apartment/house to pick up an outstanding bill, we started driving to the married apartment but became distracted by the prospect of bookstores, magazines, and hot chocolate (mine would’ve either been soy for milk or a spiced cider). However, when in the bookstore the lacked either of the primary magazines Erin likes to read (one of which she was introduced to by me) and I had already seen what I went to see. In the short of it, we decided hot coco was too hot and went back to the married apartment.

At this point, I continued to do stuff like shelving books (when I discovered a lack of space), listened to a TV show that is, at best, hit-or-miss with me – last night it was almost totally a miss. Anyway, once that was done, I looked around at the mess I made in clearing up the mess of moving stuff in to the married apartment and realized that I had to rethink some of my approach. Hopefully by Saturday I will have things ordered and put away.

Finally, sometime between when I got home and 4 a.m. the air mattress I am sleeping on decided it needed to start losing air. So, I woke up a couple different times sleeping in an air-hammock rather than on a semi-firm air-mattress bed. My plan is to take it back to the place I purchased it from and exchange the mattress. I do have to get the air pump Erin’s mom is using, though, as it came with the air pump, before I go and exchange it. Sleeping on an air-mattress is not fun; sleeping on a deflating air-mattress is pure hell.

John Hattaway | smokingpen | Alicia Grey | Clockwork Princess | Bond. James Bond

One Week and We're Married

From this post, it will be one week from the point when Erin and I will be getting married.

Just thought you all should know that.

John Hattaway | smokingpen | Alicia Grey | Clockwork Princess | Bond. James Bond

July 26, 2007

Moving on Through Time

Last night Erin and I drove down to Price. We’ve actually just done this once before and got pulled over coming out of Helper on the way back toward Provo. The last time it was a need to drive somewhere and be away from our respective houses; last night it was because one of my older cousins (who has kids AND grandkids) has lived in Price for the last 30 years and I wanted to go and meet him, introduce him to Erin, and personally invite him to the wedding stuff. I have reasons for things like this.

Anyway, got off work, drove to the married apartment and then waited there for Erin and her brother to get back from checking out an apartment for her brother. He has, over the course of the summer, decided that it is in his best interests to stay in Provo, stay in Utah, and continue working the job he got earlier in the summer, out here, rather than heading back to Massachusetts and Wal-Mart. The outcome was going and seeing an apartment and meeting the owner. Erin went with him.

Apparently she’s a looker.

After that we got in Erin’s car (I drove) and headed over the mountain through Soldier’s Summit and down in to Price. The issue we encountered, on the way to the canyon, was that the weather had decided to turn very negative, clouds, wind, rain, bad drivers (bad drivers are indicative of Provo) which caused us to run a bit later than we were anticipating.

Then we got to Price and had a very pleasant conversation with a cousin I know I’ve met, but had no real recollection of for the years between then and now. He works for a mine and is not, exactly, happy about that career choice, even though he’s been following it for more than 30 years. We talked for about an hour, a little more I think, and then said, “Goodnight,” and drove off in to the night.

On the way home we stopped at Taco Bell, stopped at one of my Price stops (normally pee, buy a drink, get snacks, and walk around for a bit… sure, it’s the first hour of the five to six hour trip, but at this point it’s a matter of tradition and I like the stop) and then headed up the canyon without getting pulled over in Helper as we were entering said canyon. Because we’d picked up food I told Erin we would stop just up the canyon and watch the traffic pass us by as we ate our food. So, above one of the coal mines (right before the turn-off to head up to Duchene) we stopped the car near some road equipment, turned off the headlights, left on the parking lights, and watched as cars and semis flew past us while we ate.

The drive home was, mostly, uneventful. We talked about the pleasant times we had (minus one or two) and how nice it was to meet this cousin and then, on the downward, almost back in to Spanish Fork, part of the canyon traffic slowed down a lot, there were police cruisers (or highway patrol) flashing lights, a semi went crazy flashing me to slow down, and as we got close to the police cruiser, we saw what looked, to me, like a flipped car on the side of the road. The downhill side of the road as the other side has a river next to it.

Passing the object we saw that it was a rather massive boulder sitting on the side of the highway and an officer lighting flares and dropping them around it while they waited for the large piece of moving equipment to move the boulder and debris out of the way.

Anyway, got Erin home. We said, “Goodnight,” to each other. And then I went home and prepared for bed, ending up in bed.

As a result of all that, I didn’t do any writing, though, Erin started to hiccup and when I heard her complain about it I started to make fun of her (though she didn’t act like she heard my teasing) and then it occurred to me that it was something that I might decide to incorporate in to what I am working on, now. I could totally see someone, personally self-conscious, a simple hiccup being a major issue.

More writing tonight. More news later. I think I’ve got a couple of things I want to write about, John McCain and his fall from presidential grace (read an article that claimed we should be worried); and then there is some new craziness I am going through.

John Hattaway | smokingpen | Alicia Grey | Clockwork Princess | Bond. James Bond

July 25, 2007

Alicia

I did some writing last night. Twice as many words as the night before. What I’ve done is to back up and make the early part of the book congruent with where I want the book to head. There are some distinct places I want/need the story to head. The result of that need/want is structuring the beginning so that by the time you’ve gotten to the end you’ve been on, what I hope is, an exciting romp AND there are surprises but nothing surprising.

None of that need make sense.

However, what I did discover as I was re-reading and writing forward was that I came across a section of the book that, in hindsight, I realized had a massive hole in it. Literally. When I wrote it the first time, I left out a chunk of the story because I could tell something needed to be in that spot, but I didn’t know what it was. Then, the other night, I sat there on my bed trying to get ready for sleepy-time, and I had to write more (couple nights ago) which then led me to work forward section by (currently written) section.

When I hit that section I totally saw why it just ended. I remembered (again) thinking, “I need to put something else here, I just don’t know what. I can wait until a rewrite and maybe my first reader(s) responses.” And then I moved on. It was a load (or is that schload???) of fun.

I kept writing and I kept thinking, “I am missing something,” but I didn’t think, “I need to go back and start walking my way from the beginning through to where I am currently at (day one, hour three, yadda yadda <– and no, this is not true) until I realized that what I was writing about required a few things.

First, I needed to introduce a character that plays, in parts, the roles of mentor, antagonist, joker, etc.

Second, I needed to build a foundation of months, not weeks or days, for what my “A” story to follow. The first run through on this had things happening very quickly and I needed it to slow down.

Second-A, the reason is that I needed relationships to start building as the problems also started to occur.

Second-B, I needed to build a dynamic area that would allow the protagonist and her posse to discover the things they need to discover.

Second-C, I needed to establish a level of conflict between the central character, Alicia Grey, and the person who is meant to assist her.

Third, I needed to give Alicia the recurring problem she will deal with for the length and breadth of what I plan on writing.

As I write this, I know that on top of the above, you need peers for Alicia to deal with, the good, the bad, and the ugly (Eastwood movie references are intentional). Along with peers to deal with (both friends and enemies – everyone has at least one enemy, right???), there is a need to introduce future story lines that will run along with hers. On top of all this, I am somewhat anal about making sure that the story is told third person limited; which means, I am telling this from the third person with Alicia being the (effectively) only set of eyes we are going to see the action through. If she don’t know it, neither should the reader.

Anyway, last night I more than doubled the word count from the previous night and I think I’ve built an okay foundation to really start moving forward from. I do look forward to feedback from different people, though it will still be some months between the writing and my asking for readers (I have one, well, two currently), but, you know, I want to know what people think about my teenage protagonist and her first adventure.

I mean, when I can incorporate (in my head) magic and folklore, witches and fantasy creatures, caverns, canyons, and forests and then throw in a series of lives that need fixin’, I think I am mixing together a pretty nice recipe.

John Hattaway | smokingpen | Alicia Grey | Clockwork Princess | Bond. James Bond

Less than Eight Days - or so

Erin and I are down to less than eight days. Yup. We are screaming, SCREAMING, mind you, to the finish line. It seems, sometimes, that eight months (length of engagement) was going to last forever; and yet, here we are coming to the end of that journey. We are close enough that we can see the finish line.

We walked outside, late last night, well… not really late, I was just tired, and just talked. That was nice. Since Erin’s mom has come in to town it seems that all of our time is dedicated to other people and none to us. None to our relationship. And yet, we are getting married and this, allegedly, is supposed to bring families together.

The guys at work, the ones that know and deal with me, tell me that I am becoming more and more useless. I still take a minimum number of calls per day (which, interestingly, is more than most of the people) and yet, I am useless.

Go figure.

July 24, 2007

Updates Updates Updates and Updates

I am halfway through Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows. It depressed me enough, accompanied with being tired enough, that I stopped reading it last night. This does not mean I am done reading the book, just done for last night after a rather long expository stretch of information where J.K. Rowling does an amazing job of telling her readers a lot of information and covering a lot of time (about four months) without adding anything super-substantial to the overall story – in my opinion. And yet, as I read, I found myself glued to the book.

That was last night. Crashed hard after I got home – and I got home relatively early. Didn’t want to wake up this morning, and I don’t have any recollection of the second alarm really going off (or was that one of the snoozes). I did wake up, though, and got to work a little late. Hate being late. Hate not feeling like I got any sleep, too.

Anyway, I wrote, initially, 444 words on Alicia Grey last night, decided, since it took me hours to get to that point, that it was good enough; and then got home, fell in to bed, and that is when my mind started cranking through the scenarios I’d spent the evening rewriting (444 = aggregate increase in total word count and not total words written, jsyk… total words written, given the amount of rewriting… far more significant). So, as I was trying to fall fast asleep my mind started working and I found that I had to get up and add one more piece to the initial puzzle I am building.

Once that was done, I was gone for the night. The total word count (aggregate increase) ended at 672 words. As I said, yesterday, Hemmingway thought himself lucky to write 500 words a day. And he’s published, well known, and well read.

Along the lines of things that need updating, I found some open source software for http://www.maryandkierk.com/ for when I decide to start doing that little side project. It’s installed. I was looking for ways to make some changes, but, you know, I am really just interested in what it will do and not what it is doing. That may not make sense, yet, since I am still learning the software.

Gotta tell you, finding things that work for different applications is actually rather fun. Especially when you start to find things specific to areas where you are not actively looking for something. In the case of Mary and Kierk, well… let’s see how soon that might rise to the surface, again, before I start adding content inside of that webpage as well.

John Hattaway | smokingpen | Alicia Grey | Clockwork Princess | Bond. James Bond

July 23, 2007

Another Step (or Two) Down

The weekend is come and gone. In case you are missing this bit-o-fun, for the most part, I am not updating on the weekends. This could change at some point in the future; but, at present, I think I am taking weekends off from most writing related responsibilities. Letter writing might be different, but for the most part, I doubt it.

Anyway, I slept most of Sunday. I think it is a current lack of regular and needed sleep that is causing me to crash often and hard. Marriage (like, ten days away) will be a happy thing if for no other reason than going to bed earlier because, well, Erin and I stay up as late as we can to be together before I have to go home which often means I am awake until midnight or later with a much earlier wake-up call than is (currently) desirable.

On Saturday we went down to the Springville Museum of Art and paid the rest of the money to host the reception there (thanks dad). Also, Erin dropped off the floor plan for them and we discovered that they are having, RIGHT THIS SECOND (and through the reception), the annual quilt show. Which, interestingly, was actually very exciting to me and Erin’s mom because I recall my mom saying she liked the quilt show, I suspect Rebecca will enjoy seeing the quilts (kind of her thing), AND one of Erin’s family friends who is flying out to Utah just for the wedding (and the reception) also has a thing for quilts. PLUS, it makes the process of photographing so much easier.

As a result of going to the Springville Museum of Art, we ended up having to come up with someone to be the contact person between us (e.g. the wedding party) and the museum (e.g. the reception place). That person is Rebecca. Problem with this was that we volunteered her and then asked her and before I actually asked her I told her she got to do it whether she wanted to or not and then had both Rebecca and Erin tell I needed to be nicer.

After that we went to the mall, then to church distribution for things, and then we took Erin’s mom back to the married apartment, after which Erin and I returned a cookbook I borrowed from one of my aunt’s (for candy recipes) and then went to Salt Lake to look at some stores that no longer exist in the Provo/Orem area.

I bought a pair of board shorts. I don’t, really, know what got in to me about the board shorts other than an offhand comment (repeated multiple times) by Erin about wanting to go to the beach when we are in Maine. My issue with that is that the higher in latitude you get the colder the water gets (proximity to Arctic Circle and all that) which means that, for me at least, going in to the water, sans wet suit (preferably heated dry suit) doesn’t, exactly, sound like a lot of fun; but, hey!!!, you never know and I am ALWAYS willing to experiment with new stuff.

The outcome of all this was what felt like an excruciatingly long day, though parts of it were very fun; a day that ended closer to midnight than I would’ve liked. I mean, the previous night, at midnight, we ended up at a Wal-Mart trying to buy the Harry Potter book only to see a line so long that neither Erin or I wanted to stand in it. As I looked at it, I figured I could walk in to a Borders and just buy the book the next day. And I did. Saturday night, at around 10 p.m. Erin looked at me and told me it felt closer to midnight or later, I agreed. I slept through most of my alarms on Sunday morning and when I realized I really did need to sleep longer, then slept until 1:30 or 2 when I woke up, showered, shaved, and then went to the married apartment only to discover that Erin had gone on her own form of a walkabout, except driving her car to some swings we’d gone to late one night back when she was still living south of campus.

Anyway, I made queso which, interestingly enough, means cheese and to me means “lightly spice cheese sauce” but to Erin it means cheese and she further delineates as cheese saucer. Her mom was a little worried that it was going to be spicy, but it wasn’t overtly so and everyone (except her brother who did not appear to have some -- though I, admittedly, did not pay attention to what he was eating) seemed to like it. Enough, that Erin’s mom suggested it as something we will make during the different families stay in Massachusetts in a couple of weeks as snacking/eating food for those who come and go.

After all of that I started Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows which, I have to say, is proving to be a rather enjoyable romp through the world of Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger. Harry’s turned 17. He’s allowed to use magic outside of Hogwarts, and this book is the end of a seven book (and in Harry world) seven year journey from entry into the magical world all the way through to completion of Harry’s world changing (e.g. epic) quest.

I did not work on the Alicia Grey writing project as we are down to le wire with wedding related stuff and finding clothes for after-temple/after-reception type things. Really, I didn’t think there was a whole lot I have to do and am finding there is a TON of things I get to do. However, my plans (as always) are to work on this and press forward. From what I hear Hemmingway set a limit of 500 words a day, not too shabby and easily accomplished, for himself under the premise at that rate a novel would, eventually emerge. Flemming wrote 1000 words in the morning and another 1000 at night. That is a bit faster. I know that Robert Jordan (when he was well) wrote 8+ hours a day. Tim Pratt dedicates one day a week (Wednesday’s normally) to writing his novels. Some people plan a lot, others sit down and just write a first draft and then see where they want to go. Some write for two hours in the morning (e.g. Holes author Louis Sachar) while others work for hours a couple of hours AFTER work every day.

Granted, I am now stepping back, slightly, to move forward again, revising my first section to better reflect some decisions about the major plotline, and then to draw out a map of the town everything is centered in. I want to go back and get a better handle on some supporting characters. This process, though slowing down the progression forward, does allow me to speed up what I think I am planning to do, in its many varieties, over the course of the entire work. Should prove to be fun.

John Hattaway | smokingpen | Alicia Grey | Clockwork Princess | Bond. James Bond

July 20, 2007

Secret Projects - revealed

Well, I guess, since I said I would, I should go public with what I am working on.

But before I do, I am a bit hesitant about going public. I wanted Erin and my mom to know what I am actively working on, and I do want the rest of the world to know, but, you know, there’s this thing in the back of my head that seems to get in the way of my wanting to tell the whole world what the project is.

I mean, I was up most of the night last night. At first, it was thinking about Erin and I getting married in two weeks (from today). And then it was about stuff associated with getting married. And then I was just awake and I started to think about the ramifications of telling people what I am working on and even though I’ve eclipsed, rather nicely, “Thank you,” the 10,000 word mark (self-imposed) I started to freak out a little because, as I wrote yesterday, I have this thing about middles.

So, I was awake, it was WAY past my bedtime, and I picked up a copy of one of the books I am reading and started to read it.

Then it occurred to me that I was really too stir crazy to be sitting around reading (this does not happen very often) and so I got up, put clothes on, and went for a walk. The time, around 2 a.m. I discovered that all of the weirdos come out of the woodwork, and wander around Provo, UT, at 2 a.m. There was this old dude, looked like he belonged on the back of a Harley – cept sans Harley, sitting at the 7/11 just making fun of people as they walked in and out of the convenience store.

Anyway, I made my way over to Smith’s because I was a little hungry and I don’t, normally, have food at my house (I spend most of my free time at the married apartment) and then went home. Once home, I started to pack books. Pulled out all the remaining boxes, started stacking books inside and then realized those books needed to be in my car. I moved the car in to the driveway, waited for the sprinklers to go off, and then loaded the books in to the car.

And then I noticed the camping stuff. And my wireless mouse/keyboard and other things that looked like they needed to be transferred from my house to the married apartment and ended up working through a lot of things that needed to be worked through long before last night at 2 a.m.

All of this to tell you that I am sharing what the project is, but not one second before I’ve put a lot of time in to the first 10,000 words and then considered the ramifications of actually going public with the information.

Now that you’ve slogged through all of that, the project is:

The Adventures of Alicia Grey

Specifically, I am working on the first book in what I am hoping will be a series of books. I’m not gonna share the working title, I don’t think it matters. But, as time and inspiration comes, I will be updating AliciaGrey.com with information about some of the characters, some interesting information, etc. Right now, it is still, pretty much, a template that I need to change. It will not be going back to the CMS (content management system) software that I’ve been trying to use. I just want static pages.

There you have it. I am 10,000 words in to the first book in The Adventures of Alicia Grey series I’ve been planning and plotting for a few years now.

John Hattaway | smokingpen | Alicia Grey | Clockwork Princess | Bond. James Bond

July 19, 2007

Two Days in the Valley

Well, no updates here, or on the secret project, for the past two days. The reason, I’ve pretty much been asleep for the duration. Not the entire time, but the majority of the past two days were dedicated to me not feeling so hot. Well, I felt hot, sweaty, sick. I was sick.

I did do some reading. Mostly my daily reading. I won’t go in to details. However, on top of that reading, I did some readings from a couple of books published by Writer’s Digest Books. The specific book, one that I received via UPS on Monday, is Beginnings, Middles, and Ends. My reason for buying this book, outside of the ever present In Order to Write project, is because I find I have a tendency to get ahead of the curve when it comes to writing and, as such, will do whatever I feel like doing without considering what I need to do.

In the case of a lot of my writing, I have a tendency to know the beginning, and have a very good idea about the ending, but I don’t have very little understanding of what is meant to happen between the two points. This means, for those who care and want to keep track, that I need to figure out what is happening that connects the beginning and the end together in a cohesive and coherent succession of events. As a result, my thought (last week) was, “Purchase a book on the middle parts of novels,” and then read what the author has to say.

The positive side to Writer’s Digest Books is that they get (somewhat) successful authors who also have the ability to describe/teach the material they are putting in to book form for the books they are producing. As such, I have a couple (well, one) from Orson Scott Card who is a scifi author. I don’t much care for his writing, but I think he is pretty good at teaching people HOW to write. Which, is invaluable.

With the secret project (which I hope to take public tomorrow or Saturday) I realize in advance that one of my issues is/has been filling in the information between the beginning and the end. One of the methods to discover this is to just sit down and write it all out. That’s one method. I don’t know if I like that method, but, hey, it’s there. “Grip it and rip it,” so says the advice on golfing from one of those teen movies from the late- nineties… (a.k.a. 10 Things I Hate About You).

Except, in exploring the middle, you sit down and follow the course that the ideas lead you, sit on it for a few weeks, couple of months, come back and review the material and find out what is necessary for the throughlines and what is unnecessary for them. Then, going back through, and with a heavy hand, rewriting a lot of the material to reflect what the story is meant to be.

Which really leads back to my issue, and the reason for owning books on things like Beginnings, Middles, and Ends that are designed to reflect the needs/wants of a writer who is writing stuff. In this case, a novel. A novel for a specific audience. A novel that has to have a lot of the middle stuff to build up to an ending. I have a good idea where the ending is meant to be, and what is meant to happen; but I have to build to that ending, otherwise, it’s an exercise in futility. Write the beginning, write the end who cares about the journey.

Anyway, I’ve been flipping through and reading Beginnings, Middles, and Ends for the past couple of days instead of writing. One of the reasons for this is to get some advice on how to go about plotting the middle. How do you get your protagonist from point A to point Z?

And therein lies the question I keep hoping something will answer.

The Professor from a couple of semesters ago, The Professor from the class Erin and I met in - THAT professor – has a technique that is, at best, interesting, at worst, a vainglorious attempt at creating something that is, at most, adequate. His method, and I believe I’ve written about this before, is (1) create a plot statement covering the beginning, middle, and end of the story. The plot statement should be a mini story. You should be able to tell what is supposed to happen in the book (well, in his case he is more in to screenplays than books) through that one statement.

Successful and published authors generally suggest a plot statement of 25 words or less. This statement is meant to tell the writer where he is going, not the audience. Think of it as a short marketing blurb about the project.

(2) Figure out the scenes that connect the beginning, middle, and end together and list them in chronological order. Each scene, according to The Professor should, effectively, be a mini-movie. You should see a small story in every scene of every shot of the story you are trying to tell.

My issue with this, when you look at the Dramatica theory on writing is that you are dealing with a total of four throughlines: 1. overall story, 2. main vs impact story, 3. main character, and 4. impact character.

(3) Separate the scenes by character. Each character should have, through the course of the story, a series of scenes that are that character specific. When you write those scenes you will always write them from that characters POV (point of view).

At each level of this you are writing mini-stories or mini-sequences that, by the time you get to the final stage – (4) actually writing – the outcome will be a story that is all formed and ready to go. In the case of The Professor though, the only thing that needs to be changed, effectively, are the pronouns of a screenplay to be third person past tense. In essence, the book and the screenplay look like each other with very few revisions between the two.

I believe this to be a fallacy on his part. I do not believe that you can have a screenplay and a book that are identical except for the tense used in writing them. When I went through his process and wrote the novelized chapters from the screenplay we were working on, the outcome was, quite literally, crap. What I did and what he wanted were not the same thing.

However, his process was one of building out a story. What he did, that kept drawing me back, was to offer advice and suggestions on where he thought I had some pretty severe limitations with my story, and then what was needed to proceed forward. What he wanted was the story completely discovered before the writing took place. He wanted each person writing to have built out the story until it was practically done, and filmable.

I can’t complain about that. What The Professor was doing was forcing us to create an outline. Call it what you will, that’s what he was doing with us – making us build an outline.

What this does, though, is force someone who may write first drafts from the seat of the pants in to a very structured format. Not necessarily a bad thing; not something I enjoy, either. Dramatica’s software does something very similar, but it helps you build around a central thesis of ideas and characters to formulate something that, ultimately, is changeable in the long run by the writer.

The Professor wanted two things: (1). A moral story; and (2). A completely structured story.

As I’ve worked on the secret project I’ve done what I expect to do when writing something – I’ve discovered things about characters, the environment, the world I am creating that, in the initial (multi-year) outline of the project I didn’t know existed. There are aspects to the world that I am surprised they exist inside of my head until I start writing through something and suddenly, not now, but for the future, I need something and need to know where it will head, with the result that I’ve literally discovered something about what I am writing that never (consciously) existed before I got to that point.

Anyway, that’s what I’ve done the past couple of days: review material, read books on writing, sleep, and be sick. I’ve spent time with Erin and her mother and brother. And, two days after, I am back up and kicking, hoping I’ve beaten the snot out of the sick monster that has had me under-the-weather for two to many days.

John Hattaway | smokingpen | Alicia Grey | Clockwork Princess | Bond. James Bond

July 16, 2007

Over yon Weekend

Well, the weekend is over. Erin’s mom unexpectedly came in to town. This is a good thing on so many levels, though the reason for her being in town is rather negative – there’s been a death in her family. She will be here until after the wedding. Actually, Erin and I will see Massachusetts before she does. Oh, and she’s driving a Dodge Magnum. Sweet ride.

I haven’t had the opportunity to drive it, as yet; but I am told that may happen tonight. Yesterday, Erin had the responsibility of shuttling her mom around as I drove Erin’s car.

What I did not do, over yon weekend, was get the super secret project to a point where I can talk about it. I’ve topped out, well, Saturday, at about 8500 words. This won’t last that long as I’ve been thinking, long and hard, about what I intend to do and what it has to be and what has to be in specific spots… and, on top of all that, some interesting elements I am wondering if I will ever use about some of the characters.

What this means is that the super secret is not being revealed to the world (at large) nor am I making any real, substantial, statements about its progress.

However, in the arena of writing projects I can talk about, I am working on a short story that is (tentatively) called Cassidy and takes place in an environment I am kind of excited about. It’s a realm I think should be explored more, and is not; and the story is set in a fantasy-esque universe.

Think Old West America. The setting jumps from an obscure little room with a mirror to west Texas about half a days ride out of El Paso. I’ve Cassidy and her guide currently riding horses toward El Paso (after the guide mysteriously transports Cassidy to Texas) and they are heading to something I haven’t, completely, figured out yet. I am expecting that by the time I hit 6000 words I will have the story completed.

Because this is a universe I like, I will probably try to sell it to the handful of real fantasy / scifi magazines out there. And when that fails, I will post it on one of my myriad of websites. I’ve not decided which as there are a couple more that need to be … erm… acquired to secure some things that have been important and just aren’t currently a priority – none of that is meant to make sense.

Anyway, Cassidy is looking to be a (slightly) fun romp for me. I don’t, as a personal rule, write a lot of short fiction. Occasionally, I will play with it; but lately, lately it seems like something I can do and something that will (maybe) allow Erin and I to have a little extra income as we work our way through the semester. I’m trying to think about Cassidy and what I intend to call this universe. It’s a little off-putting to me to think about it and not know, in my head, where it is meant to go. I mean, I look at the super secret project and I know exactly what world that is set in. Cassidy is not set in the same place. Cassidy is a distraction that, hopefully, will be worth something. It allows me to further focus on what I am really working on.

John Hattaway | smokingpen | Alicia Grey | Clockwork Princess | Bond. James Bond

July 14, 2007

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix – movie review

Erin, her brother, and I went to see Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix last night. I was, initially, planning on waiting for weeks to see it (this was the opening week for the movie). What I didn’t want was to be surrounded by a lot of prepubescent children who were Harry Potter fans. We bought tickets more than twenty-four hours in advance for a later showing.

Anyway, we’ve realized that if we want decent seats at a local movie theater you pretty much have to show up an hour (or more) in advance of the show time. So, we got to the mall an hour and a half early so Erin could exchange something she’d purchased the night before, and then to sit in a line forever listening to a couple of girls that looked all of 23 or 24 talking about their vast experience with their children and how their respective daughters had no desire to play with dolls and wanted to play sports and do boy type things instead of traditional girl things.

That lasted forever. After a while I stood up because sitting is pretty uncomfortable of late, I am thinking it is bed problems. Erin and her brother stood with me and kept asking why I was standing, and then they let us in to the theater. I didn’t know this, before, but I apparently race through the hall and in to the theater to get the seat I want when they let us in. I was only informed of this when I realized we were moving semi-quickly and didn’t want to move faster than Erin or her brother were prepared to move.

Conversely, I have a tendency to not leave the theater, or, for that matter, any large public gathering until the majority of the people have left. I don’t like the fight crowds, which only makes my Fourth of July story that much more of a tragedy, for me, as thousands of people, all thinking they have a right to be in the spot you’re occupying, and then proceeding to stick their metal noses in to that spot because YOU WILL get out of their way being good Mormon-folk and all.

So, the movie starts. Like the last one, very dark. Very nice. Harry is walking up a hill. He sits on a swing. The family playing in the playground gather and leave. His cousin, Dudley, or Dumbley, or whatever walks up with his group of friends. They start to make fun of Harry. The weather changes, Harry threatens his cousin. They race off to find shelter. Death Eaters come and attack them. Harry defends his cousin and then drags the boy home as Harry is expelled from Hogwarts. So starts Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.

I have to say, as a dating, engaged, wanna be writing books, movies, television, fiction in all forms, stories, I have a tendency to go to movies with Erin or Jordan or just by myself. I watch TV and movies at home. It’s a part of my life. Reading, watching things, writing. Going to work, school, living my life, and working in the directions I want to be going. S

With that out of the way, though, watching this movie was a completely enjoyable experience. In previous incarnations of the Harry Potter franchise Harry has been a long-haired boy, the long hair designed to cover his forehead and the lightning bolt shaped scar. In this movie, Harry has taken a radical turn. He is depressed. As Erin’s brother said, EMO (highly emotional), because he watched a classmate die the previous year. On top of which, Dumbledore is ignoring and avoiding Harry throughout the movie/book. Harry has found himself, since coming to Hogwarts, alone from his mentor and guide, Dumbledore. As a result, he is forced to rely more upon his friends rather than the guidance of someone who has become a father figure for him.

After the movie, Erin indicated she’d always seen Dumbledore as being more of a Christ figure within the series of books (and movies) and what this had done is remove him from the all-powerful, nice character he’s been in the past and made him more human and down to earth.

I don’t know that I agree with the assessment of Dumbledore as being a type of Christ, rather, I think he holds the same spot that Gandolf holds in The Lord of the Rings where he guides and directs, where he can die, but he’s not the one who has to travel through death and return the other side as victor. To me, Harry is the protagonist AND, if a connection is to be made, the Christ figure.

It was, absolutely, the best movie I’ve seen so far this year. I think one of the reasons this is such a good movie is the change in director. After the first two movies, Christopher Columbus, a director of mostly children’s movies, got tired of doing the Harry Potter movies and moved on. The producers have hired different directors for the past three movies. Each one has a different tone and flavor to it. The movies, themselves, have grown up with the audience watching the movies. The outcome, the movies, like the books, are darker, more adult, dealing with complex and unpleasant themes.

The book, which was very long, was gutted and worked so that the story was shared without showing too much of the Easter eggs or odd-bits that the first few movies seemed to have to have. With that said, though, there were a lot of little bits and pieces all throughout the film that helped carry the muggle audience in to the world of sorcery and magic. Even though there are fewer examples of random magic, the ones that do exist are there to help the audience feel as though they exist within the world of Harry Potter.

Couple all of that with an amazing movie score (the music) and I really, really enjoyed the movie. I think I could just sit and listen to the music without having to see the movie. It was not overbearing, it was fun to listen to, and when the credits were rolling (I was partially waiting in case the producers/director put in an egg for the next movie) I just sat there and enjoyed the Celtic themed movie.

In summation, if you are looking for a good movie that makes you think, puts you on the edge of your seat, and is an overall enjoyable experience, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix is definitely one that is worth the insane cost of the ticket and the time spent waiting in line to see the movie – though it is probably not worth the hassle of going early in the day when all of the principle audience (children and teens) are out of school and are dragging their parents to see it.

The movie was fun.

John Hattaway | smokingpen | Alicia Grey | Clockwork Princess | Bond. James Bond

July 13, 2007

Disappointing Progress

As of, oh, let’s say midnight last night the number of words written on the super secret writing project is at 7623. This means that 10,000-7623=2377 to go before I am going public with what I am doing. I’ve got some ideas I want to float past a few people (on this project) without being specific about what it is I am doing things for, so… that might prove to be interesting. Well, interesting in the sense that I don’t know if I can do that one minute before I tell the most important person in my life what it is I am working on. And then the rest of the world.

Should be exciting.

I write this as though I expect that when I am finally done with this super secret writing project my life is going to take a shift and the project is going to be picked up somewhere. Who knows? Maybe it will. I just know that, at present, what I am working on has to remain in my head until I am ready to share it. The speed with which I am writing is not as fast as I would like (I did 223 words last night) and the ideas keep finding new outlets as I sit and discover more about the super secret writing project.

With all of that out of the way, I expect that, not so much tonight, but Saturday as Erin and her posse get together for a couple of hours, I might be able to bang out some good progress, feel my way through the elements of story (which probably means I need to look at my tome on Story) and get to a point that Sunday/Monday (I don’t write fiction on Sunday’s… or technical writing) I will be in a (personally) comfortable position to announce what I am working on.

Anywho, I was reading about Ian Flemming (James Bond creator) and was reminded about his writing techniques. Some background: Ian Flemming was the only son of some wealthy people. He stood to inherit a lot; however, as a career, and to snub his family, he worked for The Times (if you don’t know what The Times is, I can’t (well, I can, but I won’t) help you), but took three months off every year to go to his house/estate in the Bahamas to write. Every James Bond book he wrote was done during this timeframe. Anyway, he would wake up in the morning, write 1000 words, go eat, have a cocktail, snorkel or dive, and then go back to write in the afternoon/evening where he would do another 1000 words. At 2000 words a day, you can produce a book of 50,000 in about 25 days (his books are approximately 50,000 words).

Now, my goal is not to be Ian Flemming. It is not to eat, drink cocktails, and scuba dive… okay, it IS to scuba dive and to write. What this reminded me is that I would be slap-happy to get to the point where I can produce word count like that (for fiction) per day. Keep in mind, though, Flemming wrote his fiction between June and August and worked as a writer/editor for The Times the rest of the year.

John Hattaway | smokingpen | Alicia Grey | Clockwork Princess | Bond. James Bond

July 12, 2007

Superstitions

Erin shared a superstition with me the other day. Basically, it dealt with the first night of marriage and the first person to fall asleep. According to this superstition, the first person to fall asleep on the first night of marriage will be the first person to die. Erin pointed out that I am generally always the first person to fall asleep. I can’t argue with that observation as I try to live (parts of) my life around the physical need for sleep.

However, in sharing this superstition with me she also suggested some ways to circumvent it. She said something to the effect of, “Let’s not go to sleep that night.” The reason for this suggestion was to confuse the superstition, to break it, and therefore to leave in Fates capable hands the actual order of death rather than to tempt Fate by telling her who should die first.

This is interesting to me in part because of the nature of superstitions. Children use superstitions in games all of the time.

”Step on a crack, break your mothers back.”

There are, probably, as many superstitions as there are people in the world. I’d love to say that I don’t have any, but I do. I don’t share the superstitions I have as I don’t feel they need sharing or are valid, in my own mind, and, therefore, don’t receive a lot of attention from me except for when I have to actually deal with them. Then anxiety sets in and I begin to wonder whether or not I am a failure just on the verge of complete and total destruction and other things happen (inside of me) with the outcome (hopefully) that the majority of the people I interact with don’t know that anything is going on.

However, I lived in New England. I lived in New Hampshire. I lived where watching the fog roll across the road looks like spirits and ghosts; and where, at the right time of the night in spring/summer, when you’re out, you can see fireflies in the bushes and trees and along the sides of the roads and it looks like there are worlds and worlds of fairies and spirits living in those very same places and if you are superstitious, those same superstitions could totally lead you to believe something that is, otherwise, highly improbable.

Talking about seeing the ghosts walking across the road to a New Englander is a no-no, though. It doesn’t matter how serious the individual may seem, you JUST DON’T share that observation with a lot of people. It may be cool to see; but it is not cool to talk about. Everyone knows its there, everyone sees it (not really), and no one wants to know about them.

And yet, that doesn’t really answer the whole superstition thing – at least for me.

As I consider this topic I also get to consider other places where superstitions are prevalent. My mind lands on sports.

For example: when I was in high school my dad gave me a shirt that, on one side, said, “POLICE,” and on the other side said, “FEDERAL AGENT.” From what I understand, during a sting, these were shirts he wore. I would wear that shirt to all football games. When I wore it we won. When I didn’t we lost.

The police asked me to stop wearing it because it could, potentially, confuse people. I stopped. We lost.

I then continued to wear the shirt and we continued to win. Except, the shirt would be on under other shirts. I could wash it, I just couldn’t not wear it. There are rules to these things.

Do I honestly believe that a t-shirt had some property to it that allowed my high school football team to win? Not at all. Does that change the fact that at 17 or 18 I wore that shirt to school every Friday and to the games after? Not at all. It’s a superstition. By definition, it does not have to make sense.

However, we’ve all seen movies or television shows where athletes believe that not shaving, not bathing, not changing underwear, socks will affect the outcome of the game. If they continue doing what they’ve been doing, they will continue to win. A lack of adaptation to new situations denotes a continuation of the current status quo. And yet, this is counter-intuitive… at least to me. Because, when the team starts losing they start looking for what they are doing differently than what they are doing the same that other teams have adapted to.

Superstition.

Gotta love that word. Just looking at it, to me, throws me in to a weird sense of mental paralysis. I keep thinking that there is more of a connection to what I am trying to do with my life. I want to write. The connection, and I will force it, is writers block.

I think writers block is a large crock of crap. It stinks in its most inherent sense. I was reading from a stack of books that I have and the author of the book, in his introduction, says (paraphrased), “My father never got truck drivers block. Why should I get writers block?”

Writing is a profession. Believe it or not, when you work toward specific goals and objectives within a profession, you obtain them. They may not be immediate, but the outcome is that, in the words of a man I recently met, “Cream rises to the top.”

If you are good at something, passionate about it, dedicated to doing it, you will be successful at it. Success, though, is subjective. But, that is another post for another time.

When it comes to writing, the practice of writing and the exploration of writing answer the outcome of that writing. If you study it, do it, and work at it, then writers block is a superstition that you might be afeard of, but not one that legitimately will have any hold on you.

You can be afraid of ghosts, but that doesn’t mean the fear of something will, in any way, answer the reaction to the potential for that thing.

For a lot of writers, the fear of writers block is far more prevalent than the realization that the profession of writing supercedes the fear of writing. In my mind the fear of writing is what causes writer’s block. Fear success and success will always haunt you. In order to find success in writing you have to write.

What is more frustrating was something I found in a book the other day that I was browsing. Basically, there are four stages of writing from Creating Short Fiction: The Classic Guide to Writing Short Fiction by Damon Knight. First stage is the fantasy stage where you are writing more for yourself than for an audience. You are creating scenes and characters that are more an element of daydream than of something thought out and finished.

Stage two is a break from those ideas and stories that are simply for yourself – it is a progression toward communicating with the people around you.

Stage three is where you have the ability to write complete stories, but there are technical problems that get in the way.

And stage four is where you are not only writing, but producing and as a result possibly even selling the stories you are producing.

On top of all this, the author also tells the reader not to expect to get to a point where publication is possible in the first decade (or more) of writing unless you (as writer) are extremely skilled and talented and lucky. He actually suggests that most people need to wait until they’re in their 30’s to start thinking about writing successfully because, and this isn’t a shock, that’s about the time it takes for an up-and-coming writer to find the success he/she craves and has been working toward.

Point in case, I was in a play last year. I was sitting next to a girl who was in the play and she said, “I totally had writers block going on, but last night I started writing and, well, it just totally came out for, like, hours. I couldn’t believe I finally broke the writers block.”

She’s 20. She didn’t produce anything of value. Later, she admitted to throwing it all out. And yet, she felt a break in some invisible block and found comfort in writing.

I think that’s great. I’ve written professionally. Companies don’t wait for you to get done not being able to write. They want things produced right now. They, often, don’t care that you have to work through your own issues to get to the point where you are writing what they want you to write. If they are paying you, and you are taking their money, they expect that you are writing and not making excuses.

You learn to write very quickly in these scenarios. I know.

Moreover, a lot of authors will tell people who ask that they can expect to write two or three failed books before they publish the first one. Depending on the genre, that number can leap to four or five. Depending on the person, and their tenacity, that number can get a lot higher. Word count-wise, the numbers are in the hundreds of thousands and millions of words… all before the author finds the first real modicum of success.

I’ve yet to hear or read an author who has said those words have to all be in fiction. I got to break a lot of my teeth in through technical writing. I got to spend time writing fiction. I’ve had some people, and been able to experiment with different programs and applications, that have helped me discover what I’ve been doing wrong in some areas and then proceed forward from there.

On top of all that, I’ve been forced to accept that the way I do things (writing-wise) is not always the best way to accomplish something. Sometimes, the same thing needs to be done very differently. You cannot expect that copying the success of one item will repeat with another item. You have to be willing to adapt and move forward.

Moreover, you have to be willing to “rip it back” to the start and begin again. That’s what writing is all about. That’s what perfecting something is all about. That’s what the process of doing anything well is all about. Not the product of a single session at a computer or typewriter or pen and paper, but the outcome of a lot of effort and work and revision and writing and plotting and planning and struggle with the realization that what you are doing today will be very different from what you end up doing tomorrow; but, also, that you have to plan to struggle with the art, form, and function over a lifetime. You can’t just be in it for the short score, otherwise, you lost before you started.

I think the point in this brain spew is that in order to write you have to sit down and write. Go back to Finding Forrester and William Forrester’s advice (a movie Erin got to watch with me the other week). The process of writing will help the act of writing. Start with someone else’s words and when you feel your own coming, start writing them.

Let me add, when you sit down to write, and you feel nothing coming from the direction of what you intend to write, and feel that you should declare it writer’s block, figure out what you want to write, first, write it and then go back to what you meant to write. Your mind isn’t stopping you. It’s merely centered somewhere else. Fix the problem and then produce.

John Hattaway | smokingpen | Alicia Grey | Clockwork Princess | Bond. James Bond

July 10, 2007

Some Years Ago

A few years ago I wrote a book. It was titled… okay, I don’t remember the title. It might’ve been something like, “Big Jim, Little Jim.” The basic premise was about a father and son who both made mistakes in their lives (at different times) that affected each other. The book was set in Texas, around the area where I grew up, and took me several months to write.

I sent it off to the publishers that had offered some positive feedback on earlier material and then sat around wondering what was meant to happen with the book. A few weeks, a couple months, later I received the rejection notices which I’d already figured were coming, and then went about my life -- well, went about it after I spoke to the decision makers who’d rejected the book.

This was the second book these publishers had rejected of mine. The first was titled “Driving Life.”

The feedback I’d asked for, and received, consisted, primarily, of being told that the book was too plot heavy. That it lacked enough story to make it a viable book in the market, and as such, the publishers didn’t feel it was far enough along to work with. As a result that book went in to the slush pile and I haven’t, really, thought about it except for when my mother asks me if I ever plan on working on it again. She has not asked that question in a few months.

My point in writing about this is that the secret project I am working on requires that I work backward and forward through the jumble of information that I am building around a central structure. A lot of books refer to plot as the skeleton of the story and the story as the muscle, ligaments, organs, skin, and hair. Plot tells the reader what is going on; Story shares those same elements in a way that allows people to connect with the characters and explore their world with them.

First draft of a chapter or section OFTEN deals with pretty heavy plot. I know where I want the section to go with an idea of where I want the secret project to go; but by the time I’ve written 500 or 1000 words I have to stop and rethink my approach. I often tell, tell, tell and stop the sharing. Then I go home and sleep on it for a day or so and then come back and rework the spew from the last time I worked on it. At that point, I move forward reworking the 500 or 1000 words and then adding another 500 or 1000 words.

What all that means, for me, is that I am still trying to incorporate the approach one of the Professors I had my first semester at BYU suggested when I approached fiction: imagine a little bird on your shoulder and then write what it sees. If it can’t see inside of your head, don’t write it. Let it fly. Write what it sees.

In essence:

What does the little bird see?

And that is not, exactly, where I am stumbling; but where I am finding that I step back and look at what I am doing with a much keener eye. I think about the information I want to share and the information I need to share and then march through the process again – constantly thinking about that little bird and what it is seeing over my shoulder.

Along with that, I realize that I have a tendency to write with a literary bent. This means that I write more information, share more things, than might be shared in a crime noir novel like Dashiell Hammett might write (author of The Maltese Falcon) or other writers (Robert Parker) that my professor suggested I read when taking his class.

I know that building the structure around the skeleton requires time and patience. I know that I said I would announce the secret project when I hit 10,000 words. That is still my plan. I am about halfway there. Hopefully, tonight, I will be at the halfway mark and will be that much closer to announcing what it is I am working on.

John Hattaway | smokingpen | Alicia Grey | Clockwork Princess | Bond. James Bond

July 9, 2007

The Planner

Between 1993 and 1995 I was (semi-)required to carry a planner. As an outlet for the little blue piece of paper I acquired a Franklin planer (this was in the days before Franklin met Covey) and used it pretty regularly. Then 1995 ended and I stopped using planners and didn't think about the pieces of paper that I was meant to be using as a planner. The outcome, I would remember what was going on and try very hard not to forget the important things like birthday's, anniversaries, and holidays.

Time passed. Franklin met Covey. Over the past few weeks I've been thinking it is time for me to acquire another planner. And acquire one I did. Before just about everything else I had to do on Saturday I drove to the Franklin-Covey store at the University Mall in Orem, UT to see what they were charging people for planners and ended up discovering that the cost of filler AND binder was less than what I would pay at BYU's Bookstore.

You see, at BYU's Bookstore most things are pretty reasonably priced and often marked below where they could be purchased in other places. This is not a hard and fast rule, but in many cases it is pretty accurate. You buy at the "Y" for less than you can buy not at the "Y". This is especially true of computers and software and many office supplies.

Anyway, I walked away with a planner.

The purpose of the planner is to coordinate my schedule and all of those pressing things that needed doing. School is starting soon. I am getting married in a couple or three weeks. Erin and I need to compare notes and those notes need to go someplace.

On top of all that, I want to keep track of words written (various blogs and fiction), money spent, and the variety of important things that happen on a day to day basis.

Anyway, the point of this post is that I bought a planner and now plan to use it.

John Hattaway | smokingpen | Alicia Grey | Clockwork Princess | Bond. James Bond

Transformers – movie review

They are more than meets the eye.

Erin and I went to see the Transformers movie on Saturday evening. We bought tickets about an hour early, and then wandered over to a modest clothing store so Erin could check out dresses and t-shirts. I’d passed out sometime after noon, when I got back to the married apartment and planned to do some writing; and then woke up and still felt like I should be asleep. The result was that I was not really hip on standing in this store with weird smells (to me).

After the store we wandered around the mall for a bit, ended up in Radio Shack, which always makes me wonder why I ever bother going in there, and then down to Victoria’s Secret for their semi-annual sale – or something of the sort, before heading back to the movie theater. As we walked in, they were already in the process of seating people so we, pretty much, walked straight in to the show.

Then we got to wait. Thirty minutes. Which is where my gripe, about this theater, comes in: they play these little trivia things before the movie starts. One of them reads something like, “A family of rebel fighters trying to escape from the Nazi’s during WWII.” The answer is, “The Sound of Music.” Which is not about a family of freedom fighters. A family of singers? Yes. Rebel fighters? No. Not even close.

Beyond the annoyance of that trivia at the beginning of the movie, I have to say I liked the movie. It was a fun romp. Of course, before going, I read a few reviews and what the various reviewers had to say about the movie was pretty accurate. For example, it was a large car advertisement; the acting was wooden; Shia Lebouf carried the move. I think all of these are very accurate. The acting was wooden; the movie was a big advertisement; Shia Lebouf did carry the movie and, in all, I think that all three things worked together in a way that allowed the movie to really work.

Normally, given two of those three things, I’d’ve thought the movie just sucked. And, normally, it would have. But, really, 30 foot tall giant sentient robots landing on earth and looking for a giant cube is not about to be a super-serious movie that is meant to be taken seriously. I mean, come on, it is a property based off of two things: first, a series of toys that, in the 80’s, were made of metal and good quality and really were the coolest toys on the planet, at that time; and second, a cartoon series that (kind of) ended in a movie where you learn the origin of the Transformer characters and why they made it to earth.

With that in mind, and knowing that I REALLY liked the Transformer toys, cartoons, and the movie (that according to current reviewers really sucked), I thought this was an honest and sincere adaptation of the toys/cartoons and allowed the viewer in to a world that, you have to believe, will continue to exist and live. They will make more movies, we will see more of Shia Lebouf and the giant robots fighting for dominance of Earth and of each other.

That said, I think there were also problems with the movie, and reviews. First, one reviewer said there was a neat “B” story with the computer analyst and her hacker boyfriend. Granted, there may (at one point) been a “B” story there, but I didn’t see anything romantic between hot, blonde, South African chick and geeky, overweight, African-America hacker dude. They clearly had a relationship; that relationship was also, clearly, not romantic. They are what is presented to the audience, a couple of computer programmers, professionals, that get in over their heads and have a good relationship that is not, necessarily, a romantic relationship. These two offer some, though not all, comedic relief.

Second is the wooden nature of the robots. I mean, come on. When you can’t have facial expressions, and the robots have to do a lot of the carrying of the acting, come on. This isn’t a cartoon. I was, however, impressed with the transformations from vehicle to standing/fighting robot and especially loved, LOVED, the introduction of Bumblebee. I thought it was insightful in that robots character and in its mission with Sam (Shia Lebouf).

Third, the military aspect of the show brought your straight in to the action. Stuff is happening. Something wicked is taking charge, and the outcome is, literally, that the military gets their collective butts kicked; and, at the same time, a special forces team survives and ends up fighting all the way to the end. Favorite line, paraphrased, “Trust me son, these boys are not accustomed to losing.”

Fourth, Shia Lebouf (as Sam) does carry the movie. He appears to get the girl. He assists the Autobots in saving the world from Megatron (who, as I recall, used to look like a gun but ended up being some kind of a weird looking fighter plane) and ends up realizing that to save the world he had to sacrifice someone and Optimus Prime was not the candidate; Megatron was.

The thing that I am looking forward to, given the returns on this movie, is a second movie where the audience gets to explore more of the world, more of the Autobots and Decepticons and their battle, and see more of Shia Lebouf’s acting and his ability to carry a movie. I have to say, as a guilty pleasure, the best scene in the movie was when Sam’s parents come in to his room, the girl is hiding, the Autobots are outside trying to be inconspicuous, and his mom accuses him of doing something we don’t often talk about. It is, quite possibly, the best discussion on that subject I have heard hear/seen in my life – and was, quite possibly, the funniest scene in the movie and was handled very well.

This was a good, fun movie that doesn’t try to be more than it really is and, as such, succeeds in being exactly what it was meant to be – a live action version of Transformers for a modern audience.

John Hattaway | smokingpen | Alicia Grey | Clockwork Princess | Bond. James Bond

July 7, 2007

It’s Out

Well, it is out. It is official. Erin has finally learned one of those things that I don’t actively advertise… to anyone… for no reason whatsoever. She has learned, and as such now the world will know, that during my freshman and sophomore years in high school I was in the color guard with the high schools marching band. Yep. Spun things around in time to music and wore the same uniform the band wore. Big secret let loose.

I was also in the orchestra. I played the violin.

I was also in Academic Decathlon on the competing team both my junior and senior years.

I was also on the year book committee.

Served on the newspaper.

Was talent, director, writer, and producer for the high school news channel KATV.

At various points I tried to start clubs going so far as getting faculty support and approval from the principals office and then trying to recruit people.

I took one acting class.

During my four years in high school I never missed a football game, and never attended a basketball game.

But most of high school I sat around and wished, to high hell, that I didn’t have to suffer through the turmoil and hell that is the teenage years that are only compounded by being in high school.

There you have. Don’t take this as a laundry list of things done in high school, there are always more things I am not sharing; but, now you have the dirty, ugly truth: I was in the color guard.

July 6, 2007

The Fourth – a Recap

The 4th of July has come and gone and all I really have to say is, “Thank goodness.”

Several weeks ago I decided that I wanted to try my hand at hiking Mt. Timpenogos again. It has been, according to my closest estimation, about 20 years since the last time I hiked to the cave and went on the tour. The tour is $7.00 a person. Erin, her brother, and I all went. I was willing (at the time) to pay for a couple of her friends, but was, actually, kind of glad we didn’t extend that invite in the long run as … well … it doesn’t really matter.

However, as for the hike it was nice. I remembered a much longer, much less shady, hike from the canyon up to the cave. The hike is about 1.5 miles long with a climb in elevation of 1000 feet. I had a friend who, some years ago, had some way of telling me what the equivalent would be if I were to hike that straight – meaning that 1.5 miles on way with a climb of 100 feet actually equals a longer distance than 1.5 miles; which also means that Erin probably did more than the 3 miles (trail distance only) hike.

With that said, the hike was, twenty years later, pretty much what I recalled it to be. It is a paved trail that winds its way up the side of a cliff, ending at the cave entrance. At one point in the trail is a metal gate that prohibits access (I’d imagine) in the winter months or at the end of the day. This goes through a tunnel that was cut in to the rock.

Anyway, on the hike up Erin lost her breath and got very dizzy. It might have been a result of the altitude, she is, admittedly, a sea-side girl rather than someone who has spent considerable time at higher elevations; it also might’ve been a lack of hydration on her part with the outcome that she needed to put more fluids in to her system before it would allow her to continue. Of course, it also might’ve been a combination of both with the outcome that I was more concerned with and for her than I was about the hike up the mountain and was ready/willing to take her back down than see the cave.

We made it to the cave. In fact, we got there, sat down, and had the guardian at the gate ask when our tour time was for and then send us in (