Friday, December 19, 2008

Hurray, a snow half-day

Got home early due to the snowy weather. Spending the night writing and baking brownies. My first batch did not come out so great so I am back at it.

Call it what you will but when I make a mistake, I am compelled to keep at it until I get it right. I will let you know how this new batch comes out AND how the new book is going.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Conflict of interest

It's that old dilemma come back to haunt me again...

While working on the RTT rewrites I find my characters demand the intimate careful pace I originally crafted. Yet for this story to grab the reader, I need more immediacy.

dammit.

This is not an action novel but it needs the drive of action to make it worth reading. Maybe I was lazy in my original thinking.

Meanwhile my other dark secret book project is moving along at a fair clip....

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

At last, a hardcore critique!

If you pat a puppy on its head every time it does something "cute" like chew on your shoes, you will wind up with a grown dog that takes pleasure in destroying your closet.

My colleague gave my query letter and first chapter for RTT the once over and it was pretty eye-opening for me. I appreciate his candor because I will never improve my work with simple pats on the head.

More rewrites tonight and I will get my next query package ready even though I have not heard back from the most recent agent.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Aaah, the joys of being a technology/media reporter

The Future TV Show is coming to Manhattan next month. I get to slither among the television executives discussing the future of the medium. I wish I could clone myself and attend all the sessions on the program.

A lot is changing, the switch to all digital is just the beginning. We are seeing television transmitted and viewed in ways unheard of ten years ago. Will this bring about world peace or end hunger? No, but it's part of the new dynamic taking hold of this business and I guarantee your children will not be watching TV the same way in the years ahead. It will be far more interactive and personalized. But let me stop before I have a nerd-gasm.

I like kitchen appliances...

Dropped by Williams-Sonoma last night, a fun spot to ogle gadgets, ingredients and other goodness to make your cooking full of awesome! I think I may splurge for a fondue set after the holidays. I should shave a few pounds off though before I go slathering chocolate on my desserts.

But if Santa is listening, a Wusthof knife set would be much appreciated! Now that is a serious stocking stuffer.

In the meantime, I should have my replacement wine chiller (NOT from Williams-Sonoma) around New Year's. No way was I buying a new one when the warranty was very much in effect.

I suppose cooking is going to be my hobby for '09. It will alleviate the stress of writing. I may need to join a gym to keep a proper healthy balance! Otherwise I will need a pack of wild dogs to chase me around the neighborhood.

I've gone a week without a rejection notice on RTT. That calls for a celebration! You have to take joy in minor accomplishments sometimes. However, I am enlisting the assistance of a co-worker who has some experience in public relations to give me some pointers on the query letter.

The query letter is the first, and sometimes only, piece of writing an agent or publisher sees. It's your sales pitch, your resume, your call to action on your book. If they can't get past the query letter, they won't read a single page of the book.

In the meantime, my dark secret new book is well underway...

Flame and Bone

When I was made from fire
Poured into the tender vessel of caution
That keeps my smoke from rising
Quickly did I discover that apart from crisp drizzles or falling snow
The world chilled my touched
Walking the narrow cornered gap between girders and cut stone
One learns to tuck his shoulders in or risk
Jostling a neighbor passing by rapt with want
For a clear path without the distraction
Of another man's boiling eyes
The tip of a finger
That oldest of all weapons
Grown deadlier and pristine in its invention
Gathers a mote of a cinder on its bare flesh
And turns pondering how best to scratch the impious itch
Prying open the tender seam
Where the oil of thought dews
Offering a new wick to ignite
Squirming alive as a salamander of mischief
That yearns for a taste of air it is so ready to devour
The steam of breath betrays me
Before the glint of orange spreads
In popping bright waves
Eroding the fibers feeding it
Leaving naught but ash
As my shell of quietude falls away