Monday, July 31, 2023

Episode #183: Outside The Box Of Conformity

Tail end of a sunset in mid July from my front porch. Sometimes it pays to sit outside to bathe one senses in the quiet solitude of Father Nature.

Momentarily switching gears here to talk about another project I decided to bring from the back burner to the main burner for a bit. Main reason as to why is that I decided a small break from working on my trilogy was in order.

I was becoming just a tad {like 3%} burned out from writing a trilogy, and since I FINALLY got my one and only major c/c down to a balance of less than $2.05, a refreshing change of pace was needed.

The project in question is one that I first touched upon back in early 2021, when water damage to the basement necessitated emptying of said basement of its contents so as to actually fix the water damage. It was the second story that I had decided to tackle and fix, with the first one belonging to the tag of Average American Novel. This one was a completed first draft that I had actually sent off to a now ex-writer friend who did editing as a viable secondary hustle. I got it back, and promptly shelved it for about 4+ years prior to 2021.

In 2021, I rewrote the parts that I'd agreed with her explanation of, and by the end of it all, I had a very nice and very tidy 17 chapter/43k+ word novella (betcha that was a concept that you would've never heard of on here again). Along the way of this very violent story of a debt/soul collector delivering a package, I decided to have a little bit of fun by re-titling the chapters. Instead of the traditional numbering system, I decided to give each a unique title that largely served as an entry into a short story of sorts, with the meaty plot of the chapter centered around the title. Plus, it allowed me to show off my skewered sense of conformity.

In short, the seventeen chapter titles also doubled as a very odd writing prompt or a very bad comedic short story. Let me know what you think after reading the titles for all seventeen chapters.

1} The Delivery Begins;
2} The Meeting;
3} Road Trip! We're Together!;
4} Road Trip! Infuriated!;
5} Road Trip! Dual Revenge;
6} Through The Forest;
7} The Cabin: The Delivery Is Completed;
8} The Cabin: Pain & Lust;
9} To Fight Back!;
10} Finish Them!;
11} Prelude to Charles;
12} The Cannon Fodder Firm;
13} Amaliya;
14} Niles;
15} Sister, Brother, Lover;
16} Charles v. Dmitri;
17} In The Here & Now.

Now, the only items that I have left to do is to 1} apply the first round of editing notes; 2} write a very short blurb/synopsis, which two years ago I actually had the foresight to write a basic outline of one and 3} come up with a title, because, let's face it, a title of "My Soul Has Been Captured" only works as a place holder, and not a very good one at that.

So that's where I currently stand with my writing. I'm taking a much needed break from my current project to work on a basically completed novella with a realistic goal of getting this bad boy self-published by the end of the year.

Tune in next week when I try to plumb the depths of my memory archives so that I can intelligently expound on the background of the Average American Novella.


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Monday, July 24, 2023

Episode #182: I'm A Very Bad Reviewer!

I often review business that I patronize on Google Maps for my local area in Connecticut, and apparently my nearly one dozen reviews have been seen over 1,900 times during the past calendar year. So yes, the adjective in the title means I've been a very good reviewer.

Now because my reviews have been received so well, Google Maps often prods me to do the odd review for places that I've only tangentially visited (note, I do have location turned on for both of my phones). Now I normally dismiss the request, because really, you want me to review a place that I spent a half second driving by?

This time, I thought I would entertain the oddball request with my two favorite flakes, Bob & Ted. The request? Cedar Mountain. To slightly jog your memory, the picture is taken from the plateau near the MDC water tower from about a month ago. In the distance is Farmington, which if I had swung a little to my left would be verified by the Farmington/UCONN Medical Center.

So yesterday (7/22), I went on a hike in the mountain, and through the magic of my favorite flakes, here is my review of said hike. Enjoy!
~~~~~
"Ted, where the heck are you man? I've been waiting for like, forever for you to show your tired lazy ass at the water tower."
"Unlike you Bob, I'm actually getting some exercise by hiking my way to that plateau, and not riding my two thousand dollar electric mountain bike down a relatively safe one third mile trail located at the Humane Society."
"How can you say I'm lazy? It takes a lot of work to maintain my balance while motoring over that rocky trail. After all, I could've skinned my elbow or something valuable if I wasn't careful."

Ted sarcastically blows a raspberry at Bob, because he knows Bob can pull a muscle just by swinging his leg over the seat, and be out of commission for a couple of months. Ted notices that Bob is about five feet from the precipice overlooking the street and school below, and says, "Bob, you ought to move your bike back a little, otherwise you might prove an old cartoon adage actually correct."
Bob pooh-poohs him and says, "Nonsense. I am highly coordinated, thus unconcerned about actually getting hurt."
"Bob, remember what happened the last time you tried to take that ugly monstrosity of yours down one of those back trails? You missed a rock and proceeded to spend the next two minutes tumbling down the trail, with your screams reverberating through the entire mountain until you did that Acme splat."
Bob waved his hand and said, "No I didn't."
"Bob, you actually drowned out that insipid local ice cream truck jingle with your Yosemite Sam screams. Face it man, Eugene from 'Hey Arnold! is safer to be around than you. Anyways, I'm gonna take a few of those conservation greenway trails and become one with Father Nature. You be careful now, you hear?"

Ted goes off on his hike on the local trails, of which there are five mail trails that are marked, of which one takes you to a small loop around the Humane Society. Ted was casually making time hiking on trail #1 which will take him to #5 and a local field when he suddenly heard the loudest bloodcurdling scream wafting through the trees.
Annoyed, he said, "That numbnut," before turning around to head back to the plateau. He arrived back on the main trail just in time to have the sound of the "Acme" splat smack him in the face.
Now even more annoyed, Ted briskly walked to the plateau and unsurprisingly saw that Bob had vacated the premises. He peers over the ledge and sees the tangled, battered remains of his micro-managing boss scattered through a few trees. He yells down, "Bob! Hey Bob! Didn't I warn you not to stand so close to the edge! Anyways, you owe the office dinner next Saturday, so you better find a way to be at work Monday!"

Cedar Mountain, a great place to explore with five local hiking trails in the Greenway that straddles Newington/Wethersfield, plus a half dozen others scattered throughout. Not so great if you're so criminally stupid that a two year old is smarter than you.


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Monday, July 17, 2023

Episode #181: Glutton For Chewy Mugginess

Flashback to an Extravaganza from years gone by. Funnily enough, this was the most popular "ride" at this year's Extravaganza.

This past week our wonderful state has been inundated with a plethora of mugginess, a multitude of t-storms and cloudless, breezy-less sunny skies, and last Saturday was no exception. Instead of taking advantage of the aforementioned weather and do something smart, like hike in the mountain, we decided that we were going to walk to and fro to the Extravaganza. I figured I would kill multiple brain cells with one ginormous opportunity to actually partake in some town festivities {aka, be not Uncle Social}.

Well, to put it mildly, I did kill lots of brain cells with my 4.96 mile walk that day, and probably lost a pound of fat in the process, but man, let me tell you something. I was not very smart in the execution. Yes, it was hot. Yes, there was no breeze. I mean, no breeze whatsoever. I looked at the tops of trees and no leaves were moving. No clouds. No shade. Yes, I realize this was not very smart of me, but my part of town, as well as the center, is particularly devoid of any trees that are not located near the street. So....yah.

Even though the walk to the center fried my brain cells, along with some epidermis {yes, suntan lotion was used}, when I got to the actual park for the Extravaganza, I did notice that one, the same old same old was going and two, the town actually used their collective brain cells and became proactive.

To whit, while they had the usual assortment of overpriced food vendors, they actually put up about a half dozen large tents for people to cool off while partaking of either food, music or alcohol. They did not have a beer garden, but did have a nice stand that required a wristband to purchase beer or wine. They did have the usual rides and what not. What they did not have there in the park were non-food vendors. Even though they had the chalk grid laid out, due to the t-storms that rolled through the previous day, none were to be had.

But, this is where they had the foresight to do it right. Now, I'm guessing that this was a decision made earlier in the week as a back up plan, but what they did was to create an outlet-mall style shopping plaza in the newly renovated town hall/police station parking lot. So one could go up one way, turn the corner and head back down, with a small turn up the front of the lot where there were six more tents.

At one of the tents, I met a writer who was kind enough to give me a crash course in picture books and the MG genre (that's middle grade). She had a very nice display of about one dozen titles of cat-centric stories. We swapped business cards, got to talking about adult fiction (she's getting ready to release a non-fiction book of stories about adopting pets), with the pros and cons that comes with self-publishing.

Overall, it was the highlight, at least for me, of a nice visit to the town festival. Met some friendly people, got caught up on some town referendums and had a genuinely good time. But the walk back was exceptionally brutal. I had lost at least two of my planned pit stops due to things like the festival (library was closed for the festival, so the parking lot was being used for the festival) and remodeling (our local Stars of Bucks is closed), so the walk back was going to be bru-tal.

How brutal?

Lots of sun, no breeze, no shade, no clouds, negative popularity points for tolerance of anything remotely un-normal. It was a very slooooooooooow walk back home, because there was absolutely no spring in the step, no pep in puppies and no brain cells for thinking. Pretty sure one of the podcasts I was listening to didn't actually register into the subconscious. It just went through one ear and out the other with absolutely nothing solid to stop it.

I think I've come full circle for stupid walking trips. One winter pre-pandemic I went for a walk where the temps were in the teens and the wind chill dropped it even lower, so it took me quite some time to thaw out. Now, I done did this walk, only instead of freezing my butt cheeks off, I cooked my bald, yet properly covered, head while walking on legs with the consistency of soggy pizza.

Yes, the proverbial this is your brain on the veggie lifestyle.

But in general, it was a good day to actually play nice with peoples. And that is something one should do. Just not every day. Maybe a few times a week. When you don't have anything better to do. But definitely not in the muggy heat of the day. Unless you do it in a shady mountain top. Then you certainly can be left to your own devices. And meet various peoples. Who will definitely give you a semi-wide berth.


{c} 2023 by G.B. Miller. All Rights Reserved

Monday, July 10, 2023

Episode #180: I Gots The Music In Me Still

A flashback pic to give you the warm fuzzies, which fits perfectly with the link in this post, which is also a flashback to when I was slightly popular in the blog world.

I went tripping through my Cedar's Mountain blog archives, because why not, trying to come up with a suitable topic that, a} haven't worked to death and b} a topic that I actually like.

So, I found an old link to a favorite topic that meets my two basic requirements: minimal linkage and what links are there, actually work. So the blog post in question, from October 2010 (yes, I've been blogging for that long), meets those two basic requirements.

The topic in question is music. Now granted, I have not listened to a boatload of music this year for a few legitimate reasons: a} when I do drive, I'm usually listening to a podcast; b} when I'm walking I'm usually listening to a podcast or c} swap out podcast and substitute MLB (I pay for the audio portion of the app, so I'm gonna get my money's wroth). So that basically leaves transcribing on the computer.

And even then, I'm kind of limited with my choices, in that the one piece record player is broken (plug connection needs to be fixed) so...NO VINYL FOR ME!, which leaves my c.d. player (lots of c.d.'s) and YouTube. Now, I know you're speaking to the screen and saying, "wait, wut?!", but hear me out.

Just like the link to the blog post below, I also have a hankerin' for acoustic string instruments. In this particular case, it's classical guitar and RPG influenced fantasy music. This is basically an offshoot of the classical music that I had written about a few years ago when I was doing some hardcore editing/writing in the dining room, where I had relocated my den to after the basement flood. At that time I think I listened to about 50+ hours of all kinds of instrumentals, including all kinds of classical, folk and movie soundtracks.

So as I've gotten older, my musical palette has expanded to include some genres that the average person would go, "ewww." if they were exposed to it. But for me, when it comes to writing on my computer, it works for me. So without further hubris, please check out this post from my blog archives that touches upon this very topic, and see just how my musical tastes have evolved over the past thirteen years.

From the Cedar's Mountain blog archives dated October 25, 2010, called "What I Am Is What I Like"


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Monday, July 3, 2023

Episode #179: Do Dandelions Cry?

Our resident squirrel, who I've finally decided to make peace with this year. I say 'resident' as he's been the primary rodent filching the birdseed from the feeder for the past few years. Now that he's been neutered like the chipmunk {aka, 'no soup for you!'}, I'm now able to tolerate him more.

I thought I would take the opportunity to give a proper writing update on my current project, instead of the occasional word count bragging.

To refresh everyone's memory, my current project was originally an 80+ page pile of slop that I had written back when #44 was in the middle of his first term of office ('08-'12). Not sure where I came up with the idea, beyond being mildly fascinated with strange fantasy during the same time frame. After writing it, or to put it bluntly, becoming quite demotivated in pursuing it any further after getting stuck, we shelved it with the other pile of demotivated offerings and moved on to other things.

Fast forward to the summer of '21. A pipe had imploded causing all kinds of water damage in the basement, which in turn caused me to actually move a bunch of my personal property to dryer grounds. Among those items were quite a few boxes of partially completed stories. I ultimately pulled out about five stories to occupy my time with, since I had recently taken early retirement and I needed something to do.

One of the many stories that I had pulled out was one with the working title of Dandelion Tears. Don't ask me why I came up with that title, because I have absolutely no clue. If you know anything about my writing skills, you know that coming up with an intelligent title ranks way up high on my list of things I hate about writing.

Shortly after pulling out those five stories and working on four of them, I decided to switch my preferred writing style from using a computer to pound out a story to using a pen and notebook paper. There are a myriad of reasons as to why I do this, but the main reason was simply hand fatigue. I have been blessed with a type of muscular dystrophy that had decided to take up permanent residence in my hands, and I'm so thankful for that. :/s

So after I decided to make the switch, I got right to work, and much to my surprise, I really got hooked into writing the story. I really didn't have this happen too often with my writing, as I often would work steadily on a story, but this one got me wanting to keep moving things along. Even when I took a break in the spring of this year, I was actually quite antsy in wanting to get back to it. But, I digress a little.

Early on, I decided to write it as a straight fantasy, as opposed to a paranormal. I actually did some research early on what kind of fantasy I should write, high fantasy or low fantasy. I knew right away that I didn't want to spend a boatload of time in creating a world that would only be used in this story and only be around in the final volume, so I went with low fantasy.

Also early on, I decided to stick to my tried and true tropes, for lack of a better phrase, of using sex and violence for the story, which on its most basic level is a man getting kidnap to brought to some place else to be a slave/servant of some kind. But, we decided to turn things completely upside down and sideways.

For starters, we decided to introduce a plethora of elements that were decidedly nontraditional and decidedly NOT appropriated. Basic elements are as follows.

1} Man is kidnapped by a female mercenary who is hired to retrieve him for her queen.
2} The people who go to retrieve him are both his current wife and his ex-wife. Current wife is a queen in her own right who has two ladies-in-waiting, both of which are Incan by ethnicity.
3} Man was formally employed by the Aztecs. Yes, those Aztecs. Ex-wife is still employed by the Aztecs.
4} Current wife was a forced member of a race of people who reside on a planet called The Pod.

Now, some side elements were introduced as well, some of which could be familiar to you in other stories.

1} Telepathy as a basic language.
2} Humans who were cannibalized, became living skeletons, then became reanimated and immortal.
3) Humanoids were created.
4} The gratuitous and decidedly non-gratuitous scenes of sex, both of which actually move the various plots along.
5} The decidedly tasteful scenes/incidents, as I was able to respectfully describe it, of a genetically predisposed nature that did not cross a particular line. In fact, all of those scenes that I wrote were not graphic to that point.
6} The weaponization of sex as a tool of control. Specifically, as it pertains to the intriguing concept of always having matriarchal line ruling the kingdom, yet the ruler having to do personally repugnant things on a weekly basis as a matter of power and doing business.
7} As always, a generous sprinkling of religion thrown in for good measure.

Now, as I progressed along with this trilogy, and early on I decided that this story was going to be a trilogy, as there was no legitimate way for me to keep it at two volumes, I knew that I had to deal with the real possibility of having to use warnings when I finally get around to publishing this trilogy (I'm thinking at least one to one and half years from now). I understand the concept and the sometimes necessity of warnings/trigger warnings for stories that have troublesome/offensive content.

I always thought that having a warning stating that those over 18+/21+ should be allowed to read my adult fiction was enough. But, and this is a big but, with the type of content that is peppered through the first two volumes and undoubtedly will be peppering the third, it begs the answering the question, "should I slap a warning on my story?". The reluctant answer for me is "yes", I need to put one on. I say 'reluctant' because I'm not a fan of censorship in general, nor am I a fan of people being perpetually offended, as it applies to modern times. But I am cognizant of those people who have actually suffered real trauma of the type where reading/viewing/hearing about it can be a massive trigger to things like PTSD.

As a side note, I had a friend who I didn't show certain parts of stories that I had been working on, simply because those certain parts were very much triggering concerns, and I respected her enough not to show it to her. So I would often let her know what the scene in question was, and let her make the decision, which I would respect.

So, with all that being said, we will touch upon the drier aspects of this writing update. I'm shooting for the beginning of Fall '23 to have the first draft of the trilogy finished, with the first round of edits completed by January '24 before it goes into storage. I also hoped to have the rest of the summary outline finished by January '24, as I had written one covering the first two books. Great reference guide to when I need to make sure that things I'm writing/referring to in book #3 are a continuation from books #1 or #2.

As of this post, I am in the process of transcribing chapters 58 & 59 to the computer. Also as of this post, the current word count sits at 238,303 words, with a total page count of 517. Fun factoids, I have used up four pens writing this monstrosity; I have gone through roughly 900 sheets of notebook paper (roughly 2 sheets/4 pages per 2 pages of Gdoc text) and 8 white line-out tape dispensers.

So this is my writing life and I'm glad I can share all of this with you the reader. May your days be fruitful, the pickings bountiful and that you have zero tolerance of those who have shown that they are adept at consistently winning stupid prizes and still have their eye on the Darwin Award.

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