Idea Soup

iamaikencom on 25 July 2024

The 2027 novel sloshes about up there. Holding is like holding soup. Shaping it remains out of reach yet.

In my thoughts, I don’t think much about past stories. Doesn’t do me any good, especially when it was good. I attempted to do a short-form video that shows me writing out the opening paragraphs of the 2024 novel, The Little Ambulance War of Winchester County.

I left public service several years ago. Yet with the perversity of the Fates, I still find myself standing next to dead bodies for hours. I still find myself driving to car wrecks. And like yesterday, standing in a house being destroyed by violence, fear, alcohol, and incurable illnesses. The events echo a life’s work. Someone dials 911, and then I walk in.

In the video, you’d see my hand holding a fountain pen writing these words out. While you guys may not know the story, yet, I do. I am able to see the entire structure of the story in that graph. It has form, structure, and is firm. Not sloshy like soup.

2027 novel behaves like fine beach sand from Cranes Beach, north of Boston, it spills between the fingers. I have this drawing booklet with wee sketches in it. At one moment, I have an elderly New England woman who lives alone in the woods. Grandmotherly, but not. Hansel and Gretel or a small lass in a red cloak? Likely neither, of course. The little treatment, sketch, I did up let me explore my native woods with spring ephemerals that grow on the forest floor just after the snow clears.

Floating in my soupy thoughts is a love story with two teens, and for fun, I think they’ll be straight. Why not? I’ve heard that love can support the arc of a novel, and rather a few dramas.

And of course, I have my normal add-ins: Alex Flynn, Sarah Ann Musgrave, Brighid Doran, and Harry. And this crew bring their own kit-bag of chaos: death, suicides, car wrecks, arrests. My sketchy notes tell me stories of medicine and crime that I can use to season the story.

As I get the characters developed, I need to let the plot and subplots find me and I put fingers to the keyboard. I should not admit that I am impatient to get started. For now, the soup simmers.

Luck versus Money versus Work

iamaikencom on 14 July 2024

You know Rock-Paper-Scissors? The arbitor of childhood disputes, bar bills between mates, and general nonsense. No pick is perfect. Rock beat scissors, paper beats rock.

The three elements dance in a circle each one dependent on the other. They may just be the three in the three/three rhythm. I’d like to thank luck, then I think it was hard work and perseverance that got me this far. But then without a few denars in my pocket, I wouldn’t have the freedom, time, and tools to do the work I love. Rock beats scissors. Paper beats rock. Scissors beat Rock, as the hand wraps a fist.

Luck

I just shipped 3 advance review copies of The Little Ambulance War of Winchester County (boy that is a long name. Of course, Jonas Jonasson has me beat with “The 100 year old man who climbed out the Window and Disappeared”). I thought how lucky I am to be shipping these copies to random strangers (Upstate New York, Illinois, and Missouri).

Work

What hard work it was to get here. I can’t count the failed manuscripts, abandoned manuscripts, the hundreds of rejection letters. The Little Ambulance War earned over 90 rejections letters. The one prior to that, at least 80. My 1995 manuscript you can add another 40 to 50 rejections. Failure after failure after failure. I am very ok with that. I have learned to embrace failure. Point at it, call it by its name. There, that is a flop, a failure. Naming a failure and studying it allows for learning — or dark exploration of the impact of dark matter and the odd behavior of quarks, take your pick, I’d say.

The writing happens. I know every edit just screamed for me. It just does. I write the way other hum or sing or pluck a guitar or drive fast. The thought is there in 800 words or 2000 words or 4000 words. Then I must figure out the tenses, and un-break my typos, my dyslexic spellings, find the missing words, and all my other normal foibles. That’s work for me. It that in the right order? Does that work? Did I say enough? Did I write too much? I don’t know how to go through a week without writing.

With enough failures and rejections, I know my weakness. At least three times since the pandemic I have written myself 60,000 words into a novel only to discover there is no arc and, oops, no ending. Isn’t that rule? “Begin with the end in mind”. Then I think, what visual artist hasn’t taken the time to sketch with the tip and side of a pencil to discover the shape of things, the personality of characters, the focus, and discover how to build tension with a few strokes of graphite on paper. That’s not a failed manuscript or a failed story, it is a sketch. The masterpiece may, or may not, yet come of that render.

I learned my work habits early. My father woke at the same time nearly every day and wrote for the first 4-6 hours of the morning. Coffee and cigarette in his study. I turned 60 today and I see a reflection of my father in my own discipline. No cigarette and no coffee, but yes to tea, thank you. These routines permit the work to flow through me with the regularity one might derive from a healthy diet.

It is work to write. It is work to evaluate your own right. Is this interesting enough? Am I telling a story that anyone cares about. How can I sculpt this to better support the story?

None if this matters, if there isn’t food on the table, a roof over the heads, a place to sleep, clean water to drink and clothing to cover bits of my anatomy (you’re welcome, by the way). Without money, it is hard to push yourself creatively.  Art and creativity don’t pay their own wages.

Have I stridden to deep into gratitude journal? Oh well, it is ok to be grateful. I am grateful. With hundreds of rejections, a digital-draw full of writings, and some measure of hope, I am seeing a novel get published in September. On one hand I want to minimize the accomplishment with mutters about past publications: short stories, technical books and articles. Oh pfft, ain’t nothing about a natural step forward. No, not true. I had luck, work, and money all click together nicely.

Money

Why money?

When emailing a friend, a long-established author, a prize-winning author, a guy with movie and TV credits, he informed me that his publishing company has “asked” him to hire his own publicist. A guy with a mature and successful career just got told that he needs to invest his money in his own marketing efforts. So not just the newbs, but the seasoned professionals find the publishing world shifting under their feet too.

Money is a help. As I am learning this summer of 2024, I must build a brand and sell me to you. Like every other creative person looking to pay the mortgage, I want to scream: “Isn’t enough that I write and tell stories?” The contemporary answer is, “no.” I am a business. I must create the product, market the product, find my peeps, communicate with my peeps, love my peeps, and once I make a connection, keep them engaged. Money helps.

Any monkey’s uncle can publish a book. And for those who haven’t seen it, it is happening daily. Find a topic, find a delightful title, tell AI to write you a novel. You publish to Amazon, and some one will buy it.

Human beings now stand in a digital crowd waving human arms with human shaped hands saying, I am human. We’re standing next to digital facsimiles who occasional burst out with an extra finger or a malformed arm with two elbows. We must reach out to other human beings to say, I am not a cat or I am not AI. I am me, human, writer, etc.

The goal is presales. The goals include thumbs up, likes, hearts, want-to-reads. The goals are digital clicks from real people who will hopefully walk into real bookstores and buy a real book and smile a real person while paying with digital cash.

So, I hired a marketing person to help me. Together, we develop strategies for social media and we work and work and work at it.

Luck & Money & Work

In a week, we (me, Elina, Catalyst Publishing, spousal human behind the scenes) all picking goals that involve interest, presales, units sold, reviewer’s thoughts, social media references. In one week, we went from having nothing to over 3000 folks interested enough in The Little Ambulance War to click a button and say: “hey, maybe?!?”

That is luck. I write in a room surrounded by Vermont forests and hills. In any given month, I see the same 10 humans. The staff at the farmer’s coop for chicken feed and bedding, a few local friends, the counter guy at a local farm stand where we buy two black-and-white frappes (it is not some nonsense from a coffee shop!) What do I know about people beyond this boundary? Nothing. But 3000 people said, “maybe”. That came from luck, hard work, and investment of actual money.

I thank you for your interest.

Birthday 14JUL

My birthday treat to myself on 14JUL 2024, I will deliberately tumble and roll down a hill in my yard. My grandmother did her first somersault at either 60 or 66. I’ve been a reckless idiot most of my life. I have earned my horrible knees, but damn it, I can still take a tumble for fun and walk away (I hope). That’s sixty. Finally knowing better and still acting stupid. Go for it.

The End is just the beginning

iamaikencom on 2 July 2024

Captain Henry is a novel that has a foothold in at least three wars spanning 150 years. Told primarily as first person and present-tense accounts from members of one family.

Stolen Mountain

iamaikencom on 19 April 2024

The story of Trowbridge Vermont looks as messy and chaotic as the forests here. The first novel in the series helped me scrape the rust off the process of writing novels freeing me from the structures of technical writing, but I stuck too close to exposé. When done with the novel called “Trowbridge Vermont”, I called it a flop.

I jumped into a second book about Trowbridge. This book, being released in September of 2024, starts in metro-Boston then lands in Trowbridge twenty or more years later. That book earned the name “The Little Ambulance War of Winchester County“.

Needing a book to release in 2025, I put my focus back onto the flop called “Trowbridge Vermont”. I re-wrote it from scratch. I think I kept part of one chapter. When done with the manuscript, I looked at the nameless digital manuscript. T2 is a terrible name. I don’t need Arnie Schwartzenegger telling us all he’ll be back

How to Create a Title

Me, I had a lot of bad ideas before a good one. In a book about fraud, started thinking about stealing things. Fraud is theft. Theft of confidence. Theft of property. Theft of money. I played on that idea. Stealing Monday. Stealing Tuesday. Tuesday’s on the phone to Wednesday. Wednesday was in a movie I watched recently. I wonder what we can watch on streaming tonight? The following day, I recognized that the bad guy(s) stole a mountain. I pictured it like those magicians who stole Lady Liberty and the Eiffel Tower decades ago. Poof, you’re mountain is gone.

Then because stream-of-consciousness, I wondered what a Stollen Mountain may taste of look like. Even that image worked for me, a lumpy fruit bread with icing and icing sugar. It isn’t a festive bread served during the yule tide, it is a novel about the woman who chased a guy who stole a mountain from the good people of Vermont.

Cover Design

iamaikencom on 28 February 2024

My mother, Susan, designed book jackets and laid books out for publication. In her younger and healthier days, she sculpted. I remember her toting heavy bags of clay and welding. She worked with lost-wax and bronze. For a decade-plus, she live part of the year in northern Italy sculpting in marble. With a decline in health, she worked from a desk. Oh, we could fuss at each other. She had the ideas but lacked the computer skills to execute them. I had the skills but little interest in her work. The push-and-pull of family dynamics.

Now needing a book cover, I miss the dynamics of our conversations.

The Little Ambulance War of Winchester County

  • Smashed Ambulances (so bad, I never started)
  • Vermont State Flag (failure)
  • Mycelial Network (failure)
  • A Vermont Noir – so maybe this will work?

4. Vermont Noir

Vermont looks great in the postcards with a church spire rising from a valley surrounded by the autumnal hues of reds, orange, yellow, and brown. We love the ski photos too. The red barn with cattle, sheep, and old farm house, that’s familiar. Then there is that sense of isolation, remoteness and starkness that locals experience.

The Little Ambulance War of Winchester County

This work came from the artistry of https://www.karenvermeulen.com/.

3. Mycelial Network

Throughout the novel, I describe PTSD as a series of black-fibers and as a mycelial network. Lexi describes PTSD as “tinea mentis” a concept that blends the technical name for athletes foot, a fungal infection, and mentis referencing the brain.

I searched for related images. There are some brilliant images out there augmented by the use of Star Trek’s mycelial flight technology. The imagery spanned from the highly scientific to the stylized images of computer networks. I spent time looking at a spider web clinging to my office window. But a spider hanging from a web bring exactly one story to mind. Some Pig. I need to avoid the link to books for young readers.

I explored a black-on-black motif using matt and gloss. That would require embossing the cover. Great idea for old-world books. But podcast and audiobook covers are 3000px square and often too small to resolve. Black-on-black would fail. Working with Illustrator, I remembered the paperback cover for my father’s book Fletch.

The colors of red, black, and white presented boldly to the shopper. In our house, we called it, rouge et noir. I was a kid back then. I added this concept to my own cover art.

In a tip-of-the-hat, I also stole/borrowed, the opening dialogue from my fathers book. You’ll find it at the opening of chapter Two. That’s for another story.

2. Vermont State Flag

The Vermont state flag displays the state seal on a blue background. The seal has a field, a pine tree, a cow, hills and a few haystacks. These are images that reckon to the state’s agricultural roots.

Piggies / Vermont State Police Decal

In 2008, an unknown prisoner modified the state seal. The prisoner substituted little piggy faces for the stacks of hay. It took four years for someone to see these little faces and understand the intended slander. Read the story here: NPR

I explored riffing on this state seal. Instead of the cow and hay, I could have ambulances facing off in a green pasture. I did a bit of work with water colors and cut-outs.

1. Smashed Ambulances

There are several themes throughout the book. The first and most obvious involves ambulances at war. I asked: is it possible to illustrate ambulance smashing into each other or other means of showing violence and such. It was a terrible idea. Failed within minutes of picturing wrecked ambulance. I’ve seen it. I have experienced the pain that results. No!

Chip Kidd says while standing on front of an image of an apple and the word “Apple”: You don’t need both. The least useful thing to put on a book with the word “ambulance” in the title is the actual ambulance.

Fail.