Almost Done!

31. July 2025 · 1 comment · Categories: Random Book and Media Musings

Much to my own surprise, I am all but done with the draft of the next book in the historical YA series – the Kettering Family saga. The sequel to West Towards the Sunset is all but finished, just a post-script chapter to finish, and to assemble some historical notes to wrap up an account of young Jon Ketterings’ experiences in the early days of the California Gold Rush and it will all be ready for beta readers to have a go. (Seriously – anyone with special deep knowledge of the early days of the Gold Rush want to have a go? Send me a comment, and I’ll arrange for a PDF.) My notion for writing a family saga covering over twenty or thirty years of events in the occasionally very wild west while keeping the protagonist as a tween, or young teen came as an inspiration – follow sequential children in the family as they start to take an interest in events and things around them. So this is Jon’s turn – as a lively 9-12 year-old boy, who as it has turned out – is slightly dyslexic, and disinclined to be enthusiastic towards anything resembling formal education. This quality does not present so much of a difficulty for his family in the 1840s as it would in this present day. The Kettering parents just quietly conclude that he is not one meant for scholarship and allow him the space to turn his interests in more practical directions. Which, as this is set in California in 1848-49 offered considerable scope to have him experience in some well-known aspects and some more obscure ones, witness some interesting events and make friends with at least one person who would later become very, very well known. (There will be perhaps three or four more adventures, taking the Kettering family up through the Civil War and slightly afterwards.)

So – that’s the current situation. Wee Jamie, the Wonder Grandson starts preschool next month. I will not nearly be tied as tightly to a 4-year-olds rigid schedule and needs, which will offer a bit more time for writing and other things. August looms up, along with a couple of book events and fairs, and we will be preparing for them. I might even be able to finish off the final Luna City installation (which is half-written out in draft), and start on the Hallmark Holiday Movie style Blue Collar Romance, suggested by my fellow bloggers.

State of the Author – 2025

17. July 2025 · Comments Off on State of the Author – 2025 · Categories: Domestic, Luna City, Random Book and Media Musings

OK – a titch over halfway through the year, and it’s been shaping up very well for me personally, all things considered. I made the last payment on the 30-year mortgage for my personal Patch of Paradise and received all but the last 2,000$ or so of the insurance payout for the accident that destroyed poor little lamented Thing the Versa. (A certain amount held out by the law firm to cover the final invoice on the medical scan which verified that yes, I had some bone damage to go with the simply awesome collection of bruises. Which payment invoice is lagging and lagging … yes, Big Government Medical matters proceed at the stately pace of a drugged Galapagos tortoise.)

These developments ease the necessity for tight budgeting and even allow for some frivolous expenses – a thing which hasn’t happened since the year that I spent in Korea doing outside voice-work. Some of those frivolous expenditures include being able to pay for overnight accommodations for distant-from-home book events. Alas, one of the big local book and music celebrations which I liked participating in was the West Texas Book and Music Festival in Abilene; and it seems that yearly event died the death during the Covidiocy. I can’t find any trace of it left at all in current social media, which was a pity, as I enjoyed getting there at least as much as I like participating. But the Giddings Word Wrangler is still a going concern, and I was invited to this fall. I hope to hear soon about Miss Ruby’s Author Corral in Goliad, too.

With luck, I think I will have finished Hills of Gold, the sequel to West Towards the Sunset by the end of the year. I have projected this as a YA historical adventure series relating the sequential adventures of the Kettering tweens and teens during pre-Civil War days on the western frontier: California and Nevada mostly, during the various gold and silver rushes there. The second in the series, focusing on Jon Kettering (a small boy in West Towards the Sunset, which focuses on his older sister, Sally), is about two-thirds completed in draft. I also had a glorious inspiration for writing a further adventure concerning a younger sister in the Virginia City, Nevada silver rush. Oh, and Jon Kettering himself becomes a Pony Express rider, during the crisis year that the Pony Express was a going, yet ultimately economically crushing concern.

I also have the long-promised final volume of the contemporary Luna City chronicles about half-done, and several notions to round out the various plot threads/story arcs:  the wedding of Richard and Kate, the eventual disposition of the legendary Mills Treasure, what happened to Joe Vaughn at the end of Volume 11 … all sorts of little things in the Most Perfect Small Town in South Texas. In the Luna City time line we are also coming up on the start of the Covidiocy. Also a couple of real-life people who I based characters on have since passed away … so it just seems like a good place to wind up the story. Not for good, though – I still have half a mind to do another YA series, with Letty, Douglas, Stephen and their other friends as kids in the 1930s. I’m seeing it as sort of an Americanized Emil and the Detectives, with their little group helping Chief McGill and Sgt. Drury solve small rural mysteries. But that has to wait on me finishing the Kettering series, of course.

The Novel Way

26. June 2025 · 1 comment · Categories: Domestic, Random Book and Media Musings

This week I chanced upon watching the movie ‘The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society’, based on the recent bestselling novel. A relative rarity among novel forms of late, Guernsey Literary Etc. took the form of an epistolary novel, a conceit of plot and character-construction through letters from various characters. The movie version is a decent little movie; a relatively faultless evocation of a historical period, filmed mostly in charming rural locations and unscathed by any actor in it feeling a need to loudly bloviate on current social trends and controversies, at least as far as I know about.

Anyway, the epistolary novel isn’t much done these days; the last mega-huge bestseller in that form that I remember reading of my own free will was 1965’s Up The Down Staircase – a chaotic year in the life of an idealistic young schoolteacher on her first year in an interestingly dysfunctional urban school. Dysfunction then meant smoking cigarettes out behind the trash cans and dropping cherry bombs in the boys’ lavatory toilets, which seems rather charmingly retro, in comparison to present-day open riot in the hallways and violent assault in the classroom. Staircase was also made into a movie starring Sandy Dennis.

But the epistolary form was once overwhelmingly popular, especially in the 18th century. What has been accepted as the first-ever novel in English, Samuel Richardson’s Pamela; Or Virtue Rewarded established the form. That novel began as a series of template letters, newly-literate, newly-well-to-do gentlemen and ladies, for the use of, only Richardson wished to incorporate moral lessons in the template letters and so created a narrative and characters to hang the letters upon. Pamela turned out to be so wildly popular on that merit that Richardson followed it with another such, even longer and more operatic: Clarissa Or the History of a Young Lady. This featured a young woman of imperishable virtue and her moral victory over a scheming vile seducer, who was not above kidnapping, drugging and rape of the heroine. This was also made into a miniseries in 1991, with Sean Bean as the vile seducer. He dies in the end, as is his customary habit in most (not all) movies and miniseries episodes in which he appears.

There are advantages to telling a story thusly; it is outright fun for a writer to basically create a character monolog and put on another voice and style, for however long or short – and sometimes very short. I’ve done a partial-epistolary in My Dear Cousin, and incorporated letters from characters in some of my other books. (Truckee, The Adelsverein Trilogy, That Fateful Lightning.) It’s also an excellent means of incorporating a necessary info-dump or inserting a shorter account of what would be a tediously lengthy scene or account of a necessary sequence if done in full narration. There is scope for a modern version, with emails, memos-for-record, messages and blog posts, so the format is not exhausted by any means.

There are some disadvantages to writing a completely epistolary novel; it is all a sequence of monologues, and with a good writer, the character voice of every letter-writing character ought to be distinctive, differentiated from each other on the page. Given that not many scribblers of letters are given to write like a reporter, descriptions and conversations are … often sketchy, and more implied than actually included verbatim. I suspect that totally epistolary novels must be carefully planned and plotted in advance so as to be certain of including every necessary detail. The other disadvantage shows up more clearly in novels like Richardson’s Clarissa, wherein a five-minute long incident or conversation becomes the basis for a pages-long letter describing it in exhaustive detail. A brief sliver of action is measured off in yards, and yards and yards of verbiage which would have taken hours to write, giving one to wonder if these characters really did anything without a ream of paper in one hand, and an inkpot and pen in the other to memorialize the moment, rather like 18th century verbal selfie.
Discuss as you will – what other interesting epistolary or semi-epistolary novels are out there today?

Don’t Pet the Fluffy Cow

05. June 2025 · Comments Off on Don’t Pet the Fluffy Cow · Categories: Domestic

Wee Jamie, the wonder grandson, has a whole room full of toys – and most of them have not been purchased by an indulgent grandparent, but rather his mother, who revels in thrift stores and invariably emerges from the premises, triumphantly bearing a rather choice item that she got for a relative pittance. Such as the collections of originally high-end Coach or Dooney & Burke handbags which she bought here and there for $5-25 dollars which are valued on EBay for about four times that, or more. Seriously, I think the guy at the local luggage, shoe and handbag repair place wants to follow her into one of these emporiums, just to get a handle on how she manages to spot the good stuff. This is the woman who picked up a pair of earrings out of the 1$ bin of costume jewelry at a booth at the Blanco monthly market and had them turn out to be real emeralds and 18 carat gold.

Anyway, she buys Fisher-Price Little People sets for Wee Jamie, and the one which he currently loves the most – or which he plays with the most often – is the jungle adventure set. There are a number of buttons on it, which elicit a chirpy voice telling the kids about how neato wild animals are, and suggesting short, happy, and helpful encounters with the jungle critters: one suggests that a hippo will helpfully carry you across the river, and the  other that a chimpanzee will share bananas with you if you are hungry. Talk about fantasies … in real-no-kidding jungle wilderness, hippos are horribly dangerous (being large, nearsighted and hostile) and chimpanzees are vicious and murderous primates several times stronger than the average male of our species.

And in fact, bears are not cuddly, friendly creatures either, so WHY do we give children stuffed bears to play with and give them the notion that a thousand-pound brown bear is Christopher Robin’s silly friend Pooh? I know – fantasy, and story-telling, which is all very nice in it’s place, but it would be nice if at some point we got more realistic about wildlife to our offspring generally. Look, it’s not just Australia where all the wildlife is planning to kill humans. The larger mammals in the rest of the world are, especially the big carnivorous ones with lots of claws and sharp teeth. We are tasty and made of meat, and even the larger herbivores can be hazardous to humans, as every park ranger working our popular wilderness parks can attest. The rank stupidity of park visitors who have to be warned against trying to pet the buffalo or park their children close to the wandering bear to get that perfect photo shot has not been exaggerated. There is a reason such people are dubbed “tourons.”

Thus endeth the lessen for today. I wonder if the jungle adventure Little People toy can be reprogrammed to say something like “The hippo is huge, stupid and dangerous – build yourself a canoe” and “The chimpanzee will not share – he’s rip your face off, so pick your own banana.”

Recollections of the Newsmaking Machinery

22. May 2025 · Comments Off on Recollections of the Newsmaking Machinery · Categories: Memoir, Random Book and Media Musings

This blog entry by another author reminded me irresistibly of the period in late 1978 when there was a considerable turnover in the Vatican – in that a long-serving Pope passed away of more or less natural causes, followed by the usual ceremonies, followed again by the lengthy ceremonial ritual of the college of cardinals selecting and installing another pontiff. All these occurrences made for considerable news coverage through our network lead station, FEN-Tokyo, and some inadvertent hilarity on my part, listening to one of their staff announcers (owner of a magnificent resonant speaking voice and the most vacant skull ever recorded in the possession of an AFRTS broadcast specialist) repeatedly mangle the phrase “papal encyclical” in news releases. There was a good reason – several volumes of them, actually – that this broadcaster was famed as “The Ted Baxter of the Far East Network. He was a legend in his time…

Lo and behold, after  weeks of noting all these stories out of the Vatican (it was a very dull period with regard to major news developments in international news, I think) … Pope John Paul I passed away after barely three weeks and change in office. (The shortest Papacy on record, it seems – even counting some of the very earliest in the times of Roman persecution or later corrupt Renaissance shenanigans.) One of my NCO supervisors mused, “I guess the excitement was too much for him,” while my friend Marsh wailed despairingly, “You know what this means?! Another month of Dead Pope!!”

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