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Sometimes I wonder if I’m ever going to finish my book. I write all the time and yet my forward progress compares unfavorably to that of most slugs. I passed by a tree this evening and saw a slug trail on the bark that was easily eight feet off the ground. That was one ambitious gastropod. As noted railroad guy Robert R. Young once wrote, “The way a person spends his evenings is a part of that thin area between success and failure.”

When I came home from work I put in another 90 minutes, crawled ahead a bit, filled in a gap or two. I can’t resist revisiting earlier chapters and making adjustments, I’d like to think just like a sculptor , though probably the best analogy is to a chiropractor. This is how I work when I write fiction. I take comfort from something I read once about John McPhee:

McPhee has published more than 25 books, even though he rarely writes more than 500 words a day. He once tried tying himself to a chair to force himself to write more, but it didn’t work. He said, “People say to me, ‘Oh, you’re so prolific.’ God, it doesn’t feel like it – nothing like it. But you know, you put an ounce in a bucket each day, you get a quart.”

Writing sometimes feels more like drop-by-drop torture than doling out an ounce. Sometimes an ounce feels like an unattainable body of water. And sometimes the words pour out and you speed ahead, a big rooster tail in your wake. I guess the only thing to do, as many people have said, is to show up for yourself, as I’m doing here for Clarion West. If you write every day, you’ll hit your share of gushers. Then maybe these damn metaphors will stop.

I’m too sexy for my shirt
Tomorrow is the best day of the entire year: my birthday! Your birthday is a pretty good day, but my birthday is the best and it’s about time you acknowledged my total domination of all things birthday. Fortunately for all concerned, I am a generous ruler and I urge you to celebrate along with me on July 3. (I was born an hour and a half before the Fourth – Mom had had enough!)

One more thing: This is my 99th post.

Random Pick of the Day
Jimi Hendrix, Band of Gypsys (1970)
Some records improve over time. This is one. Everything was there when I brought it home from the record store when I was in high school, but it’s only now that I can really appreciate it – or really hear it. “Changes” got the airplay at the time, and deservedly so. But “Message to Love” might be better. You really can’t beat Hendrix’s first three albums, but I keep playing this one.

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This morning I went to work on a Monday for the first time in five months. And I spent the whole day at a desk. I could only do one activity and someone else thought it up for me. How do people do this??

This assignment will be over in a week, and then I get back to where I once belonged. Someday my prince will come, and when he does he’ll offer me full-time employment. In the meantime, I have the Clarion West Write-a-thon, where I’m still conjuring a book out of years of reading, supposing, and daydreaming, paragraph by paragraph.

I’m a great believer in the power of the paragraph. I think paragraphs should have a little plot, should lead you into something strange and different, tie the knot in the middle, and at the end do a little surprise, and then prepare you for the next paragraph. (Norman Maclean)

Another hour to the good today, and a little closer to the goal of typing THE END to a paperback novel, like the kind the drugstore sells. I’m not sure exactly how I’m going to get there. These paragraphs keep surprising me!

Random Pick of the Day: 30 Year Anniversary Edition
Red Rockers, Good As Gold (1983)
Red Rockers were efficient. They had two hits, and they put them both on the same album, tracks 1 and 2. Done! These songs are excellent pop treats; “China” was the upbeat one, “Good As Gold” was the serious one. Don’t spoil them by looking up the videos. I doubt many people ever made it all the way from track 3 to track 10. I did it – once!

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I was up until 1:30am in the wake of our party, and then I had to get up relatively early to reassemble the house and garden and take my Little Brother to see Monsters University (which I recommend) and then to lunch at Taco Bell (which I don’t). The temperature topped 90 here in Portland, and Deshawn, who just turned 17, suddenly saw the wisdom of getting a summer job in an ice-cold movie theater.

When I got home late this afternoon I wasn’t exactly at my best. In fact, one of the first things I did, after thanking Special D for all the party clean-up she did, was fall over on the first comfy horizontal surface. But I rallied after dinner and put in my hour.

I may only be getting one workable page each day, but in A Moveable Feast, Hemingway was usually quite happy with one good page. I’m not doing all the drinking he was doing, but the principle is the same. “Write it the way you see it and the hell with it,” the man wrote, and though he’s nowhere near my favorite writer, who am I to argue?

Box score
I believe I’ll only do the box score on Sundays.
– I’ve written for 8 days out of 8
– 9.5 total hours
– Current word total: 19,300 (I was hoping to hit 20,000 by tonight. Not far off!)*
– Here’s the Clarion West Write-a-thon
– Here’s my first post on the Write-a-thon
– Best movie Deshawn and I have seen: Scott Pilgrim vs. the World
– Worst: Hop

* 19,300 since I started writing this book, not since I started the Write-a-thon.

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Random Pick of the Day
Camper Van Beethoven, Key Lime Pie (1989)
If you could plug in one of the bands that accompanied the Union army during the Civil War, you’d about have Camper Van Beethoven. Key Lime Pie includes the band’s gorgeous cover of ’60s psychedelic classic “Pictures of Matchstick Men” and the bizarro drama of “Jack Ruby.” Camper Van can be hilarious, as in their 1986 masterwork, “Take the Skinheads Bowling.” Co-founder Dave Lowery later formed Cracker, who were a lot less amusing.

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Trying to write on the day when you’re holding a twilight garden party is probably not the best idea, but I somehow managed an hour of working on my book. A character I had mentioned in passing appeared again, this time with a betting game he liked to play. I was surprised – I thought he was just a name in the middle of a sentence. I didn’t write much in that hour but I liked what I wrote.

The party turned out just fine. Even the mosquitoes noted the occasion and stayed away, although it could be that we’re in debt to the bat colony next door.

Rejections: Plague or pestilence?
Today’s cartoon looks at the number-one killer of writers: rejection. The elite writers always seem to skip this stage, but the rest of us have to learn acceptance and humility pretty quickly. I had 64 rejections on the day I sold my first short story. I remember that because it’s the number of squares on a chess board. I stopped counting in the mid-1990s, because by then my total had surpassed 500 and it was way too depressing.

I don’t know where I am now, but I do know that the two magazines that have rejected me the most are The New Yorker and Fantasy & Science Fiction. I’m guessing they’re tied at about 50 each. Many of their form rejections came with a “Sorry” scribbled by a human. I take some consolation from that.

How do you survive rejection? Everyone says not to take it personally, but of course you take it personally. What else can you do, alone at your desk, with the vision of your byline in your favorite magazine suddenly gone kerflooey?

Well, you don’t get angry at the puny editor who couldn’t detect your brilliance if they gave him the Hubble Space Telescope. The editor might be myopic, or has maybe seen 15 stories this year with the same plot, or maybe you’re still not good enough. All you can do is send your story off to another place and keep on writing. Yes, I want to be successful. But being successful is beyond my control. The only thing I control is the process of writing. So I keep on writing. It’s taken me years to learn that.

Weird places where I’ve been published
American Window Cleaner
Classic Toy Trains
Computer Games Strategy Plus
Postcard Collector
Rubberstampmadness

Random Pick of the Day
Lords of the New Church, Killer Lords (1985)
You would’ve expected Lords of the New Church to be a vicious punk band, as everyone in it came from a vicious punk band, particularly singer-songwriter Stiv Bators, who started life in The Dead Boys, who made The Ramones look like the cast of Glee.

But Lords of the New Church were nowhere near vicious. Their songs are about freedom, same as punk, and while they are played with urgency and sincerity they are not played with anger or to gross you out. “Dance With Me” is actually danceable, as are their loving covers of Creedence Clearwater’s “Hey Tonight” and The Grass Roots’ “Live for Today” (almost a hit for them), and even “Open Your Eyes,” though its lyrics are straight from the Gang of Four playbook:
Video games train the kids for war
Army chic in high-fashion stores
Law and order’s done their job
Prisons filled while the rich still rob.

This is my Saturday, June 29 post, BTW. Our party got out of hand, by the clock, and I couldn’t get this in until after midnight. I’ll be back this evening. Thanks for following along!

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After hours of wrestling with customer service and how to teach it to people who spend their days testing oil viscosity and tracking down Mason jars sent in by irate customers, the last thing I wanted to do was light a fire under my brain. But Crash Davis was right. After five consecutive victories (every day I write is another victory), why settle for a defeat?

So I dragged myself into Chapter 6, where I’ve been dumping misfit paragraphs since Monday. It looked like my parents’ basement in there. But after an hour I felt I brought about some order, and if I keep this up through the weekend I’ll have a milestone to report on Sunday night.

Speaking of my parents: They just celebrated their 59th anniversary! Three cheers to Irving and Gloria. You crazy kids!

Sleep that knits up the raveled sleeve of care
Loyal Reader Linda brings up a good point in her comment on yesterday’s very exciting post. Sometimes, staying awake is the hardest part of thinking and writing. Geniuses and other productive people typically sleep less than eight hours per night (Edison only slept on national holidays), and I’ve read that as you grow older, you require less sleep.

This is bullshit. My Personal Sleep Quotient, which is approximately 10 hours per night, hasn’t budged since I was a teenager. With less than 10 hours stored in my head, I don’t feel like I’m at the top of my game. Very few people have made a name for themselves while spending that much time unconscious. The only two I know are Calvin Coolidge and Tony Conigliaro. Coolidge wasn’t much of a president, but Tony C still holds the record for most home runs as a teenager (24 at the age of 19, in 1964). It doesn’t help that I’m the only human being in Portland or Seattle who doesn’t drink coffee. Somehow I soldier on.

Box score
– I’ve written for 6 days out of 6
– 7.5 total hours
– Here’s the Clarion West Write-a-thon
– Here’s my first post on the Write-a-thon

Random Pick of the Day
Big Head Todd & The Monsters, Stratagem (1994)
Stratagem isn’t very good at all, but it has the only two songs I like by Big Head Todd: “Shadowlands,” one of those rare rock songs that builds a mood of approaching menace, and the title track, which sounds like a Pink Floyd ballad with a heart. Todd Park Mohr doesn’t have a great voice, but with what he does have he can move some pretty big hills.

Bonus: “Turn the Light Out” on their first album, Sister Sweetly, is a bouncy update of Donovan’s “Hurdy Gurdy Man.”

Random Musical Fact of the Day
Donna Summer (“Lookin’ for some hot stuff baby this evenin’ ”) was discovered while singing back-up for Three Dog Night (“Jeremiah was a bullfrog”).