4/25/2015

Change ....


I can hear it jingling deep in a pocket of possibilities ...
opportunities out there, somewhere, just over the horizon,
and the key to them in my hand, or pocket.

 
The world seems brighter and sharper and more mine with change in my pocket ...
Captain, not passenger, not crew, on my life's journey once again.


I can't quite see around the next twist in the trail, over top of the hill I'm climbing ...
you have to trust your feet will find their way, the way they're supposed to,
and in the jingling promise that change makes.

The only rule is that you get to choose the slot, the leap, the path ...
and have to live with the results.

4/17/2015

Thoughts about crowdfunding my writing with Kickstarter


It's that time of year again ... my latest novel, Between the Carries, is doing well both in terms of sales and reviews (this despite my being a bit lax in terms of marketing/promotion this time around), and although I'm keeping myself busy with some other writing projects (most notably my serial fiction project, "Watcher in the Woods"), I can feel the pull of the next novel.

This summer, once school lets out, I'll be writing the fourth novel in the Tyler Cunningham Adirondack Mystery series. I've already got a good feeling about many aspects of the storyline and characters and conflicts/resolutions, and am looking forward to getting back into my annual summertime writing sprint.

For those who don't know much about my process, I've 'gone' to Camp NaNoWriMo for the last three summers, which basically involves committing to a month-long writing sprint which helps me produce a finished rough draft of my novel. It may not work for everyone, but I have been successful for the last three years, writing 80-100 thousand words during one of the summer months.



Last year I treated myself to a writing retreat during one of the weeks of 'Camp', which otherwise doesn't involve going anywhere but home, to write at my kitchen table. I found a small cabin in the woods that I could afford to rent for the final week of my writing, and was able to shed the distractions of writing at home, and had a phenomenal week of writing.


The cabin was plain, simple even, without running water, but it was perfect for me, and I was able to reach a new level of creative output in my writing during my time there.


I wrote for hours at a stretch, didn't worry about the dogs or phonecalls or mail or bills or anything but writing. I had a couple of days of writing 8-10 thousand words, and also wrote some beautiful scenes that carried through essentially untouched to the final draft ... both things I'd never managed before in my writing.


My hope for this summer is to crowdfund a similar writing retreat during my writing sprint, to help me reach that level of creative productivity again when working on my next novel. I'm going to be asking for your help to do this ... through Kickstarter.


The idea is basically this: I'll be asking people to give me some money to help me write the best book I can, and in exchange for that help, I'll be giving them various premiums/gifts (based on the level or magnitude of their help).

People who help me will both:

  1. be helping a writer refine and improve his craft and final product
  2. get their choice of thank you gifts, based on their donations

Premiums will probably range from thank you letters and a mention in the new book and daily/weekly updates to signed books or collections or bookclub sets to previously unreleased stories and poems to author appearances or tours of parts of the Adirondacks described in my books ... all depending on the amount that people pledge.



My thinking on this is that I can use Kickstarter to crowdfund a writing advance, that will support my securing the same (or a substantially similar) writing retreat, which has proven to help me produce better writing.  Where big publishing houses used to fund/support authors writing, the future, or at least my future, may be individuals (be they fans or just patrons of the Arts) voting with their wallets.

I've got a proven track record of success as a writer, and people will both be able to see exactly what I spend their 'advance' on, and get a great thank you at the tail-end of the process in the form of the premium of their choice.


I promise that I will not spend the money raised in my Kickstarter to install a whisky dispenser!

Thanks,

Jamie

4/02/2015

Not Quiteness

My son Ben and I have been away together on vacation, exploring the Four Corners region, for a bit more than a week.

He's changed so much since that first night I held him in the hospital, a time when we were also alone, together. 

He's slowly becoming the man he'll be, rattling the bars of childhood, and gently/respectfully growing away/apart from me and his mother.


Ben,

You were a handful that first night ... just.
I held you and you held me, with those tiny fingers of yours.

I worried needlessly/foolishly/dramatically  that your mother had died in the other room, that we'd be alone, and I'd screw you up; she was fine, and we've screwed you up, all of us together, like everyone does.


At first you were nothing but poop and noise and warmth and need; I could manage all of those.

As you grew and changed, so did your needs ... those changes challenged and frightened, me. I couldn't satisfy them with a bottle or bandaid or a hug, although I tried.

I wanted and tried and failed to protect you from sadness and injury and disappointment in the first years of your life ... it's a parent's, or at least my, curse. Nothing grows strong in a vacuum, though, and luckily or not, the world got past me and at you, and you're on your way ... wherever.

I had some idea that babies became people, but resisted the notion that it would (could) happen to you. You say things, have thoughts and desires, like and dislike food/sports/animals that never would have occurred to me ... it freaks me right out.


I still see myself and your mother in you, but every day there's more of someone else as well.

You're your own being now and I'm terrified that someday he won't need, maybe won't even like, me.

You're not Jamie, not Gail, not a mashup ... you're something new.

New to me, new to the world you're moving through, and most especially, entirely, new to you.

It's awesome. It's terrifying. It's relentless.


The world's never seen anything like you, and I have no doubt that although it's tough being the only Ben some days, I know you're on the right (and only) trail to whoever you'll end up. 

You're on the edge/cusp/cliff/shore of who/what you'll be ... not quite me, not quite you, becoming something/someone new.

I'm suspended on the knife's edge of not wanting you to change and frantically feeling for the remote, so I can fast-forward to future-you. 

I loved you then, I love you now, I'll love you when you shoot past your current not quiteness into ...