If you’re wondering where I’ve been all afternoon, I’ve been right here at this computer, doing my part of the final edit of The Silver Trumpet. Our boss, Mark Rushdoony, hopes to publish it in January.
No one has ever published an error-free book, but at Chalcedon we come about as close to it as humanly possible. This will be my third time proofreading the book, and I’m only one of several proofreaders. Actually, it’s quite shocking when I discover–after the book is published!–a typo on a page.
Susan, my editor, had a rather complicated reaction to The Temptation. She’s worried about some of the characters’ welfare. Some of them are very definitely sailing into harm’s way. I pray that in the spring I’ll be ready to start writing the next installment of the story.
But first we’ve gotta get The Silver Trumpet into print!
At least the editing job takes my mind off WordPress.
Yeah, The Temptation, she’s-a done–in spite of all the computer problems, doctor visits, bad weather, and constant interruptions, Book No. 11 of my Bell Mountain series is all typed up, polished, and sent off to my editor.
I have no idea to what extent, if any, I have succeeded in communicating the vision I had for this book. My wife read the last six chapters this morning, but she was very tired and I don’t know quite what to make of her reaction.
What I tried to do, in the climax of this story, was difficult. It had to be written so that a reasonably with-it 12-year-old would have no trouble understanding it, but at the same time in such a way so as not to alienate adult readers. Sorta like when the pitching coach comes out and tells you, “Don’t give him anything to hit, but don’t walk him, either.”
Oh, well. A writer who’s sure of himself is probably headed for a bad book. I had to work very intently on the climax and I’m kinda wrung out. It’ll be a week or two before I start to miss having no book to be working on. In the meantime, Chalcedon has plenty for me to do.
Just so you know I’m not just fatzing around today (as they say in Ninneburky), let me tell ya. Blog posts, edit huge Chalcedon article about economics (requiring duct tape around head), Newswithviews column, recycling center, a trip to the store, type up another chapter of The Temptation (which is hard to read because of cold days when the ink wouldn’t flow smoothly from the pen)–do you wonder why I never got around to another installment of Oy, Rodney? Now I’m a bit too tuckered out to try.
I’ve just got to get this book finished. Somehow! I had hoped to get it done this week.
I’ll try to deliver a cat video this evening. Signing off for now…
Okay, now I really have finished writing The Temptation and can go on to type up the last bunch of chapters, polishing them as I go, and send them in to my editor. And that, Lord willing, will be Bell Mountain No. 11.
As various computer woes swept over me this weekend, I realized there was something important that I had to add to the climax. I won’t tell you what it was, except to say it caught Gallgoid the Chief Spy flat-footed, and you have to get up pretty early in the morning to do that.
Why a picture of a baby alligator hatching?
Well, an alligator starts out small and can grow very, very big; and I pray my books will do the same, in the Lord’s service.
(P.S.–Welcome back, Linda: first good news of the day.)
I’ve been working very hard on The Temptation, racing against the calendar to try to finish it before the weather grows too cold to work outside anymore and I have to somehow write indoors where the phone always rings.
I have this odd sense, now, of drawing toward the climax at a high rate of speed but having no idea of what that climax will turn out to be. My experience has been that God will give it to me in a flash when I’m not expecting it. It’s really cool when that happens, although it tries my nerve to wait for it. Maybe it’s a test of faith.
Now that another big chunk of my time is to be taken away from me and given to the dentist, I suppose I ought to try to work on Sunday. I’d rather not. Some rest would be nice. Ah, well… Guide me, O Lord. Please.
I worked my brains out today, doing over those chapters that the blasted computer devoured yesterday, and they’re all done, emailed to my editor, and printed out on paper, too. Calloo, callay.
Not that The Temptation is finished. There are still more chapters to go, and the Lord has not yet shown me how the story ends.
Meanwhile, some animal called a “shabarak” has entered the story and I don’t yet know what kind of beast it is. I’m leaning toward a Macrauchenia (pictured above). I’ve always been partial to it. It used to live in South America.
Mr. Blog is awful slow today. I hope a cat video later on can pep it up.
Crikey, am I tired!
Well, our IT guy has come and gone, he wrestled with the problem and couldn’t find the cause, much less the solution, and the upshot of it is that the first four chapters in the set are still here, but the last two–the longest ones, of course–are gone. I will have to do them all over again from scratch.
Because of the way I work, those chapters cannot be exactly duplicated. I was only just saying the other day that some of the material in those chapters was as good as anything I’ve ever done. For those who wonder about it, we do have backup, etc., but somehow this stuff never got backed up. The chapters as written are lost somewhere in the bowels of the computer. And Excalibur lies at the bottom of a lake or pond somewhere in England. Good luck trying to find it.
So I’ll write them all over again and ask the Lord to help me make them better than they were.
So I’m typing my current chapter set, and I’m almost done, 27 pages, over 11,000 words–and suddenly the whole blamed thing disappears! Back to “Page 1 of 1, 0 words.”
Where is my work????? How can I get it back? I was just typing away and there it went, gone, vanished, off to see the fairies. When I search for the document, all I get is this blank page.
Anybody out there who can help? Like, before my head explodes! Help!!!!
As I type up my latest chapter set of The Temptation, King Ryons reminisces (if a boy so young can be said to reminisce) his encounter with a great beast bigger than anything else that ever walked the earth. I modeled this creature on the prehistoric giant in this video–Baluchitherium. Yeah, they call it “Indricotherium” now, but I don’t. The clip comes from Tim Haines’ Walking With Prehistoric Beasts, and it’s the closest we can come to seeing what King Ryons saw.
Those little Hyaenodons who want to eat the new-born calf–they were, in fact, almost as big as a rhinoceros. Ryons and Cavall met one of them, too. Ask him about it when you see him!
All of this fun stuff is in my Bell Mountain books; so if you haven’t read ’em yet… But this is not a commercial.