Dragon*Con Again. And I’m Off….
I was going to insert the Dragon*Con logo as the introductory image for this particular post, but when I did an image search for Dragon*Con, this popped up, and it wowed me so much I HAD to use it. Whoever this young lady is, she’s awesome. And I’m sure I saw her in passing at some point during my many years of attending Dragon*Con, but there’s sooo many people at the Con and sooo much to see, well… I probably saw her and didn’t think much of it. But this picture. Wow.
In a recent post I said I was “flailing around”, trying to figure out what to write about. And then a couple of days ago while I was in the shower, it dawned on me that Dragon*Con was right around the corner and that I could write about it!
I get a lot of ideas in the shower.
Anyway, Dragon*Con starts TODAY, and it is fully my intention to give you my immediate impressions through Tweets and Facebook posts. I’ll post pictures, too. Last year, I’d vowed to be diligent regarding my “journalistic” approach to the Con, and I failed utterly - I just got so distracted by how FUCKING FUN it is that I let the journalism slide. This year will be better, because I have better resources for keeping connected - laptop, smart phone, etc.
The immediacy of today’s technology astounds me. Perhaps even more than the picture of the vampire nurse does.
As an appetizer for my future broadcasts, let me start by saying that it is possible that Dragon*Con is my favorite five days out of every year. My friend Eddie says it’s his, hands down, but he doesn’t have kids at Christmas and stuff like that. Still, the more I think about it, the more I think he may be onto something. Kids at Christmas are fun. But not Dragon*Con FUN.
It also helps that this year, my birthday falls on the Sunday of the Con, and that this is one of those special birthdays for me.
So here we go. Introductory post. And yeah, I’m gonna be shameless: it’s my birthday party, folks. Buy me presents.
I Suck At Vacations
I don’t know about you, but whenever I go on a prolonged trip away from my home and my routine, it only takes a couple of days before I’m ready to come back to the usual grind. I’m curious, actually, if anybody out there feels the same as I do when you’re “on vacation.”
Lemme tell you a little bit about it, and see what you think.
As many of you know, I don’t have an 8 to 5 go to the office dress in slacks and a nice shirt job. I haven’t had a job like that for 12 years - the closest thing was probably the stint I did at Cisco, where I had to log on from my home office at 8 in the morning and had to be available until 5 or 6 in the evening. But even then, I was at home, and I attended meetings in my underwear and blasted Beastie Boys sometimes while I worked. And then there were the years I worked part time at Maizie Hale PR. I had to go into the office at 10 or so and stay until 2 or 3, and I had to dress up a little. But that was part time, and most of the week I was doing my own thing. And I rarely had to deal with rush hour traffic.
So the difference between me and MOST people, I suppose, is that they have a set routine and a place they have to be every day, and having that pattern day in and day out probably gets to them, such that when they get their vacation time - those precious 2 weeks in the summer, those most excellent of days during the holiday season - they are more than ready to get away from all their stress, and either laze around on the beach with a few cocktails or spend some time hanging out with their family.
My thing is - the longer I stay on vacation, the more stressed out I get. I simply cannot settle into lying around all day on the beach, or going swimming whenever I like, and NOT doing the things I usually do on a daily basis. By the time a week has gone by, I’m cranky, lethargic, and ready to go home. And my stress is usually higher than it was when I left.
I think I’m this way for two reasons. First is that, because I DON’T have a routine imposed on me, I have to impose one on myself. I keep running lists of things to do, and I always, ALWAYS have something that needs to be done. These things include editing my current story or novel, updating this site, finishing client work, doing odd jobs around the house, and running this errand or that to make sure my household operates as smoothly as a household can. When I’m actively doing these things, and I can see the to do list disappear every day I feel good about myself. And let’s face it, doing things like that is just about impossible on vacation. Most people look forward to leaving stuff behind for a little while, but I thrive on all that stuff - it’s in my nature. When I don’t have a list of things to do, I feel sort of empty.
The second is that I am capable of taking little “mini-vacations” every day. If I wanted to right now, even as I write this post, I could get up and turn on the Wii and knock out a few levels of Mario, or a few gigs of Rock Band. If I wanted to, I bet I could give one of my friends a call, and we could either hook up and play a game, or swing over to the Tavern and have a beer. So I don’t feel the need to “get away from it all” that most people do. In fact, when I “get away from it all”, that usually means I have to leave behind all the things that I get to do on my mini-vacations.
I recently went on vacation with my family to Disney World, and that’s what’s prompted me to write this. While we were there, sure, we had a great time riding rides, eating expensive food (and not cooking!), swimming in fake volcanoes, and sleeping in. But every day that went by, I kept thinking of all the things I had to do at home. And when I got home, the stress that had been building up while I was away all but disappeared. After I post this, I’m going to go outside and mow the grass. And that will make me feel better than any poolside cocktail could.
That’s messed up, and I know it. But that’s the way it is.
I Have Returned, More Or Less Triumphant
First day in Raleigh, North Carolina. Second day in Baltimore. Third day in upstate New York. Fourth day back in Baltimore. Last day… home.
I had a great time, but I’m not going to say much about it, because I’m ready to get back to the grind. I have a novel to edit, a game to design (yep), and two children to entertain.
Plus, I want to share a short story with you next post, and I owe you a podcast.
Many thanks to: Aaron and Cecelia Tubbs, Janet Smith, Michael Buccheri, Zev Schlasinger, and Steve Avery. You guys rock!!!
Road Trip!!!
Yeah, I just got back from Aspen as well as from a few days at my parents’ house, and here I am again - gearing up, planning, and sort of packing for ANOTHER trip. I’m gonna give you guys a heads up here so that those of you among my readers who give a crap about my crazy gaming adventures will have something to look forward to.
This time around, my friend Steve “Holt” Avery and I are going on a gaming road trip up the East Coast, just stopping in on friends we have along the way to trounce them in the various games we love and misunderstand the rules to. I’m dragging my laptop along, AGAIN, and hopefully the WiFi in the various stops we make will be vastly superior to that which encountered in Aspen and at Mom’s. That way, I can maybe periodically Tweet or Facebook or even blog about our experiences.
Here’s the itinerary.
Friday, July 9th - Drive from Atlanta to Raleigh, NC and stay with our friends Cecelia and Aaron and their new baby. They just moved there, so I don’t know how settled they are in their house. And I don’t know if the baby’s sleeping through the night yet. It ought to be interesting. I estimate we’ll probably be relatively tame, since it’s our first day out and we’re probably gonna play some lighter, Euro-y games. And since there’s a baby….
Saturday, July 10th - To Baltimore to throw down with Michael “Malloc” Buccheri and his stud farm, which includes Peter Putnam, Rob Olsson, and fucking Ben Stephenson. Malloc has promised a fully stocked fridge, including a celebratory Dogfish Head 120 Minute for me, and we’re definitely playing Twilight Imperium. So I’ll probably get to the early morning hours from the wrong side.
Sunday, July 11th - STEVE will drive. I WILL not be driving, I don’t think, to Mahopac, NY, where dwells the illustrious gaming guru Zev Schlasinger, purveyor of the mighty Z-Man Games. Zev’s having lots of people over and we’re gonna play even MORE games - although I don’t know who’ll be able to stay up late considering that the next day’s a Monday. And I don’t know how I’ll be feeling….
Monday-Tuesday, July 12th & 13th - We will return home. Like hobbits who’ve just destroyed the One Ring in the fires of Mount Doom, we will come back victorious and wiser, but with scars and wounds that may never heal.
So look for my updates on Twitter and Facebook and here.
I’ll have another “literary” post up on Friday - either a podcast or a short story - but after that, this trip will take precedence.
Jason Snape’s Nonsense
I liked him in the first 10 seconds I was in the room with him, even though I had no idea why. And over the course of the evening, as he and I and a few friends played games together, I began to understand why Jason Snape would quickly become a good friend - one I would only engage on occasion, but one who would be true and be real.
I’ll get this out of the way RIGHT NOW, and not make mention of it again. I think he’d appreciate that: Jason Snape is in no way related to Severus.
A couple of years back, Jason designed the cover of the magazine I TRIED to establish (he didn’t do the art itself, but everything else is his, and in retrospect, he probably could have done a fine job on the art, too). He’s also on tap to help me create graphics and artwork for a couple of game ideas that I have in mind. So I suppose I’ll be engaging Jason a lot in the future, and I’m excited by that. Writing is a lonely vocation sometimes, and the idea of collaborating with someone makes me feel all tingly - and all the moreso because it’s Jason.
When the prospect of our future collaboration (along with our other friend, Michael Collins, whom I’d be remiss if I failed to mention) came to the fore again a couple of weeks ago, it occurred to me that I could and SHOULD give voice via my web site to Jason. He is an artist as I am, and since I occasionally use this great forum I have to showcase people whose talent I admire and respect, I decided to dedicate a post to him. As you will see from Jason’s words below, he and I see eye to eye in this respect: we are all “in this together”.
So here’s Jason Snape, artist, cartoonist, graphic designer, writer, and friend….
Let’s start with one of Jason’s one off cartoons!
C’mon! It’s fucking funnier than Ziggy!
Anyway. Jason was born in a small, rural town, not far from where Lily Evans, Harry Potter’s mother, also grew up. His parents were a Muggle named Tobias and a woman descended from wizards named Eileen. At an early age, Jason showed an affinity for potions and the Dark Arts. All of that changed, however, after having what he calls “violent disagreements” with physics and calculus. Somehow, in the ensuing years, he wandered into design, and left the wizarding world behind.
With his eventual MFA in graphic design, he came to Atlanta for a job at an architecture firm. Since then, he’s worked with a software company, a number of small design boutiques, and a few big dot com entities. He’s taught at a university, does freelance work, and sometimes builds houses if times get tight.
If you replaced a few words in the above paragraph, you might be describing me. Hmm.
Another thing we have in common is our attitude toward the state of the arts in the United States today. We were talking one day, and he mentioned that he thought Frank Zappa would never get signed as a musician, were he trying to make it in today’s music industry. I asked him to elaborate, and here is what he said. I’ll give it to you word for word, and ask you to imagine me standing beside Jason, nodding in agreement with everything he says:
“I never considered myself an artist until a few years ago; I’ve always been more comfortable calling myself a designer. An Artist is someone who sculpts, or paints astonishing canvases, or creates music. There are amazing Artists at KSU [where he taught], and it saddens me, because I don’t know what they do (and they usually don’t either) with their Painting degree. Do they become Painters of Light©? Work for Disney? Why can’t they just create? Artists in the old world seemed to have stipends from their families to go out and create, or explore without need for income. This seems extravagant and, in this country, frivolous and wasteful somehow, because we put value on industry, labor, profits, and constant improvement. We don’t see value in culture. Do we have culture? Maybe it is consuming. I have a sense (probably romantic and naïve) that Europe and the rest of the world value art and their culture, and cultivate it. When I talk with people about art in our country, in our world, I bring up my theory of Frank Zappa. I do not know a lot about Zappa; I do not have all of his music. But like Monty Python, it’s hard to believe that someone like him could get a music contract today, for the same reason I am doubtful about my book publishing aspirations – unless it’s a guaranteed profit, they don’t have an interest or the time for you. Too risky. The encouraging thing is that, as creative people, there are new avenues to explore. Frank would be all over the Internet, I’m sure. That would be his way of creating and getting his music out there. But would it pay? The internet is awash with blooming and previously-unpublished creative endeavors (and everything else). So the interesting question comes down to, do you want to create and get your art out in public? There are countless ways to do that. Do you want to make your living through your art? If so, it is a more difficult path. Here is one example of why: Story magazine was created by Whit Burnett in 1931, and published such young unknowns as J.D. Salinger, Truman Capote, John Cheever, Joseph Heller, and Norman Mailer. In an excellent book about writing, Burnett describes how these authors’ initial works were promising but unrefined, and that through the act of publishing, editing, and evolving, they became some of our most important writers WHILE BEING PAID FOR THEIR WORK. Story invested in them and helped them grow. Salinger did not hit the ground with The Catcher in the Rye, and yet that appears to be what the “artistic” industries expect of musicians, writers, and maybe artists too. Where is there room for experiments, innovation, the chance to fail and make improvements learned from the failure? In politics and corporate America, the failures appear to have enormous, real consequences that hurt people and affect the way we live, yet the ramifications seem slight in comparison. Art is about creativity, and creativity is how we discover new things, find new solutions and break away from old, obsolete parameters. It is supposedly still one very distinctive way that America remains far ahead of China, if that is a motivating factor. So how do we best foster creativity? Math time tests. Art class once every 9 days in elementary school. CRCT bubbles.”
Wow.
And… with that stuck in your craw, I’m gonna sign off on this post. Read that again, if it pleases you. Read it out loud. You see why I admire Jason? It’s not just that he’s an artist, as I am, as you might be. It’s that he thinks deeply and with feeling. He takes time to play (his cartoons indicate that), but - like a child in his formative years - his play has substance and meaning. It’s a process by which he grows and learns.
Sometimes I feel like I’ve personally lost that ability. Then I spend a little time with Jason, and I can feel it coming back just a little bit.
For more examples of Jason’s art and design work, visit his site: www.jasonsnape.com. BTW, the title of this post, in case you’re wondering, comes from the name he’s given a portion of his site: Snape’s Ridiculorum - Finely Crafted Illustrations, Stories, and Nonsense.
What I’m Thinking, Twitter Edition
Here’s another compilation of random items I’ve thought up in the last few weeks.
Now, there’s this thing called Twitter, see. And I, like many people on the Internet… I tweet.
Lately I’ve been spewing my Existential and Transcendental musings on Twitter, even as I think them up or read them, so rather than keep up with them in a notebook or a Word doc, they’re all there, previous spewed, at www.twitter.com. In case you don’t follow me on Twitter, please swing by there and do so.
Anywhere, here’s the latest. They’re not fresh, but maybe they’re fresh to you….
- Just saw a truck advertising that it belonged to “Clay Plumbing”. Not sure how well clay plumbing would work.
- Homeless is one of my 8-year-old’s spelling words. Inconceivable when I was 8, but I guess it’s necessary to know now.
- I could be a comedian, if I was more diligent about writing down jokes. And if I was funnier.
- It’s refreshing to be the LEAST reasonable person in a discussion.
- “I drink to bring myself down to the level of the common man. But remember - the common man drinks. I must therefore drink twice as much.” - Not mine. It’s a quote I saw, and I can’t find the attribution for it, but it’s pretty funny to me, so here it is.
- Kick Ass… did. But I’m not letting my daughter know the movie exists until she’s at least 16. I don’t think my daughter’s teachers would enjoy her using Hit Girl as role model.
- My family is the only reason I wouldn’t risk a “do-over.”
- I never cease to be amused by $3000 sound systems in $500 cars.
- Anheuser Busch oughta shorten the name of Bud Light. Call it Blight.
- Showering, shaving, getting dressed EVERY DAY. After more than 30 years of it, it’s growing tiresome.
- So… Hollywood went from having no new ideas to having one new idea ad nauseum: “Let’s do __ in 3D!!!”
- Wow. A redneck white guy in a penis compensatory-sized truck following too closely on an ATL highway. Imagine that.
- Submitting stories online - the process is so much better than the old school way. I wish every lit mag would go digital for submissions.
- Talking politics is so exhausting without beer. And yet, it’s dangerous WITH it.
- Comment from my daughter, re: Diary of A Wimpy Kid… “But it wasn’t EXACTLY like the book, Daddy.” Out of the mouths of babes.
- A lot of people I know become philosophers on Friday or Saturday night. I wonder why that is.
- Are you a has been, a will be, or an is?
- How do some people function the way they do? If I was that slack, I’d be indigent.
- I WOULD say the Wayfield right around the corner is the shittiest grocery store I’ve ever been to, except the nearby Piggly Wiggly is worse. Unless you need Fanta, pork rinds, or Jell-o. Then those places would be the bomb….
- I get nervous when my online banking session pops up as an “error”.
- I wonder if my wife knows how much Madeleine L’Engle influenced the name of our daughter. I was TEMPTED to suggest Ursula, but….
The Part They Left Out
There’s a new Internet meme floating around - an e-mail that goes like this:
“Ten men decided to have a business lunch once a week. They always met in the same restaurant and the bill was always $100.00 for all 10 men. If each man was responsible for his share of the bill, each would pay $10.00.
The men decided to divide the bill based upon their ability to pay, inspired by the government’s progressive approach to collecting income taxes. The formula they eventually agreed upon included the following payment arrangement:
Man #1, #2, #3, and #4 paid nothing.
Man #5 paid $1.
Man #6 paid $3.
Man #7 paid $7.
Man #8 paid $12.
Man #9 paid $18.
Man #10 paid $59.
After a number of weeks of the 10 men reliably frequenting his establishment, the owner of the restaurant decided they deserved a discount. He offered to reduce the total cost of the men’s lunch by $20.
This created a bit of a problem among the gentlemen, because the four men who paid nothing felt cheated that they were not sharing in the windfall. The others complained that if the $20 were to be distributed proportionally based upon the amount each paid each week, Man #10 would receive over half of the total discount amount.
So the restaurant owner proposed this solution:
Man #1, #2, #3, and #4 still paid nothing. They were unhappy at being excluded from the benefits of the reduction, but a discount from zero is still, in fact, zero.
Man #5 now also paid nothing. His contribution went from $1 to $0, so he received a 100% discount.
Man #6 now paid $2, receiving a 33% discount.
Man #7 now paid $5, receiving a 28% discount.
Man #8 now paid $9, receiving a 25% discount.
Man #9 now paid $14, receiving a 22% discount.
Man #10 now paid $50, receiving a 15% discount.
So they completed their meal and left the restaurant. Once outside, an argument ensued.
Men #1 through #4 were displeased that everyone else received a benefit except them. Man #5 was upset that he only got $1, while Man #10 got $9. Likewise Man #6. So these men beat up Man #10, took his money and left him bleeding on the sidewalk.
The men returned to the restaurant the following week for lunch, but of course Man #10 was a no-show. So when the bill arrived, the remaining men discovered they couldn’t afford to pay even half the bill.”
No one’s sent ME this particular e-mail, because they know that A) I’ll probably disagree with their point and B) I’ll have a ready answer. Still, I spend a lot of time nowadays immersed in social media and lurking on the Internet, so this e-mail came onto my radar pretty readily.
Needless to say, I think the analogy of the effects of our graduated tax system is an overt oversimplification of what’s really going on, that it’s tweaked to make one point without taking certain things into account, AND that it’s ultimately damaging to the conversation we SHOULD be having about the direction our country is going.
To drive my point home, please allow me to add some undisclosed facts regarding the story at hand.
What the author of the story failed to mention was that, every time the end of their meal came, Man #10 would assure the rest of his fellows that he’d finish up paying the bill, and told them to leave their portion and go home. They did. Then Man #10 would call the manager of the restaurant over and tell him that, even though his agreed upon portion of the bill was $59, he really didn’t feel he should pay that amount. He told the manager he’d pay a significantly lesser amount, and that if the manager disagreed, he’d make sure that the manager would lose his job.
The manager was a greedy man, eager to please his boss, the restaurant owner, because he was getting a steady and generous paycheck. Still, he was unwilling to tell Man #10 “No”, because he knew that Man #10 was a powerful and rich man, and could in fact do exactly as he threatened.
So the manager told Man #10 not to worry, that he’d work it out somehow. Man #10 left, satisfied and smug, and the manager set to work trying to figure out how to make up the difference in the 10 men’s bill.
After some consideration, he went next door to the Chinese restaurant, then across the street to the Swiss bakery, and simply borrowed the money from them. He did this over and over again whenever the 10 men came in, until the restaurant had amassed a tremendous and un-repayable debt.
So there you have it - the rest of the analogy.
Now, before I continue, I’d like to also point out a flaw in the original. While the parallels between it and reality are clever, if oversimplified, one thing happened in the original story which hasn’t happened in “real life”. So far, no one’s pummeled Man #10 and left him bleeding in the gutter with his wallet emptied. Because of that, the original analogy falls apart. It ends, in fact (and rather unclimactically), with the men returning again and again to the restaurant, with Man #10 leaving with his portion of the bill promised but unpaid again and again, and with the restaurant sinking further and further into debt.
At this point, you’re either going to take my continuation of the analogy and use it in your discussions against people who try to use it to argue against a graduated tax system, or you’re gnashing your teeth in a mild (or maybe not so mild) fury because in a way you know I’m right, and in a way, you’re absolutely sure I’m oversimplifying matters and tweaking the “facts” to my own end. Which I am.
To those of you who applaud my audacity, I say, “Yes, please. Take it and run with it. Use it. Enjoy.”
To all of you, though, I offer this thought: I understand that the analogy, including my addition to it, is simply not an accurate portrayal of the whole story - the real tale is way too complicated to analogize adequately. The difference, though, is that I am not using the analogy to make a point about our political process and income tax.
I’m using the analogy to make a point about abusing analogies to make political points.
The Little Corner’s ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY!!!
That’s right. One year ago TODAY, I posted my first blog post at this URL - after years of altogether resisting the idea of blogging. Don’t ask me why I resisted - I know why, but that’s a story for another day. Just suffice it to say that, despite my initial resistance, I have not regretted a single moment that I’ve spent writing and sharing with my readers over the past year.
Which brings me in short order to YOU. After a year, all I can express is a genuine heartfelt gratitude to every one who comes to this site, especially those who come on a regular basis. Over the past year, the traffic at www.willkenyon.com has steadily increased. I have more and more unique visitors, more and more page views, more and more hits. And my SEO/tracking software does a good job of weeding out the bots and spiders, so I know that most of the traffic is real people.
Thank you, real person, for making my site the (qualified) success that it is.
A couple more things and then we’re finished for the day (and again, thanks for stopping by). First, allow me to briefly wax philosophical about writing….
In the many years since I decided that my calling was to write words, I have realized that writing is, in fact, TWO things. By turns, it morphs from the one into the other and back again - and my (qualified) success has increased as I came to this realization.
Foremost, writing is an art - a high art. (Duh. Right?) I think the only art which is higher is music. (And I believe THAT because I believe Kurt Vonnegut’s quote regarding his epitaph: “If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph: THE ONLY PROOF HE NEEDED FOR THE EXISTENCE OF GOD WAS MUSIC”.) As noble callings go, I’m proud that I chose this one and that I’ve been able to do it for several years. I am an artist, thank God.
Secondly, though, writing is a product. OK - not all of it. Some of it is personal and - as good as it might be - not meant for general consumption. But for many of us who decided to follow this particular Muse, our writing IS a product, meant for consumption by as many people as will consume it. To that end, we must create work which will attract readership. It must be entertaining and provocative, engaging and meaningful - or at least approach those things. And to continue gaining readership, we must continue to produce. Writing more material not only makes us better writers, it also gives us more product for you, the reader, to enjoy.
I hope my “product” is enjoyable. It must be to somebody, or I’d have hung up my hat a while back. On this site as well as my career….
OK. Enough philosophy. Let me now share with you some choice offerings from this site. MANY of you are relatively new to it, so you might have missed a few of my “greatest hits” - and some of you old hands might have forgotten or missed a certain post way back when. So here are some highlights - ten of them (ten’s always a good number, eh?) for your (hopeful) enjoyment.
FYI, I compiled this list by looking at the hits and page views on or around the date I posted each post. I “tweaked” the list by trying to spread the high points over time (naturally, newer posts will by default have higher numbers than older because of the increase in traffic, but I wanted to be fair to some of those older posts). Here goes:
Not A Christian Nation. Never Were. (wherein Will puts a quote from his President back into context)
Creeps and Assholes (wherein Will takes a look at the two kinds of people in the world)
Will’s Mini Beerfest (William likey the beer)
Advances In Technology (acknowledging the power of communications technology in my life as well as my business)
Zombies of South Beach (scary!!!)
Conquering Venus by Collin Kelley - A Podcast Interview with the Author (thank you, Collin!)
Defining Moments from High School (wherein Will tells you a little bit about himself)
Where Do Poems Come From? (etiology of a poem and a bonus piece of poetry!)
A War Between States: Novel Podcasts (I wasn’t sure how this podcast thing was faring, but hits and visits seem to slide upward around each podcast. This link will take you to the latest compilation of all the podcasts.)
Ah, Hypocrisy (wherein Will pisses off half of South Alabama)
Almost Finished With…
At this point, I consider myself a qualified success.
I make money by writing. I write every day. I’ve published short stories, poems, articles, and complete fodder in a number of national and international magazines. I maintain this blog, which is growing slightly in popularity every week. Toot, toot, toot my own horn.
Well….
I’ve never published a novel, which would probably be the largest achievement I could hope to muster at this point in my career. And it’s not that I haven’t WRITTEN any novels - I have, as you’ll soon learn - I just haven’t PUBLISHED one. And who knows IF I’ll publish one. All I know is that either later this week or early next, I will finish another one, and I think this one is the most publishable one I’ve written yet.
I finished my “first” novel in 2000. Some of you have read it. It was called The King of Karma, and it had a great premise and some moments of potential genius that I intend to recycle (Cat’s on fire…, the shit dream.) but I’ve looked at it with the jaded eyes of ten additional years of experience and I don’t think it’s ready for the world. It MIGHT be salvageable, but that would take a lot of work - work I’m not willing to give it right now. And frankly, I’m kind of sick of it. I edited the shit out of it for years and I don’t want to edit it anymore.
I chalk it up now to experience: writing Karma taught me how to write a novel, how to carry a narrative over 70,000 words, over 30 chapters, over 400 pages.
My “second” novel, The Survivor of San Guillermo (Get it? Saint William?) has just gotten out of hand. At first it was a shortish book - 55,000 words tops. But it’s a time travel novel, and different aspects of my version of time travel - the what ifs and why nots - planted seeds that made the novel start growing. At this point it’s 60,000 words + and has spilled into another book. I think it MIGHT become a trilogy or more - and I just don’t want it to dominate my life at this point. Publishing a trilogy is attractive, though, and the novel’s pretty good, so I won’t abandon it. But for now, there’s other fish to fry.
For instance, my “third” novel, the first quarter of which many of you have already read or listened to: A War Between States. This novel isn’t even finished - it’s a little over half done - but since I’m podcasting it, I feel compelled to finish it in the future. It looms large on the horizon. (BTW, expect a new podcast next week, after I get my buddy Jeff over to read the part of the leprechaun.)
Yes. I said leprechaun.
Anyway, all of this is just lead-in to what the main point of this post is: that I’m one chapter, two or three sittings, a handful of days away from finishing my ultimate achievement. My “fourth” novel idea, my third completed novel. And like I implied earlier - I am waaaaay enthusiastic at the prospects of this book.
On the phone with my friend Stephanie, and to my wife and mother, I have confessed something that I am certain was true: if I didn’t finish this book, tentatively titled Hood, I don’t think I would have ever attempted a novel again. This one has been a hard road, one I started in 2004, and unless I succeeded on finding the end of that road, I don’t think I’d have had the wherewithal to start the trek another time. But HEY!!! One more chapter and it’s done!
Already, I’ve started thinking about the query letter for the book - that’s how confident I am about finishing it (blogging about it this morning instead of working on it might also be an indication of my hubris). You should know that query letters are fucking hard to write - they have to be perfect, and it’s soooo hard to be perfect. But I’m actually looking forward to writing this one, because I know EXACTLY what I’m gonna say.
And now you’re wondering what this book’s about. Or at least I hope you are.
MAYBE I’ll publish the query letter here once I finish it. We’ll see. For now, here’s a quick soundbite:
The novel tentatively titled Hood tells the story of a group of graffiti artists in south Atlanta, one of whom discovers that his murals, drawings, and tags are coming to life - and that he’s part of a small group of people in the world who have similar abilities and who can travel “between worlds.”
Enough. I’m done. It’s 9 in the morning and I have to take my son to school. When I get back, I’ll put pen to paper and get a little closer to finishing….
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays from Willkenyon.com!
For several years, my wife and I managed - just like many of you - to send out a whole host of Christmas cards (as well as generic Happy Holiday cards for our many Jewish, Muslim, and atheist friends). For a couple of years though, we’ve kinda NOT done it. I mean, there’s a whole lotta you guys out there that we love (especially you of course!) and time goes by really quickly and by the time we think of it, it’s too late.
But this time! This time, I thought, why not? I’ve got a forum that many, many, many of our friends pay some moderate attention to at least, so why not send a sort of holiday greeting to you via it?
So here it is. And yeah, it’s a Merry Christmas for us and from us, but here’s hoping you non-Christmas celebrators had a great Hannukkah or Kwanzaa or whatever you atheist folks celebrate.
It’s a picture of Madeleine and Eli. We’ve received a lot of kiddie pics from a lot of you guys, so we’ll join the bandwagon. You really don’t want to see my ugly mug anyway.
Happy Holidays, all. We love you.




