Genre confusion

As a general rule, I don’t like talking about a work in progress.  Especially to non-writer friends.  But yesterday in an email conversation I threw a few bits of a story into the air.  That was a mistake.

“Ooh, steampunk,” my friend said.

“No, it’s not steampunk at all, actually.”

“Well sure it is.”

“No, really, it’s not.”

“What would you call it then?”

“I don’t call it anything, yet. It’s a story. In progress. It doesn’t have a genre. It’s a little extropian, maybe. But just because it has an $ANOMALOUS_OBJECT and an $OBSCURE_HISTORICAL_PERSON in it doesn’t make it steampunk. Just let me write the damn thing, okay?”

“Fine.”

“Good.”

“Just finish it soon, because I really like steampunk.”

Grrr.

posted 5/23/08 at 7:45am to Snark, Writing · 0 replies · permalink

“We’re sorry to say…”

Rejection Letter of the Week™:

McSweeney’s. Again.

Ouch.

And it was a damn funny piece, too.

posted 5/16/08 at 10:44pm to Writing · 0 replies · permalink

The Moleskine ritual

For all my quirky habits, I’m not much of a ritualistic person.  Some things I do repetitively or consistently out of mere habit, but rarely do things procedurally according to any kind of personal tradition.

Having said that, I do have a bit of a custom when it comes to “retiring” a filled notebook and beginning another.  I did this with one of my Moleskines the other day.  The first one in a while, actually; it’s pretty rare when I fill one from cover to cover.  I always have a bunch of them going at a time, some for specific projects and others lying around for general note-taking and core-dumping.  So more often than not, I’ll abandon them at some point, and they’ll just get stuck on a shelf or tossed in a drawer.

But when I hit the back page of a well-worn Moleskine, it’s fun for me to use that as a reason to grab a fresh one, get it ready, and start filling it with ink.

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posted 5/6/08 at 7:45am to Me me me, Photography, Writing · 0 replies · permalink

On keyboards

This morning I listened to the latest episode of The Talk Show1, wherein our hosts discuss Apple Keyboards.  Specifically, the Undisputed Best and Most Wonderful Input Device Ever: the Apple Extended Keyboard II.

I used that model for years, from my Mac IIci right up until the time I got my first Mac with USB inputs (an original blue and white G3, maybe? I don’t remember for sure).  Every Mac I’ve owned since then has come with its own keyboard2, which I’ve used, with varying degrees of pleasure and productivity.

I’ll admit that I never paid too much attention to the quality of the keyboards I was using.  Well, probably I did, because I sure bitched a lot about some of them.  But I never actually did anything about it until fairly recently.

When I got my first metal-cased Powerbook, I fell in love with the keyboard.  It fit my hands just right, it gave just enough tactile feedback without being too “clicky” on one end or too squishy on the other.  By the time I upgraded last year to a new MacBook Pro, I was doing most of my work on the portable machine and not doing as much on the Mac Pro in my office, mainly because I was much more productive on the keyboard of the laptop.  I tried replacing the stock Mac Pro keyboard — with its huge chunky finger-numbing keys — with a couple of models that seemed similar to the tactile characteristics of my laptop, but never found one I really liked.  I tried a MacAlly, and I think maybe a Kensington, but neither really did the trick.  They had function keys in weird places, and one of them didn’t have any USB inputs on it.  Besides, they were just butt ugly3.

Then one day I was tooling around in the Apple Store, and started typing on one of the new aluminum extended keyboards.  Wow.  It’s not perfect, but it’s the closest thing to the feel of typing on my laptop.  I walked out of the store with one, and now I can shift work between the laptop and desktop and not have that jarring feel from switching keyboards.

During the podcast, John and Dan mention that they would be happy to buy any new or new-ish Apple Extended Keyboard II’s that we might have lying around.  I remembered that I do in fact have one, in its original box, and barely used.  I bought it right before I got a G3 years ago, and it’s just sitting in storage.  At first I thought of offering it up to them, but I might just try using it again.

  1. The nerdolicous podcast of the estimable John Gruber and Dan Benjamin. You should subscribe to it. NOW.
  2. I remember how remarkable it was to get a machine with a keyboard right inside the box. That might seem odd now, but at the time Apple was selling the keyboard separately from the CPU, and the Extended II cost another $150 on top of whatever outrageous price you were paying for the Mac itself.
  3. Yes, I will gladly sacrifice a small amount of comfort and productivity for the sake of aesthetics.
posted 4/30/08 at 5:19pm to Mac nerdery, Writing · 0 replies · permalink

Muse troubles

My Muse was late for work today.  Again.  One week on the job, and already she’s pissing me off.

I had to get working first thing today.  Last night I tossed around for hours, struggling with some dialogue, yet stubbornly refusing to get out of bed and work it.  So this morning I wanted to deal with it as soon as my fingers hit the keyboard.

At 7:30, she hadn’t come in.  By 8:30, she still hadn’t shown up.  Shit.

I called her cell.  The one I provided for her when she started working for me.  The one I told her to keep on all of the time.

“Hey, you know, sure would be great if you could show up some time today.  I can’t sit here all morning staring at the screen.”

“Stuck in traffic on the I-90, sorry,” she said.

“You couldn’t have left, oh, thirty minutes earlier to beat traffic?”

“Car wouldn’t start.”

“Pretty sure I specified ‘must have reliable car’ in the want ad,” I said, and hung up.

She came highly recommended, and she’s wicked expensive, so I didn’t feel too bad being irritated at the tardiness.

Twenty minutes later she trapsed into my office and plopped on the couch.  She opened a whimsical turtle-shaped messenger bag, pulled out some tablets, and tossed them on the coffee table.  She propped up her feet and took out a pack of Camels.

“Well, what’ve you got so far?” she asked.

“Nothing yet.  Been waiting for you.  And I’ve told you before, Calli, you can’t smoke in here,” I said.  She pouted and put the cigarettes down.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to snap like that.  I’m just struggling here, you know, and I needed you a bit earlier.”

We sat in uncomfortable silence for a few seconds.  ”That’s a cute bag,” I said, to clear the tension.  ”Where’d you get it?”

“My little sister gave it to me.  She’s a good kid.  Now, are we gonna sit here and chat all day, or are we gonna write?”

I smiled.  Calli pushed her sleeves up over her fully inked arms, and grabbed one of her tablets.  “Now, I’ve got some dialogue I want you to try out.  I think this will work.”

Yeah, it might work.  I’ll still need another week to feel this arrangement out, but I think it might work.

posted 4/22/08 at 11:24am to Me me me, Writing · 0 replies · permalink