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In With the Old In With the New

Some of it was salvageable, but a lot of it was crap. Some of it was only potential.

Because I am, most of the time, what is known as a “discovery writer” I tend to approach writing projects with no plan. (r.e. this blog). I start with a premise and maybe a character or two and then start writing. This is an exciting process but it also has a couple drawbacks.

First, I tend to underwrite. Because I’m outlining and writing at the same time, I tend to write scenes that I need to write rather than writing the scenes.

Second, I end up with different versions of the same scene.

Third, I end up forgetting what has gone before and changing both character and premise. (I’ve had to throw out several thousand words because I forgot the job of a main character’s father.)

Fourth, endings are real pain. This is because they come after a lot of energy has been spent and I’m in a hurry to move on to the next step. I end up with well written, detailed openings and “then they all got hit by a truck (note: check kind of truck) and lived happily ever after” endings.

The next step is where the previous steps meet and where my problems were today. After I finish a project, I tend to set it aside for months and then read it as if I’m a new reader (albeit one who keeps a pen in hand to mark up the book).

Today I went after a project that I’ve been avoiding for several months. (More on that in another post.) I’ve been through it once and it’s already on computer, but I had to reread it and put it in something resembling an order. That meant trying to remember previous decisions and trying to remember how to use the software I’d entered it in.

I can see where it’s underdeveloped and where it’s crap. This all hopefully leads to finding beta readers who will send reasonably specific feedback. (This has been a problem; more on that in a future post.)

There’s a lot of work to do but it turns out that actually starting the work makes me want to do the work. Not always, but often.

Entering the Terrible Threes

I’m still not sure why I’m doing this. It’s more of a habit at this point and I do it even when I have no ideas.

Whatever the reason I’m doing it, today marks the end of two years writing this blog.

I had planned to write some sort of epic anniversary post and offer some freebies, but life and work intervened to prevent me from assembling all the stuff I’d planned to assemble. I still plan to do that (the freebies) but it will have to wait until later in the week.

I remain shockingly resistant to little concepts like “planning” and “follow through” when it comes to this blog. For a while I had a bit of a plan going: do this post this day, that post that day, take pictures of stuff here and there, but the plans quickly crumbled into dust.

I also have been lazy about taking random excursions and writing about those. Instead I’ve been dependent, much more often than I’d planned, on personal posts that are little more than diaries where I complain about stuff. Those usually come about an hour or so before bedtime when I just can’t be bothered with the post I’d planned.

That said, I think the writing and coherence of the posts have improved over the two years, even when I’m typing random words a few minutes before bedtime. I still have stuff to review and a number of books to review but have resisted taking a day to do nothing but take and organize photographs.

The goals for year three are to, at long last, assemble an email list and offer a newsletter version of Mere Blather that people can subscribe to (and, in theory, include a post that doesn’t appear on the website).

I am also pondering taking a weekly Sabbath, probably on Sunday, where I might post a picture or two but don’t actually write anything. I imagine myself knocking out a couple posts that day and having them in reserve. Or just assembling posts into a newsletter. Or doing nothing and liking it.

I also have a long list of posts I never wrote that I stare at every now and then but never actually write. (In a couple cases I’ve forgotten what I mean by the notes I’d written.) I’ve also got an Amazon Associates account I haven’t fully exploited. (I would, of course, remind you that there is a donation button on the right side if you’re using a PC and way down at the bottom if you’re reading on a phone. You can even donate in Bitcoin if you can figure out how to do that.)

Either way, for those of you who’ve suffered through these posts on a regular basis, thanks. I hope to keep you entertained for at least another year. (Not that you’ve been entertained thus far, but isn’t it pretty to think so?” )

A Waste in Time Wastes Nine

My brain is rebelling against having nothing to do. Unfortunately it’s rebelling by doing nothing.

For various complicated reasons, I’m not teaching an evening class this term. This means my Tuesday and Thursday evenings are now free.

This gives me lots of extra time to do things I’ve been putting off doing. As Hamlet said, right before he changed his mind, “‘Tis a consummation / Devoutly to be wished”. Unfortunately, unlike Hamlet, my brain isn’t changing. It’s still in busy Tuesday and Thursday mode and it doesn’t seem to know what to do with all the free time.

I worked some yesterday, but today I couldn’t be bothered. The same thing happened on Tuesday.

I think part of it is the disruption of the rhythm I’d established during the course. Teach, wander down to Tokyo, drink coffee, write post, teach, travel, relax, go to bed at midnight.

Now, I’m home in the afternoon and I’m not used to all the down time. Rather than fill it, my brain is determined to waste it. I think we all have a natural tendency to enter denial mode when our usual excuses are no longer available. It’s easy not to do any writing or editing if we’re too busy with other things. However, when those other things go away, our brains start looking for new things.

I’ve even done the “just do it for two minutes and then you’ll catch fire and keep working.” And it’s true, that works for about 10 minutes, then something starts gnawing at the back of my brain and I decide to try something else. Usually something that involves a game.

Eventually, I’ll establish a new rhythm and start filling my evenings with things both productive and fun. Of course, soon after I do that, I’ll probably start the evening classes again. Even if I don’t, I’m pretty sure I can find a distraction.

Any Thing That Can Go Wrong at the End Will

Suicide was not the answer but I was definitely thinking about murdering someone.

First you have to understand that, thanks to a technical problem, I’ve just spent part of a final class reentering marks into a spreadsheet and trying to remember, in a couple cases, what scores I had entered earlier. This all has me thinking about my master’s thesis.

Several hundred years ago, when I was working on my Master of Arts degree, and Microsoft Word had only just been invented, I had a technical problem. I was using WordStar which, at the time, was still kind of trendy but which, today, is roughly the equivalent of writing with a hammer and chisel.

I was confident in my abilities to use it, which means, of course, I was doomed. If I hadn’t been as stressed as I was, I probably would have been more cautious. However, somehow, and I’m still not sure how, in linking four files together so they could print without me having to retype the entire mess into one file, I somehow managed to destroy most of my master’s thesis.

I discovered this when I tried to print it out a day or so before I had to turn it in to my review committee.

Me being confident–and it being the early days of computers–I hadn’t bothered to back anything up. (Yes, I realize there’s no logic in that sentence whatsoever.) The only back up I had was notes, a partial printout and vague memories of what I had written. At this point fear led to panic; panic led to projected anger; projected anger led to rage; and I knew, at that point, someone needed to die.

The trouble was, I couldn’t think of anyone to kill whose death would have made the situation better.

Instead I assembled the scraps and in an epic all-night writing session managed to hammer something out that resembled what had been there before. Oddly, rather than this being a fish story about the great Shakespearean work that had been lost, I still feel the rewrite was better. (If you’ve ever read my master’s thesis that tells you how bad the originals were.)

Then again, maybe that’s just denial and I should have gone ahead and killed someone.

In the end I passed, although there were apparently some issues with one of my committee members. It’s probably best I didn’t know that earlier.

Kurutoga Roulette Gun Metallic Mechanical Pencil–Long Term Review

Where I grew up, the cool guys didn’t have normal pencils. They either borrowed pencils when they came to class (because I always seemed to have extras they often came to me) or they carried, in their pockets no less, tiny little stubs of pencils that were barely more than a chewed eraser, a ferrule and a piece of lead. They somehow wrestled them around their assignments with their giant, work-roughed fingers.

In that environment, any person who didn’t already realize I was a complete geek became fully aware of it when I started using mechanical pencils.

I think I got one from my grandfather and another I may have bought or received as a gift. I remember them having thick lead, maybe .7 or 1.0 millimeter, which made them annoying because they never seemed sharp. I also remember using pencils with disposable nib units that you used till they were stubs, then you pulled out the spent nib unit and shoved in the top to force the next unit out. (Those were good only when they stayed sharp and if you didn’t lose a nib unit which rendered all the others useless.)

Since then, I’ve alternated between classic wood case pencils and mechanical pencils. After my experience with the doomed Rotring 600, I’ve stuck with a Uni Kurutoga Roulette in Gun Metallic.

The Uni Kurutoga is one of those Japanese creations that solves a problem that you didn’t realize was a problem until it was solved. It has a built in spring rotation mechanism that rotates the lead every time you pick up the pencil and, in theory, allows the lead to wear evenly and prevent one side getting flat and wide and forming a sharp point which is really important to people who worry about such things. (Artists, for example.)

A traditional mechanical pencil. You can see the line variation and some fuzziness.

A traditional mechanical pencil. You can see the line variation and some fuzziness.

Lines from the Kurutoga. They are even despite me pressing rather hard.

Lines from the Kurutoga. They are even in width despite me pressing rather hard.

I chose the metal version of the Kurutoga because most of the plastic ones were rather tacky (i.e. I’m not cool enough to use them) and they weren’t something you could use in a business setting without attracting a lot of attention and triggering a long discussion. I like the knurling on the grip section. It feels comfortable and, unlike the rubber grips on pencils I’ve used before, it doesn’t get sticky and start coming loose.

A closeup of the knurling, and unneeded hole, in the grip section.

A closeup of the knurling, and unneeded hole, in the grip section.

The anodizing has held up well, as has the mechanism. I also like that the mechanism makes the pencil thicker than a normal mechanical pencil, which makes it more comfortable for me to use. I’ve found that the mechanism acts as a kind of shock absorber that keeps the .5 milimeter lead from breaking. (In the lines pictures above, the regular pencil broke three times; the Kurutoga didn’t break once even though I was pressing harder.) It’s heavier than a regular pencil, which I also like.

My only complaints are very small. The eraser cap at the end is too short and when I try to pull it out of my Nock Co. Sassafras I often pull out only the eraser cap. Also, I don’t like the orange hole in the grip section. It mostly seems to exist to show off that the mechanism actually moves. (One part of it has a logo that appears and disappears as you use it.)

The Kurutoga in my Nock Co. Sassafras. That end cap comes off easily.

The Kurutoga in my Nock Co. Sassafras. That end cap comes off easily.

The Kurutoga is now a necessary part of my every day work carry. It not only records student absences and scores, it also, in several cases, decides their fates.

 

 

 

The Short Unhappy Life of Doomed Things

I used to own a sweater that was doomed. Now I own a pencil that was doomed. The sweater was a white cotton sweater that actually fit me but which suffered from three different spills, including two with coffee, one of which came right after the first spill had been cleaned and involved me colliding in a doorway with a person carrying the coffee.

Doomed things are not cursed things. Cursed things bring disaster to the owner. Doomed things merely end up getting damaged themselves and being tossed out quickly. Their lives are so miserable you don’t even worry about the sunk costs. The third disaster ruined the sweater and I threw it away (eventually); except for some personal embarrassment, I was unharmed.

I now own a doomed pencil. Actually, I own what’s left of it. Several months ago, taking advantage of sales points on a point card, I acquired a Rotring 600 mechanical pencil. I thought it was a bit slim but it was comfortable enough that I started using it as my regular work pencil.

Within the first month of using it, it fell out of my pocket and the lead tube bent to an impressive 30 degrees. I managed to straighten it out and make the pencil usable again, but it still wasn’t quite straight.

Then, a month after that, the eraser cap flew off when I was using it, sending me scrambling on the floor in the middle of class to find it as if it were a lost nickel or a contact lens. That part was the most annoying as it didn’t really seem attached to the pen and I ended up squeezing it with pliers to make it stay on the pencil.

Finally, about a month after that issue had been resolved, it fell off the podium and the lead tube bent again. This time when I tried to straighten it, it just snapped off leaving me with a pencil that is slightly usable but only if I only click the lead out a little.

There used to be a tube sticking out the end here.

There used to be a tube sticking out the end here.

You can kind of see, if you look closely, the oval shape and the marks from the pliers.

You can kind of see, if you look closely, the cap’s new oval shape and marks from the pliers. I’m amazed I still have it.

Even if it hadn’t been doomed, I was underwhelmed with the Rotring 600. It looks great but is too slender to use for more than taking roll. It also strikes me as a desk pencil and not an every day carry pencil, especially if the cap keeps falling off for no reason. I suspect that if I’d only used it at my desk in my office I might still be using it.

But since it was doomed, it probably would have managed to break itself there too.

 

Journals Among the Piles of Confusion

Yesterday, December 9th, was decreed by writer Patrick Rhone, to forever be known as Journal Day. It’s a day for people who keep journals to reflect on the past and for them to try to spread the infection, er, encourage those who don’t keep journals to start keeping them.

One of his suggestions is that people look back through their journals and wheeze, gasp, feel sick and get depressed (aka “reflect on the past as recorded in the journal”).

I dug through the piles of stuff in the variety room and decided to revisit my confusion journal. This is not always a good idea as it’s a bit like taking off the bandage and snipping out the sutures to see inside the wound “just because”. However, this year I didn’t have my normal (more or less) depressed October and I decided to go back and review what past entries have been about. Except for October, I don’t see any patterns, but this recent October was warmer and less rainy than usual so maybe it’s a weather related issue.

Now that it’s getting colder and darker I’ll probably find out.

Another part of Journal Day is for journal writers to encourage the people who don’t keep journals to keep them. In the past, as part of Christmas, I’ve given our girls blank books. and required that they do some sort of daily entry (which, until this blog became a daily event, was totally a case of “do what I say and shut up”–see this link again.)

This went well for about a year and a half until I felt they’d developed the habit. I haven’t checked in a while, though, so I’m not sure if they’ve been keeping up on their journals this year (I’m 90% certain our oldest has not, unless Twitter counts as a journal). This coming Christmas I think I’m going to encourage a different kind of journal idea–one more project based–but as the only parent interested in such things I’ll have to do all the follow up myself.

Whatever happens, it’s a chance for me to visit various stationers and see what the latest products are. That’s the other fun part of Journal Day.

 

Field Notes Two Rivers Edition–End of Book Review

I was probably spoiled long before I started using the Field Notes Two Rivers edition. This is because the second edition I used extensively was the America the Beautiful edition, which used Finch “Soft White” paper that held up to fountain pens well.

I got a subscription to Field Notes colors editions mostly based on the looks of the Two Rivers edition. They are wood block printed by the Hamilton Wood Type & Printing Museum in Wisconsin. They come in four color stocks with nearly unlimited cover designs. I even bought a couple extra packs because for each sale a donation was made to support the museum.

When I came to finally use the Two Rivers edition, though, my reaction to the paper was “well, yeah, okay, hmmm”. First, compared to the AtB edition, the Two Rivers notebook is thinner, even though both have the same number of pages. The advantage of that is that it fits better in both covers and pockets. It also means the paper (Finch Opaque Smooth 50#T) is going to bleed.

I used my Two Rivers notebook as my most recent food journal which let me test several different pens on it. They all had a funny look to the lines and some odd bleed through. For the most part bleed through doesn’t bother me, but this paper seemed rough and the things I wrote seemed fuzzy and, in places, blotchy, but that might be an optical illusion from the grid lines on the pages. I don’t remember that happening in the Red Blooded edition I used.

The other issue I noticed was that the center pages started to come loose from the staples. This is something that didn’t happen with the Red Blooded or the AtB editions, even though the latter had thicker paper.

The paper coming off the staples.

The paper coming off the staples. You can also see the blotchy way the ink bleeds through on the top right. 

Keep in mind, I used this notebook in a cover so there wasn’t any extra stress on the notebook that it might get in my back pocket, but the pages still started falling out.

Granted, you don’t use a Field Notes notebook for fancy things. They are brainstorming books and places for random notes. In the case of the Two Rivers edition, I am judging them by their covers and  will end up using them all. I also may end up passing them out as “gateway drugs” for people interested in notebooks.

Or I will hoard them. I haven’t actually decided yet.

Out with the old: The Workshop Companion edition (right) has now replaced the Two Rivers edition.

Out with the old: The Workshop Companion edition (right) has now replaced the Two Rivers edition.

One Pen Two Pen Red Pen Purple Pen

Last week I was given a red pen by the head of the English department at the school where I work. She been given a bunch by a salesman of some sort who was promoting something or other that had obviously left her unimpressed. (It had something to do with education, which doesn’t impress me, either; if it had been a Pilot representative, though, I still would not be speaking to her.)

I decided I was going to use the new pen for marking exams. Then, today, I changed my mind.

The pen is a Pilot Patint, which I believe is called the Pilot SnapClick outside of Japan. (As you’ll soon see, that’s a much better name.) With the oversized clip (with built in lanyard hole) it looks a lot like a Zebra Sarasa but the Patint’s website claims it has a longer ink refill that gives it 45% more ink.

The tip is deployed with the nock and retracted by squeezing the clip. The nock has a satisfying click and and squeezing the clip gives a satisfying snap. It is probably the noisiest pen I’ve ever used and the six of us who comprise the native English speaker staff did our best to drive the rest of the staff out of the office as we repeatedly clicked and snapped our new pens. A rocking motion with the tip of the thumb allows you to click and snap in rapid succession without having to move your hand.

Then today I tried to write with it and realized it was just a ballpoint pen, and not even a gel refill. The contoured rubber grip is comfortable, but I was underwhelmed with the thin line and decided I would only use red ink for the junior high school second years and would switch pens when I started marking my high school exams.

I wrote a little more and decided I would only use it for my worst class.

That idea lasted right up until I actually started marking today. I put the Patint away and broke out the TWSBI Classic Mini I used last time and started marking. It was a lot more comfortable to hold and I like the better line.

Oddly, this has been my only attempt to delay marking today. I’m actually almost finished with my junior high school second years. The Patint is still on my desk, though. Every now and then I stop and make some click and snap noises as a way to relieve stress by transferring it to others.

The Family of NaNoWriMo Pens–Follow-up

I’ve mentioned before how, in a fit of madness, I decided to hand write my National Novel Writing Month novel this year. (I’ve also mentioned how I fell short.) I did this partly as a way to use up homemade notepads and to put three of my fountain pens to everyday, intense use. To wax fake Shakespearean about not “winning”, the fault, dear reader, is not in my pens, it is in myself.

Well, some of it was the pens’ fault.

Out with the old, in with the next.

For the most part, I cannot blame these pens.

It was fun to be writing by hand again. As tedious as it can be, there are a lot fewer distractions in a paper tablet than a piece of electronics attached to the internet. The main hassle, as I’ve mentioned before, is that writing two pages takes long enough that you begin to feel as if the scene is dragging on endlessly when, in fact, it’s only a page of printed text. I find that I underwrite when I write by hand as I always feel compelled to change scenes and get things moving. The result is more of an outline and random scenes than a coherent work.

There’s also the problem of random ideas coming in and demanding to be recorded. This can lead to lots of confusing shifts and asides that cause me to go “what the hell was I thinking” and “is my handwriting really that illegible” on a read through.

To help provide a meager sense of order to the proceedings, I used different color inks to show when I changed scenes or when I switched to character background and other forms of world building. I also developed a system of marginal marks that let me know when I was changing direction. This will make assembling the “assembled draft” a lot easier. (Note: I reread and cut up the manuscript and past it together in a better order before I start typing.)

The TWSBI 580 did most of the writing at first. I like the larger ink capacity of its piston filling mechanism and that its nib is broken and write’s well. Towards the end I started using the Levenger Sunset and the Namisu Nexus more.

The Levenger Sunset was, at best, okay. The nib is scratchy and in need of some tuning and it didn’t seem to get better the more I used it. I’m trying it now with a different ink, but unless it gets worked on (or I learn to work on it myself) it may be destined for a return to long term storage.

The real surprise was the Namisu Nexus with a titanium nib. Out of the box the titanium nib was squeaky but I wrote with it until the squeak went away and was replaced with a dull scratch. Towards the end of the month, I found myself reaching for the Nexus more often than before and I could feel the difference as the nib broke in. It doesn’t quite have the ink capacity to by my number one workhorse, but it may have just earned its way off the sales block.

I’ll keep working on the novel, by hand of course, but at this point it’s more of a long outline and random notes than a novel.

A family portrait, with a celebratory whisky.

A family portrait, the pens and the notepads, with a celebratory whisky and one of the marginal marks.