So, I have this problem and it’s going to sound kind of insane. I can’t get rid of one of the characters from Two Notch. The guy just won’t leave me alone. No, he isn’t showing up in my bathroom while I’m brushing my teeth (Not literally, anyway). He’s just there every time I sit down to write Book Five of the Oz Chronicles. Writing fiction takes a heavy dose of visualization. I need my mind clear so I can settle down in the world of The Oz Chronicles, and it’s tough with this character from the other book there.
The character’s name is Abel Decker, and he’s not a nice guy. He’s a ruthless gun for hire that just happens to be hired by the good guys in my book. He’s killed a lot of people, including women and children, and he has no remorse. Despite all that, I like him. Pardon my French, but there is no bullshit in Abel Decker. He does what has to be done. There is no decision to big for him to make. He knows his place in the world, and he accepts it. I wouldn’t want to be him, but if there’s a life or death situation coming my way, I’d want him on my side.
I saw a gentleman on TV talk about his time in an Iranian prison. He was put in solitary confinement for several months, and he said he survived by having imaginary conversations with his dead father and sister. I told my wife that if I was in the same situation I would probably survive by talking to some of the characters I’ve created, namely Abel. The dude is just a good old fashion bad ass, and that’s the kind of guy you’d want to be in an Iranian prison with.
I’m saying all that to say this. I’m taking a few days off the interwebs to clear my head, so I can’t put 100% of my focus back on the Oz Chronicles. I’m going to read Book Four again, and get back on track.
I’ll be back on Tuesday, but for now, you can enjoy this video. It’s another song in my The Man Who Saved Two Notch virtual CD. Call it a wish list of songs for the book’s soundtrack. This one is Woe is me, I’m ruined by The Lonely Forest.
Well, it’s out of my hands now. I sent the synopsis and manuscript for The Man Who Saved Two Notch to my agent a couple of days ago. It’s not a young adult novel and that’s the original genre his agency signed me up for, so I have no idea if he’ll want to represent it. It’s not an automatic just because he’s my agent. I like it, but that doesn’t mean that it’s marketable. I don’t have the brand name recognition to carry a book through the vagaries and pitfalls of the market unless it is a primo property. Publishing a book is a huge risk for traditional publishers. It kind of parallels the big studio film industry. I once got feedback from someone in the film industry about The Takers that went something like this, “It’s better than 95% of the stuff that comes across my desk, but I’m looking for something that’s in the top two percent.” And, I can’t blame him for that. The publishing industry is in the same position. So, unless it’s in the top two percent, you’d be a fool to take the risk.
That’s not to say that I won’t self-publish if he says no. Thanks to Createspace it won’t cost me a dime up front. I have a strangely strong gut feeling about this book that I’ve never felt before. I’m not talking about the quality of the writing or my abilities as a storyteller. My ego’s not that out of control. It’s more like a feeling of total immersion whenever I even think about the story. That suggests to me that I found “the zone” with this book when I was writing it. You more or less don’t write in the zone. You simply record what you’re witnessing.
Anyway, I’m adding a new song to The Man Who Saved Two Notch virtual CD. This is nothing more than a collection of songs that remind me of the story. Today’s selection is Old Devils by William Elliott Whitmore. BTW – If you enjoy on any of this songs, I encourage you to let your friends know. Help an artist out and spread the word.
Thanks to Bailey for turning me onto the Punch Brothers. I looked them up on Youtube and found the song Rye Whiskey, and I’m adding it to The Man Who Saved Two Notch virtual sound track. Why? Because rye whiskey plays a fairly prominent role in the story.
As we head into the homestretch of the presidential election, this Ben Sollee song perfectly captures what I expect, and rarely get from our politicians. Just A Few Honest Words. If only.