Expedition Unknown Live Interview Sing-Along!

Welcome, boys and ghouls, to my appearance as a guest on the Expedition Unknown internet radio show!

I'm Frank Tuttle, large mammal, sometimes author, sometimes amateur paranormal investigator. Tonight we'll be emphasizing the paranormal side of things.

Expedition Unknown is a professional paranormal investigation group based in the Mid-South, an area which covers Mississippi, Alabama, and Tennessee. Here's a link to their webpage, and here is a link to their YouTube channel, which features a number of fascinating EVP recordings caught during their investigations.

I've prepared this blog entry to showcase my own 3 best pieces of EVP evidence, as well as a few images I found interesting.

I hope you'll pull up this page in one browser tab and listen to the live radio show on TMV Cafe in another. I promise it will be fun -- the shows airs at 8:00 PM CST on Monday January 20. Please join us!

Now, on to my EVPs.

The best one is first. I recorded this in 2012 in Oxford, Mississippi, after a visit to author William Faulkner's grave. It was early evening, just dark. I noted the presence of so many liquor bottles left at Faulkner's grave (a local tradition), and commented 'maybe I should have brought a case.' A female voice I didn't hear during recording said this:

hiphop.mp3

Sounds like 'hiphop' to me. Which is completely out of context, but there it is.

Next up is another EVP, from the same place and time -- Oxford, 2012.

goahead.mp3

If you're interested, the full blog entry associated with these EVP recording is here:

Things That Go Bump, Famous Author Edition

Next up is a laugh, apparently aimed at me, which I recorded in a tiny cemetery in Tula, Mississippi in 2012. I was alone, in broad daylight. I invited any entities to speak, adding that their voices could be recorded by the instrument I held. Listen to what follows.

instrument.mp3

Of all the EVPs I've captured, those are probably the best.

Here is a full set of links to my paranormal-themed blog entries:

The Wild Man of Yocona Bottom.
This contains a full, high-quality 20 *minute* recording of something howling while being pursued by a pack of hounds along the Yocona River, about a mile from my patio. Recorded with a darned good Zoom H1 mic, purely by accident. Very strange.
http://frank-tuttle.blogspot.com/2013/11/the-wild-man-of-yocona-bottom.html

Things That Go Bump, 2013:
http://frank-tuttle.blogspot.com/2013/09/things-that-go-bump-2013-issue-1.html
http://frank-tuttle.blogspot.com/2013/10/things-that-go-bump-1013-issue-2.html
http://frank-tuttle.blogspot.com/2013/10/things-that-go-bump-2013-issue-3.html

Instrumental Trans Communications (pictures!)
http://frank-tuttle.blogspot.com/2013/08/things-that-go-bump-mad-science-edition.html
http://frank-tuttle.blogspot.com/2013/07/thing-that-go-bump-mad-science-edition.html

Below, an image I captured and immediately dubbed 'Mr. Spooky Face.'

A typical mirror-box ITC image, as captured by my mirror box rig.

ITC image captured by the Scole Group. 

Link to the Scole Experiment webpage (1995 called, wants its code back):
The Scole Experiment

Just for fun:
Dead in the Deep South: A Field Guide to Southern Ghosts
http://frank-tuttle.blogspot.com/2013/03/ghost-hunters-guide-dead-in-deep-south.html

Things That Go Bump, 2012:
http://frank-tuttle.blogspot.com/2012/10/things-that-go-bump-chapter-1.html
http://frank-tuttle.blogspot.com/2012/10/things-that-go-bump-chapter-2.html
http://frank-tuttle.blogspot.com/2012/10/things-that-go-bump-chapter-3-graveyard.html
http://frank-tuttle.blogspot.com/2012/10/things-that-go-bump-chapter-4-and-now.html

My webpage:
http://franktuttle.com/

Expedition Unknown

Are you intrigued by all things spooky and mysterious? Do you have Internet access, and a couple of ears?

Great! Let me invite you to join myself and the amazing folks of Expedition Unknown, a TAPS family member organization that conducts paranormal research right here in the Mid-South. Expedition Unknown hosts a paranormal talk show every Monday evening at 8:00 PM CST, and I'm their guest tomorrow night.

We'll be talking about EVP phenomena. Ghost hunting. Cryptids. Local legends. We will each share at least one hair-raising, heart-stopping three-fisted tale of terrifying encounters with That Which Man Should Not Disturb! Or I might play the harmonica while drinking a glass of straight Absinthe. You just never know.

To listen online, just click here. The show is hosted on TMV Cafe's website, so if you go in via the website, just click the radio link to get to the show.

I met Stephen and Tanya at MidSouthCon last year. Expedition Unknown has some fascinating EVP clips on their YouTube channel -- the clips are well worth a listen. Especially if you're all alone, on a dark and stormy night...

Remember, the show is live, and it starts at 8:00 PM CST Monday January 20! There's also a chat room you can join, so you can post questions or mock my accent. Hope to see you there!

Bugs Invade the Moon

When it comes to shiny new gadgets, I'm just a big flightless crow. A big flightless crow lacking wings, feathers, hollow bones, or a beak. True, my crow analogy was fatally flawed and ill-advised, but I hope you got my meaning, which is that I have an unseemly and irrational love for things that make beep noises and have at least one USB port.

So I have a new camera. It's not a fancy digital SLR, because we crows are chronically short on pocket cash. Instead, I picked up a Fuji Finepix SL1000, which is turning out to be every bit as much fun as a $1500 Canon.

For instance, the following image of the Moon. I took this from my backyard at around 6:00 AM this morning. I was in my underwear. I realize that detail isn't truly relevant to the quality of the photograph, but I'm told that sex sells.

Anyway, I snapped off this picture without the aid of a tripod. I didn't even steady the camera against a tree.

Not too bad for an off-the-cuff shot! Below are another couple of lunar images. They were taken Friday evening, from my porch, and yes I was wearing pants.

I've seen views of the Moon similar to these before, but only through my telescope. Which suggests a new project for the blog -- I'll build a camera mount for the telescope, and we can probably read the serial numbers on the chassis of the Chinese moon rover. More on that later!

Wait, I promised you a bug. So. Here's a dried cicada skin, shot by the same camera in SuperMacro mode. Cute little devil, isn't he?

Coming Soon

My January 30th blog will feature an audio interview with publisher Raechel Hendersen, owner and prime mover behind Eggplant Literary Productions and Spellbound children's fantasy magazine. You won't want to miss this one, especially if you're a writer. I'll be sure to keep my fat yap shut and let Raechel do most of the talking!

Writing Update

Markhat admonishes me to write faster.

It appears I may finish the new Markhat right on schedule. After I post this blog, work on the second round of edits for The Five Faces, and join my crow brethren in the tree for a bit of squawking and random pecking at a scrap of aluminum foil, I'll start on the new book's final big scene. When it's done, there's the denouement, but those practically write themselves since that's usually the bit that I see first when the idea for the book pops into my head. I see the first draft of The Darker Carnival being done by month's end.

Once the first draft of the new Markhat is done, I'll put it aside for a week while I reboot the Meralda and Mug series. Then I'll devote half of each writing session to beating the first draft of the The Darker Carnival  with a stick. When I'm sure reading The Darker Carnival won't induce nausea, vomiting, or the urge to find a tall overpass, I'll send it off to the Cambrit Street Irregulars, who will beta read the thing.

Meanwhile, the sequel to All the Paths of Shadow will forge ahead. 

The new Mug and Meralda book presents a unique challenge. Will I pitch this one to an agent, submit directly to a publisher, or go it alone and self-publish it?

I love having a publisher. Working with Samhain has been a joy. They provide cover artists, free professional editing, proofreading, marketing, file conversions, a hundred other services without any cost to me whatsoever. Samhain gets me into bookstores around the world and down the block. They're unfailingly professional, and they they get things done. 

If Samhain handled young adult fantasy, I'd send them the Mug and Meralda book in a heartbeat. But they don't, so that's not an option.

On the flip side of the publishing coin, I know enough about ferbling the gizwoks to put out my own Kindle ebook. Let's say I manage to find a great cover artist and enlist the aid of a competent editor -- what's to stop me from putting out the new Mug and Meralda YA book all by myself? Sure, I don't get the marketing engine of a publisher, but the first book has already created a market for the second. 

Oh. The dread phrase 'lots of work, assuming the role of publisher' just rampaged howling through my mind. 

Hmm. Lots to think about. But right now, it's time to squawk at the neighbor's cat. Take care, folks! 

Wild Things

WILD TURKEY

No, not the bourbon. I mean the actual wild turkey, Meleagris gallopavo, or as I call him, Mr. Gobbles.

Mr. Gobbles wandered in front of my trail camera yesterday, and had his portrait made. He's a striking bird, and yes that is an almost metallic green you see on his plumage. That means he's a male. If his lady friend was around she was clever enough to avoid having her picture snapped.

We see big flocks of wild turkey in the distance all the time. Seeing this guy up close is a treat. Most of the time they're long gone before you can approach them.

That derelict structure in the background is an old deer stand, long abandoned. 

The image above is Mr. Gobbles. He appears to be inspecting the camera. He's probably wondering if he can use it as a Wifi hotspot.

As long as I'm posting critter pics, here's one of Lou Ann, posing triumphantly at the peak of Two Thousand Millimeter Mountain:

And here's another Lou pic, as she enjoys her obligatory dip in the pond.

I've heard no repeats of the call I recorded (The Wild Man of Yocona Bottom), so either Bigfoot has rented a condo closer to town or he's learned to do his yelling in a bucket so the neighbors don't raise a fuss.

BOOK GIVEAWAY

I'm giving away a free signed copy of All the Paths of Shadow this week! To win it, all you have to do is email me (franktuttle at franktuttle dot com) with the CORRECT COUNT of the gargoyles in the picture above. The first person to offer a correct summation of the gargoyles contained in the image wins. 

I'll sign the book however you want and mail it out free of charge. Just get the number right.

Good luck!

RANDOM WRITING ROOM: THE EVILS OF HEAD-HOPPING

Look in any writing how-to book and you'll find pages and pages of advice on how to best handle point of view. 

Point of view takes many forms. First person. Second person. Third person omniscient.  The Unreliable Narrator.  Third Person Objective. 

Your choices are many. 

I'm not going to list each and every possible POV and the advantages and disadvantages thereof.  I tend to stick with first person in my Markhat stories, and third person omniscient in most of my other titles. But here's one thing I will tell you about point of view -- pick one, and stick with it. 

One of the dangers in shifting a POV is called 'head-hopping.' It's jarring and distracting. 

Here's an example, to show you what I mean. Assume that Mary is our heroine, and this passage takes place somewhere in the middle of the story: 

Mary frowned. "I don't know if I can get all this done before Saturday, Mr. Smith." Mary fought to keep her voice from shaking. Of course I can't get all this work done before Saturday, she thought.  No one could, and he knows it, and he's just being cruel. 

"I have perfect faith in you," said Mr. Smith. He allowed himself a triumphant smile. You'll work all night every night because you have no choice, he mused, watching Mary fight back tears. You'll do what I say, because I'm the boss. 

  

That's an example of head-hopping. It's perfectly fine to show the reader what Mary is thinking, because she's the heroine, and we get to see what's going on inside her. 

But her boss, Mr. Smith, is off limits. Jumping into his head reveals things Mary simply cannot know. And since Mary's character is our point of view character, we need to stay in her head and her head alone, especially if this is a short story. 

Let's amend that exchange above to avoid head-hopping. 

Mary frowned. "I don't know if I can get all this done before Saturday, Mr. Smith." Mary fought to keep her voice from shaking. Of course I can't get all this work done before Saturday, she thought.  No one could, and he knows it, and he's just being cruel. 

"I have perfect faith in you," said Mr. Smith.  He smiled a thin little smile and leaned forward, putting his face close to Mary's.  His eyes met hers. "You won't disappoint me, will you, Mary? Because you like this job, don't you? You need this job, isn't that right?" 

Mary blinked and looked away. "Yes sir," she said. "Yes sir." 

We see Mary's thoughts. But what goes on in Mr. Smith's head is as much a mystery to us as it is to Mary, although he makes it clear from his words and his actions that he's a bully, and he enjoys being a bully. 

You'll be pleased to learn that Mr. Smith is later set upon by raging giant weasels, and Mary inherits his job and gives herself a raise. Hopefully you also learned the basics of avoiding head-hopping. It's a bad practice. Avoid it with as much vigor as you would avoid raging weasels of giant stature.   

 

WRITING UPDATE

First round edits on The Five Faces are back with the publisher. I am more than 70% done with the new Markhat book, The Darker Carnival, assuming I wind up with a manuscript fairly close to the projected word count. 

Since I'm meeting or exceeding my 1500 word per day target, I could finish the first draft this month. My very first Word file entitled The Darker Carnival is dated mid-October, so if I make my January deadline that will mean I started and finished a rough draft in around three months.

If you look at the math, writing a book in 90 days isn't impossible. At 1500 words per day that's 135,000 words, after cutting a quarter of those away you're left with around 100K. 

It's not necessary to be a verb-slingin' superman to write a book quickly -- A steady pace and commitment to daily goals is all you really need. 

I've never managed to pull it off before. I hope I can do it again!

Oh, and not that I'm plugging a book, but here's a book I'm plugging:

And here's the link to the book I'm not plugging:

Brown River Queen

If you've read the book already and liked it and haven't had a chance to leave a review, there's a link, wink wink nudge nudge...

Okay, back to work for me! Take care, and see you next week!

Fruitcake Pants

Happy or Otherwise Pleasant Generic Greeting Here

I don't engage in holiday posts, because by now you've read a bazillion of them and you'd probably rather have an entire fruitcake shoved down the front of your pants than endure even one more heartfelt paean to the Year That Was.

Fruitcake Pants, available in S, M, and Without Raisins.

Or maybe that's just me. What I could really use right now is a way to get fruitcake out of my zipper, but that's another story.

So I won't bore you with a list of Ten Homemade Narcotics I'll Be Giving Up in 2014 or Things About 2013 That Made It the Bestest Year EVAH, With Illustrations of Kittens Throughout.

So no lists. I'll say this much, and no more. 2013 was good year for me, in terms of writing, books sales, and awards. The Broken Bell won a Darrell Award (Best Novel). Saving the Sammi won the Best Short Story Darrell Award for 2013. Sales of All the Paths of Shadow inexplicably shot from the mid-hundred-thousands to the hundreds in terms of Amazon rankings, after an astonishing 500 sales in a 4 hour period in the wee hours of a single night. I still don't have an explanation for that. A new Markhat book, Brown River Queen, was released in March.

I also had a screenplay turned into an actual honest-to-Gosh movie, with actors and special effects and a craft table and everything. You can watch The Embalming for free, if you haven't seen it already. It's short and a lot of fun.

But the best of 2013 is yet to come. The Five Faces, a new Markhat novel, was written in 2013 and will hit the stands in June of this year. I think you'll like it; it's the best of the series yet.

I haven't forgotten Meralda and Mug. Their new book, All the Turns of Light, is in the works. It should be finished before The Five Faces sees its June release.

All that sounds like bragging, and for that I apologize. I'm talking to myself here, and my point is this -- I had a good 2013 not because of luck or talent or even that awkward business at midnight at the crossroads. No, I had a good 2013 because I finally learned to put my butt in the chair and work. Whether I feel like it or not, whether I want to or not, whether the Muse is whispering in my ear or not.

I've done a lot less self-promotion on the Interwebs. I've paid almost no attention to my Amazon rankings. I've spent precisely zero time agonizing over poor reviews.

So that's my big lesson learned from 2013. Work more. Output matters. All other concerns are trivial by comparison.

The other lesson involves not putting battery booster cables to my tongue, but that's not germane to the writing process anyway.

Pictures of Dogs And Bigfoots

Now that you've endured exactly the sort of bloviated lecture I promised you'd not be subjected to, here is my dog Lou Ann enjoying a chilly dip in an icy pond yesterday afternoon.

Lou loves water, and can't resist diving in regardless of the temperature. I would have joined her, but I left my tiny red Speedos back at base camp.

Here is a shot of Lou emerging and shaking herself dry. I've been trying to get a shot of a dog shaking off water for years, and this is the first time I've even gotten close to nailing it.

Yeah, the sky really was that blue. The next shot is of the water, and those trees are all reflections. That's artsy, is what that is.

Finally, yet another in my acclaimed series, Pond Scum Afternoon. If the sun is low enough, I guess the rays are refracted off the mixture of ice and scum, producing both a rainbow effect of colors and probably a spate of UFO sightings in the next county.

Since I promised a Bigfoot update, here it is. No further strange calls, nothing on the trail cam except squirrels, deer, a coyote, and some peeping eyes which could be anything from Mothman to Heraldo Rivera.

Live on the Internet Radio

On Monday evening, January 27th, at 8:00 PM CST, I'll be joining the crew of Expedition Unknown as their guest on their weekly net radio show, Expedition Unknown. This hour-long audio show will be a lot of fun; the crew of Expedition Unknown has a wealth of ghost stories and paranormal investigation experience, while I have a poor command of English and a kazoo. Go to http://www.tmvcafe.com/ and then click on the RADIO button, and you can listen to the show live as we talk. There's also a chat room, and signup is free, so you can join in the fun online. 

I met Tanya, Stephen, and Andy at MidSouthCon last year. I was immediately impressed with their balance of skepticism and open-mindedness -- these guys aren't wild-eyed True Believers who see spooks behind every shrub. They're careful, professional, and thorough. 

They've also got a YouTube channel which contains some amazing EVP evidence. Grab your headphones and check it out here.  

Speaking of all things unusual and possibly laden with gore and mystery, Dr. Clifton Meador was Steve Bradshaw's December 28th guest on The Steve Bradshaw Show. Dr. Meador is the author of Fascinomas, a book chock full of things and situations that have absolutely no business existing. Fascinating stuff for anyone with a taste for the inexplicable. 

To listen, click on The Steve Bradshaw Show and then find the play button next to the interview link (the 12/28 one). 

The End

The wind is howling. The temperature is dropping. The sky is color of old lead. If there's a sun up there behind the dreary clouds, it's minding its own business.

Perfect writing weather. See you guys next week! Take care, and treat time travelers with extra consideration, because they know things and might drop hints. 

Happy New Year, and FREE STUFF!

Hi gang! Hope you all had a rockin' New Year's Eve. As is my custom, we spent the evening atop the Eiffel Tower while highly-trained aerialists showered us with Himalayan rose petals and crisp hundred-dollar bills.

Or maybe we stayed home and watched Season Four of Breaking Bad. Either way, it was spectacular, I'm sure.

Now, on to the free stuff. I was invited to take part in 2014's amazing Indie Steampunk Extravaganza giveaway, and I've put five copies of All the Paths of Shadow up for grabs. All you have to do is enter, and Rafflecopter handles the rest.

Good luck, and again, Happy New Year!

a Rafflecopter giveaway

Words With Author Maria Schneider

I try to keep the blog fresh. Exciting. In line with certain oddly specific court-ordered strictures, but still fun to read.

So today I'm unveiling a new feature, which I hope to repeat once a month.

Welcome to Words With!

This edition of Words With features author Maria Schneider, a New Mexico native now residing in Texas. I met Maria a while back on the Amazon Kindle forums, and when I discovered she was an author I gobbled up her books. Literally. That was during an awkward time in my life when a head injury made me think I was a goat. I still can't look at paper without salivating.

Anyway, Maria has an impressive 17 titles below her name on her Amazon Author page, and that's no small feat. She writes everything from urban fantasy (her Moon Shadow series) to straight-up gritty realism (Soul of the Desert).

Author Maria Schneider and friend

My favorite of Maria's books are the Moon Shadow books. Set in modern-day Santa Fe, her heroine Adriel drives a battered Honda Civic and, much to her dismay, knocks heads with ghosts, vampires, shape-shifters, and other unpredictable sorts using her own unique brand of earth magic.

Of course, Earth magic isn't the only kind of magic around. Adriel's friend White Feather works as a wind energy consultant by day, but he's a wind witch when magic is afoot.

Oh, and the vampires -- they don't sparkle. Not one bit. Then there's Lynx, who can shape-shift, which I;ve always wished I could do, because then I could be skinny.

If witches and ghosts aren't quite your cup of supernatural tea, Maria is also the creator of the Max Killian Investigates stories. These stories are set in our world, but after a fictional oil crisis which resulted in the collapse of the global economy and the sudden emergence of all manner of supernatural beasties.

Max works as a private investigator. Max has the supernatural ability to smell ghosts and sense magic, but he keeps that a secret because (and I love this bit) people with paranormal senses are taxed at a higher rate if they earn a living from these abilities. Good twist! Adds an entire extra layer to the stories.

Maria's Sedona O'Hala series doesn't contain any supernatural elements at all -- but there's lots of humor, mystery, and clever plotting!

I love this fantasy novel, The Dragons of Wendal. "Cousin Lonnie was an idiot." Well, yeah, he is!

Maria's latest release, Soul of the Desert, tells the story of a troubled youth snatched away from gang life in New York to work on a remote cattle ranch in New Mexico. It's a fascinating read, and a heck of a character portrayal!

Now that you know a little about Maria Schneider, turn up thy speakers, ready your best clicking finger, and prepare to embark on a sonic journey as Maria and I talk about writing, aardvarks, her preference for ionic to covalent chemical bonds, and of course the controversy over the inclusion of Finnish synchronized otter licking as an Olympic event.

Click below to hear Words With: Maria Schneider!

Words With Maria

Thanks to Maria for taking her time for the interview!

And now, helpful links to Maria's sites and books:

Maria's BearMountainBooks blog

Maria's Amazon Author page

Maria on Twitter

Bigfoot Update

Weird how the forest light makes my golden yellow hair look grey, isn't it?

Several weeks have passed since the inexplicable howling we recording along the Yocona River (see my November 10 entry, The Wild Man of Yocona Bottom). 

We've listened for more howls, but haven't heard a thing. We got a trail camera and we keep it moving around in the woods south of our house, but so far we've only managed to photograph deer, squirrels, cats, dogs, two Muppets, a flying saucer crash-landing, Elvis, and what can only be The Invisible Man.

But no Bigfoots. We keep the camera in play, though, so who knows?

Obligatory Nature Photo

I keep my trusty Fuji Finepix handy when we tramp through the swamps of Dagoba to check the trail cam. The image below is of one of the wooded ponds, taken on a bright cold December day. Note how the pond scum takes on different colors when the sun is at just the right angle!

Okay, folks, time for me to get back to work! Again, a big thanks to Maria joining us!

Foothot Five the First

Frank's Foothot Five

The glamour and allure of the writing life!

Welcome to the first installment of a recurring feature which shall be named Frank's Foothot Five!

Today, I've ambushed -- er, enlisted the generous assistance of fantasy author Elyse Salpeter. Elyse has four novels out, and entries in several anthologies (all available from Amazon, of course). Her latest book, The Hunt for Xanadu, was just released Friday (I had an ARC, because hello, Evil Genius!). I read it, and loved it, and I recommend it!

Here's how the Foothot Five works. I ask the hapless author five questions, which the author answers as quickly as they can. Meanwhile, the bucket fills with scorpions and the counterweight mechanism slowly raises the door to the tiger den. It's all very simple, especially if you live in a mad scientist's abandoned Lair of Evil. Sure, the place is hard to heat, but it came with indoor acid pools and three old Soviet nukes!

Author Elyse Salpeter

That's Elyse above. She's written everything from YA fantasy (The World of Karov, The Ruby Amulet, Flying to the Light, The Sun and the Star) to modern-day thrillers filled with Buddhist mythology (her latest, The Hunt for Xanadu). You can visit her website www.elysesalpeter.com, follow her on Facebook, or find her Twitter feed here. She maintains a weekly blog, Musings From a Type A Mom, which is always fun to read. Now it's my turn to shut up and let the author speak.

 

So here they are, the Foothot Five! My questions in bold, replies in plain text. Enjoy!

Frank's Foothot Five

Foot-hot. Adverb, archaic. "On the spot. See also hastily."

1. Let's go back to the beginning. Can you remember the moment when you first realized 'I want to be a writer?' If so, describe the circumstances leading up to that moment. If you can't remember, make something up, because after all you're a writer.

Elyse: I always had an active imagination as a kid and loved to collect things like buttons and stickers, to shells and rocks (yes, my desk was filled). I also loved to draw, but not sweet happy faces and cute little animals. I drew families of fifty kids (and the siblings were all twins, triplets and other multiples) and drew wild pictures of cars and houses, each with fifteen plus levels to them. They had movie theaters, carnivals, zoos and cafeterias. Then I’d draw stores and have floor after floor of different kinds of products ranging from the mundane, pants and shoes, to the more arcane (floors filled with wigs seemed to be a big theme for me as a kid)

<story takes a sad turn here, get out your tissues>  So, to get back to your question: One day I was in my ninth grade honors English class and I wrote an extra credit book report that I was immensely proud of. Instead of simply regurgitating the book, I decided I wanted to conduct it like an interview and I had a news reporter interviewing the main character.

When the teacher, (a bitter old woman who will forever remain nameless and will thankfully never teach a student again), gave it back to me, she wrote a big red zero on the top and told me (loudly, in front of the class) that it was the worst piece of writing she’s ever seen. (this was a creative writing assignment, mind you) She crushed me. Right in front of her I crumpled it up, threw it on the floor and said “I give up.” I stopped writing until college. Then, one day in my freshman year, I had this idea for a book and I remember saying to myself, “Don’t let that horrible lady control your life.” So, I didn’t. I wrote the book and that’s where my writing “life” started. Getting the guts to put the words and ideas finally on paper and not worrying about what other people would think.  

 

2. What do you find to be the most maddening aspect of being a writer today? With me it's snakes, but that's my fault because my writing desk is inside the cobra exhibit.  Describe your main source of frustration. Feel free to kick it in the shins. 

Elyse: I have a few frustrations. Personally, it’s finding the time to write while managing work and a family. The second is exposure. How to find the right people to read my stories? Third is social media. What aspects of that beast do I concentrate on? There are days I spend hours on social media and I cringe when I look at my WIP’s just sitting there waiting for me to open them up and get to work finishing them.  

3. Every book is a journey. What do you hope your readers experience as they travel with your characters and visit your fictional worlds?

I hope I can let my readers forget about all the stresses they have and for a little while they can disappear into the worlds I create. Now, these are not always happy little ditties where everything is a bed of roses, but I do try to create stories that are interesting and hopefully entertaining (at least they are to me!)  

4. You've just captured a leading New York literary agent in a trip-line net. In the 30 seconds it takes the agent to retrieve their cell phone and summon a SWAT team, pitch any of your books in a single sentence compelling enough to both get a read and have the charges dropped. GO!  

Elyse: I have a brand new idea to pitch to you. The Hunt for Xanadu is about a young girl on a mission to avenge the death of her parents, murdered in their quest to find the mystical land of Xanadu. It’s steeped in Buddhism, has an international flavor and I believe it’s something we’ve not read about in the field before. (I think that was under 30 seconds, but I talk fast – hey, I am a New Yorker!)

5. Every writer has a process by which words get put together. I use foolscap and a tattoo gun. Faulkner used whiskey and a manual typewriter. How do you write? Mac or PC? Word or Scribd? Morning or night? If you have any warm-up rituals (loud music, samba dancing, llama taunting) describe those too.

Elyse: I have an HP Laptop and write in Word. A few months ago my Dell laptop’s motherboard was slowly crashing and I had the big decision to go Mac or PC. After debating, living for days in the Apple store and grilling every employee, then appealing to the internet for suggestions, then living in Microcenter, I finally chose to keep the operating system I was comfortable with. It was the best decision I made. The company I purchased the computer from saved everything on the old laptop and transferred it to the new one. Seriously, within ten minutes of having the new laptop I was already working on my WIP. Best feeling ever! 

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Thanks, Elyse, for joining us on the blog today! Everyone will be happy to know she got past the tigers, avoided both acid pools, and entered the shutdown code before the nukes went off, making her an honorary member of the Evil Genius Society. Mrs. Salpeter, your monocle, sinister white cat, and miniature (evil) clone are waiting by the umbrella stand. Hope to see you again soon!

What am I Reading Now?

I am mid-way through Neil Gaiman's and Dave McKean's The Graveyard Book. 

The Graveyard Book is the story of an orphaned infant taken in by the kindly residents of a graveyard. Young Nobody, Bod for short, grows up among ghosts, learning their ways, not knowing his life among the dead (and the undead) is anything but perfectly normal.

I won't post any spoilers, but if you haven't read this classic, you need to. Zelazny couldn't have done it any better.

Writing News

Progress continues on the new Markhat book. Of course I can't say much without spoiling any surprises the book holds, but I can say I've reached and surpassed the halfway point.

Here's a very short spoiler-free excerpt:

From THE DARKER CARNIVAL:

Mama Hog climbed atop a cannon, waving her cleaver, shouting words lost to the gunfire and the shouting. I saw vague shapes in the dark behind her, and wondered if I was seeing Darla and Gertriss make a desperate last stand.

Evis charged the monsters. The rotary gun chewed through their right flank, keeping Mama and the cannons out of the line of fire. Things went down in a tangle of legs and inky dark blood.

One of the halfdead tossed me a sword. The blade glowed faintly. I caught it as Slim hefted Alfreda into the back of the wagon.

"Die well!" he bellowed, and together we charged the left flank of the nightmares.

Season's Greetings!

Whether you celebrate Christmas, Yule, Kwanzaa, Festivus, Pancha Ganapati, Hogmanay, Yalda, Boxing Day, or Hanukkah, I wish you all the very best. May peace and joy not only follow you but make smooth the ways and fill your pockets with cash during the holidays and the new year!

And hey, if you're still looking for that perfect ebook stocking stuffer, I have a few titles out!

The Even Wilder Man of Yocona Bottom

Fig 3A, The Yeti, sans britches.

Many of you will perhaps recall a prior blog entry entitled The Wild Man of Yocona Bottom, in which we recorded some unusual vocalizations originating somewhere along the Yocona River.

Subsequent scrutiny on the source audio has revealed something startling -- I believe there may have been not one but two creatures sounding the calls. One was close, and the other was further away, and harder to hear. 

But when you do hear it, it sounded like this:

Second Call Source

First you hear dogs bark, barkbarkbark. Then you hear a long loud call, woooooooo, then dogs barking.

It's that wooooooo call I missed on the first close listen to the audio.

Contrast that call with what we heard as much louder and closer, on the rest of the recording:

Closer Call Source

Two callers, of undetermined species? Could be.

In an effort to identify what sorts of critters make their home in the woods behind out house, we installed a trail camera this afternoon. We hung it on a tree in what I think is a great spot, where two heavily-traveled game trails converge on the banks of a pond surrounded on all sides by dense woods.

Late afternoon, dense growth. Perfect place to hide.

First, I hung a line of apples across the game trail. Because as everyone knows, Sasquatch loves Granny Smith apples.

That stalwart fellow in the lower left corner is Lamar, our big black lab. Lou Ann was also with us, but every time she saw the camera turn her way she turned her backside to the lens. 

Lamar is now a gentle giant with a wide lazy streak. We found him many years ago running down the middle of Lamar Avenue in Oxford, thus his name. He weighed 15 pounds. I have never seen a creature so emaciated and skeletal; the vet said he should have weighed three times that, for his age and build. As you can tell, he eats rather well, these days.

But back to the wild wood. No sooner had I hung the apples, than one fearsome forest creature appeared!

I tossed a handful of jewelry into the woods, and she took off in pursuit of it. Always come prepared, kids!

Here's the whole setup:

Apples in the trees, trap camera strapped to tree. I should be able to catch anything traveling along either of the two trails or anything heading toward the pond for a drink.

The astute viewer may realize the apples and the camera are hung at levels more suited to Hobbits than Sasquatch. Which may be true, but I didn't think to lug a ladder through all that brush, and if all I get is a picture of hairy knees that will be fine too.

I predict here and now the vast majority of the photos will be those of deer, foxes, coyotes, feral pigs, dogs, bobcats, raccoons, and of course the occasional wandering saucer man.

I'll keep you posted on what images we capture.

FRANK'S RANDOM RECORD ALBUMS

I've told this story before, but it's been a while so I'll tell it again.

I'm a classic rock guy. I grew up listening to rock -- stadium rock, prog rock, classic rock. Pink Floyd and AC/DC and The Moody Blues and The Alan Parsons Project and the Beatles and ZZ Top and a host of other bands formed my musical ecosphere. My knowledge of 80s rock was encyclopedic. I listened to music non-stop.

Something happened in the early 2000s, though. I stopped listening to new music, and instead retreated into my collections of CDs (you kids can Google compact disc).

But as much as I love my collected music, a year or so ago I got restless. I wanted new music, stuff I'd never heard before. I wanted the same joy of discovery I felt the first time I listened to Dark Side of the Moon, or Tales of Mystery and Imagination.

I wandered around in iTunes, getting a song or two here and there, finding a few gems but missing that old rock and roll magic.

Then a new record store opened up in Oxford. An old-school record store called The End of All Music, selling vinyl albums.

What sorcery is this, I wondered? Who buys vinyl anymore, and why?

I'll answer both the who and the why questions. I buy vinyl, and I buy vinyl because it's just more fun.

My turntable isn't some five-hundred dollar European laser-balanced precision machine. I'm using the same massive Sony amp I bought in 1992. My speakers are so old they get AARP letters, addressed R. Speaker and L. Speaker.

But slap a vinyl album on my rig, and sit back in a comfy chair, and I tell you it's magic all over again.

I believe a good vinyl record on a decent turntable played through a good amp and quality speakers sounds better than the same album played from a digital audio file or a CD.

Could that be a bit of self-induced delusion?

Yeah, sure it could, but wouldn't Life be sad and awful without self-induced delusion?

What I really love about a vinyl album is this -- it forces you to A) sit and B) listen.

You hear the tracks in the order the artist arranged them. You don't skip from track 2 to track 9 just because the first few nanoseconds of a song don't grab you. Unless you want to haul your aging carcass our of your comfy chair and fiddle with the tone-arm, you're going to go where the musicians lead.

And that's when the magic comes back. For me, anyway.

Now, I don't know a thing about today's music scene. Show me a wall of new albums and I probably couldn't identify more than one or two. I don't even understand the new genres.

So my method for buying a new album is this -- I grab at random.

Tonight's random pick is The XX, and their album named X. Or XX. Frankly I'm not sure, because the cover says X and the record itself says X but the liner notes state XX. So either X or XX, and my inability to decide should showcase my aforementioned ignorance of modern music.

But I never let a little thing like ignorance get in my way, so here's my review of the record X (or XX).

Liner notes. Good times.

OVERALL RATING: 8 out of 10 Blurry Bigfoot Heads 

I like this album. It's contemplative, a touch melancholy, soothing and unhurried and complex. If I had to assign a genre to it, it would be what I call Coffeehouse. It's not in-yer-bloody-face rock ala AC/DC, and it isn't what's-it-all-about-Alfie prog-rock like Pink Floyd. 

But it's really good rainy day listening music. There are a lot guitars and some synth work and some drums. The vocalists are a man and woman and they sound as if the belong together. Best of all, they're not mad at each other, and they're not whining. They're singing, and it's pretty.

This is great music for:

• Relaxing after a long day of crushing one's enemies 
• Plotting global domination, but plotting for a year or so away, so no big hurry
• Enjoying a relaxing goblet of Wobbly Wizard 3506
• Posing dramatically in the corner of the coffee house while pretending to write a sonnet on foolscap with a quill pen
• Enoying another relaxing goblet of Wobbly Wizard 3506, because man, that stuff rawks

Okay. That's my review. Let's head on over to Amazon, and see what genre and musical type this album is classified as. That way my incompetence can actually be quantified.

The XX album samples

First of all, it's The XX. Okay. Look, if you're the XX, maybe put another X on the cover. Us old people tend to be literal.

Next, the description:

"The xx exist in a time and space of their own making. In 2009 the south London trio’s debut album ‘xx’, quietly made at night over the course of two years, bled steadily into the public consciousness to become shorthand for newly refined ideas of teenage desire and anxiety. Articulated with a maturity beyond their years, its hallmarks were restraint and ambiguity."

Um. 'Newly refined ideas of teenage desire and ambiguity.' Did you catch that?

I didn't hear any of that. Frankly, I'm so old I wouldn't know a teenage desire if it walked up to me wearing a TEENAGE DESIRE placard. But still, nothing about this album suggested 'teenager' to me.

I said 'contemplative and melancholy.' The artists who created the record claim 'teenage desire.'

Man, that Wobbly Wizard is some potent stuff!

I now abandon any thoughts of being a serious music critic.

But hey, I loved the album.

LAST WORDS

The new Markhat novel is at the halfway point. Yeah, I said it, the halfway point. Which makes this effort the very fastest I've ever achieved. Is writing a novel fast fun?

You bet your Wobbly Wizard it is. Because I'm as eager to know what happens next as I hope you'll one day be.

Speaking of which, I should get back to work. Take care, peoples, and 'ware those teenage desires!