I’m in a webcomic!

A friend of mine has been documenting his impending (and now realized) fatherhood in webcomic form. Being the big fan of webcomics that I am, I’ve been following Fatherhood faithfully since its beginning. Lo and behold, I have made an appearance! Yes, I really did do what it says I did. I have no shame. Also, no survival instincts, what with me taunting a pregnant woman. In any case, Tom and Stacy are great friends, who can both be found on DeviantArt here and here.

It’s been a long while since I last (and first) made an appearance in a webcomic. I was doing a guest writing stint for Mousewax. With the ups and downs of Fight or Flight, I have come to understand how difficult it can be to make with the updates. I’d like to think that I’ve come a long way from being depicted as setting artists on fire. Maybe.

Hell of a Night

Last night, I fell down the stairs while holding the baby.

Luckily, it was only a couple of stairs. Luckily, I was holding the railing. I was half asleep and bringing Acelyn down from her room to nurse. I remember realizing what was happening as I started to fall. I remember holding her tightly to me, and then worrying that I was holding her too tightly as my back hit the stairs. I remember her crying, and then me telling her that everything was OK as Nikki rushed out of the bedroom.

I did something to my neck and shoulders when I tensed up to hold Acelyn with one arm, and keep a hold on the railing with the other. The baby seems no worse for wear, and Nikki crashed hard after the adrenaline left her system. All in all, could have been a hell of a lot worse.

I’ve fallen down the front stairs in the winter twice. Once with Aidan (he ended up fine in the snow after having bounced off of my belly) and once with Acelyn buckled in her car seat. So I’m up to three. Let’s leave it right there, mkay?

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Charting Growth

I’ve been listening to a couple of good writing podcasts, and they’re both in agreement about self publishing your early work. Don’t, they say. Readers are looking for a well written, engaging story, and not to follow along in your journey of growth as a writer. On top of that, you don’t want to associate your name with beginner’s writing mistakes.

Well, whoops. There’s a clear improvement in my writing from the beginning to the end of The Remembrance. That’s been out in the wild since 2006, so that cat has been out of the bag for a good six years. Todd’s Story has been out for a few years as well, which is (hopefully) better written than The Remembrance. Then came Fight or Flight. I’ve pretty much done exactly what they advise not to do.

I’m not seeing a good reason to change that trajectory now. To add to the growing list of cliches, the damage has already been done. Adam’s Name should continue the arc of improvement (I hope), and I’m just going to have to thank my readers for being along for the ride.

Worldbuilding

So, I’ve found myself a little bit stuck. Two-thirds of the way done with Adam’s Name, which is turning out to be novella length, and I’m stuck. I don’t like the outline for the third section. It introduces a new character whose role could easily be fulfilled by someone who’s already in the story. It makes the ending cheap, but believable. I like very much where the characters ended up, but I really don’t like how they got there.

I did something that I don’t often do. I talked to my wife about my writing. As with most things that I am passionate about, I slip all too easily into taking-it-personally mode when she and I talk shop. You see, she’s a writer too, with actual degrees, and all kinds of smarts. But her focus, when it comes to both reading and writing, is on a totally different group of genres. Until I picked up Adam’s Name again, anyway.

She asked lots and lots of whys. At the get-go, it made me a bit uncomfortable, so I fired back with a why of my own: why do these details matter if the story is character driven? Because what the characters do and why is important, she said. Not just with each other, but with the world (or worlds) that they live in. She also agreed with me that in a novella, the final third of the story was far too late to bring in a new character. She was, of course, right on both counts. Since then, I’ve been worldbuilding. I’ve determined what Adam is, where he came from and how, and thus established how he can do what he does. Much of this came from my wife’s wouldn’t-it-be-cool-if suggestions, which I tweaked and ran with.

I’m now working on the villain, who I like to call our good friend Walter. Figuring out just how villainous he is has proven difficult. I may end up being surprised with a human being as a villain, instead of an embodied human flaw. But will a human being contain enough cheese? Maybe. There is that whole demon pact thing.

EBooks!

Did you know that The Remembrance is available in the iBook store? I didn’t! Did you know that it was available as an EPUB through Barnes and Noble’s Nook Store? Neither did I!

A while back, Lulu sent me a notice that it had been chosen to be converted, free of charge, for both of these stores. I’d receive notice when the conversion was complete, be able to preview the files, and approve the pricing scheme. I never got notice, so I figured that the program had gotten the axe, or my book had fallen through the cracks. I hadn’t lost anything, so no big deal.

Lo and behold, they’ve done a fine job and set a reasonable price. Both are available for $9.99, and both have a free downloadable preview. If you’re so inclined, give it a look-see, and let me know what you think. Oh, and don’t worry about the free PDF version. That one’s not going anywhere.

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Phone Geekery 2

Despite my best efforts, sometimes hardware just needs to be given up on.

If you’ll remember, my last phone geekery post focused on my search for a good Android tweak for my phone, the Motorola Cliq XT. Unfortunately, my search brought me right up to the limitations of the hardware. I found nothing out there that would fix the auto-mute when switching from the current call to an incoming call, so I was left chalking it up to being a hardware-related problem. At work, during an emergency, I am likely to get several calls at once to my mobile phone, so this was an inconvenience.

That left two problems: slow interface response and a random delay when answering calls before I could hear the person on the other end. I found that if one version fixed one problem, it did not fix the other. I picked slow response, as Nikki found my repeated “Hello, hello?” to be pretty irritating over time.

With two of the three problems unresolvable, and our tax return in our bank account, we decided to get me a new phone. I have to admit that I’d been doing quite a bit of looking, so I knew exactly what I wanted.

As an aside, cell phone forums are as negative and soul sucking as YouTube comments. Sheesh.

I purchased an HTC Sensation, and have been gleeful with its performance since. It fits my needs now, and will likely continue to do so for the next couple of years. If and when it comes time to abandon the stock software on the phone, I’ll be more armed to find a good mod thanks to my wrestling with the Cliq XT. And whatever performance it ends up giving me, I’ll post both the positive and the negative when I review the phone on T-Mobile and HTC’s forums.

Swinging

It’s been a hell of a weekend. There have been some seriously stressful points, and some seriously amazing moments. I’ll recap the top in each category, and leave the rest for a later time.

Major awesomeness of awesome. Also awesome. Riverdance. Live. At MSU‘s Wharton Center. Nikki was gifted two tickets to Saturday night’s show by the amazing Peter and Becky as a thank you for watching their kids. I went, expecting to have to suppress grumbling and complaining, as a favor to Nikki. What I got was an experience that filled my eyeballs and ear holes with symbolism, story, talent, and inspiration. Holy balls, was that an amazing thing to partake in. I was drawn in from the moment that I realized that those clicks weren’t time delayed because of distance, he was clacking his shoes together in precise time WHILE IN THE AIR. Also, that drummer was better than the fiddler because, c’mon, eighties hair.

On the other end of the spectrum, there’s lice. Our five year old’s Dad’s family discovered these little jerk faces minutes before Nikki was due to pick Aidan up for our weekend with him. (No judgement here, please. Clean and dirty people alike get afflicted with these bugs.) As previously mentioned, we sit for other kids, so we missed out on another weekend with him. On top of that, because the aforementioned kids were at our house on Tuesday, we spent the weekend turning the house upside down, piling everything that could be washed into the laundry, and everything else into plastic bags. We shampooed, we got haircuts (Nikki is becoming a pro with those clippers), and we sprayed furniture and carpets. All signs point to us being in the clear, and I’ve got my fingers crossed that that’s the case.

My hair needed to be cut, anyway.  The stylist at Walmart really screwed it up.

3 years old

Cian is three years old.  It’s been three years since that morning in Ingham Regional Medical Center (now McLaren Lansing) when he came into the world, weighing a whopping 9 pounds.

He’s suffered through what we thought was a dairy allergy (and are now thinking is a mild case of FPIES), two collisions between his head and concrete steps (I had no idea a tooth could get pushed up into your gum, let alone pop back into place – but seriously, stop running on the stairs!), and the terrible twos.  He’s come through it all with a vibrancy that has shocked me, and made me once again believe that anything is possible.

If you ask him how old he is, he will proudly tell you “Fwee!”

Happy Birthday, Cian.  I love you.

But, seriously, use the railing when you’re on the stairs.