Book review: Finders Keepers

Finders Keepers (Bill Hodges Trilogy, #2)Finders Keepers by Stephen King
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Perhaps you have heard of Stephen King. He’s had a few books published.

Finders Keepers is the second book in his Bill Hodges trilogy, a thriller in which a high school senior unwittingly faces off against a quite-mad man freshly released after a long sting in prison.

Hodges doesn’t actually appear until about a quarter of the way into the story. Instead the reader is taken back to 1978 where a young Irish man with unusually red lips leads a home invasion of a reclusive author, making off with a load of cash and a collection of notebooks containing work the author has been writing since his alleged retirement years earlier. The young man, Morris Bellamy, is a fan and as King himself once pointed out, fan is short for fanatic and Bellamy is very much a fanatic about the characters the author John Rothstein has created, to the point where he perhaps finds them more real than, well, real people.

When the story jumps forward to the present, Bellamy is just being released from prison, having served 30+ years for a rape conviction. He has spent his incarceration patiently waiting for his release, knowing the stash of loot form Rothstein’s home–cash, but more importantly, dozens of notebooks filled with writing the author has worked on since his alleged retirement–is safely stored in a trunk buried in the woods near his old house. Unfortunately for Bellamy, Peter Saubers, the aforementioned high school senior, has discovered the trunk, used the money to help his family and taken the notebooks, planning to sell them.

The remainder of the story is a series of unfortunate events for Saubers, as Bellamy closes in on the teen, willing to do anything it takes to get back the notebooks he sees as rightfully his. Hodges, along with Holly and Jerome from Mr. Mercedes, enter into the story to aid Saubers before it’s too late.

King effortlessly ratchets up the tension after spending a good while drawing the reader in and while characters sometimes connect the dots a little too easily (I wish I was half as good at making connections as these people), he never cheats. There is no sleight of hand here, just expert play with the cards that have been dealt.

King also sets up the third and final book of the trilogy by having Hodges make regular visits to the hospital where Brady Hartsfield, the Mr. Mercedes killer of the first novel, now resides. It seems that Brady may not be quite as incapacitated as his brain trauma would suggest. Here King broadly hints at more familiar territory, suggesting abilities that go beyond the merely normal.

While the book ends with a set-up for the final volume, the story of Finders Keepers is self-contained and can be enjoyed without having read Mr. Mercedes. It’s a terrific tale of suspense filled with characters that King brings alive with his usual expertise.

Recommended.

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Run 475: Cold and slow

Run 475
Average pace: 5:33/km
Location: Burnaby Lake (CCW)
Distance: 5:04 km
Time: 28:04
Weather: Clear, windy
Temp: 5-6ºC
Wind: Moderate to high
BPM: 172
Stride: n/a
Weight: 160.2 pounds
Total distance to date: 3765 km
Devices/apps: Apple Watch and iPhone 6

It was downright chilly today and a strong breeze before the run made it feel cooler still. Temperatures hovered around 5 and 6ºC for the run but my long-sleeved t-shirt has extra long sleeves, so I was able to keep my hands covered until they warmed up a few km in. After that it was fine, plus those first few km made me look like I had no hands, possibly earning unintended sympathy from passersby, noting my triumph over adversity.

I didn’t feel like I was overly pushing myself but it definitely felt like I was putting in more effort. I’m not sure if it was the cold, the wind or some combination of factors but my BPM was higher, my place was slower and overall the results were not nearly as dazzling as last week. One factor was the trail itself, dotted with enough puddles and muddy stretches that a lot of dipsy-doodling was required to navigate.

I also think I’m finally past my fear of the side trail after The Big Trip. It helps that most of the foliage is stripped away now, making visibility on the trail quite good. The only real chance of tripping now comes from paying absolutely no attention.

The park itself must have had some special event going on because the parking lot near the dam was completely full. In five years of jogging at Burnaby Lake I have never seen it full, let alone full to the point people were parking on the road leading in. It was odd. Adding to the oddness, the trail was not packed with people. In fact, given the sunny conditions, there were fewer people out than I expected, though most of them were acting as if it were National Don’t Leash Your Dog Day.

Overall, the run was mildly disappointing in terms of pace, but I should be working in more runs during the week soon and my stamina will get closer to where it was in the summer. If I stay healthy this will be my first full winter of running in several years. I look forward to ice and snow hazards to go along with tree roots, dogs and hail.

December Drawing, Week 1: a potato

After toiling away on my Surface Pro 3, first using the included Sketchpad app (which is pretty bare bones) before switching to Photoshop (which has 5,000 pounds of blubber on its bones), I have drawn a potato.

An amazing potato. It sits on an abstract landscape that invokes memories of the family farm. If you didn’t have a family farm it may instead invoke memories of bad drawings you did when you were a kid, which this essentially is, minus the kid part. I’m a little out of practice.

Secretly I wanted to draw Super Spud but balked because trying to do a simple shape and then adding arms, legs and a face to it was too intimidating after years of not-drawing and even more years of not-drawing-in-computer-programs-I’m-barely-familiar-with.

Nonetheless, here is potato. More to come!

a potato
The Potato Deep in Thought

The December Drawfest: Coming soon (specifically December 1st)

For December I am going to use my Surface Pro 3 and Surface Pro 3 Pen to make a Surface Pro Drawing of something or other once per week for the duration of the month. It may be a tree or a potato or perhaps the moons of Uranus (hehehe) but it will be something and each of the four drawings will be amazing*.

Starting tomorrow.

* amazing subject to availability and may be shipped at a later time

My plan for NaNoWriMo 2017

Now that my NaNoWriMo 2016 project has officially fizzled out, here’s my plan for 2017 if I choose to participate again (and I am at this very early stage leaning toward not doing so):

  • Come up with an idea at least a full month ahead of time
  • Plan out the tools to be used for the writing at least two weeks in advance
  • Outline the novel (new!)
  • Spend at least the first weekend building up as large a buffer as possible (the first weekend starts on Saturday, November 4th)
  • Talk talk talk about my novel–share all kinds of stuff, go totally bananas on it (new!)
  • Attend more local NaNoWriMo events

And that’s about it. I actually did the first two this year and still flopped. Maybe adding in the other four will result in dazzling success.

If I participate.

Which I probably won’t.

NaNoWriMo 2016 autopsy: I’m not dead yet

Technically I could still complete National Novel Writing Month 2016 successfully by writing just under 40,000 words between now and midnight tomorrow.

If you are a gambling type I recommend against betting on this happening.

Then again, Donald Trump is President-Elect. Right is wrong, the impossible is possible and all that.

Speaking of which, it’s time to dissect how this year’s failure came to be.

First, what I did right:

  • I settled on a story (of sorts) well before November 1st, giving me plenty of time to mull it over and have some ideas ready so I could hit the proverbial ground running
  • I had an established, successful plan from years past, using WriteMonkey, saving to OneDrive and writing during my lunch at work, something that can spot me as many as 1,000 words before I even get home, a big psychological boost
  • Day 1 started strong, well above the minimum word threshold
  • Despite uncertainties with the story, I continued to stay above the minimum word count for five of the first six days–a good start!

At the end of day six I was at 10,002 words, on track to finish November 29th (today). Cutting it a bit close but still, victory was entirely possible. What went wrong, then?

  • I took Day 7 off. I planned to spend time thinking about how to best tackle the rest of the story, which was still a bit too vague and shapeless for my liking. This is not in and of itself a bad idea but in the context of NaNoWriMo it is a great way to kill momentum. By skipping a day and by not having a big cushion of words to fall back on (let’s call it The Stephen King Zone) I had to double my input the next day to stay on track (writing 3,334 words instead of 1,667). This would also mean finding twice the time to accomplish the task. With doubts about the story lingering, taking a day off was a tactical blunder.
  • The day after I took the ill-advised day off was Election Day in the U.S. Throughout the day I experienced a level of anxiety that by evening transformed into a kind of existential despair, sapping me of the will to write anything except perhaps a brief essay on what it feels like to curl up in a ball on the floor.
  • The following day I re-read the 5,000 or so words I’d written for last year’s NaNoWriMo and found what I’d written to be more engaging than expected. I decided to switch back to this story. I had ideas. Changing gears could work! (Hint: wrong.)
  • I hit a dead end on the old story almost immediately. Looking back I was still not in a good frame of mind to write. My brain was buzzing, but with maddening, distracting and negative thoughts. I settled for writing anything as long as I was writing but was utterly incapable of putting down anything coherent. The experience was subtly surreal, so much so it would probably make for an interesting character moment in a story. Irony.

After my briefly-revived alternate project stalled out, I returned to my original story but could never summon more than a few sentences each day, usually totaling a hundred words or so. I fell even further behind. Eventually it became obvious that I was not going to complete NaNoWriMo this year and I quietly accepted this. I moved onto other projects and am just now starting to really write again.

Without getting overly political, the election of Trump had a fairly profound effect on me. Friends joked about how I’d want to suddenly switch to writing about some near-future dystopia but both of my stories were nominally hopeful and over the course of a day they came to feel false, even pointless. I’ve come out of the funk since then and have some thoughts on how I’d approach NaNoWriMo if I participated again–and I am leaning toward not doing so–but for now I am just happy to be writing anything again.

Book review: This Year You Write Your Novel

This Year You Write Your NovelThis Year You Write Your Novel by Walter Mosley
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

This is a brief but solid overview on the basics of putting together a first novel. Mosley doesn’t go into great detail, he just lays down some rules, some less-strict guidelines, offers suggestions, often gives the writer the thumbs-up to do something however best it works for him and really, really believes in the idea of rewriting.

His advice comes down to a few essentials, most of which will be familiar to anyone who has read any how-to’s on writing:

  •  set up a daily routine:
    • write every day (no exceptions)
    • devote 90 minutes per day to writing (this can include editing or reading drafts)
    • target daily output of 600-1200 words
  •  show, don’t tell
  • characters should grow and transform, not remain static
  • write without restraint
  • take about three months for the first draft
  • take a week to read the first draft (this counts as the second draft)
  • read and if possible, record the entire novel in your own voice to hear how it sounds
  • focus on every sentence in rewrites. Every sentence!
  • writers write too much. Edit without mercy.
  • don’t write things you aren’t sure of; do follow-up research after the first draft as needed
  • you can write from a first person, third person or omniscient perspective; third person is recommended for first-time novelists
  • you never mention second person perspective because it’s weird and makes you look funny
  • to find an agent, write to the publisher of a book whose style you like and get the agent’s info; send a query letter and vitae to the agent
  • don’t ever take an agent that demands to be paid directly

And that’s pretty much it. Mosley provides examples of plot, sentence structure and other part of a novel, and the whole thing can be digested in a single sitting if you’re so inclined–all the better to get started on that great novel lurking within.

I can’t really quibble with any of the suggestions, though ninety minutes per day may be tough to manage for a lot of people. But where’s the fun if you’re not suffering for your art?

Given the endless tide of writing advice on the internet, a book like this is probably going to be a tough sell, especially at full price. On sale, it’s a tidy little volume that says what it wants to say simply and clearly. A first-time novelist will find value here, but more experienced (if unpublished) writers may find most of the lessons to be familiar.

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Book review: Future Visions: Original Science Fiction Inspired by Microsoft

Future Visions: Original Science Fiction Inspired by MicrosoftFuture Visions: Original Science Fiction Inspired by Microsoft by Elizabeth Bear
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Despite its title, Future Visions: Original Science Fiction Inspired by Microsoft is mercifully not about people making the world a better place with their Xboxes, Windows 10 and the HoloLens.

Instead it’s a collection of stories about future tech that sometimes hints at Microsoft products without naming them–such as the augmented reality glasses used in the graphic novel story “A Cop’s Eye” that could be the follow-up to the HoloLens, to various extrapolations on AI. We’ve come a long way since Clippy. The stories shift in tone from playful (the Dr. Doolittle-inspired “Hello, Hello”) to weird (Greg Bear’s mind-bending take on what happens when a quantum computer starts to successfully do its job in “The Machine Starts”) but never veers entirely toward the dark. These visions are sometimes tales of caution, such as Ann Leckie’s take on culture clash and mistranslation in “Another Word for World” but there is usually some hint of hope or redemption, no matter how bleak the situation may seem.

This book is available as a free download from major ebook retailers so the only investment made here is with your time. Given the brevity of the collection and the generally high quality of the work (none of the writers have phoned it in–perhaps why there’s no Lumia product placement) it’s an easy recommendation.

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1,000 creative writing prompts: No more of 1,000

I once had a cute little notion that I would work my way through the 1,000 writing prompts found in 1,000 Creative Writing Prompts, Volume 2. Here is the blurb I attached to the end of each post for the first ten entries:

These are prompts featured in 1,000 Creative Writing Prompts, Volume 2 (Goodreads link). My intent is to write ultra-short stories that are no more than a few paragraphs long, working through the prompts in order. When I am done I will perhaps have a party of some sort.

Sometimes the short stories will be longer and sometimes instead of a story I will answer the questions (most of the prompts are in the form of questions).

There were two problems with this plan. First, 1,000 prompts is a lot, even if I followed the rules I’d laid out (which I didn’t because brevity may be the soul of wit but my wit apparently has no soul). Second, most of the prompts lend themselves more to “What I did on my summer vacation” pieces and not so much fiction, which is what I’m attempting to write here. If I am writing about actual events I don’t need any prompting other than a sense of outrage over Trump being elected president to get going.

But I digress.

I am officially announcing, then, that I am changing my goal from writing all 1,000 prompts to writing the first 10, which I have done. It’s only missing two zeroes so I like to think in some way I came pretty close to my original goal.

I will endeavor to find other writing prompts to mangle and may even return to some in this book as I confess to not reading all 1,000 of them yet. Onward and upward. Or off in some direction or another, hopefully not spiraling down.

Run 374: Cold and wet, just the way I (don’t) like it

Run 474
Average pace: 5:20/km
Location: Brunette River trail
Distance: 5:05 km
Time: 26:58
Weather: Rain, cloudy
Temp: 6ºC
Wind: light
BPM: 162
Stride: n/a
Weight: 160.2 pounds
Total distance to date: 3760 km
Devices/apps: Apple Watch and iPhone 6

I was going to run on Saturday but the weather was monsoon-like all day and I did not feel like running in a monsoon, so I settled on my usual Sunday run.

Come this morning and the weather was monsoon-like again. I waited and it got better, then reverted to monsoon-like. It kept doing this until mid-afternoon at which point I either had to head out regardless or skip the run as it would be too dark to do more than bumble about and run into a tree.

By the time I headed out the rain had eased to a light shower and it actually stopped for most of the run before resuming with more light showers at the end. I caught another break as the wind was low and stayed that way until the walk back, when it started picking up. It was fairly chilly at 6ºC, especially combined with the rain, and it took about two km before my hands didn’t feel like fleshy ice blocks.

I encountered a total of six people: two couples, one with a dog, and two people walking solo, one also with a dog. The couple with the dog had the dog on a leash and it was struggling mightily to get to me. They were smart dog owners.

The woman walking alone had her dog off-leash and was playing some cutesy game where she and the dog stood about 25 or 30 meters apart and she excitedly called the dog to her and it came running and (fortunately) kept running past me instead of seeing how tasty I was (it looked like a Doberman or a Doberman cross). She was a dumb dog owner. I later saw she had put the dog on a leash, possibly because she encountered the other couple with their dog, so I guess she was semi-smart in the end.

Oh right, the actual run.

My pace is usually faster on the river trail and that held true today, with my pace coming in at 5:20/km vs. last week’s 5:31/km. BPM was also slightly down, so that was nice. I still need to get back to more than one run per week, though. This feels like treading water, except there’s no water, I’m just treading.

Still, this was an entirely decent run, especially given the conditions and my enthusiasm for going out into the perfectly ordinary late November weather.

Book review: A Head Full of Ghosts

A Head Full of GhostsA Head Full of Ghosts by Paul Tremblay
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

A Head Full of Ghosts could be described glibly as “The Exorcist meets Discovery Channel Reality TV show” but that sells it short.

The story of a 14 year old girl who may be possessed by a demon or may just be suffering from mental illness, is told from the perspective of her younger sister, eight at the time and 23 in the present day. There are three threads that Meredith “Merry” Barrett presents to the reader. One is a straight re-telling of the events that happened to her family in 2001, another is as analysis of the Discovery show “The Possession” presented in a blog under a pseudonym, and the third is Merry sharing her story with a writer putting together a book on the events.

Tremblay does a terrific job in capturing the essence of the eight year old Merry, a smart girl still prone to the flights of fancy that seem perfectly natural in the mind of a child. The slow unraveling of her parents and sister is both sad and horrifying to witness.

The relationship between the sisters forms the core of the story and it is by turns touching, funny and freaky. Marjorie, the older sister, initially appears whimsical, but that whimsy turns macabre as she comes apart. When the Discovery crew arrives to record the family’s activities, hoping (and to an extent trying to manufacture) some really weird stuff, the story eases up and lets the reader breathe easy for a bit. Then it turns even darker as the father brings in a priest (and yes, another, younger priest–Trembay openly pays homage to almost every possession-themed movie out there) and everything turns toward an inevitable exorcism.

The thing I enjoyed most about A Head Full of Ghosts is the way it constantly challenges the reader to determine what is real, what is fake, what’s being done for show and what’s being done because people no longer have control. It’s not an especially scary book–though there are scares to be had–but it is disturbing. Conversely, the deconstruction of familiar horror tropes is to the point and often quite funny. Somehow Tremblay makes the two work together.

Recommended.

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Run 473: Uninteresting but in a good way

Run 473
Average pace: 5:31/km
Location: Burnaby Lake (CCW)
Distance: 5:04 km
Time: 27:51
Weather: Cloudy
Temp: 11-12ºC
Wind: light
BPM: 165
Stride: n/a
Weight: 159 pounds
Total distance to date: 3755 km
Devices/apps: Apple Watch and iPhone 6

I am tentatively planning on attending a NaNoWriMo Write-in Sunday to revive my sputtering novel and so shifted gears and did a run today, Saturday, instead.

It seemed like there were fewer people out and aboot. If this is typical of Saturdays I may have to consider switching weekend run days permanently.

The weather was mild enough for me to opt (wisely) for t-shirt and shorts. Most of the other joggers I saw were bundled up in jackets, gloves, toques and multiple layers. I was sweating just looking at them. I was fine in my usual gear.

The walk to the lake felt strangely effortless, despite me turning in a decent pace. My run was a tad slower than last week but I also felt more relaxed while running, not really pushing at all and also not feeling like I was struggling as before, with that sense of mercy when the run had ended. The pacing pattern matched, with the fast first km, slower second, then progressively faster after that to the end. My BPM was also down, closer to the normal range for runs.

The trail was muddy in spots but puddles had dried. I got a break and managed to miss the rain. Tomorrow looks like it will be soggy. I kind of liked running today because now I can look forward to just lounging about working feverishly on my novel all day tomorrow.

Overall, this was an unspectacular run but given how in frequent the runs have been in the last month, that alone was something worth celebrating.