David D. LevineScience Fiction Author

Word count: 52421 | Since last entry: 1738 | Days until retirement: 83

I finished up chapter 7 and sent it to critique, got my critique on chapter 6 (they still seem to be quite thoroughly engaged, though Rachel still needs more backstory), and completed the re-outlining. At one point half the living room floor was half-covered with little bits of paper. I should have taken a photo. The new outline has 16 chapters, down from 18, and the second half is much, much denser than before although I dropped a lot of incidents. One of the big changes is that I excised a whole try-fail cycle that was just repeating what had already happened to fill in space.

Another big change is that I took a key role in the climax away from a minor character and gave it to a major character instead, going “well duh, of course they’d be the one to do that, it’s just what the whole frickin’ book has been leading up to.” Amazing that it took me so long to realize that. It does mean that two characters who were in different places before are now in the same place at the climax and have to be separated immediately thereafter for the anticlimax to work properly. I think there will be enough chaos that this shouldn’t be difficult. I’m also wondering whether that minor character, who died in the previous outline, should now be allowed to live as a sort of consolation prize for losing the big scene. Either way, the new ending is ever so much more satisfying than the old one — I hadn’t thought a happy ending was even possible, but physics properly applied can cover a multitude of sins.

I have been getting way too little sleep lately. I should be asleep right now, in fact, as I have an 8am meeting tomorrow. But before I pack it in, I should mention that The Year’s Best Science Fiction Twenty-Fourth Annual Collection, edited by Gardner Dozois (who is, I’m told, recovering nicely from a quintuple bypass), has its official release today and has already been reviewed at sfrevu.com. I haven’t seen a copy yet. This anthology is my first Dozois Year’s Best appearance, with “I Hold My Father’s Paws”. Coincidentally, that same story was just this weekend podcast at Beam Me Up from WRFR radio in Rockland, Maine. The reading, by Ron Huber, begins about halfway into the show. Hope you like it!

And so to bed.

Word count: 50683 | Since last entry: 376 | Days until retirement: 88

I’ve been pondering and noodling away on the new outline for the second half of the book for the past couple of days. (Interestingly, Jo Walton and Charlie Stross seem to be in the exact same situation.)

It seems that I work by driving toward and building connections between key scenes, using the next upcoming juicy scene as bait to drag myself forward. I’m slightly stalled because I’ve run out of juicy bits to tempt myself with. So I wrote down a whole bunch of potential juicy scenes for the second half. Some of them are from the original outline, some are brand new. There are 32 of them, which is too much stuff for one half-novel even if many weren’t mutually exclusive, so some will be discarded and/or combined with others. I printed them out and cut the printouts up so I have 32 little rectangles of paper, with the intention of shuffling them about until they seem vaguely plot-like and then dividing them into chapters and viewpoints. This is an exercise recommended by Tim Powers and others, which I haven’t done since my original outline for novel #1 (the one with the insanely complex braided timeline, for which the outline eventually became a color-coded spreadsheet).

In the process of preparing the 32 little rectangles I discarded the original ending (it always was a bit of a downer) and replaced it with a new one suggested by something Leah Cutter said. It’s uniquely science-fictional, makes good use of a key element of the setting, and resolves a key ethical dilemma all in one tidy package. Now all I need is to find the way there. (I always know the ending of a story… generally it’s the second thing I know, after the setting or situation. Sometimes the end changes as I move toward it, but I always have an ending that I’m heading for.)

This evening I realized that I have to get this chapter done by Saturday, and lots of other things too (including the season premiere of Dr Who on the Sci-Fi channel). I also realized that even if I don’t know exactly what’s coming next I have a fair idea of the rest of this chapter, so I started drafting again. It’s going to be a stretch to get it done. I’ll finish re-outlining after that.

PSA: If you are one of the eight people who was watching Drive when Fox unceremoniously canned it after four episodes, you might want to know that the remaining two episodes will be aired on Friday July 13 (not July 4, as originally announced).

Word count: 50307 | Since last entry: 152 | Days until retirement: 91

Had a great time at the Writer’s Weekend conference, despite the fact that I didn’t know anyone there except Louise Marley. But I was on a couple of very nice panels with her and with Cherie Priest and met a bunch of keen new folks, including a bunch of cool kids from Bellingham. Conference organizer Karen Junker said she heard very good things about me (including from literary agent Nephele Tempest, whom I don’t even know!) and has already invited me back for next year.

The conference was held at the lovely Roosevelt Hotel, just blocks from Pike Place Market and other downtown Seattle wonderfulnesses. We were only slightly affected by the president of Korea’s presence at the hotel next door, although motorcades halted vehicular traffic near the hotel on a couple of occasions. We also shared the hotel with delegates to the BMM conference. I have been unable to determine, either by asking around or by reading the conference’s web page, what BMM stands for, but I gather it’s a conference for US residents who hail from a certain Indian state.

I must admit that it was very strange for me to be playing the role of Big Name Pro (though many of the other BNPs at the conference were substantially younger than I), but I do think I was able to provide some useful advice in my presentations and hallway conversations. This seems to have been my weekend for telling people to get off their duffs and submit something already. I hope that they will follow through. (Yes, I’m looking at you. Do it now.)

Before the conference we attended the weekly Clarion West party at the lovely new home of Kelly Eskridge and Nicola Griffith, where we schmoozed with many a Seattle fan and pro and met at least half of the 2007 class. I won’t attempt to list them except for Leah Cutter, who gave me some very good ideas about my novel. And then tonight we started Japanese class (only 8 weeks until we leave for Yokohama, aiee!).

All this means little writing in the last few days. So it goes. I did write every day in June, although most of what I wrote at the conference was outline and notes rather than actual novel. I realize now that what has happened is that I’ve now written all the scenes I have been holding in my head since the beginning and I need to pause and rethink what comes next. I have a general idea of where I’m going but I need to get more concrete about it.

Word count: 50155 | Since last entry: 10592 | Days until retirement: 95

In my last writing post I declared a new resolve to write every day. I have done so every day since, 300-500 words most days. Yay me. However, this has taken time away from blogging. A good tradeoff, in my opinion, but I’m kind of sorry I didn’t get to write in detail about some of the things that happened this month.

I’ve made very good progress on the novel, but I just hit a point where I realize the outline is too thin to sustain forward progress. I may have to pause and re-outline very soon. Alternatively, I could glom the next three chapters into one and move quickly to the next exciting bit. I’m no longer worried about the novel being too short.

It’s been a very busy month at work. We hit the UI Freeze milestone and I fixed (or otherwise dealt with) 241 bugs and other issues. However, just because UI Freeze has come and gone doesn’t mean I can’t fix any more problems. I just have to be more subtle about it. For example, I can no longer add any new words or phrases to the UI (they’ve all been sent off to be translated into 14 languages), but if need a new phrase and I can find a similar phrase that already exists I might be able to use it in a new location (if the translation will work in both places in all languages). Still, this milestone means that my level of effort on this project is going to be scaling back. Lots of other projects await.

I’ve told key people at work that my unofficial official retirement date is October 1. There are quite a few details to work out before then, health care being a biggie. I have not told my co-workers yet (well, unless they’re reading this blog).

I’ve been a real social moth (that’s like a social butterfly but it batters itself against lightbulbs and other shiny things). Just briefly, the last 3 weeks included: Brandi Carlile concert, reading by the Yarn Harlot, housewarming for a writer new to town, major cross-site work meeting and dinner, viewing of Hitchcock’s The Lady Vanishes (I didn’t know it was a comedy), dinner with square dance friends, failed attempt to have brunch with other square dance friends, Gay Pride parade and festival, dinner with another square dance friend, benefit showing of Serenity, haircut, open house for the new Grand Central Bakery, JayCon, midnight singalong showing of the Buffy musical episode, dim sum with yet another pair of square dance friends, party at the home of some lesbian librarian friends, book group (Portable Childhoods), delightful house concert with one of the Flying Karamazov Brothers, and a live taping of Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me. Every one of those deserves at least a paragraph, if not its own entry. They won’t get it.

Tomorrow in the afternoon at work we have the celebration of our recent Beta 1 release, which I will duck out from early to head up to Seattle for a Clarion party followed by the Writer’s Weekend conference, at which I am a Guest Speaker. See some of you there!

Word count: 39563 | Since last entry: 891

Kate is in Spokane again this week. Her father had a new plastic lining installed in his abdominal aorta today, and when last we spoke he had come through the surgery okay but they hadn’t yet seen him. He’s expected to come home Thursday, and Kate should be back Friday, subject to the usual uncertainties. I miss her.

Two people who know a little something about having new linings installed are friends Jerry and Suzle, from Seattle, who called up on the spur of the moment on Saturday (Kate was still here then) to say that they were in town and would we like to have dinner? We were just about to boil some potatoes for salmon hash, but I want to live in the kind of world where friends can just pop in on each other on short notice, so we turned off the stove and had a nice Middle Eastern dinner at Karam downtown. Too bad we didn’t remember that it was the night of the Starlight Parade. But we did find parking eventually. And we had the salmon hash the next day, and it was delish.

I was a bad bad writer in May. I wrote on only five days in the whole month. I also traveled to Palm Springs, New York, and Denver, but still. So I have made a new resolution: to write every single day in June, at least a hundred words a day (though I’m going to have to average over 200 words a day for the next 10 days to finish this chapter in time for the next crit group meeting). So far, so good. I’m also going to try to go to the gym three times a week, but frankly that’s more negotiable.

I received my author copy of Israeli magazine The Tenth Dimension, with the Hebrew translation of “Titanium Mike Saves the Day” and five cool illustrations. Looks like they got five different artists to illustrate Mike in each of the five scenes of the story — each the same pose, but they’re all different, and charmingly childlike. Very apropos.

On the downside, my first novel has now been rejected by every one of the big New York publishers that might reasonably be expected to want it. It is now in submission to one of the smaller genre presses. I do hope it finds a home soon. I’m also jealous of people who are at Rio Hondo or Blue Heaven this week and next.

Oh well. I try to distract myself by writing on the new novel. A snippet:

As near as Keelie could tell, Rachel herself spoke only one language. This baffled her. Everyone spoke at least Argot, and probably one or two other trade languages, in addition to their own language or languages.

But Rachel depended on the machine, and kept holding it in front of Keelie’s face, its surface blinking with sixtyfours of different kinds of marks. Keelie knew what writing was, but it was opaque to her — teaching a slave to read was a whipping offense.

She swore in frustration.

And the machine spoke…

Word count: 38672 | Since last entry: 35

Just back from the IAGSDC convention in Denver. Flight was delayed so I arrived home about 1am today. Guh?

Kate had to leave the convention early to be with her father, who went to the hospital (and then got transferred to another hospital in Spokane) with an aortic aneurism. He spent 5 days in the cardiac ward and then was sent home because they had to order a part. No, really. Kate should be home tomorrow, probably will go back again for the surgery some time next week.

I had a great time at the convention itself. Good dancing, good food, good friends. Denver seems a very nice city, quite similar to Portland in some ways, and the convention location on the 16th Street pedestrian mall was excellent. Had a phenomenal dinner at Tamayo, and went back for lunch the next day. Honky Tonk Queen contest was surprisingly entertaining; 3 of the 4 contestants displayed actual talent! Fun Badge Tour had us dancing on the field at Broncos Stadium (professionally-maintained real-grass football field is a very nice dance surface!) and at the fabulous Red Rocks Auditorium. It was much more fun than I’d expected, knowing nothing about Denver.

After the FBT I went to the famed Casa Bonita with some square dance friends. At first I thought it was cheap and tacky, but after I came to accept it on its own terms I was charmed. Despite its gaudy extravagance it has a certain naive humility. It’s hard to describe, but it’s kind of like a cross between Pirates of the Caribbean (the ride) and Chuck E. Cheese, except with live entertainment. I mean, cliff divers! And a haunted cavern! What’s not to like?

Word count: 38637 | Since last entry: 719 I’m pleased to announce that I sold story “Moonlight on the Carpet” to Aeon Speculative Fiction. This story was written at the Two Beers And A Story Challenge at the Worldcon in Boston. I’ve been writing about as often as I’ve been blogging, alas. I did write 500 words at the coffee shop last night, but they don’t quite fit where they are and I’m going to have to either cut them or rearrange the chapter to fit. Perhaps I’ll write a bit on the plane today. Yes, I’m traveling again — off to Denver for the annual gay square dance convention. Cab’s here!

Word count: 37918 | Since last entry: 2974

Just back from the Nebula Awards weekend in New York City. It was too brief — Kate says that next time we’re going to come back for a month.

On Thursday we saw a show (“Curtains”), a musical featuring David Hyde Pierce (“Niles” on Frasier) as a stagestruck cop investigating a series of murders backstage at a musical on its Boston tryout in the 1950s. Silly fun, and interesting in that every song and dance, with the exception of one dream sequence, is one in which the characters are actually supposed to be singing and dancing, a neat trick that most musicals don’t even attempt. But the show managed not to be very memorable, which as Kate points out just goes to show how good the really good musicals really are.

Friday we took the subway to Chinatown for dim sum with our old New York friend Lise Eisenberg. Walking from the subway stop to the restaurant we kept meeting Asian women who sidled up to us and muttered “passes, passes,” which confused us no end, until Kate realized (based on something we read in the most recent issue of True Story Swear to God) that they were offering “purses, purses” — counterfeit designer handbags. Then a black man sidled up and offered “relics, relics” — or, I realized after a moment, “Rolex, Rolex” — similarly counterfeit. But a New York street hawker offering counterfeit holy relics is perhaps a story idea…

After dim sum (marvelous, by the way, though they didn’t have spoo) we hiked down streets with names like Baxter and Hester, known to me as Jewish names but now part of Chinatown, to a place where we could get real, fresh bialys and bagels. Then we caught a bus, the scenic route around the tip of Manhattan, back to our hotel.

We woke up from our nap just in time to wander down to Borders (which has a marvelous ceiling) for the big multi-author book signing (I, having no book to sign, chose not to participate). There we ran into Tempest Bradford and her friend Carol, who introduced us to Risotteria, New York’s only gluten-free restaurant with over twenty different kinds of risotto, and Cones for exceptional artisan gelato. Yum. Back to the hotel in time for the ceremonial presentation of certificates and pins to the Nebula nominees (“Everyone to the third floor! Watch the nominees get pinned! To the third floor!”).

The next day we nearly had breakfast with Esther Friesner, but there was nothing at our chosen restaurant for her husband Walter (who is deathly allergic to eggs) so we went our separate ways. After breakfast we wandered along the Hudson River to see the delightful and somewhat disturbing Tom Otterness sculptures in Nelson A. Rockefeller Park. Kate went off from there in search of flea markets, while I returned to the hotel for the day’s programming. But on the way I found myself walking around three sides of the World Trade Center site, and encountered a small exhibition of photographs. It’s basically nothing more than a construction site now, but still freighted with meaning. Many of the people I saw there were crying. I’m glad I stopped for a bit.

I’m also glad I got to see “World Enough and Time”, a new episode of the original Star Trek. Everything except the actors in this lovingly fan-produced episode was exactly the same as before — including the slightly hokey script and acting. But it was a really good episode, starring George Takei as the 60-year-old Sulu. The effects were much better than the original.

Then Jo Walton snagged me for lunch. We went off for a nice slice of pizza with our New York friend Vicky Rosenzweig and her husband Andy, and got back just in time for the so-called “Publishers’ Summit” panel, during which I was able to reassure Jo that Farthing is romantic in the same way that the movie The Addams Family is romantic: it has a married couple who are deeply in love the whole way through, which is rare in fiction.

I managed to avoid the SFWA Business Meeting, but after it was over I found myself in the bar with Gardner Dozois, Ellen Datlow, Nancy Kress, Robin Wayne Bailey, Josepha Sherman, Tom Purdom, Richard Curtis, and probably a few others I’ve missed, talking about Deep Secrit SFWA Business. I kept my mouth shut then, and I will now too.

Back to the room for another nap, then we got all dressed up for the Nebula Awards reception and banquet. It was obvious from the very dense crowd that the majority of the people here had been seduced by the tourism side of the force during the day, because there were easily three times as many people here as I’d seen in one place at any other time. Met many friends old and new in the crowd, including Jae Brim from Writers of the Future. We had some difficulty finding a place to sit for the banquet, but wound up at the Realms of Fantasy table with Shawna McCarthy, her husband Wayne Barlow (yes, the artist Wayne D. Barlow), and Peter David. During the very long banquet and award ceremony Wayne and I geeked about great toys from the 1960s, including Major Matt Mason, Horrible Hamilton, the Colorforms Aliens, and the Zeroids.

Sunday morning we got up, packed up, checked out, and had just enough time for a visit to the Museum of Modern Art. Wow. Just wow. Dali, Picasso, Van Gogh, Magritte, and Mondrian, not to mention gallery after gallery of great industrial design, but I think our favorite piece was a dark room in which the only light came from a classic cartoon mouse-hole cut in the baseboard, while slightly disturbing cartoon sound effects played. The title: “Waiting for Jerry.”

Then home.

Not a lot of writing in the last week but I am still making progress. But now I must to bed.

Word count: 34944 | Since last entry: 1516

Woke up at 5am in Phoenix yesterday morning, thanks to USAir stranding me on the way home from Palm Springs, but made it home in one piece and got to work by noon. The rest of yesterday was a bit of a sleep-deprived blur. Rather unfocused today as well, but did go to the coffee shop and wrote over 500 words in the company of Karen, Mary R, and Kate who came along to knit while we wrote.

On the plane I was reading Carnival by Elizabeth Bear and feeling rather inadequate. My stuff is so linear and straightforward by comparison, lacking both the stylistic pyrotechnics and the drop-the-reader-in-head-first headrush of the Bear. But Kate reminds me that my first (still unpublished) novel has an insanely complicated timeline, and although my style is rather vanilla some people do seem to like it.

Tomorrow we’ll be at John Scalzi’s reading at Powell’s in Beaverton; hope to see some of you there!