Same ol’ Same ol’

I really don't like to be seen as derivative, but I also realise that there is little likelihood someone could write something in the same manner or style as I do or I, they unless I really cheat.

My problem is that my dislike of derivation, commonality, normalcy, repetition etc has led me into a quandry. I am in the middle of the last book of a loosely connected series and find that I am beating myself up trying not to sound derivative of my own previous works. The other three books had surprises and events that made people keep turning the page (actually they've only been released in podcast audio, so they just kept listening as I turned the page). In this one the characters feel too familiar, too transparent.

Maybe it is just me. Maybe I have grown too close to these characters and like a bad case of visiting relatives too long have tired of hanging out with them.

Or maybe it is the fact that I have only seen ten hours of sunlight in two weeks and it is flippin' cold and I am wishing I had the cash to take a vacation but my agent still hasn't sold the previous three books I wrote so I am feeling like I am spinning my wheels late on a Sunday night and just plain feeling whiny at a time when no one wants to hear me whine even though just yesterday I had a few hundred people laughing when I did my talk show but now can't even get a simple plot in a simple thriller novel seem to make sense or even keep the tempo and now I just feel like crawling under my chair and eating those little cheesecake niblet thingies my son brought home yesterday from his job at the fancy Italian restaurant that I can't afford to eat at but don't want to eat right now anyway because I have a serious issue with run-on sentences and can't even figure out where to put the punctuation in this one.

Sigh...I'm going outside to make snow angles.

yeah...angles...they're easier just lay there in a half fetal position in the snow.

New Years Resolutions: Change for the best! ...'er sumpin lyke dat

I am all for change, especially when you have the exact amount. But what if the exact amount doesn't add up to what your thought. For example, at the present there is 83 cents in change in my left pants pocket. 25 cents of which is Canadian, therefore I'm not sure how accurate the original 83 number stands.

As for future change, in the tradition of New Years Resolutions:
1. This year I will take off the 25% extra me I put on after shoulder surgery last year.
2. I will sell at least one of the four novels I have written.
2b. I will sell at least one of the four movie scripts I have written.
3. I will learn how to make Kung Pao Chicken as good as Pagoda Restaurant in North Pole (best Chinese food in interior Alaska, was even on the Food Network.)
4. I will not say stupid things that make my wife not talk to me.
6. Get my web radio talk show syndicated for actual pay.
5. I will never wear speedos to the pool unless I take off that 25% weight plus another 10%, and get a ripped six pack abs and no double chin, because a double chin with a six pack just ruins the whole effect of speedos. Not that I have ever worn speedos, or even that my wife or anyone else has ever imagined me in speedos, although if they have that would explain some of the rude looks I get for no apparent reason at all by women who suddenly gasp in shock and cover their children's eyes. At any rate, I will not wear a speedo, ever in 2010.

At least that last one, I kind of have control over.

Hope your year is starting off with a bang!

Cover art done by Jerry Scullion of