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Hello Lovely Reader!
Frank, my ideal reader, has left for the Bahamas, taking a holiday after reaching the halfway point of our novel. I’ve moved well beyond 50K words and plowing toward 60. It took sixty four days to reach the halfway point, though only portions of that was spent writing. I fully expect to finish by the end of November, if not before.
So why did Frank go? Why did he give up the free coffee and head for the beach just when we’d crossed the downslope?
I found out yesterday while I prepared to write at my little corner table inside Steveston’s fabulous coffee and bookstore: Village Books.
“Stephen, my boy,” he said, offering me a bag of Kicking Horse coffee beans, the dark roasted variety called, 454.
“I’ve done all I can for you in this romance novel of ours.”
“What?” I said, mouth dropping open in shock. I took the beans, noting that a card was attached with a red, silk ribbon. If I’d know he was leaving, I’d brought a gift, too.
“What do you mean? We’re just getting to the good stuff!”
“That’s the point, kiddo,” he replied, kicking his booted feet atop my table at Village Books. Fortunately, no one noticed. “The good stuff’ll need a different ideal reader if you want it to connect.”
“Ah,” I said, nodding. I had wondered if this might be the case. Apparently, I was correct. I took a sip of my maple macchiato.
He smiled, hoisting his mug of dark roast. “I talked to a friend of mine,” he said. “And she’s willing to sit in for me, so you don’t feel so alone.”
“Willing to meet her?”
“Hell yea!” I said, leaning forward. “What’s her name?”
“Francine,” he said, sipping his coffee and smiling at me over the top of the mug. “She’ll be here in a few moments.”
“You’re going to introduce me, right?” I mean, I’m sort of shy. I don’t just walk up to random women and invite them to be my ideal reader. Surely he understood that.
He shook his head. “Nope,” he said. “I can’t be seen here, or she’ll get suspicious.”
Oooh, I thought. That sounds intriguing. What did he mean by suspicious? My mind went to thoughts of a hot, torrid affair that Frank might be a part of. That sly…
“Ah,” I said, choosing not to ask.
“She knows who you are,” he said. “She’s accepted the job and will meet you here.” He took a final sip, then placed his mug on the table.
“Well, lad,” he said, pushing his chair away from the table with a screech.
“I’m off for sunnier climates. Keep going, work with Francine, and I’ll catch up when you’re done.”
Tears formed in the corner of my eye as I watched him stand.
“You’re really going?”
He nodded, hoisting his courier bag atop his shoulder as he pushed the chair back under the square, wooden café table.
“Not for good,” he said. “Just for now.”
“Connect with Francine. She’ll give you what you need.” As he walked toward the door, he turned and tipped his hat.
“Adios, amigo!” he exclaimed. “Write on, brother! Right on!”
He vanished through the door as I stared, watching him fade into the setting sun of sugar white sands and green, rolling waves. But not alone, I noticed, smiling to myself.
Two kids, a bikini-clad woman and a fluffy, black dog joined him on the beach, gathering together to wave back at me.
“Thank you,” the voices whispered from the fading scene, and even the dog barked a farewell. For now.
“Thank you, Frank,” I whispered, daubing my eyes with a paper napkin. “Thank you for everything.”
Sighing, I flipped open my Surface and opened to the document about Simone, imagining the scene as I stepped forth into the writing. She was about to experience tragedy, and I really needed to connect with the horror in order for you, my lovely reader, to experience it.
Bells jingled from the Village Book’s door, drawing my eyes toward the sound – hearing the click of thin, spiked boot heels upon the concrete floor.
“Hello,” a raven haired woman said to me, standing by the chair that Frank had recently vacated.
“I’m Francine. Mind if I join you?”
Fair Winds and Following Seas my lovely reader, wherever your horizons beckon.
Hello Lovely Readers!
Salutations and good even-ink!
Update on the Romance novel: Today, at 3:32 PM PST, inside Village Books in Steveston, BC Canada, Frank and I surpassed the 40K word milestone on the highway to completion. in celebration, we hoisted a cup of 49th Parallel Dark Roast (go bold or go home, I always say), drank a toast, smiled out the window at a sexy, dark-haired angel walking her pug (ignored by both) and motored on toward 41.
One can’t stop and ogle the signs when on the highway to completion! If you do, you might get run down by a random ice-road trucker texting updates from the Writer’s Circle onto Facebook. Not that “I” would do that!
So, what’s up with the metaphysical title? Well. Let me tell you: it’s a warning and a clue to life.
Have you ever made friends with someone and then, for some rather odd and unknown reason, pushed them away? Have you ever been really excited about a new job, then had it crash and burn around your feet? That’s the dark side of this rule, “What we perceive, we project.”
The Light side, where the Jedi Knight live, uses it to their advantage. They PERCEIVE a state from their audience and PROJECT it back in the manner they wish it exist. They project what they want the audience to perceive, thus intensifying the wholesome goodness of it. The audience sends it back – A Fine flow of the Force, would you not say?
Here is how it works:
Let’s say you’re having a conversation with one of those sexy, shapely, blue female aliens from Star Trek and all is well, you’re really enjoying where it’s leading – hopefully to infinity and beyond. Then, all of a sudden, you PERCEIVE a disturbance in the Force. ‘She’ frowns, crosses her arms, says something that maybe hints at the Dark Side (and not the ‘good’ dark side, either).
Using your Jedi mind powers, you PROJECT them back. I mean, you don’t want to go over to the dark side. Don’t hit ME with your dark Jedi Mind tricks, you think. I’m on to you! Hand up, reflect! ::whew!::
However! She’s a master, too! And now, you PERCEIVE an even greater disturbance as she does the same thing, and in order to save yourself, you PROJECT it back! Jedi Master Ping Pong. And before you know it, the possibility of exploring her Nebulae has gone where no man will ever return from – complete isolation; Exile!
Makes sense, does it not?
I didn’t think so. It’s not like it does, really. Who truly knows the emotional mind of sexy, blue Star Trek aliens? I mean, I’m a romance writer, and even I have no clue!
So, Stephen, tell me: what the hell does this have to do with writing and your journey of a thousand pages?
It has EVERYTHING!
What you perceive you project, even onto paper (or pixel). Perceive your character as you truly want them to be, wholly and completely, and you will KNOW exactly what it is you need to write.
Perceive your scene exactly how you wish, and you will project it into the right words at the right time.
PERCEIVE your story from an empowered, emotional state, and it will appear on the pages before you – as if it were always there. The more you do this, the stronger the Force and the greater master you become; maybe even Yoda, though that ‘might’ be pushing it a bit.
See? Jedi Mind Tricks at work.
What about the Light side, you ask? Same thing, just reverse it. Perceive what it is you want, then project it to the pages. Or onto sexy, blue Star Trek aliens. In fact…. if she does the same thing back, then nebulae are only the beginning! We’re talking final frontiers here! O-O ::fans self::
Okay. enough of that for tonight. More of this, and I’ll need another bottle of red wine.
Cheers and as always…
Fair Winds and Following Seas, lovely readers, wherever your horizons beckon you!
-Stephen R. Gann