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The Case of the Disappearing Marriage License

So…over a month ago, the day after our wedding, our minister dropped all of the signed forms documenting our wedding into the mail.  They have not arrived at the Nelson Town Clerk’s office, according to said town clerk.  Now, I’m trying to give everyone the benefit of the doubt and convince myself that the mail is just slow at this time of the year.  After all, it took from November 6th to December 2nd, according to the USPS website, for my certified mail to the IRS to arrive in Kansas, or wherever they were going.  But a friend who married a gay couple in Dover last summer said the exact same thing happened to that couple — the marriage license was “somehow” lost in transit to the Dover Town Clerk, and it took weeks to straighten out. 

That it’s entirely a coincidence is pretty hard to believe.   But we’re talking two different towns.  And when I went to talk to the town clerk in person, she seemed sincerely apologetic at the distress this was causing us and was very helpful, reprinting the original marriage license and signing it along with me, back-dating it to when the first was issued, and explaining how Maureen simply needs to sign it and date it the day we got married.  Then she asked me to bring it directly to her, rather than trusting it to the mail again.

In the meantime, Maureen had to request new copies of her permission to marry NH residents in the state of New Hampshire, since she is a resident of Massachusetts.  Our friend, Claire, offered to drive to the State House and pick those up personally, but no, the State House put the damned things in the mail!  We’ll see if the Raymond town clerk says she received them next week.

Hopefully, we can get all of this resolved before the end of the year.  Maybe even before Christmas.  That would be nice.

In other news, the House just approved a repeal of DADT, and now it’s going to the Senate.  I’m still pissed at John McCain for his ridiculous refusal to accept the fact that the study he requested was done, and done properly, and the majority of people in the military (not to mention the entire country) are tired of DADT and want it repealed.  I doubt he’ll change his opinion, but it would be nice if he admitted that he just doesn’t like the idea personally.  But politicians never admit anything.

Also, a judge in India has just overturned a 148-year-old law banning homosexuals.  Gay men and women, who before today, could be imprisoned for expressing affection in public, were kissing in the streets in celebration! 

My cyberpunk story is still creeping towards an ending.  I got my characters safely to Canada, but was bothered by two things:  1) The trip took them several days.  In all of that time, did they never have a discussion about Connor’s feelings of betrayal, and what Luis is really up to?  And 2) I had an entire page that was reading like a travelogue, with brief descriptions of where they went and what they did, but no actual scenes to speak of.  It was too distancing from the characters.

So, I’ve gone back to the halfway point, where they’ve checked into a hotel so that Connor can jack in and hack their records.  This will allow me to have a scene resolving their personal conflict and possibly throw in a little sex, as well.  We’ll see how it develops.  But I’m at about 13,500 words, so I can’t drag it out much longer.  The cap is 15,000 words for a “short story” by Dreamspinner’s definition.

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Cyberpunk story nearly finished

I’ve written the big, climactic battle (which, it turns out, is more “creepy” than “epic”), and my heroes simply need to make good their escape and then….

Well, that’s the part I’m not quite sure about yet.  Somehow, they have to decide they’re in love with each other — or at least heading in that direction.  Technically, it might be good to throw in a sex scene, at this point, since there was only one in the story, at about the halfway mark, and it was pretty tame. 

A fellow erotic romance author was lamenting a couple weeks ago that the genre dictated that a sex scene should occur at a certain point in her story, but she wasn’t sure if the characters were ready for that.  At the time, I thought that was a bit bizarre, but now I can completely see her point.  I could probably toss in a brief sex scene somewhere, but I’m not yet sure if my characters are in love with each other. 

This story is nearly as long as The Meaning of Vengeance, but that story took place over several weeks.  This story takes place over, let’s see…two days.  Yep.  Two days.  Plenty of time to fall in love and build a meaningful life together.

I’ve always been amazed by this phenomenon in movies and written fiction.  Whenever a lot seems to happen, we expect the hero and heroine (or the other hero) to be in love by the end, and to run off together.  But often, the time period involved is very short.  Time frame doesn’t really matter to the viewer or reader, however, as long as they perceive that these two characters have been through a lot together. 

So, where does that leave my two heroes?  Well, the main character (Connor) has just learned that the guy he hired to be his bodyguard (Luis), and was beginning to trust, isn’t everything he appears to be.  I won’t give away more than that.  But although I don’t foresee this being an obstacle to their relationship, once they’ve worked things out, they haven’t had time to work things out.

Three months later, Connor told Luis, “All right.  I guess  I forgive you now.”

“Great,” Luis replied, pulling the rehead into an embrace, “Does this mean we can finally have sex again?”

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Cyberpunk tropes

The cyberpunk short story is coming along well.  I got about 6,000 words of it written this weekend.  I’m a little uncertain how it’s going to end, but I don’t intend for it to be more than 12,000 words or so. 

I can’t claim that it’s a brilliantly original story, but that’s intentional.  I have a tendency to get frustrated with stories I read (or movies I watch) in a particular genre, because they’re often almost what I’m looking for, but never quite right.  Often, they’ll have one fatal flaw, which mars an otherwise good story.  The film I, Robot is a good example.  Never mind the fact that it had nothing to do with Isaac Asimov’s short story collection, I, Robot (the screenplay was written first, having nothing to do with Asimov, then somebody decided it should be renamed and tweaked to become an “Asimov” story).  It was a well-done mystery concerning robots in the near future.  But it had one totally ridiculous element that ruined it:  the main character had a ridiculous hate on for robots, based upon a situation that would have made any rational adult realize that robots are coldly logical and can’t act irrationally.  Yet, somehow he learned the exact opposite from his experience, and is convinced all robots are psychopaths.  It didn’t matter that he later turned out to be (partly) right in his suspicions.  It was preposterous that he should think that way, to begin with.  And the writers should have fixed that before the film ever went into production.

End of rant. 

Anyway, a number of my stories, over the years, have been what I’ve heard described as post-modern stories.  That may not be the correct term, but what I’m talking about are stories that distill the essential elements of a genre and try to present a “typical” story, but with a slightly new, more self-aware slant.  In most cases, what I’m adding is the idea of a gay central character. 

I’m hardly the only author/filmmaker doing this.  I’m seeing it quite a lot, these days.  But I try to do it well, and hope I create stories worth reading and films worth watching.  I’ve written a gay Victorian Christmas romance, a few gay werewolf stories (which weren’t quite the cliche they are now, back when I wrote them), gay Viking stories, a gay fantasy novel (soon to be a trilogy, I hope) and gay distopian science fiction.  Often these stories make heavy use of what are unkindly called “cliches,” but might be more accurately described as “tropes” — the elements that everyone expects to see in these genres.

For a werewolf story, these tropes involve being bitten by a werewolf, the transformation into a wolf form, often phases of the moon being involved and the character attempting to come to terms with this new double life.  (Werewolf stories make perfect allegories for repressed sexual impulses — sexual, because the werewolf is generally naked — bursting through the more rational, civilized facade a character wants to present, and therefore they are perfect as an allegory for homosexuality.)  Stories which deviate from these tropes too much, in an attempt to be original, are often unsatisfying for fans of the genre.  Movies in which the “werewolf” doesn’t actually turn into a wolf are disappointing, and nobody likes it when the transformation scene takes place offscreen.

In Cyberpunk stories, we have a number of tropes, such as the hero jacking into the “matrix” or “grid” and flying around in a 3-D “cyberspace” to hack into corporate computers and steal data.  Society is generally a form of corporatism or free market economy run amok, so that corporations have become a law unto themselves and can kill whomever they like in their wars with one another, and anybody who doesn’t work for a corporation is reduced to living in squalor.  Again, the element that I’m adding to this is simply that my net-runner is gay and falling in love with the “street samurai” he hires as a bodyguard.  However, I haven’t really seen it done before.

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Cyberpunk short story

Now that NaNoWriMo is over, and I’ve conceded defeat, I’ve decided to give Murderous Requiem a bit of a rest.  I like what I’ve written and intend to return to it later, but in addition to the reworking of Eastside-84, I’ve decided to tackle a short cyberpunk story. 

It’s tentatively titled The Bodyguard, and it’s about a traditional cyberpunk “deckrunner” (someone who jacks into a virtual reality “cyberspace” using equipment often called a “deck” — a term from William Gibson, I believe) who hacks into coporations to steal data for a living.  He’s rescued one night from being mugged — by a member of the gang trying to mug him — and the now ex-gang member decides our hero needs someone to watch out for him, whether he likes it or not.

If it seems chaotic for me to be hopping back and forth from story to story like this…it is.  It always has been.  But eventually things do get finished, because I’m able to return to them over and over, until they’re done.  Admittedly, I accomplish more when my life is less chaotic.  Right now, in addition to writing, I’m also working on a soundtrack for my brother’s film The Atomic Attack of the Son of the Seaweed Creature and attempting to sort out a three-year-old film project called The Resurrection to see exactly how much has been filmed and how much is left to film.

Additionally, my short story The Meaning of Vengeance and my novella The Christmas Wager are both being released this month, so I have to do a little promotional work on them — something I’ve never been particularly great at.

Incidentally, Dreamspinner is offering a 20% discount on all eBooks purchased through them this month!  Just enter the code HolidayDreams at checkout.

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Productive week, but not so much for NaNoWriMo

Well, the past ten days have been very productive, in a lot of ways, but my NaNoWriMo novel has kind of fallen by the wayside.  It’s stalled out at just over 27,000 words.  I’ll probably try to bring that up over 30,000 words before the end of November (this Tuesday), just to even it out, but hitting 50,000 words is extremely unlikely now.

Part of it was the holidays, of course.  But another part of it was that I was suddenly struck with a wave of ideas to salvage my YA near-future dystopian novel, Eastside-84.

Yes, I know.  Our subconscious just loves to do this to us, when we’re in the middle of a project:  throw great ideas for new stories at us, hoping to distract us from completing the boring story we’re currently working on.  Unfortunately for Murderous Requiem (my NaNoWriMo  novel), I’ve been wracking my brain for a way to save Eastside-84 for months now.

Like my YA novel about teen suicide, By That Sin Fell The Angels, Eastside-84 has been a disturbing novel to write.  Once again, I’m trying to cast a spotlight on our society’s treatment of adolescent sexuality, and what I’m seeing is pretty ugly.  The novel postulates a near future in which the technology exists to repress the sexual development of teenagers, basically keeping them in a sort of stasis (called Extended Childhood, in the novel) until they reach the age of twenty-one.  The process is then “unlocked,” and they “catch up” to their actual sexual maturity level in a short period of time.

What’s made this book so difficult is that the people who have read parts of it (it’s about halfway done, theoretically) just haven’t been “getting” it.

The first question they ask is, “Given the possibility of implementing this, why would society do this to children?”  The answer to that, I think, can be found in our current obsession with keeping children innocent.  A family in the midwest, in recent years, had their two daughters taken away by the state for a year, because they took what they believed to be cute photographs of the girls — then about three and five years old — playing in the bathtub.  (My own parents had photos of my brother and I like this, at about the same ages, in our family photo album.)  The store developing the photos reported them to the police.   The anti-masturbation and anti-sex education campaigns coming out of the religious right are part of a similar desire to keep children from growing up, in my opinion.  (There’s more to it than that — a desire to regulate sexual activity, in general — but that’s a big part of it.)  And parents and our society seem geniunely frightened of teenagers these days, as if the mere fact that you’re in your teens makes you a criminal.  There are numerous examples of businesses putting up anti-teen devices to drive them away, as if they’re some kind of vermin.

The second question I get is, “How did this come about?”  It was my initial premise that, by the time the story takes place, this technology would be nearly universal in the United States.  But it’s really radical and liable to upset a lot of people.  Even extrapolating on the disturbing resurgeance of religious conservatism in the recent election, it’s hard to imagine everyone in the country going along with a radical idea like this.  And there were other events in the novel that simply seemed improbable, or if they did occur, it seemed unlikely that the national response would be quite what I’d predicted.

The third question I get is, “Why would your main character act so young?  Even if it’s possible that his sexual development has been repressed, he would have learned something about anatomy and sex from observation.”  My response to that is, clearly I haven’t written it well enough.  The entire idea is that, if we can successfully prevent children from growing up sexually, they won’t grow up mentally, either.  What’s necessary is for me to make it clearer that Paul, my main character, has no access to the information sources we take for granted these days.  Society has been successful in preventing him from learning about sexuality.

On the other hand, there is an underlying them in the novel similar to Michael Crichten’s “Nature finds a way.” in Jurassic Park.  These kids do start to experience sexual feelings, despite the best efforts of the insane adults trying to repress their natural development.  But then that leads to one of the more disturbing aspects of the novel:  how do you portray this without getting really creepy?  Remember, their bodies still look about twelve years old.  Any sexual exploration between these characters has to be extremely tame, and even then, it’s likely to be disturbing to most readers.

But Eastside-84 has continued to haunt me, even when it seemed that it just wasn’t going to work.  Not all of my writing is supposed to be “important.”  Quite a lot of it is simply supposed to entertain.  My two recently pubished works are a good example of this.  How socially relevant can a Christmas Regency be, after all?  (No offense intended to other authors of Christmas Regencies.)  But a few of my books seem to have something to say, and Eastside-84 is one of them.

The new ideas I came up with this week have gotten me past a number of the concerns voiced by my readers — concerns, I would like to point out, that I considered to be absolutely correct.  Even if they seemed to have missed the point, at times, that was not the fault of my readers, but due to the story not being coherent.  I think the new ideas will tighten up the story and make it much more understandable.

But alas for my NaNo novel.  I do intend to finish it, as I think Dreamspinner Press might go for it.  But it will have to wait.

In the meantime, I’ve also been working on a piece of music for my brother — the main theme for his 50s-style sci-fi film, The Atomic Attack of the Son of the Seaweed Creature!  I promised it to him over a year ago, but between buying a house, getting a dog, getting married and getting published for the first time, my music and film projects have fallen by the wayside.  It’s time to pick those up and get them under control.  My main issue with Atomic Attack has been the inclusion of a software theremin in the theme.  It sounds terrific, but it’s a bitch to use.  It took two days to get a decent recording of the main motif, and I’m still mixing it in.  But I hope to be finished with that later today.

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