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David Gives Advice to Aspiring Writers
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This,
my friends, is my favorite time.
No,
not just because the weather’s warming, my sailboat rides
high and waiting, the flowers are in blossom and the patios are
open so I can smoke a cigar with a Guinness at hand.
Understand
that while these are some of my most cherished pastimes, that’s
not why I’m so pleased. Actually, the calendar has little
to do with my good mood. The clouds could sock me in, rain soak
the daylight hours, and frigid air lock me indoors.
I’m
happy because I’m approaching the halfway mark in my next
novel.
Over
the years, I’ve tried to make this Web site somewhat of
a mirror onto what has been called The Writing Life. I’ve
not shied from demarking my disappointments and my relative successes,
the challenges alongside the downhill gallops. So now, I will
describe for you the utter joy of getting All Your Characters
In Place.
You
see, this is the main task for the first portion of any good novel.
Set the time, place and characters. Depict their jeopardy, their
talents and lacks, select the teams. Who wants what, and who’s
trying to stop them? How will the environment and time of the
book inform the action, the dialogue, the mechanics of the story?
All this has to be in place in the first 100 pages of any manuscript.
Think of it as cruising altitude, escape velocity. Once you reach
it, the book can roll on ahead, with your reader fully aware of
the desires of the story. Ah, I tell you, it’s like finally
sending the kid off to kindergarten, training that puppy, learning
those first five chords on your guitar. Now, you think, we can
get down to it!
In
my new novel, Broken Jewel, set in an internment camp
in the Philippines in the dangerous waning days of WWII, I have
reached the ‘get down to it’ point. Tal, his father
Remy, and the comfort woman Carmen are each well described at
this point, their mutual goal of survival is adequately jeopardized
by the wicked Kagashi, I have portrayed the layout of the camp,
looming Mount Makiling, the humidity, starvation, bedbugs, the
Japanese guards. Action and plot can now take over, and the book
can, as I said, cruise.
Yes,
I know, I’m writing in the summer. It’s not my preferred
timing, but one takes it as it comes in this business. This was
the timing that worked out once all the business of switching
publishers was concluded. I would complain, but to whom? And,
really, why? I have a book to write. Simon & Schuster has
me scheduled for summer ’09.
That’s
right where I want to be.
Oh,
and the material? I do not lie or exaggerate when I say this may
be my best raw clay of a story I have ever dealt with. Some books
require a whip to get to the finish line, some you just hold on
and try not to screw up. Broken Jewel falls in the latter
category, in the extreme.
Just
to whet your appetite, here’s where the title of the book
comes from. These are the two epigraphs at the opening of the
novel:
gyokusai
- broken jewel
The
word comes from the sixth-century Chinese history, Chronicles
of Northern Ch’i, stating that a man of moral superiority
should die as a shattered jewel rather than live as an intact
tile. In other words, choose to die heroically in battle rather
than surrender, death over dishonor.
and:
Atrocities
follow war as the jackal follows a wounded beast.
John W. Dower, War Without Mercy
Like
I said, fabulous material. I hope to have a first draft completed
in October. I expect the book to stretch to about 135,000 words.
To
accommodate the fact that I have to go sailing once in a while,
I’ve set myself the arbitrary goal of writing 5,000 words
before I can take a day off. At the pace I work, this ends up
taking about 8 days. Then I head for the Chesapeake Bay. I wrote
10,000 in a sprint and took off Memorial Day weekend. Ho-pa!
On
other fronts, I have retired from the James River Writers. The
organization I founded is in excellent hands, and I have enough
confidence in the new board to walk away. Not too far, though,
as I’m on the executive board and a member of the strategic
planning committee. But my new non-profit passion is something
called the Podium Foundation. With the Richmond Commonwealth’s
Attorney’s Office, I’m going to start a literary magazine
for the five area high schools. These kids are creative, intelligent,
caring, and frankly, misunderstood in my city. I want to help
give them a voice, to introduce themselves as they really are,
stingingly smart and capable. The magazine will be called Podium.
The tagline is: Where Kids Take A Stand. If you live in Richmond,
Va., and want to help, please
contact me. Also, to be honest, things like this cost money
(printing, teacher stipends, computers, etc.), so if you’re
inclined to donate, also let me know.
I
keep my health up with running and resistance training. I’m
a lousy gardener, so I limit myself to geraniums and verbena.
I love the south in summer, the heat, weeds in the sidewalk cracks,
cicadas croaking in the dusk, an outing to the beach, the Bay,
a bandana for my jogs. My friends are all prospering, my brother
just bought a house, I have charitable work to do, a potentially
wonderful novel to take my best efforts. I still play classical
guitar with brio but little else.
The
photos along the margin are from my trip to the site of the Los
Baños internment camp in the Philippines. I also visited
my friend Tom Donnelly in Australia. I love Down Under. There’s
hardly anyone there, and it is stunning. I’ll go back.
Also
(I am bragging here), I’ve just concluded my one-year appointment
as writer-in-residence at William and Mary. My students signed
a petition to bring me back. I will teach again in the fall.
That’s
all for now. Thanks for checking in, and reading my work. If you’ve
enjoyed something I’ve penned, I’d appreciate a kind
word on Amazon.com.
It’s silly, but that sort of thing helps; think of it as
online word-of-mouth.
Be
well this warm season. In the run-up to this year’s pivotal
election, keep in mind that we have a rare choice this time around
between two quality candidates. I will keep my politics to myself,
but be sure to read, watch, discern, and decide. It’s your
duty as a citizen.
Take
care, and let
me hear from you.
David
R.
—Posted
6.04.08
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on image to enlarge it.

This
giant dao tree was a favorite place for internees to sit at
Los Banos internment camp.

Boot
Creek ravine; internees escaped along this path to bring back
the 11th Airborne to rescue the camp.

Filipino
bancas on Laguna de Bay, near Los Banos.

The
main building of the University of Santo Tomas, site of the
central internment camp in Manila. All of the Los Banos internees
were transferred from here.

Visiting
the magnificently well kept American military cemetery in Manila,
resting place for all the soldiers and guerillas who fought
to liberate the Philippines.

The
view from my Hotel Manila window, showing Intramuros, the old
city, where the Japanese made their last ditch defense in the
Battle of Manila.

The
pier on Corregidor where MacArthur waved goodbye, said "I
shall return," and departed for Australia. In the background,
Bataan peninsula.

The
view from Intramuros, with the famous Manila Hotel in the background.
MacArthur lived there, specifying that he have the same number
of bedrooms, seven, as Malacanang Palace, official home of Filipino
President Quezon.

Recognize
this?

Ahhh,
the view at Manly Beach, Sydney, after a looooong trip.

My
dear mate Tom, who had never worn his cap backwards until I
showed him. That, my friends, is a face.

In
the Australian rain forest. An hour later, I discovered a leech
between my toes. I bled for 12 hours.
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