The
Writerly Life
Episode
10
Man,
I’ve been away for awhile. Sorry about that.
I
haven’t updated this website since early summer. In ten
years, I’ve never been so preoccupied. How did this happen?
I
believe I have the answer, if you’re patient enough to read
it.
It’s
this new novel, The Devil’s Waters. The last time
I updated this site, I was a third of the way through. Now, I’m
almost finished. I have never, in ten novels, been this focused.
I’ve burrowed into this story to an unaccustomed depth,
primarily because this is the largest book I’ve written
that is not historical.
In
short, I’ve had to make this sucker up, entirely.
As
you might know, it’s the story of an elite Air Force unit,
the Guardian Angels, stationed in Djibouti, who are given the
assignment to take down a hijacked freighter off their coast in
the Gulf of Aden on the Horn of Africa (for research, I rode a
freighter for two weeks through these waters, and spent another
week in Djibouti with the Air Force). Onboard the ship is the
pirate chieftain Yusuf Raage and his cadre of twenty-three pirates,
plus twenty-six sailor hostages, three disarmed Serbian guards,
one female scientist from Kenya, and one very big surprise. The
Air Force unit, known as PJs (pararescue jumpers) have just four
hours to recapture the ship; the cargo is so sensitive that the
US government will sink the ship rather than let Somali pirates
take it to their coast and hold it for ransom. Yusuf Raage has
his hands full; the PJs have theirs full, and away we go on The
Devil’s Waters.
Folks,
I’ve written about D-Day, Stalingrad, assassins, the gigantic
battle of Kursk, a church burning, the fall of Berlin, the rescue
of an internment camp, and never have I written (or possibly even
read) a book that absolutely fails to catch its breath from start
to finish like this one. I sit to write every day and I actually
get the sense of running before I start adding to the manuscript,
like a hobo in the train yard jumping a boxcar. Practically every
scene ends with a cliffhanger. I play with time in this book,
as I have in others, so we see several bits of action from multiple
POVs. It’s a fun device, adds to the tension because the
reader already knows some of what's gong to happen whereas the
characters don’t.
So,
after I get finished with the first draft, I’ll do my traditional
edit before sending it in to my new agent, Luke Janklow of Janklow
and Nesbit. I’ll read it once on the laptop, mostly sitting
outdoors, checking for typos and content errors. I’ll make
changes, pull out a few thousand words, and I’ll dislike
it very much. This always happens; it’s a phenomenon I can’t
alter; other author friends have noted a similar experience with
their own manuscripts. The initial read-through is often jarring
and disappointing, for all that was left unsaid and undone.
Experience
has taught me to have patience and faith. I’ll print the
pages out next, bind them, and sit to read as if it were a real
book. Here, I won’t make line changes but will watch for
larger issues like character development, consistency in the plot,
and let the excitement I hope that I have built finally flow for
me. Here, as if alchemy, I will – if I’m ever going
to – fall in love with it. Out of the blue. Something about
reading the pages without an ink pen in my hand, typos or goofy
mistakes lets the story gallop, congeal like day-old brownies
(and you know how good they are).
The
Devil’s Waters is several things I have never done
before. It is my bloodiest book. There is lots of up-close violence,
all unavoidable because it is, after all, the story of a squad
of highly trained military men against a bunch of well-armed and
desperate Somali pirates on a claustrophobic setting, a freighter
at sea, at night. The book is also the only one I’ve written
to date that is overtly calculated to be commercial. I admit this
openly; the publishing industry is going through the same spasms
as the rest of the economy, and Luke was very clear in his message:
write something that can break through the clutter, because the
day of a publishing house pushing a book for you is gone. So,
TDW is my shot at high-concept, contemporary, topical
and a touch of the fantastic. There’s a ticking clock, good
and bad guys, even a girl. A clear conflict, 360 degrees of danger.
All the ingredients are in place. But don’t worry, I still
spend a lot of time delving into the characters’ hearts
and lives, I remain fascinated by the commonplace made uncommon.
If you like my previous works, you won’t scratch your head.
You might lose sleep – at least, that’s what I’m
counting on.
After
I hand it in to Luke soon, I’ll rest and wait for him to
put it in publishers’ hands. When there’s news, I’ll
announce it here and on my Facebook page.
On
other fronts, and this is an excellent development, my 2001 novel
Scorched Earth will be a full blown stage play in 2011.
Here in Richmond, the biggest theater, Theatre IV, has announced
they will produce my script on their main stage. We already have
some of the city’s best actors signed up, and one of its
best directors, Bruce Miller, a founder of Theatre IV. Excited
doesn’t describe how I feel about this. Stay tuned.
The
Podium Foundation is going great guns, as well. We’re in
our 3rd year, with a new logo, new programs, successes under our
belt, and more kids and teachers looking to us for our literary
journal, mentors, volunteers, and support. Take a look at ThePodiumFoundation.org.
If you like what you see, please consider making a donation. We
do a lot of vital work for our city's high school kids and educators,
and we do it without charging a dime. Podium exists on donations,
and there is no amount too small. You can donate online; we are
a 501(c)3, and your gift is deductible.
I’m
teaching at William and Mary another group of kids way too smart.
It’s tough to convince them I know something they don’t,
because there’s not much they miss. But I love the work
of getting through to them, making them focus on craft in their
writing, then watching their eyes get saucer big when they pen
ever better and better work. I truly dig teaching, and hope to
always have a hand in it.
Lastly,
and as always, if you’ve liked one of my books, please consider
placing a review on Amazon.com or BN.com. These do help; publishers,
booksellers, and readers notice. Thanks for the extra effort.
I
hope this finds you all well, warm, and healthy. Remember your
neighbors in the chilling weather, keep your own hearts warm and
your minds open. Be thankful in this coming season. And everyone
knows a vet or someone who does. Honor them as best you can.
I’ll
try to be a better correspondent. For now, wish me luck finishing
the book and finding a home for it. I’d cross my fingers,
but I still have typing to do.
Let
me hear from you. I answer all my emails.
Take
care,
David
—Posted
11.18.10
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Click on image to enlarge it.

On
the bow of CMA-CGM Hydra, in the Suez Canal.

Captain
Milocic ('Dado') and his lovely wife Valnea, who has lent her
name to the ship in The Devil's Waters.

Chief
Engineer Razvan Utva, a Romanian who grew up 30 kilometers from
Dracula's castle (he claims).

Razvan's
domain, the magnificent engine.

Trying
on a military RAM parachute container.

PJs on the runway, waiting for a night training drop in Djibouti.

Maj. John McElroy, combat rescue officer, Guardian Angels, mentor,
expert, warrior, and friend.

Maj. Scott Williams, the mastermind behind The Devil's Waters,
and the original LB (Little Bastard).

The view from Hydra's bridge, a long way; she's 390 meters stern
to bow.

Dado challenged me to drive his leviathan ship straight. It
didn't seem so tough, until...

...we looked out the rear window to see how hard it really is.
Note the serpentine wake. Oops.

Some of the Podium kids, clever and confident.

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