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11
Winter’s here, and this season more is changing for me than
the leaves.
The
past few months have landed me some awards; this is special because
I’m not a guy who’s won many honors in his life. Always
been a quiet toiler, if not a quiet man. But the late summer brought
me a 1st place Essay/Commentary award from the Virginia Press
Institute for my regular column in Boomer Magazine here in Richmond,
VA. You can check them out here.
Writing
for Boomer’s been great, they let me vent on any topic I
want. The column is called Native Son, and I’ve discussed
a range of topics sad to funny. It’s my little platform,
you might find it engaging. Also, the magazine itself is really
readable. I’ve never done essay writing, and my first foray
out of the gate got me a VPA award. Tickled, proud, and surprised,
that’s me.
Next
up on my year of writing changes is an adaptation of my novel
Scorched Earth. I wrote the script last Christmas, gave
it to some folks in the theater world here in Richmond, and danged
if the play isn’t world-debuting at Barksdale Theater, a
200 seat venue here in town, next April. (Click
here for the schedule.)
This may wind up being one of my life’s greatest thrills,
watching my words and ideas on stage for the first time. With
luck, the play will get some bookings elsewhere in the country
after Richmond. I know the production Theatre IV will put on is
going to be first class. Stay tuned for more on this one. I am.
Lastly,
in my recent run of awards and honors, all of which are firsts
for me, a movie script I wrote called The Rock In The Sun
won the 2011 Virginia Film Office screenwriting award. The movie
is set just after the Haitian earthquake, involving two American
men who go to Haiti to rescue the woman who raised them. The two
have not spoken in 15 years after an act of betrayal when they
were kids got her deported to her home country Haiti. It’s
a road/rescue/disaster/redemption/action flick. Something for
everyone. So far, a few stars have shown interest in being in
the film, and the talent agency ICM is considering stepping in
to help bring the screenplay to life, with local film production
house The Branching, director Lucas Krost, and producer Bennett
Fidlow. This would be an even bigger thrill than the play and
the essay award. And it leads me to my next bit of news.
I’m
considering taking a break from writing novels for a while. The
book industry, in the words of my agent, is being strip mined
by the combination of the economy and e-books. They’re still
looking for ways to make their money; advances are down for writers,
they seem to be pursuing blockbusters to the derogation of simply
good stories, they don’t really seem to have a handle in
this emerging e-world how to market a writer or a book –
asking writers to come with a ready-made “platform”
like pre-existing fame or a massive social network/blog presence.
I am not famous, and I loathe the whole transparency performance
nature of the blogosphere and Facebook, sorry. So, my novels about
WWII and social issues aren’t getting the play they once
were. Plus, since I chose to be a professional writer and nothing
else, I feel the pinch badly of reduced advances since it’s
calculated to be my entire income. Too bad, because the WWII idea
I have for a trilogy is the book idea I’ve ever had. If
you’re a reader of my work, I feel badly considering abandoning
you for a while. I may not, but it’s up in the air. If the
screenplay becomes a movie, and I have to opportunity to pursue
scripts for a while, I may have to take it until the book industry
levels out.
The
Devil’s Waters, my Somali pirate book, has had the
devil’s own time finding a publisher. It has been met with
surprising and worrying disdain, despite my agent’s heroic
efforts. There is no ready explanation – the book is fine,
I know a good book when I write one. I’ve been waiting and
hoping a long time, and it doesn’t seem to be headed for
a positive ending. So, after the new year, I may put the book
online for my readers, see what you folks think. If it garners
some numbers, then that will help a publisher decide. In the meantime,
I’m going to pursue some other angles, and not start on
my WWII trilogy until I get a clearer signal from the publishing
world that it still wants my efforts.
I’m
still teaching at VCU in advanced creative writing, admiring all
my students. I work hard everyday to maintain and grow my non-profit
The
Podium Foundation. I’ll hope to see you at Barksdale
Theatre beginning April 14th for Scorched Earth. Let
me know what you think of the Boomer essays. And let me know you’d
if like to read The Devil’s Waters and I’ll
send out an announcement if/when I put it online myself in the
new year.
Until
then, be well. Writers out there, keep the faith. The rest of
you, keep the less fortunate in mind always. Folks are struggling,
and this is the time to do something, give something.
All
best wishes, with warmest regards,
David
—Posted
11.7.11
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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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