The eternal circle…

December 17th, 2009

I suppose this is the way these things SHOULD work, timing-wise.

No sooner do I see that the first installment of "Just Like the Ones He Used to Know" is up and getting hits at books.torontoist.com than I receive word from my editor at RHC that a box is headed my way by courier — the first editorial pass through the forthcoming new novel.  I should have the pages sometime today…

Story published, novel in revision, new work started… the eternal cycle. This is what my life looks like, and I couldn't be happier.

(On a side note — I've started a post with notes and thoughts and ruminations and such about the Christmas serial. I'm going to hold off on posting, though, until the whole thing is out and read, but you have that to look forward to, if you're the sort that looks forward to those things…)

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An announcement…

December 16th, 2009

As promised, some news, direct from books.torontoist.com:

The editors of Books@Torontoist are proud to announce the publication of an original story by Robert J Wiersema, bestselling author of the novel Before I Wake (now published in ten countries) and the novella The World More Full of Weeping. The story, “Just Like the Ones He Used to Know,” will be serialized on the site in eight daily posts, beginning on Thursday, December 16 and ending on Christmas Eve. The story of a man who makes a mysterious journey to his home town on a stormy Christmas Eve, “Just Like the Ones He Used to Know” revives the Victorian tradition of ringing in the holiday season with a story of the ghostly and the miraculous.

The serialized story will be accompanied by photos and original illustrations provided by Torontoist’s stable of talented artists and photographers.

Rob was kind enough to provide us with an introduction to his holiday tale. Please read on and return tomorrow for the first installment of “Just Like the Ones He Used to Know.”

At first glance, there’s something a little counter-intuitive about a Christmas ghost story. After all, isn’t the season all about births and rebirths (depending on which point on the Christian/Pagan trapeze you occupy)? Well, yes.

And yet…

There’s a long history of ghosts and Christmas. One need look no further than what is perhaps the best known Christmas tale, Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol, which has not one but four ghosts (don’t forget poor Marley.) And on the other end of the spectrum one of the best known ghost stories – Henry James’ The Turn of the Screw – which is deliberately framed as “gruesome, as, on Christmas Eve in an old house, a strange tale should essentially be”.

Some of my favourite examples of the form, though, come from Robertson Davies, who collected, in High Spirits, 18 years worth of the Christmas ghost stories which he had delivered at the Christmas celebrations at Massey College. His ghost stories were a little on the lighter side (though in all fairness, compared to The Turn of the Screw, practically everything is at least a little on the lighter side).

When I was asked by Torontoist to write a Christmas ghost story to be serialized in the run-up to the festive season, I took it on as a challenge. I had a limited time to write the story, which meant an even more limited time to gestate the story. I thought, for a time, that I might write something humourous. Or something Toronto-based. Then I thought I might write something personal, a bit revealing.  But then, as these things do, the story bubbled to the surface of my mind, almost fully formed, and completely different from anything I could have consciously devised. So it goes.

Although it’s a ghost story, “Just Like the Ones I Used to Know” goes back to those things which are, to me, the fundamentals of the season: warm houses, snow-storms, travel, food, and family. It’s set in the fictional B.C. town of Henderson, and it’s about coming home, and what that means.

You should definitely click over to books.torontoist.com (right now) to see this announcement in its proper setting, with an example of the art James mentions in the release.

For the record, this is the story that I was writing in the early part of this month.  I'm actually very pleased with it — it came in on-time, at-length, and it does exactly what I want it to.  Which, really, is all a writer can ask.

Speaking of asking: when James asked me to write this story, I had mixed feelings.  Traditionally, I'm not good with deadlines (which might well be the understatement of the decade), and I was decidedly overbooked.  There was a novel to finish, and reviews to catch up on, and all the ancillary stuff of work and life to contend with.  But we spent some time talking it through when I was in Toronto last month, during a boozy late afternoon at the See Hai Lounge in lovely North York, and by the end I was committed.

Thankfully, the writing came easily, and the story came out well.

Considering, though, that last November I signed on with CZP to publish The World More Full of Weeping over drinks in a Toronto bar, and now this, I'm starting to think I need to spend more time in bars when I'm in Toronto.

So, that's the news.  I hope you read the story, and enjoy it.

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This just in!

December 14th, 2009

Oh, my.

My editor at CZP just sent me this review, from Publisher's Weekly:

The World More Full of Weeping
Robert J. Wiersema. ChiZine (www.chizine.com/chizinepub), $12.95 paper (104p) ISBN 9780980941098
Wiersema’s haunting novella–whose title aptly references a line in William Butler Yeats’ poem “The Stolen Child”—revolves around an 11-year old boy named Brian whose love of the woods behind his father’s house in rural southwestern British Columbia leads him to supernatural discoveries—namely Carly, an ethereal girl. Carly shows the boy a breathtakingly beautiful “hidden world” in the forest. When Brian disappears one day, his father is forced to revisit obscure memories from his own youth—memories that involve the mysterious forest and a girl named Carly. Powered by a sublime sense of wistfulness and a setting that is simultaneously natural and otherworldly, Wiersema’s novella seamlessly blends literary fiction with mythic fantasy to create a lyrical, surreal and deeply melancholic reading experience. The book also includes an essay entitled “Places and Names,” in which the author explores the signification of “personal geography” and explains how his fictional town of Henderson (the setting for his story) was created. (Sept.)

Do you think "Wiersema’s novella seamlessly blends literary fiction with mythic fantasy to create a lyrical, surreal and deeply melancholic reading experience." is too long for a tattoo?

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Simply…

December 11th, 2009

… the best editorial comment one can receive*:

It makes me smile every time I see it.

(*context-sensitive, naturally.)

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Insanity

December 8th, 2009

It has been noted — by folks far wiser than yours truly — that a good operating definition of "insanity" is "doing the same thing over and over, expecting different results".  By that measure, at least, one could, I suppose, question my sanity.

I certainly am.

Really, I should know better by now, shouldn't I?

Certainly after the great "type out the monster" marathon of 2008, you would think that I would have recognized that typing out the manuscript as I go is the ideal, right?  You would think that I would settle into a comfortable routine of "write in the morning, type in the evening", wouldn't you?  Especially considering this very wise passage from that monstrous manuscript:

It took me another hour, sipping at my second coffee of the day, to type in the day’s pages, making a few changes as I went.  When I printed out the pages, I wrote the date in the bottom margin and set the sheets face-down on the top of the stack on the second shelf of the bookcase.

Wise words, no?  A perfectly reasonable approach, yes?

So how is it, exactly, that I've ended up doing it again: writing a full story, and now having to input it all at once?

(sigh)

The good news, I suppose, is that the story is done, as of yesterday morning.  And it's not that long — another morning of  typing will have it done, and ready for revision.

Still, though, it's a good lesson, and a timely one: build a routine wherein I write in the morning, and type later in the day.  DO NOT let the manuscript build up.  DO NOT fall into the trap of "it's important to the flow that I not go back and type what I've already written; I'll wait and type it all at once".

If only there were somewhere that I could write that down, so I don't forget when I start on the new novel…

Meanwhile, in another part of my psyche:

Yes, the story is done.  No, I can't give you the details on where and when it will appear.  Soon, though. Soon a press release will magically appear, and it will be copied here with much rubbing together of hands.  And by "soon" I mean "within the next 24 hours or so", so not long now.

In the meantime, though, do please listen to this interview I recorded last week with Joseph Planta for thecommentary.ca.  (Yes, listen — Mom, this is a podcast.  Just click where it says to click, then sit back and wait for sound to come out of your speakers.  Everyone else, you can listen on the site, or download the piece and listen to me while you work out.  Heh.)

And for the record, I recorded this on a lunch-break last week, in the waning stages of "Omigod, I'm gonna die", which saw me feverish and a bit delusional.  I'm not actually sure of what I said*, so if there's anything bizarre (or, you know, wise), I'm blaming the fever.  Or the drugs.

(*caveat added upon reading the phrase "they also discuss growing up in Agassiz" and having NO recall of how I handled the question…)

All right, back to my typing…

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Link-apalooza

December 2nd, 2009

Good morning, y'all.

If you're joining us from the Advent Books blog, drawn, no doubt, by my sly wit, my cogent commentary and my rakish good looks, well… sorry.  That was a bit of false advertising — there'll be none of that here.  This is a place for obsessive minutaie-gazing, occasional personal commentary, and a fair bit about music.  Nevertheless – welcome!  There's coffee on (because, as my agent says, "Rob, it's always the damn coffee with you!"), and a lot to explore…

And for my regular readers, all both of you: hey.  How are ya?

Had a bit of a rough morning, writing-wise.  I got the words down, but it was a bit like pulling teeth.  The nice thing I've found, though, is that when I re-read a full draft of a story or book, I can't discern between the rough writing days and the "so in the groove I don't want to stop" writing days.

I've got to get ready for work, but my computer has been running slow so I figure I should start closing some tabs.

First up, my piece at the previously mentioned Advent Books blog — a recommendation of The Absolute V for Vendetta.  And if you aren't already watching that blog, you should be — Sean and Julie are putting together a month's worth of book recommendations from folks across the spectrum of the book trade in Canada.  Bookmark it!

And secondly — much to my surprise, it was a hat-trick weekend last weekend, review-wise.  New pieces in three different papers:

My review of Amy Foster's When Autumn Leaves at the Vancouver Sun.

My review of a couple of Fables titles at the Edmonton Journal.

And my graphic novel omnibus piece at the National Post, featuring Neil Gaiman's Absolute Death, Jeff Lemire's Complete Essex County, and The Book of Genesis, Illustrated by R. Crumb.

Hmm… you know, it I didn't know better, it might look like I do nothing but read comic books all day.  I wish…

Okay, off to work.

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Minutiae

December 1st, 2009

I've been giving fairly regular updates on this — word counts and the like — on Facebook and Twitter, but I thought I should weigh in here in a bit more detail.  Well, sort of.  The details are a bit limited at this point, for a couple of reasons.

The big news is that I'm writing again — actively writing.  First draft, four a.m. writing.  It's been a while since I've done that, and I have to say, it feels good.  The muscles are loosening up, the routines are re-establishing themselves, and I'm reminded (though how could I have forgotten) just how good it feels to do this.

The occasion?  I've been commissioned to write a short story.  To write it NOW.  It will see "print" in less than two weeks, so there's not a whole lot of room for fucking around.

As for the details, and why I can't provide you with too many?

Well, the nature of the publication and the venue needs to remain vague for just a shade longer.  It's not a huge secret or anything, it's just a matter of getting the words on the page before saying too much.

Which, now that I think about it, is actually why I'm not going to be forthcoming on details about the story itself. I've mentioned my muse here before, right?  And how… possessive… she is about what she gives me?  In case I haven't, the short version is this: I get one chance to tell a story, which leaves me with a choice.  I can spend that story in passing – recounting it in a bar, or describing it, hell, even outlining it can use up the opportunity – or I can write it down.  Writing it down seems to be the better option, really.

What I CAN say is this: it's a Christmas story.  It's a Christmas ghost story, actually.  It's set in Henderson.  And it's going to be sad.  (That last one probably shouldn't come as any surprise by now, but it's tricky — to my mind, it's not sad-sad, it's bittersweet, and ultimately a happy ending.  Sort of.  But then, I feel that way about Before I Wake and The World More Full of Weeping, too, so take that with however much salt you require.)

I know – sorry about the scantness of information, but take comfort in the fact that you'll be reading the story in less than two weeks.  That's not TOO much suspense, I don't think.

In the meantime, though, the minutiae I promised.

I'm a big fan of author's notes and afterwords and things like that, bits of ephemera that give a glimpse into the writing process.  I assume I'm not the only one, so:

I'm getting up at 4 am these days.  Well, the first alarm rings at 4 — I'm generally out of bed before the third alarm at 4:25.

The story is being written in a Moleskine notebook, with a Pelikan M215 demonstrator fountain pen, tweaked with a Binder .7 italic nib, using Noodler's Black ink.

The music: so far, it seems to be a combination of Bach's Cello Suites, as performed by Yo Yo Ma, and various pieces by Estonian composer Arvo Part (including Fratres and Te Deum).  The Part seems to be working quite well — it has the perfect wintery, sad, holy tone that I'm looking for.

Okay.  Time to get ready for work.

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Photographs and memories

November 25th, 2009

I've mentioned the universe here before, right?  And how sometimes it steps in?

Picture the scene: Saturday night, after midnight, Galiano Island.  A cozy cottage, the sound of the ocean and of a nearby creek barely noticeable over the rain. Fresh from a long bath, Cori starts getting her camera ready for the next day, which includes futzing around with a recalcitrant memory card.  When it was in the camera it was reading as full, in the computer it was reading as empty, that sort of thing.

And then something happened and there they were: some 300 photos from last fall and winter.

I think we both gasped.

These were the photos that we thought had been lost through a technological failure.  Photos from last fall, from camping in the summer of 2008 (well, not me…), from the snowfall of last December.  Xander's birthday.  My birthday.  Christmas morning.  The baby beluga.  We had discovered them missing (there's an odd sentence) on Christmas day last year — we were both crushed, but… we moved on.  We thought there might be a way to get them back, but we never really pursued it, as if we were both concerned that, so long as we didn't try and fail, then there was still a possibility that they might be recovered.  So long as we didn't fuck it up, there was still a potential for those photographs, those memories, to come back.

And in that cottage on Galiano, a short walk over rocks to the shore, there they were.  As if by magic.  Photographs.  Memories.  What had been lost was found.

And as 38 slips behind me, I can't get that thought out of my mind.

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While you wait

November 24th, 2009

I'm generating a longish post about this past weekend, about the wonders of Galiano Island and a once-in-a-lifetime reading which, sadly, most of you missed.  I'm also,  however, working on a review.  So while you wait, why don't you turn to this Round-Table about ChiZine Press on The Afterword, with Brett, Sandra, David Nickle and myself.

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Sometimes…

November 21st, 2009

… the universe — and good people — provide.

It turns out that, through the intercession of the universe (in the form of Lindsay and Peter) we'll be celebrating yesterday's novel delivery on Galiano Island in a lovely cliff-side cottage.

This has all come together in the last twelve hours, so there's a fair bit of rushing around to be done, but I'm soooooo looking forward to it.

And to my reading, tomorrow afternoon at Galiano Island Books, 3 pm. If I look peculiar, it'll be because I'm relaxed. I hope you're able to recognize me…

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