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Awareness


Oops! Sorry! Absence not intended! If you have friends who decide to go sailing ahead of a hurricane, and then call you while they’re trying to find a sheltered place to dock, tell them to stay safe, and then later, give them a loving but scathing piece of your mind.

That’s a sundog in the photo. It was very late in the day, sunset time, and for some reason involving complicated atmospheric physics, conditions were just right for the appearance of this effect produced by the Sun.  I never miss a chance to get a weird shot like this, so I got the camera, made a bunch of shots and then pulled this one up.

It’s really nothing more than water vapor that has crystallized at a high altitude and turned to ice. The ice acts as a prism, breaking the sun’s colors into this rainbow effect. It is unusual to see one like this, with ice crystals streaming eastward off the prism, away from the setting sun, but at that elevation there was a strong air current pushing anything like this cloud of frozen vapor eastward in front of it.

There are many aspects to the sundog. In some folklore, a sundog in the morning usually means three days of bad weather. Since they usually appear in the winter, if you are lucky enough to see one at sunrise, make a note to yourself to watch the weather forecasts and try keeping track of what happens. If you live in a city, the heat created by any city may or may not prevent a snowfall, but in winter – well, Ma Nature has her own way of doing things. Ask Boston how it felt to dig out of a 9-foot snowfall.

Some time back, I had to go visit my parents in the middle of winter so I started the trip at 5AM. Cold, clear sky in the morning at sunrise does not mean it will be like that forever, and I saw a perfect circular sundog around the rising sun as I headed south. I had been warned. Sure enough, when I returned to the north end of the state, I ran into a nasty snowstorm that was so bad, I pulled off the road at a truck stop to wait it out.

What’s this all about? When you set out to create a world independent of this planet, whether it is a fantasy world, a sci-fi world or just a small, local place where everybody knows everyone else and there is a mystery underway, awareness of your character’s surroundings is very pertinent to the story. Small details, like clouds in the sky ahead of or after a storm add color and substance to the narrative.

It isn’t just a sunny day. It’s a hot, sultry summer day, or a cold, wind-blasted winter sunrise after the blizzard sweeps the fields clean of snow, deposits it in your driveway, and brings down the local cell phone tower. No cell tower, no comm link. Or it’s the early summer sunrise with a wheat field that needs to be harvested, with small birds scattered here and there, sitting on the stems of the wheat, stealing the kernels right out of the seed heads. (Wheat kernels are seeds, as are corn kernels and dried whole peas.)

Those details are meant to draw your readers into the story and make them feel that they are part of it. It isn’t necessary to load up on details constantly, but as a means of putting your readers in touch with what your characters are doing and where they are, these things matter.  Put yourself in that setting in your imagination, look around you and ask yourself if this tavern full of grumpy, large guys is one where you can seek food, warmth and refuge from the cold and will the owner let you sit by the fire overnight?

Happy Christmas, Merry New Year… and, well…


Merry Christmas from Gaia, Mother Nature, St. Nick, and the Frost Giants

Merry Christmas from Gaia, Mother Nature, St. Nick, and the Frost Giants

Ok, I’m stuck. I’m stuck in a place that requires making a short story work and another place that will finish a chapter in a novel. Is it the holiday season? Or is it something about winter? Could it be cabin fever?

Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe it’s just what happens when you focus on something so much that you realize you’ve forgotten to do simple tasks like make red beans and rice for supper, fix a pot of soup for lunch, clean the catbox and change the water in the bowl, and do laundry.

That might be it. Whatever the reason is for getting stuck, it just happens.

In one novel currently underway, I cranked out 2 full chapters in 1989 and then came to a screeching halt, because I had no idea where it was going.

In the short story where I’m stuck for words, the continuity has to work or the story does not hold up.

In the other novel, chapter 2 has two parts. One part is finished, and the other part now takes its place, just as you see a movie cut from one scene to another, and these two parts take place several thousand miles apart, with different weather systems in place.

Oh, you think you’re confused? Try this: right in the middle of a nice dinner, one of the characters gets up out of his chair and starts telling me what happened. So do I go turn on my computer and start writing down his narrative? Or do I wait until I’m done with dinner, put the dishes in the sink to wash later, and then go write up that narrative?

Well, this IS the Christmas season. It’s time to not be quite so intense. Capricorn rules the sky right now, and we just passed the Winter Solstice, the shortest day of the year, when the Earth’s axis moves to 0 degrees Capricorn, while the Frost Giants stand ready to overpower humanity with their bitter winds and freezing gales.

We hang holly on the mantelpiece (if we have one) or the door, because holly is what was used to keep the Frost Giants at bay. We burn the yule log to indicate the passing of another 12 months and wait for the sun to put in longer hours in the sky. We read old stories and legends and myths about winter following fall, and spring following winter, and wonder if winter will ever end.

And then some scientist will try to explain that it’s all due to climate change, which takes the romance out of it and destroys the imaginative stories and songs that make the season a lot more fun.

So my wish for this Christmas and for the New Year 2014 is that Imagination is allowed to rear her silly, giggly, frizzy head without being stifled or scorned or analyzed, and that she’ll have a crown of holly branches on her head, and a red robe with white trim and fluffy slippers on her feet, while she sits by my imaginary fireside reading someting I wrote and sipping hot cocoa with chocolate shavings, or hot apple cider with a slice of lemon.

Merry Christmas and a Happy and very Prosperous New Year 2014.