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  • Stacking The Dex…

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    One of the questions I get asked on a regular basis is –

    Murv… Sellars… How is it… That you… Are able to keep… Things straight… When you are… Writing?

    As a rule, the odd hesitations between words and phrases sort of freaks me out, but I just figure the person asking was doing way too much Uncle Cidney in their teens while listening to Steve Martin comedy albums. All of us old farts will get that reference, trust me.

    But anyway… (No, not a Blues Traveler ref, although it could be)… I usually explain that I am what’s called a “Seat of the Pants” writer. That means I have an idea, I know how it starts and kind of know how I want it to end. I might even know a couple of things I’d like to have happen in between, but the journey to get there isn’t really plotted until I sit down and start taking dictation from my characters.

    Now, to keep things straight for them, I have books. As in binders that contain biographical data, etc. Mostly because since I write a series I have to be able to stay in touch with the arc and maintain canon (one n, not two, meaning it doesn’t go boom unless I screw up.)

    However, I have to stay on track for a given story arc within a novel as well. That’s where rectangles come in.

    “Rectangles?” you ask.

    “Yes, rectangles,” I answer.

    Behold – the incredible, versatile, and really especially cool, Index Card…

    Don't bother trying to enlarge it. I blurred all the info, mwuhahaha...

    So there’s your answer… I have a corkboard, a pencil, some pushpins, and a whole lot of index cards…

    Bet ya’ thought I was talking about dextroamphetamine when you saw that title, didn’t you? Awww, c’mon Eileen. You know better than that…

    More to come…

    Murv

     

     

  • Space, The Final Frontier…

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    On this day (February 20) in 1962,  John Glenn became the fifth human being to go into space, and the first American to orbit the earth. The journey, lasting 4 hours, 55 minutes, and 23 seconds was accomplished aboard a Mercury space capsule that had been shot upward into the heavens atop an Atlas 6 rocket. The capsule was dubbed Friendship 7.

    I have a model of it. Two, in fact.

    Why?

    Because I almost ended up being named John Glenn Sellars.

    Why?

    Because right about the time Glenn was making history, I was coming into the world.

    Yes. Today is my 49th birthday, so I am taking the day off from blogging (Unless I get a wild hair. You just never know…)

    At any rate, if you REALLY want to get me something, here’s what you can do: Call 10 of your friends and convince them to buy at least one copy each of my books. Paperback, e-book, I don’t care. And if you don’t own my books already,  shame on you. You need to go buy them for yourself as well. Tell your friends that they also need to call 10 of their friends and do the same thing – including telling them to call 10 of their friends, and so on…

    Maybe that sounds selfish and mercenary of me, but hey, it’s my birthday. Give me a break.

    More to come…

    Murv