Monthly Archives: June 2013

Raging Revision

photo(14)So, today I’m substitute teaching for a health teacher at Canby High. We’re watching a video entitled “Teen Dreams,” which tells the story of Natalie and Darren as they make their anguished ways through puberty, all those hormones raging. Remember? During the viewing, I’m sitting at the back of the classroom revising my second novel, Trout Run; it’s this tricky scene involving Eddy’s cover-up of a murder [tentative!]. I’m tuning out the video, focused on the scene. Then narrator of the video says, “Darren’s penis has swollen to five times its normal size” and the whole class titters with nervous laughter. Then: “In the past weeks, Natalie’s body has grown sixty feet of arm and pubic hair.” The class groans. It’s hopeless. I’ll save my revisions for later, when fewer hormones rage.

“Fur” What It’s Worth

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My wife and I plucked this handful of hair in about 15 seconds from Tucker’s left rear leg: A “Tuck pluck.” Don’t let his laid-back demeanor or handsome mug fool you: He’s a shedding maniac, a four-legged furball. He scoffs at combs, brushes and Furminators. He weighs in at about fifty pounds and masquerades as mostly a Norwegian elk-hound mix, but sometimes I wonder if a tiny Chihuahua lurks underneath all his soon-to-be-shed-on-our-carpet coat. Of course, he grows new hair as fast as he sheds the old. Tucker’s like my second novel, Trout Run. He’s in the middle of shedding season, and TR is in the middle of “shedding” words; he’s growing new hair, and TR is growing new images, characters and such. After all is said and done, will TR turn out to be an elk-hound or a Chihuahua?

Update: Tucker has ascended to doggie heaven after spending nearly 14 damned-good years here on Mother Earth. Someday, I’ll spread his ashes in the McKenzie River, where he used to love fetching sticks. I miss him still.

Book Groups

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Jen Gibson has notified me that her book group will be discussing Trout Kill in July, and they’ve invited me to join them. I’m eagerly anticipating the fun! Thanks, Jen, for helping to make this happen. Your group is the very first to invite me, and if any other groups would like me to join them, just let me know!

I’ve recently revised my website’s Book Group Page as follows:

Hey, fellow bibliophiles, if your book group is looking for an interesting read, check out Trout Kill. For those who may prefer a bit of structure to help guide discussions, the questions below may be helpful. And I’d love to join your discussion! As many of you know, I’m a high school English teacher (mostly retired), but if you invite me to join your group’s discussion I promise I won’t make you take notes … and there will be no test afterwards. I’ll bring along a bottle of cheap wine, of course. Simply contact me to arrange a mutually convenient time.

Eddy’s Psychic Mirror

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Funny how the deeper I dive into a fictional character, the more humanity he or she reveals. Take Marge Gooding, for example, the owner of a second-hand store in Eddy’s home town of Oak Creek. In my first draft of Trout Run, as perceived through the prejudices of Eddy’s personal history, Marge was considered and treated as an old, morally bankrupt crone. Eddy saw her as a link to the abuses he suffered as a child at the hands of his Uncle Silas. But at some point during subsequent drafts, Marge grew out of that role and into a quite different one: Eddy’s psychic mirror. Through the interplay with her as a character, he comes to more clearly accept her as an empathetic and caring woman, and thus begins to see himself in a similar light. On second thought, I guess this phenomena isn’t “funny” at all. It’s just human nature.