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Pushing The B12 Envelope

I love Baker’s 12. I really, really do.

Case in point:

meanwhile…
“I told you so.”
“Shut up.”

meanwhile…

It takes a talented and gutsy author to attempt a section of narrative like that. It takes an even rarer author to make it work. (Did I say gutsy? Maybe I mean arrogant. Gutsy just doesn’t describe t! very well. Neither does daring. If I use the word arrogant, I mean it with all respect, of course. And he has every right to be arrogant. He’s good.)

t! is one of those authors who pushes boundaries, limits, and envelopes. I’m using this particular example of his work because Ceri and I were in the room when he created it, and I loved it. (I’d link him here, but I know his site address is about to change, so why increase my update work? Look for the Teddybear Sawdust Show in the links bar to the right.)

How to describe Baker’s 12?

Well, the first thing I’d tell a potential reader is that it’s an exciting, challenging, experimental narrative. It involves the concepts of time travel, and situational ethics, two of my favourites. It’s character-driven as well as plot-driven, and it assumes that you have intelligence. That means it doesn’t cater to the lowest common denominator; I used the word challenging on purpose. It employs elements such as humour, gritty action, historical settings, assumptions, group politics, and red herrings, handling them all with aplomb.

What keeps me reading it? The fact that I can see a pattern emerging. Why did I keep plugging away at it, even though it wasn’t a linear story? The storytelling style, and the characters. I love that I can tell what character is in a particular situation just by the style of dialogue. The older I get, the more impatient I become with description-laden narrative. B12 takes the opposite tack, allowing you, the reader, to co-create the world with the author.

As I hate reading large amounts of text on-line, I recently printed all of B12 out and put it in a binder. I sat up until two in the morning in bed reading by candlelight while my husband slept, because I couldn’t put the damned thing down. What I discovered is that as much fun as reading the weekly installment is, the true patterns don’t emerge until you can read the whole thing in one shot. That’s another part of the author’s genius: accomplishing small entertaining bite-size bits, while simultaneously creating something larger.

So yes. Baker’s 12. Read it. Challenge your preconceived expectations of linear narrative, and discover that you’re actually smarter than you thought you were. And enjoy some darned fine fiction while you’re at it.

Update January 27 2004: t! has now officially moved his site. Click through to read the Teddybear Sawdust Show! and Baker’s 12. What are you waiting for?

Plans Foiled

Argh. I’m just pulling my hair out today. What was supposed to be a nice quiet day reading through a new 500 page spa book for fun turned into a surprise rush editing job from my publisher that’s just hit seven hours and still no end in sight.

I’ve resorted to taking Vivaldi out of my CD player and inserting Evanescence, turning up the volume, and pouring a large glass of wine to keep me going. My next break will involve creating a business card that says something along the lines of:

Autumn’s Editing Services:
Making People Sound Better Than They Are

Seriously. My confidence in my own writing abilities is skyrocketing. Copy- and content-editors everywhere will weep with joy when presented with my work, because not only do I know what I’m talking about, I know how to say it.

Back to the drawing board.

On The Twelfth Day Post-NaNo

Twelve days after The End of November, I awoke with a strange desire to read Balsamic Moon. So I’m about to do a quick spell-check, go out to pick up a new ink cartridge, then print out a draft.

Before I do, however, I must put a CD on. CBC Radio Two was originally playing some kick-ass Mozart. Now they’re playing sappy choir carols. I’m so not in the mood for this today.

NaNo 2003, Day 30

Final word count of Balsamic Moon: 50,215

I thank the Goddess that tomorrow is December.

Freaky Coincidence Number One: I typed the final three words of my novel to the loud, triumphant, sweeping final bar of Howard Shore’s Fellowship of the Ring score. There’s nothing like the soundtrack to your life displaying excellent timing.

Freaky Coincidence Number Two: November 30th just so happens to be the ancient Roman festival of Hecate of the Crossroads. Synchronicity, nothing.

This novel will just have to be dedicated to Hecate, something along the lines of:

To Hecate
Without whom none of this would have happened.
Literally.

Fleeting

Not dead. Busy.

Honest. Majorly successful concert on Saturday night, teaching, writing reviews for a deadline, working with authors for another deadline, writing a novel for a deadline, descending to the Underworld with some good friends for a very special occasion; my agenda is just chock-full.

You all might get a detailed update, but maybe not.

Bye!

Nano 2003, Day 11

Ha-ha!

Another chapter done, and I’ve put down a total of 4,701 words today. If I had the energy, I’d write for another couple of hours, and pass Ceri’s nemesis Tal. As Mondays and Tuesdays are my weekend, I’m about to begin another week of work, and my productivity will no doubt drag once again, darn it all.

After a bit of a break, though, I’m completely wiped. That damned cold has crept up and grabbed my ankles and is slithering back into a dark hole with me. Besides, I have no idea how I’d start the next chapter; I just had my protagonist take a tour of the Underworld. After the black gate (no, not that black gate, the other black gate), judgement, the Fields of Mourning and the Elysian Fields, I just don’t know where to go. I’ve been listening to Frankenstein by Patrick Doyle. Nice and over the top for Underworld encounters, but it leaves me in severe need to get myself back into a different headspace.

My excerpt from the end of Chapter One is finally up here. Keep in mind that in Chapter One my protagonist is supposed to be not overly likeable or bright; in fact, she’s remarkably saccharine. The excerpt details the life-changing mistake that she makes which I mentioned a few posts ago, rendering her much more interesting, not to mention creating infinite potential for comedy.

Current word count of Balsamic Moon: 19,147