Myxolemia Listened Politely

  • by jengrammar is for old people
  • between Singapore and various jungle ports in Borneo
  • the denim around his crotch was soaked
  • bending out into the hallway
  • bred to fight and endure

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Myxolemia listened politely through her song and then said, “Your mother always says that you and Jason are hard to tell apart, but I don’t agree. Jason has flow. The flow of angels. You… do not.”

I affected wounded pride, but in reality I cared not at all what anyone thought of my musical skills, or lack thereof. Perhaps Jason was created to rap while I was bred to fight and endure and make a difference in the world.

Myxolemia patted me consolingly on the shoulder and then made her exit. I was alone in the hospital corridor. Alone for the first time since coming to Contraria months ago. Perhaps I could seize this moment and make my escape. Fleur wouldn’t miss me, and I urgently needed to find Tessa and the treasure.

Just then I noticed something bending out into the hallway from a nearby intersection. Someone was lurking just around the corner, eavesdropping, but he wasn’t as inconspicuous as he imagined. His pelvis jutted and protruded out of his hiding place, and the denim around his crotch was soaked, with what I could only imagine.

Wanting to avoid a confrontation with such an inept and soggy assassin or spy, I crept backwards, remembering my time as a stowaway on a tramp steamer that made its rounds between Singapore and various jungle ports in Borneo. That stint taught me everything I know about stealth. If I’d been caught, they would have tossed me overboard into the shark-infested waters. Or worse.

As I backed past the ultrasound room, the door crashed open and Fleur and Isolde tumbled out in a cloud of pungent smoke. Her bodyguards followed, wearing gas masks. My escape was foiled.

Fleur looked me straight in the eye, giggled, and proclaimed, “Proper grammar is for old people only!”

I knew that her father had promised to allow her to pass a new law, and hoped that this wasn’t it.

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We’re Covered!

r-avatarLast night, Kent completed the cover designs for all three volumes of the trilogy. We’re very proud of them (they’re gorgeous, in our unimpeachably unbiased opinion) and they bring us one very important step nearer to publishing the books.

We can’t wait to unveil these to the world. Stay tuned for the releases very soon!

The cover design project required about 60 hours, and produced a set of three coordinated designs. But it wasn’t anywhere close to an equal distribution of 20 hours per cover. The early stages of the process took up a disproportionate amount, and most of that went into searching stock photo libraries for the right base images to work from. Sites like Shutterstock have a seemingly infinite inventory, but we found it difficult to narrow things down to the right images. Eventually we decided to stop burning time on image searches and instead burn it on photo manipulation. Kent’s Photoshop kung-fu, accumulated over years of professional design experience, was up to the challenge.

Most authors don’t design their own covers. The publisher typically handles that, but if you’re self publishing then that puts it right back on your plate and you need to budget for art and graphic design services.  A strong cover is essential, so this is not a place to wing it. In our case, design skills came along as part of the partnership package so it made sense to capitalize on them and get the covers we really wanted.

Every partnership is unique, and the background of each partner confers knowledge that can be leveraged — whether that’s in the form of subject matter, story structure, process, mechanics, or production.

Although the First Line

  • by Kentleft to sink or swim
  • I abhor the dull routine of existence
  • and other oligarchs
  • prying and adjusting and arranging
  • But my best friend tried to kill me

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Although the first line sounded a little tentative, and my voice wasn’t properly warmed up, I felt proud of the song I improvised for Myxolemia.

“Seems I’m always left to sink or swim,
by some despotic ruler’s whim.
If sometimes I put up too much resistance,
it’s just because I abhor the dull routine of existence.
My marriage is like swimming with sharks,
making me related to a lunatic and other oligarchs.
The traditional underwear of this place is deranging,
requires too much prying and adjusting and arranging.
I try to be optimistic about what my fate will be.
But my best friend tried to kill me.”

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I Threw a Glance at the Closed Door

  • by jengood-natured patience and gentle eye-rolling
  • embedded into the skin
  • it sounds insane
  • he never intended to record it himself
  • so predictably ritualistic

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I threw a glance at the closed door to the ultrasound room where my wife and her sister presumably still were, getting high as fuck on those funky smoked mushrooms. That couldn’t be good for the babies, could it?

I kept my hand over my mouth to make sure I didn’t ask that question out loud.

When I looked back at my one-time prom date I found her full of good-natured patience and gentle eye-rolling, which was disconcerting since she had metal spikes embedded into the skin of her eyelids that stuck out like armored eyelashes. I know it sounds insane, but Myxolemia always had a flair for the dramatic.

“The president sent me,” Myxolemia said in response to my questioning look. “I’m the ambassador to Contraria these days. Thor wanted me to deliver a message, but he never intended to record it himself.” She handed me a thumb drive in the shape of an actual human thumb. “Freya did it for him.”

I wondered which of my siblings had truly sent this mysterious message, and why any of them would be taking an interest in my fate at this late date.

Myxolemia held out her hand. I fished in my pocket and gave her a §12 coin. She rolled her eyes less gently and I remembered that in Contraria it is customary to tip an ambassador with a song. Everything in this damn country is so predictably ritualistic! Right down to how many verses I was to sing, based on the social importance of the message’s sender, and which foot I was to stand on while I sang.

I did the calculations, took a deep breath, lifted my right foot, and began.

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Where It All Came From

r-avatarBackstory is a fraught topic for writers. Without getting into the debate about how much, if any, belongs in your finished product, we can say definitively that it serves a crucial purpose in our writing process.

The outline for Son of Science Novel is complete. This sequel introduces many new cast members, whose lives have been complicated since well before they intersected with our story. There’s a lot to know about them, so we are formally outlining the backstory, giving it the same kind of development attention as the “proper” narrative. Not only is it beneficial in getting to know these new people, but it also serves a debugging function, keeping us from basing story events on flawed reasoning. It’s alarmingly easy to overlook gaps and contradictions when you view things from 30,000 feet. A lower-altitude pass is essential.

Another place where backstory has been tremendously important is in the music novel. The protagonist’s outlook on life, and the experiences that shaped it, can’t be sketched in. A sketch would rely on the reader’s preconceptions to fill it in, and that would make it misleading. None of our readers has said, “I don’t need to know this.” Which raises the philosophical question of whether it really constitutes backstory. But to us, there’s no question at all. It’s pertinent, interesting, and unexpected, which places it within the scope of the narrative regardless of its chronology.

Working with a partner gives you a great resource for gut-checking things like how much backstory is needed. And, someone to listen when you do your thinking out loud, to catch the inconsistencies before they undermine your plot structure.

Uneasy As It Made Me

  • by Kentlifting me up like a garage door
  • bringing oxygen to your brain
  • various exhalations
  • SMOKING CAUSES EARLY DEATH
  • calling me “potentially homosexual”

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Uneasy as it made me, I had little trouble putting aside the claim of Contrarian prophecy. That was, after all, just a type of con. With enough weird shit predicted to happen, those books were bound to be right sometimes.

The treasure, on the other hand, that I knew was serious. But, it wasn’t too late, obviously, a realization that brought a swell of optimism lifting me up like a garage door. Plus, John’s unbidden appearance aboard the nuptial dirigible had to mean that I was, by dumb luck, on the right track. I flashed on one of the zany prophecies, something about an “ally in suit of the hare,” which had to mean even the Contrarian mystics saw our paths converging.

I followed these new ideas greedily, burning through them like a chain smoker, feeling the rush of the myriad inhalations bringing oxygen to your brain, and the various exhalations filling the room with blue-gray haze. The room spun, and I discovered a hookah beside me, that I had in fact been smoking while I envisioned it. Like all Contrarian hookahs, it was filled with poppy blossoms and dubious mushrooms and bore the legend SMOKING CAUSES EARLY DEATH etched into the glass.

Crawling, I sought fresh air outside the small room. My head began to clear but I couldn’t remember how the smoking apparatus arrived. Had Fleur called for it as a treat for me? Did her father insist I smoke it as a sort of bonding thing? Was John somehow involved?

“No,” drawled a bored female voice. “None of them had anything to do with it. By the way, you’re asking all these questions out loud.”

I rolled onto my back and looked up at her. My prom date, set up for me by my mother. I hadn’t seen her since. Our post-prom goodbye consisted of her calling me “potentially homosexual” and slapping my cheek.

“Hello, Myxolemia,” I said.

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Reading Further of Contrarian Prophecies

  • by jenwe went to Pittsburgh
  • Uh uh honey
  • the prospect of a marriage proposal
  • what he did, and where, and when
  • pulled his tail

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Reading further of Contrarian prophecies did nothing to dispel my unease. I was still reeling from the import of that 43rd stanza when Fleur found me. “It’s time for the feast,” she announced.

The feast lasted three months. When it and all the attendant rituals were finally done, Fleur rounded up her entire retinue of bodyguards and we went to Pittsburghistan, a city several hours form Funkistan by zeppelin, but one with much better sanitation. That’s where the royal hospital was.

The ultrasound technician adjusted her turban and then confirmed, in verse, that Fleur was carrying twins. A cold finger of dread ran down my back. I turned to my wife. “Uh uh honey. No way. I don’t want to be a martyr.”

Fleur’s smile was impish. “Maybe they’ll be boys.” She turned to the technician and said, “I forbid you to tell us the sex of the babies. It will be so delicious to see my husband squirm and worry for the next six months!”

Just then Fleur’s sister Isolde rushed into the room. Ever since the announcement of Fleur’s gravid state, Isolde had been atwitter at the prospect of a marriage proposal from the toad-like Harry. They were unable to make anything official until after Fleur delivered the heirs, but in the meantime we were regaled daily with updates about Harry, what he did, and where, and when, and with whom. Isolde nattered on about Harry and how he pulled his tailcoat out of the car door thereby avoiding an international incident, since the tailcoat was borrowed from the ruler of a rival clan. It was tedious.

Everything in Contraria was tedious, which was surprising for a place ruled by a warlord. There were just so many damn rituals and traditions. Every day I spent here was a day in which Tessa got further away. Sometimes I even had trouble remembering what all the fuss over the treasure was about, or why it was so important.

Fleur snapped her fingers under my nose, bringing me out of my reverie.

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Time Flies Like An Arrow

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Everything. Takes. Forever.

Maybe we have unrealistic expectations. Okay, that’s probably it. After all, we’ve done this several times, so of course it’ll just go faster and smoother each time from now on, right?

Jen continues to hammer away at the outlining for Son of Science Novel. It’s taking (spoiler alert!) longer than she budgeted. But it really is coming together, and now she’s nearly done incorporating all the mysterious scratches left by mysterious chickens in our various steno pads, from back when we were brainstorming the story. The process might be going faster, except she finds herself distracted by the art project happening on Kent’s side of the writing cave.

Kent continues to refine the illustration for the cover of our trilogy’s first book. It’s getting very close too, in fact, but there’s always one more tweak, one more font to try, one more configuration of the title and other text in relation to the artwork… Kent claims that he’d be making better time if not for the constant distraction of the outline being crafted on the other side of the writing cave. (Jen rolls her eyes.)

It’s worth giving your projects the time they need in order to create work that you’re proud of. With a partner sharing the load, you’ll get through the slow patches in half the time and have energy left for the fun stuff.

Fleur’s Father Babbled

  • by Kentsent the soldiers out
  • biggest of the three asses
  • there is no way that I can stay up until 1 am anymore
  • not a matter of you versus me
  • certainly discombobulates people

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Fleur’s father babbled, lapsing in and out of English and not seeming to complete any of his sentences. His excitement at his daughter’s news overwhelmed his powers of speech. One thing about the idea of becoming a prophetic personage, it certainly discombobulates people, even warlords.

“Is it smart to get him so worked up?” I hissed at my impulsive wife. “You said you think it’s twins, but that means you haven’t confirmed anything.”

“Everything is under control,” she assured me. “It is the kind of thing one knows. You might dispute my claim, but it’s not a matter of you versus me. Your opinion isn’t relevant.”

“What is this prophecy, anyway?”

Fleur laughed, a nasty, savage sort of glee ringing in her voice and gleaming in her eyes. “It takes too long to explain, and there is no way that I can stay up until 1 am anymore, so you’ll have to look it up for yourself.”

As soon as I was cleaned up from the pregnancy-test ritual, I found my way to the palace library to read up on prophecies about royal twins. There were three hefty books describing such things, and in typical Contrarian fashion they all disagreed. The biggest of the three assessments of the legend gave some hints about the source of Fleur’s sinister mirth at my expense.

The 43rd stanza read,

“When they were twelve the royal sisters sent the soldiers out.
To avenge the martyred father they had heard so much about.”

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Fleur’s Kissy-Fingers Routine

  • by jenso odd and alarming
  • and tell them to be punctual
  • on their faces and chests
  • The pet shop owner’s brother was lying
  • Even if you have a razor-sharp ax

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Fleur’s kissy-fingers routine was so odd and alarming that at first I did not respond. She glared at me and kept up the smoochy noises until I finally pursed my own lips and kissed her thumb.

She nodded once in approval, then popped a gummy baby in her own mouth and sat behind me on the marble steps while I caught my breath.

“So you’re really pregnant?” I asked.

“Yes,” my wife replied. “I’ve known for a few days. I think it’s going to be twins, since they run in your family.” She grabbed my collar and hauled me onto my knees, then shoved my face up next to her stomach. “Say hello to your children, the future rulers of Contraria, and tell them to be punctual.”

She held me in place until I mumbled platitudes into her abdomen. Once she released me, I said, “You’ve known for days? That means we could have gotten a lot more sleep!”

Fleur laughed at me. “Get used to being tired. When our babies are born it will fall to you to make sure they have smiles on their faces and chests full of joy.”

“Don’t you use nannies?”

“Of course not, silly man. That’s what husbands are for.”

I thought back to my wedding to Fleur. At the rehearsal dinner the pet shop owner and his brother regaled me with tales of their sister’s work as a nanny for the Contrarian royals (it is considered good luck in Contraria to have a pet shop owner at your wedding). The pet shop owner’s brother was lying then, along with his brother, or my own wife was lying now. I hoped the liar was my wife, because I really had no desire to spend the next several years of my life in Contraria caring for children, even my own.

The warlord strode up, beaming with pride. “This child you two have created will bind Contraria and the US forever!” he boomed. “There will be no severing of the ties between our countries. Even if you have a razor-sharp ax.”

“It’s twins, Daddy.”

“Twins!” The warlord’s eyes grew wide. “If that’s true then that fulfills the prophecy!”

 

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