If we were having coffee today, I’d be showing you the new pictures. No, no, no, not the grandkids, the dog, or the cats … they’d be pictures of me! With the upcoming publication of my third novel, I decided it was time to skip the selfies.
It’s funny, in the beginning, I didn’t even consider a photo. It’s vain, I guess, but I generally don’t like photos of myself. But every new author, especially an independent author, should follow the same processes of self-promotion. This blog is one example of that. A web page is crucial too. (ahem: my web page) An author should learn to use Twitter and Instagram as well. Youtube videos are a plus. And one should never miss an opportunity to drop a link into the conversation.
And, of course, headshots are part of this mix. I’ve generally used opportunistic shots.
One was at my daughter’s wedding. It’s a good shot too. It’s just, I’m so obviously at a wedding. I liked one selfie I shot with my cat looking back at the camera with a “yeah, right” look on his face. I had another one I shot while waiting for my wife at her chiropractor’s office. But none of them convey “author, so, the other day I found a local portrait photographer. We walked around our tiny downtown area and checked out some quaint locations she likes to use.
I really liked this one, taken at a loft over one of the local storefronts:
Since my cataract surgery, I don’t really need glasses except for reading (my current pair are no line trifocals, clear on top and reading glasses on the bottom). So I tried some without glasses. I don’t know, I think I like pictures of me better with glasses. Maybe that’s because I’ve worn glasses full-time for about thirty years. Anyway, most of my shots were without glasses.
Nice photos, but I don’t like them as much as the one with glasses, although the alternate one at the window is a close second: the pensive author. I like the image they both project. I have color versions of all of them, but I think it is the old-school part of me that is really drawn to the black & white renditions.
What do you think? Grab another cup of coffee and let me know.
Thomas Fenske is a writer living in North Carolina. More information on his work can be found at http://thefensk.com
B/W photos by Tonia Taylor at Blue Door Portraits, Mebane NC
If we were having coffee today I’d tell you about the contract. You see, this week I signed a contract for Lucky Strike, my third published novel. It is a big moment for me because it has been a long time coming. The tentative release date is October 2019, which will make it three years since my last book.
It’s been a long two and a half years for me to get to this point. I started this one shortly after the publication of my second book, but I short-circuited my own progress by embarking on my cookbook project. It was a lot of fun and it showcased my novels very nicely but it took a lot longer than I realized and then I lapsed into aggressively marketing it and my other books. I did manage to finish the rough draft of the new novel in 2017, and I indeed started revision but got sidetracked again by a request to help my publisher with more marketing.
2018 was momentous for me. My wife’s cancer battle took up the first half, then my job took over. Well, it was more the confounding array of details I needed to deal with when my employer made me an offer. I found out that an unplanned departure from work and a sudden transition to retirement is indeed a lot of work in and of itself. It took me a while to complete that move; we’re talking physically, mentally, and psychologically. Finally, late in 2018 I dug in my heels and began a deep revision of Lucky Strike. Four months later, I have a contract.
You know what? Like they say, it’s better late than never, but it comes at a cost. When I re-started the revision, it really took me about half the novel to start feeling it again. Maybe “feeling” isn’t the right word. Thinking the novel, that’s it. It took me a while to get into “novel mode” again. I don’t know about other authors but for me, this is the point where I can’t get the story out of my head. When I drive to the store I have plot revisions percolating through my brain constantly. I imagine my characters shopping for groceries and run and rerun conversations through my head. Yes, even out loud sometimes. I think about it in the shower and while cutting the grass. I’m analyzing plot devices while I’m watching television or movies. It’s definitely an itch I have to scratch constantly.
Here’s what I learned: don’t lose your momentum. Oh, life intervenes, it always does. But that momentum is important. I spent three years revising my first novel, The Fever. I took short breaks but I never lost the momentum. In this case, most of that similar amount of time was involved with no momentum whatsoever. Like I said, there was a bit of time involved in regaining that momentum. But I did it, and I regained the passion for this novel. Passion? Heck, I’m stoked about it!!!
So, now I’m working corrections from my editor. I still have to come up with blurbs and cover ideas. It is all part of the business of being an author. Then the dreaded marketing push will start. Or, wait, has that begun already?
I’ll tell you this, the new novel has a very intricate plot with many complex developments. The mystery is complex as well. The reader knows more about it than any of the characters but the different components of it are a challenge to several layers of characters. Even the antagonist, who has a profound vendetta motive, is grasping at straws to find the answers he’s looking for. And the reader has only a general idea of what it is all about as the twists and turns converge to what I hope is a surprising ending. My beta readers and my publisher are all enthusiastic about it. The major characters are back, including the ghosts. There is a true villain too. It’s a wild ride
I better get back to the edits. More info to come.
Thomas Fenske is a writer living in NC. You can find out more about his other book at http://thefensk.com
It would be a good time to start catching up, as Lucky Strike is the third book in my Traces of Treasure series.
If we were having coffee today I’d probably be mentioning book news. Well, there isn’t too much news. I’m hammering away at the fourth revision of my next novel. Pretty sure I got away with three on my last novel. But this time, I just wasn’t sure so I’m making another pass.
I use a technique called fast writing. By concentrating on word count, one chips away at the plot until an entire story develops. I find it quite creative as your mind is consumed with ways to keep moving forward. The traditional thought of writing, to slowly craft as one goes along has one drawback. If the writer sees something shiny, they stop. Sometimes for hours. Sometimes for days. Sometimes for weeks. Sometimes forever.
Fast writing starts a self-induced competition against time. In National Novel Writing Month the timeline is thirty days. Fifty-thousand words in thirty days. It’s doable. And like I said, it is very creative. Ideas pop into your head. But I admit: the process is dirty. The first revision is primarily concerned with scraping and scrubbing and applying a lot of elbow grease to the words from the first draft. Quite a bit gets scrapped. And then there are the additions. The first draft often hits the high points. The second draft is the time to flesh out the characters, to delve into descriptive paragraphs illustrating the highs and lows of the lives you have created.
My novel was in pretty good shape after the second draft. I did another revision pass and sent it to some honest readers whose opinions I trust. But it is a third installment sequel of a series. I like to think each book in my series should be able to mostly stand on their own. But a lot had happened in the two other books. And like life, the characters’ lives have been affected by those circumstances. So most of my early readers thought it needed more exposition. This is where I am now. It’s not hard to bring in exposition, I crafted a literary device to help, but I also have to tweak here and there to make sure it all fits together.
Revision is hard work; I find it much harder than the fast-written first draft. The only thing harder is marketing. I’ve mentioned marketing before: it kicks most authors in the ass. Yes, me too. I hope to submit this manuscript for publication very soon; I’ll keep you posted.
Speaking of marketing: when I cobbled together a small companion cookbook a couple of years back, I threw together a cover. I liked it okay. I’m no graphic artist. But through time I was more and more unsatisfied with it. Revision is so tedious, one must take a break every now and then (weekend coffee share qualifies!), so I decided to play around with a new cover design. For one thing, my old cover was too wordy. This one is similar but much simpler. I love it. Go check it out!
If we were having coffee today I’d say welcome back. Well, I’m the tardy one I guess. Sorry about that. Things always get a bit hectic during the holidays and I had other things going on as well. I’m working deep revisions on my next novel and that is taking up most of my writing time.
I hope your holidays were good. For the second year in a row, we hosted our family at a rental on the NC coast. I know, I know, holidays are for home and hearth, but after our previous year’s experiment, we found that Christmas at the beach is really quite laid back and enjoyable. Let me start off with this: I don’t really like the beach during the “normal” beach-going season. Crowds, hype, salt, and sand are just not my bag. I like my downtime to be a period of relaxation. During the off-season, lower rates are in effect so one can upscale a bit. And it is so quiet!
It is not totally deserted, a lot of people live down there year round and there are those who use their own vacation homes for much the same thing. But let me put it this way: there were only perhaps three of twenty beach houses nearby that showed any signs of life. The beaches had scant handfuls of people strolling every now and then. The soothing sounds of the ocean and seagulls were unspoiled by loud music and shouting. The traffic was light. The weather was absolutely fantastic.
My Christmas morning had something else pretty special. I keep track of International Space Station viewings and I found out it would be passing over just after six A.M. that morning. It was crisply cold and the sky was incredibly clear. I bundled up and went outside and here it came, right on time. It was one of the best viewings I have experienced, horizon to horizon, a bright Star gliding across the heavens sending its silent glorious message: Merry Christmas.
It was one of the most relaxing holiday celebrations I’ve ever had. Every morning I got up before everyone else and thoroughly enjoyed my solitary cup of coffee taking in the morning view.
Then back to writing. The latest novel is shaping up. I finished the rough draft some time ago, then I dropped the ball a bit. Both my unplanned retirement and, of course, my wife’s cancer battle, were huge diversions. So I worked on my first deep revision in November during National Novel Writing Month. Yeah, I cheated. But it was a good opportunity for me to get back in the swing of things, using the structure of NaNoWriMo to apply myself. I completed the revision and turned it back around in December and did a second deep revision. Those two revisions resulted in about fourteen thousand words of fresh material. After Christmas, I followed up with a quick polishing pass. I have beta readers looking at it now. Still waiting on a couple but they’ve been identifying a few tweaks here and there. I’m excited about this story and hope one more good revision pass will add the finishing touches.
So here I am on a Friday with a little time to write something besides fiction. I’ll keep you posted. Okay, let’s have a scone and a refill and we can dream of wonderful winter beach sunrises.
Thomas Fenske is a writer living in North Carolina. It’s a good time to catch up on his first two novels. You’ll be glad you did when the third one comes out.
If we were having coffee today I’d be lamenting the curse of twenty-nine.
“What is that?” you might ask.
I’d sigh and tell you about Amazon.
Twice in the past year or so my first novel has breached the number of twenty-nine reviews. Thirty looks so cool hanging out there on a book listing.
Ah, but twice, for unknown reasons, a review has been deemed unworthy by Amazon and the counter resets to 29. The interesting thing is, it isn’t necessarily the most recent review that gets swatted away.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to have any reviews at all. It is very humbling to get any kind of feedback on one’s work. I’m even happy to have the ten reviews on my second novel and the two reviews on my cookbook. ANY number is good. I just don’t understand this seeming curse with the number twenty-nine.
There is a theory among authors, that Amazon has a mythical number of reviews where they begin to spontaneously help authors with an added marketing push. I’ve heard several supposed benchmarks for this point, anywhere from twenty-five to over a hundred. Fifty seems to be the consensus. What all this has to do with twenty-nine, I don’t know.
A fellow author, Marianne Reese, has noted a similar trend with her books — stuck at twenty-nine. What are your experiences with disappearing reviews?
Anyway, I had a good two week run this time. It felt so good.
Thomas Fenske is a writer living in NC.
Help him beat the curse: http://thefensk.com/fever.html All reviews will be appreciated by me, even if they are rejected by Amazon. Hey, it’s on KindleUnlimited … and it’s a good time of year to read it since all the action takes place between now and New Years.
If we were having coffee today I’d admit I didn’t have much to talk about today until I read the lead-in WeekendCoffeeShare posting from EclecticAli.
Her 80’s Mystery Party reminded me of something. I always think of my first published novel this time of year. Virtually all of the action takes place from October through December, and it is set in 1980. I liked writing in the 80s. All this fancy technology we enjoy today was still in an infant state back then; things were simpler. It is an easy era for me because, well, because I lived in it. I just have to reflect on my own experiences as I allow my characters to do whatever it is they do.
A writer can’t help but add a little autobiographical info into anything they write, but writing in the recent past allows for a bit of mundane reflection. If I wrote in, say, the 1860s, I would have to do a tremendous amount of research. Writing in the 80’s, I’ve already done that research. When my character found themselves in an ice storm in the middle of nowhere with a non-functioning heater in the car, I can draw on my experience because, yes, that happened to me. (I had one reader tell me she had to get up and put on a sweater while she was reading that section — high praise indeed). It’s what I call “writing with a slice of life.”
Anyway, it’s fall, and I am once again thinking about my novel, The Fever as the season progresses. This weekend would easily match the late-October setting in the opening of the novel. It’s an adventure and a time machine.
If we were having coffee today I might just mention cozy mysteries. Up until yesterday, I didn’t even really know what the term cozy mysteries meant. A reader asked me why I didn’t market my books as cozy mysteries. They were, she said, a pretty close match to the genre.
I’ve struggled with genre ever since I considered publishing. These ideas came to me and I worked them through a believable story arc. I polished them. Worked out the kinks. A publisher got interested. Nobody ever mentioned cozy mysteries.
I did a little research. I’ll admit, The Fever is a stretch, but still, it’s almost there. I’d call it a quirky take-off on the genre. Nobody dies after the initial hook. But the hero is an amateur sleuth of sorts and he has to work through solving his mystery, with whatever help he can find. Like I said, I guess it’s a stretch but as a lead-in to the series, it does set the stage.
Ah, but A Curse That Bites Deep fits right into the genre. I think. And the third book does too … but you’ll have to take my word on that. So, I have to wonder, have I suddenly stumbled upon something here? Sure, they might be sitting in the far left-field corner of the genre, but I think they are still in the ballpark.
If you like cozy mysteries, I honestly think you might like these books. They’re probably not quite like any other cozy mysteries you’ve read but you don’t seriously want them ALL exactly like one another, do you? The stories are comfortable and quirky and the characters and situations are down to earth and believable. Give them a try and let me know.
If we were having coffee today I’ll tell you that so much has been happening since our last meeting, I can’t tell it all. I’m actually going to leave a bunch of stuff for later, maybe next week, but probably the week after.
What I thought I’d talk about today though, is how much I enjoy these little chats over coffee. Weekend Coffee Share is such a great idea, I am totally shocked more people don’t do it.
In simple terms, it is a blog share. The only requirement is that one add a qualifier to the text … giving a personal introduction to your good blog friends, both new and old, as if we were sitting down and talking over coffee. Oh, and you need to add the hashtag #weekendcoffeeshare too it.
Some bloggers take this them quite literally, using this time to update us all on their lives and the happenings of that week. This is fine and informative. We all get to know each other. I join a few other bloggers in using the forum to blog about whatever strikes my fancy, but I still follow the protocol. It works for me because if you know me, I’ll tend to talk about *whatever* anyway, over coffee or calzone or cupcakes, coffee, tea, chocolate shakes … you name it.
It gets me blogging when I might otherwise just let it slide. Like today. I’m busting at the seams to tell you a whole lot of stuff, but there are reasons I want to let things percolate just a little longer. But I haven’t updated my blog in a while and here it is Saturday, and I’m drinking coffee and I figured, what the hell?
So, if you created that blog two weeks ago, or two years ago, or … whenever, and you haven’t updated it in a while and you feel all guilty about never updating it, here’s your chance. Just grab a cup, and sit down and start sharing. We are more interested than you think.
You need to know one more thing about it. The share is hosted by “eclecticali” at WordPress, who posts an intro and reminder every week along with the share link. It isn’t totally required to click that and add your blog, just the hashtag will generally suffice, but it definitely adds to the sense of community and fun. if you follow the blog you can also subscribe to email updates … this helps remind me to fire up my guilt-trip generator. Here is this week’s intro, blog, and linkup:
If we were having coffee today I’d again be waxing all nostalgic on you. I saw this picture in the Spring 2018 University of Houston Magazine. Wow, what a flash from the past. I see from the banner that this dates from the campaign days of 1976. I could so easily be in this picture as during those years I went up and down those stairs countless times. I was even grabbed by a Secret Service agent on the bottom of the stair case on the left when I attempted the go up the stairs while President Ford’s son was getting ready to speak on the upper landing during the 1976 campaign.
I got nostalgic seeing this picture because I have very deep roots to this building and most of my experiences there went way beyond just being a student. For over two years I was employed there with two different jobs. At that time the building comprised of two sections, the three story primary structure (well, basement and two upper levels) and an adjacent one story underground structure. Just behind and below those stairs is where the entrance tunnel to the underground section was. My first job was in an office down there and I was heading to class from work when the Secret Service grabbed me.
I worked for what was then called the “Campus Activities Department” and they provided support and advisors for all on-campus organizations like clubs, honor societies, student government, campus programming, fraternities, and sororities. This service center took up the major portion of the underground portion of the building. One of the services was called the Organization’s Bank, and it allowed qualified groups from all aspects of campus life to have an “account” for their treasuries, all managed through a central Campus Activites bank account. I first encountered this when I volunteered in the campus programming board, then called Program Council. The woman who ran this bank was very friendly and pleasant so I’d drop by and visit from time to time just to say “Hi.”
In early 1975 she needed a new assistant and offered me the part-time office job. It was convenient working on-campus and it helped draw me into the mainstream of virtually all of campus life. This was long before mass computerization so all the transactions were handled manually via an even-then ancient Burroughs automatic posting machine with individual ledger cards for each account. Young people are always amazed that we were able to use tools such as this in those pre-computer days but the machines and the procedures worked quite well. I worked there for over a year and quite enjoyed my time there. The office was down a back hallway and I was working once when a fire occurred in one of the maintenance closets on the far edge of the building. They evacuated both buildings as a precaution and that office was so out of the way, I was found happily working away by someone making a last pass through the building. It was news to me. Of course, they had suppressed the alarms. So much for fire drills, right?
I could have worked in that office for another year until graduation, but through contacts in the building I became aware of a job in the maintenance department of the same building, as a student assistant to the building mechanics. Office work was okay, but this job provided the opportunity for more hours and an even more flexible schedule. My hours were quite limited in the office job but in this role, I could work evenings and even weekends and pretty much set my own schedule. There was *always* something to do. Some weeks I could almost work full-time if the evening mechanic was sick. On a student economy, more hours was always a plus.
This job was great, and because of it I eventually came to know almost every inch of the building complex. I’m talking every office, every mechanical room, every deep dark cranny, even disgusting places you don’t want to know exist. Those steps in the picture? I painted those once, with a non-skid coating. I regularly had to go onto the roof of the building too. One of the main duties was to go on rounds and make sure there were no problems like squeaky belts or grinding motor bearings (remember that fire I mentioned). Once, while working over the holidays, I found a large amount of water pooling in the corridor between the main building and the underground offices and checked outside on the ground above that corridor. It was obviously a major water main leak. University repair crews had to be called in for an emergency repair even though it was Christmas Day.
The building was extensively renovated a few years ago and I’m sure when they were doing that, they found my scrawl on any of the older breaker boxes that had survived 35+ years in the building. Once, some electricians were working in the ceiling above a dining room of what was called the old Cougar Den on the bottom level. The workers found they needed to flip an unmarked breaker and this unfortunately cut power to the cash registers in the main dining area one floor above. This happened in the middle of the lunch rush. Nobody realized that during some past construction work power had been tapped below the floor to a circuit in the Cougar Den to facilitate installation of new outlets for a cash register station that had no other access to power. It took a frustratingly long time to locate the problem because no one thought to relate the work on the lower floor to this problem. After that, another student worker and I spent a weekend mapping all the breakers in the building.
That particular work came in handy too because not long afterwards, we had been called in to help the short-staffed custodial group to do a rather large banquet reset in the third level ballroom late one Saturday night. When we were almost done I was in the hallway outside the ballroom and detected a faint whiff of burned tar, which I knew was most likely the tell-tale odor of a fluorescent light ballast shorting out.
Sure enough, a quick survey discovered a nearby display case just beginning to fill with smoke. We immediately ran to shut off power at one of the recently audited breaker-boxes down the hall. My boss found a key to the case, which was thankfully almost empty and I removed the bulbs which rendered that fixture totally inoperative. I replaced the ballast the next Monday morning and found it had suffered primary short that had already burned a hole in the ballast case (sometimes they just get hot and stop working) — this would have definitely continued into a bad fire and would have caused a lot of damage. It was just pure luck we were there (hey, it was a chance to grab a couple of extra hours pay, right?) and we knew the smell and immediately went hunting for the source. A hot ballast can not be ignored.
Ah the anonymous life of the Unsung Heroes.
I checked every maintenance closet and machine room every day I worked, mostly for just that sort of thing. Problems were always cropping up on equipment that ran 24/7 (I return again to the fire, even though that pre-dated my maintenance work). I had other regular duties too, for instance I changed all the air filters in the building every month or so. I also changed uncounted numbers of light bulbs in every section of that building. To this day I still find myself instinctively scanning ceilings in big buildings and secretly noting the lights that are burned out. I worked on plumbing repairs, helped with repair work on the food service equipment, and was involved in really unusual stuff too.
Once, one of the sewage sump pumps (one of those disgusting areas I mentioned earlier) jammed and bent the long drive shaft. It needed to be machined but most machine shops around the area could not handle a shaft that long; it was at least ten feet. Somehow my boss heard about a super machine shop in the Physics Department, which even back in 1977 was an amazing facility. We both carried this disgusting, mumblemumble-encrusted hunk of metal by hand far across campus to that shop in one of the science buildings and they machined it. It barely fit in the service elevator, which opened directly into the machine shop floor.
The curious thing about working in that building was that, as it turned out, both jobs were unplanned extensions to my education. The office and bookkeeping skills I learned in the Organization’s Bank were a huge help in every job I held later. Note: computer business processes were all built on the models of the tried and true manual process. In he next job, by doing the varied maintenance work I gained invaluable on the job experience in electrical, plumbing, and carpentry repair. These are things I still use to this day.
The other great part about the maintenance job was that it was a blast most of the time. The two senior mechanics were WWII veterans, one was a marine in the pacific and the other one had been with the Flying Tigers and was later a B29 mechanic in India, working on the bombers that flew over the Himalayas, so the stories I heard were personal and insightful. Truly they were part of the greatest generation. Once that B29 mechanic and I had to make a long excursion across campus in the underground tunnels that snake under most campuses. (Maybe I’ll share that story another time.)
I had other duties too. I served as projectionist for campus-run movies and there were times I ran the sound and lights in the ballroom for dances and other events held there. As I previously said, there were also times we helped out the custodial staff for banquet setups.
Neither one of these jobs were college “work-study” positions, they were considered regular employment; part-time jobs that added to my seniority when I later held a position at another state institution. But just like any work-study job, it was a great convenience to work on campus.
Heck, I even had a master key to the building, something I needed to use while doing my general rounds. Even custodial staff with many years employment there didn’t have a master key. If I had to work on Saturday/Sunday mornings, I had to be on-time because I was the guy with the key!
Who knew what a flood of memories would come from that simple picture.
Thomas Fenske is a writer living in North Carolina. He’d like to say he was a product of the famed writing program at the University of Houston but sadly, that program came into existence the year after he graduated. Missed it by *that* much.