Sunday, February 8, 2009

Adelaide heatwave, Victorian bushfires and ... summer can go away now. Soon, please.

Many thanks to the folks who swung by to check out the book launch (If you're looking for it, just scroll down to yesterday's post), and in particular many thanks to the readers who invested in a copy, be it electronic or paper. Your support is greatly appreciated.

Today, work continues on the LEGENDS project, and I hope to have it ready, and up, in the late afternoon. If all goes according to schedule, look out for a newsletter later today, or tomorrow.

In the meantime ... this is going to be a little brief. The cool change did "come through" and made a big difference to the temperature; it also dumped a tonne and a half of tropical humidity on us. Add this to about 10 drops of rain and some crash-bang-boom thunder and lightning before dawn, and then the sun came out, and -- where's my scuba diving tank?! Breathing ain't easy.

If you've been following the news from downunder, you'll know we've been having a torrid time of it. I have a couple of links for you -- slideshows: the Victorian bushfires, and the baby koala in the tub of water, which has been appearing in newspapers around the world.



The other story that has been making people just shake their heads is the tale of the little koala (a baby) who was apparently abandoned and came in out of the bush seeking shelter and water. Now, it's common knowledge that koalas don't drink. Ever. All the moisture they get -- or, at any other time than this, need -- is derived from the eucalypt vegetation they eat ... and they eat ONLY the foliage of bluegums and river redgums. So you can imagine how hot and dry it would have to be to make a koala actually drink:

Click here to see the whole slideshow on Channel 9 News
(starts with the koala in Hahndorf with his head in a garden sprinkler!)


As hot as it's been in Adelaide (45.5C at our hottest; 115F), your heart goes out to the people of Victoria, where Melbourne suffered 46.3C yesterday. SA suffered the bushfires a few years ago -- get me to tell you that story; we had a view that was way too close for comfort -- but this time is Victoria's turn, and they have my sympathies.

And, the weather outlook for the next week? Four days of respite, of which this is one; and then 37 by Saturday. Sunday? They're not saying ... all bets are off, but I know what I'm hoping for!

Have you seen Jade's post on Digital Kosmos? Check this out: Waiting For Rain. Yep, this is what we're hoping for!

Cheers,
MK

Saturday, February 7, 2009

THE LORDS OF HARBENDANE: welcome to the book launch!

Launching THE LORDS OF HARBENDANE

Many readers have been following the misadventures of this novel as it battled to make it through the process of publication and debut at Amazon. The fracas has involved javascript snarls (at CreateSpace), harddrive crashes (at my end), mis-shipment from the States, and USPS highjinx, but -- we're there at last.




Click on the cover art to pull up a 1000 pixel wide copy, so clear that you can almost read the cover burb. But don't strain your eyes -- here it is:

There are seasons for peace
and seasons for war.
This is a season for sheer survival.


Rogan Dahl and Tristan Carlin meet by chance on a rainy night, and are soon caught up in the storm of events leading to the greatest battlefield of their time. Their accidental encounter is the pivot-point around which the future revolves, for the great land of Harbendane — and for their own lives.

The fortified city of Althea is treasured as the living, beating heart of Harbendane ... and the plans have been meticulously drawn for its downfall. The wild, savage tribes of the far north are in league with the cruel, ambitious warlord of Galshorros, and Althea lies almost undefended before massed armies.

In the midst of this, Rogan and Tristan are caught up in an illicit love affair that could be death for them both.


The book is a 6" x 9" trade size paperback, of 298pp, with a text of 155,000 words, and in your hands it looks like this:





The next thing you're going to want is to open the book are read part of the novel, and you can do this right here!

Have the first couple of chapters (the first 31pp of the novel) absolutely for free:

http://www.dream-craft.com/melkeegan/harbendane-samp.pdf
Caveat: this is a gay (m/m) book, with frank depictions of the relations between adults. Do not order if you're disturbed or offended by gay materials.

And you'll almost certainly want to consult the map, because this novel covers some distance as well as being as amazingly detailed as you've come to expect from Mel Keegan. So here's the map, to guide your travels:
(The map has been uploaded at 200dpi to do justice to the fine detail -- click on the thumbnail for the large view)

So ... what's it to be? The ebook (as a PDF for PC and Mac, or for the screenreaders), or the paperback, direct from Amazon?

Don't forget that you can combine postage on the new-edition Mel Keegan books when ordering from Amazon. Choose from...


Shipping costs to Australia and New Zealand are a tad bit expensive, so combining postage lets you save considerably. Amazon shipping costs work like this: US$16.04 for the first book, plus US$8.04 for each book thereafter.

Or will it be the ebook? You'll be downloading from Payloadz, and please choose the right PDF for your system -- or opt for Mobipocket, which covers almost everything, from your Blackberry to your Palm Pilot!

PC and Mac readers, choose this version:
 Add to Cart $9.95 -- and identical in every way to the paperback.298pp. (Permissions: no editing, printing, text or image copy/paste.)


Screenreader users (Palm, Pocket PC, iLiad etc.) choose this version:
 Add to Cart US$9.95 -- properly formatted, complete with cover art and map; over 430pp.(Permissions: no editing, printing, text or image copy/paste.)

Get the Stanza version for your iPhone, and the PDB for your Palm Pilot, plus the Mobi version for your Kindle:

US$10.95 for iPhone, Palm Pilot, Kindle, Mobi and more!

Do you need to download wirelessly, to your Kindle? Go for it!

BUY THE LORDS OF HARBENDANE FROM MOBIPOCKET

Reader reviews of THE LORDS OF HARBENDANE are solicited for the Mel Keegan OnLine website -- and remember that all reviews submitted go into a draw for a prize: the ebook of your choice, or a custom-built screensaver!

Wishing everyone a Good Read,
Mel Keegan

Friday, February 6, 2009

Gay novelist, battered and fried

First: thanks to Jade for posting for me yesterday. Sure, I had to fudge it, but I managed to keep my perfect record of posting every day since I went online. I'm, uh, back -- after my misadventures with a carriage lamp. What idiot bolted it to the wall right THERE, at exactly the right height for someone to walk into it? Anyway, that's what I did, and almost laid myself out. The bells rang; the vision split; the world spun. Next day, I have a stiff neck on one side -- a small case of whiplash -- as well as a place on my skull where you could tap me with a feather and hear screams.

With that little story out of the way, let's get to the day's good news! The final proof of THE LORDS OF HARBENDANE has been delivered and the book is actually available -- on Amazon -- right now, even as I type.

The actual book launch is tomorrow (it was supposed to be today; bear with me, I'll tell why it's been delayed yet again), but if you're absolutely keen to get the wheels moving on your copy, check this out:



Its there -- honest engine!

And in your hands it looks like this:


Anyway! The book launch will be up tomorrow -- we're doing it on the blog here, and then the novel will slide on into the website. We'll also be doing a hardcover edition in a little while -- hardcovers are a lot more expensive, I know, but you'd be surprised how many people drool over them (myself included). I think they represent "last ditch gifts," where you have no idea what to get someone for birthday and Christmas, and because it's a major gift you don't call the extra $10 too bad ... and the hardcover just looks so good.

As I said above, the book launch was supposed to be today, but HARBENDANE has been kicked back just one more time: computer problems. Again. This time around it was software that seems to have corrupted itself (Acrobat writer; reader is OK). I'd love to say that Foxit would do the job, but the (free!) version I have at this point doesn't have the muscles.

It took about six hours to figure out a way through the problems, but in the end I found a solution ... by which time I was ready to fall face-down: it's HOT. It's 110 degrees again ... it's so hot, large numbers of people are dropping dead in this state, and trees are dying. Pets are dying. It's ... bad. You might have heard that the morgue is as capacity, and the coroner's department is now using freezer trucks. No joke, no exaggeration.

The good news is that a cool change comes through late tomorrow and then we get a week of respite. By Sunday it'll be 24C (somewhere in the environs of 75F), and a collective sigh of relief will be breathed by all ... people, animal, trees. However, there's no rain it it. Not a drop. What does the place look like: I uploaded this to Digital Kosmos a week or so ago:

http://photographyfan.blogspot.com/2009/02/drought-scourged-panorama.html

It's getting deadly serious. I'll blog more about this on Sunday -- tomorrow is book launch day. at lasy, only about ten weeks late! Best laid plans of mice, men and gay novelists...

And on that note, I'm going to call it a day. I've had just about enough of this computer for the moment! As I look at the CPU, it morphs into a boat anchor.

Ciao for now,
MK

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Blogus interruptus

A slight interruption to normal services today. This is actually Jade logging in and posting on Mel's behalf, to tell you why MK won't be blogging.

I'm instructed to tell you, it's all about a solid brass carriage lamp set into a wall ... which has left MK looking thoroughly concussed and sounding somewhat less coherent than usual.

The altercation has left a lump the size of an egg, as well as a glazed expression that has been further compounded by a couple of strong painkillers.

MK will be back online tomorrow.

Also, I can tell you that the LEGENDS digital novel should be launching tomorrow. The work that should have completed the upload package this afternoon will be done in the morning, and a newsletter will follow.

Mel did have the opportunity to post to the Digital Kosmos blog before walking into the lamp. Today's post is Mush -- as they say in the movies!

Best wishes to all Mel's readers,
Jade

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Learning to write: the music is in the words

My corner of the universe is quiet and flat-calm today. There isn't even a ripple in the pond to blog about, so I'll TRY to find a simple answer to a question that was asked of me about two weeks ago. It's an easy enough question, but the answer could turn into something of the size and weight of Quo Vadis.

An extremely nice gent in Vancouver asked, "Do you have to go to college and qualify as a writer, to be a writer?"

The flipside to the question was along the lines of "I'm 40, with 15 years to go on my mortgage and three kids to educate, an ex-wife to pay, and my current partner says he'll help as much as he can if I have to change to part-time work and do college."

That's not a question, that's the plot of a novel.

Let me get my teeth into it -- and before I say another word, here's the caveat: the following are my own opinions! Talk to twenty people, you'll get twenty different stories, and every one is as good, as right, as the other nineteen.

Do you have to LEARN to be a writer? Yes. Do you have to do the learning in college? No. Can you go to college to learn to write ... yes and no. You can go to college and stick around long enough to get an MFA, but here's the cold, hard truth: nobody can teach you how to conceive of a story. You can be taught spelling, punctuation, grammar, syntax, parsing, plot "timing," story editing, copy editing, line editing, proofreading, typing, manuscript formatting, PC skills, word processing, desktop publishing, and the etiquette of approaching agents, publishers and producers...

But at the end of the course all these are mechanical skills that are (in the harsh blue light of day) no more difficult to learn than Japanese cooking, poker, watercolor painting, needlepoint, playing the piano, speaking French, using an SLR camera.

In other words, each of these skills is clearly defined. There's a rule book. A cookbook. You learn the rules and stick to them.

Now, a writing course you've paid a lot of money for will give you the cookbook approach to writing. (There's little else they can do, since they have 45 students in this class, all with different abilities, and all are going to trundle through the same meat-grinder process.) There's even a cookbook approach to plot development, character design and voice.

You'll certainly be producing fiction at the end of it all. But the inspiration, the new ideas, the sparkle, the individuality and brilliance, must come from YOU. All anyone can teach you is the mechanical skills. What makes a cook into a chef? What quality differentiates the dauber from the great artist? What sets the flautist in the high school orchestra apart from, say, James Galway?

The answer is skill, individuality, originality, inspiration, brilliance. And these things, no one can impart.

In fact, you can learn the mechanical aspects of writing yourself. Get books; study; teach yourself. And while you're thrashing out correct grammar, spelling, punctuation and so forth ... write. And then write some more. And when you're done (you guessed) get stuck in and write again! It might take a million words for your style to mature, so don't delay -- get started!

Writing is less like playing music than like "being" music. Imaging you're Beethoven or Chopin or Mark Knopfler. That music didn't write itself. It came to life in the minds of these people and escaped through their fingertips, into the air as sound waves, or onto paper as musical notation.

Same thing with writing. The whole thing is a creative process that begins ... somewhere.

I would say it's an absolute fact that if you take a cookie-cutter writing course, you will wind up writing cookie-cutter stories and novels. And I'll give you short odds that agents, publishers and editors can spot them from a mile away.

It's like the template for this bog. It's just an ordinary, common-or-garden Blogger template. They're out there by the millions. It's not important, because the content of this blog is what you're here for. (What's Keegan rattling on about today?)

But if you take the analogy a step further and have a template for a novel ... you hit the quagmire at once. The template would be something like this:

One: gotta capture the reader's attention and make him/her want to go on. There are five tried and true ways to do this; choose from the following list...
Two: must define and design the central character(s) right now, make them easy to grasp, so the readers will know who they are. There are five tried and true ways to do this...
Three: gotta set up the conflict between the Hero and his Opposition, before the reader gets bored and stops reading. Pick from the following list of 20 sure-fire problems (aka plot-drivers).

And so on. This is formula fiction. Throughout the entire 20th century, hack writers churned it out by the billions of words. An SF novel of the 1950s and 1960s would be 35-45,000 words, and they were written this way in about one week flat.

Inexperienced and young readers, can't tell when the writing is poor -- and the fact is, when the IDEA behind even a hack a novel is good enough, it will still shine even though the mechanical skills are less than sparkling.

As an example, let me tell you about a little novel called The Edge of Time. I'd read and loved it when I was 10, and then read it again about a year ago. (Yeah, yeah, 40 years later; so? You got a problem with that?) In the first five pages I found a dozen items that should have been edited, by anyone's standards, and the writing didn't get any better as the book progressed. The STORY was as great as ever. What I'd loved long ago, I still loved. But in my mind, I was constantly editing and rewriting, to make the book over into what it should have been.

I know the author could have done much better. How do I know that? Because "David Grinnell" is a pen name of Donald A. Wollheim. As in, DAW.

I can only guess that The Edge of Time was hammered out in about a week, circa 1957, and there was no time to go back and edit, polish. This is the downside to writing for an industry that's going to pay you about $50 for the finished book: you work so fast, mistakes get made, and you're flying without an editorial safety net.

And yet the actual story of The Edge of Night is as spellbinding as ever. The idea was great, and this is what roots the little novel in my mind as fine, even though it's actually full of errors --

And this is the quality that no one, nowhere, no how, can teach you. Inspiration, originality. The rest of it? The spelling and syntax and proof reading? You can teach yourself ... or you pay pay a fortune and take class.

How you learned what you know is of far less importance to an editor or agent than the fact you do indeed know your virgules from your ampersands! In fact, it will be taken as read that you know this stuff. Editors and agents do NOT expect to read your pages and have spelling or grammatical errors jumping off the paper at them. (They actually expect to be bored out of their respective gourds by labored prose, uninteresting characters, stereotypes, and ... yep, cookie-cutter plot development. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to surprise the pants off them by not boring them to death!)

My opinion on the subject? Stay the hell away from colleges. Learn the mechanical aspects of your art and craft as if you were studying music, painting, knitting, cooking. And while the basics are being hard-wired into your brain, unleash your creativity. Find your "voice" and let inspiration flow. Follow your instincts, because this is where individuality and originality are conceived and born. And these are the things that can't be taught.

Originality and inspiration are like being able to sing in tune, or see with the vision of da Vinci. Not everyone can do it. If you can, go for it, full-throttle. If you can't? Not everyone has it in them to be a writer, artist or composer ... but it can be a lot of fun trying.

There's a good article I can link you to; but I haven't read the author's book, so honestly can't recommend it or not. From the article, and his credentials, I'm guessing it's very good, but you must judge for yourself: http://www.writersstore.com/article.php?articles_id=1019

Cheers,
MK

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Ebooks, and other labors that'd make Hercules work up a sweat

Ebooks? Just when you think you've got the little darlings all worked out, one jumps up and bites you on any part of your anatomy that's close enough to reach.

We did quite a lot of research into the various formats (Palm, Pocket PC, Sony, Iliad...) before we relaunched the whole range of Keegan titles as ebooks about six months ago. We missed one vital bit of information ...

The iLiad has memory problems ... hit it with too much, and the device "crashes."

The culprit was TIGER, TIGER, which as you might know came illustrated with a gorgeous selection of Jade's artwork. However, the handheld screenreaders are problematical with large files ... right. Okay. Understood.

Back to the drawing board, to produce an art-free version of TIGER, TIGER specifically for the iLiad. Right now we're in the test phase, and of this works out, the plan is to release the iLiad version of TT as a separate entity. Users of the iLiad will get a ZIP file containing the PDF, and a cache of artwork in the form of wallpapers.

I know a lot of writers and self-marketing publishers who read this blog fairly regularly will be interested in this info, because iLiad is an interesting part of the marketplace. It's a hell of a nice gadget, from a company called iRex Technologies. I drool over this gadget myself ... but it's US$699 -- well over A$1,000, before they import it into this country. Importation always doubles the price of anything, so ...!

There's a new ebook reader out there, incidentally. I keep an eye on these things. Have you heard of something called the BEBOOK ...? A$399, and they're already in the country. I'm looking seriously at it.

Very seriously.


Very tempting, isn't it?

Ciao for now,
MK

Monday, February 2, 2009

Gay novelist on a hot tin roof

Working on LEGENDS today became quite exciting as the navigation was set up and tested. Two chapters are "up" already; two more will be going on tomorrow and the day after, and then -- newsletter time. I'll have about the first five or seven thousand words online, and maybe fifteen thousand words in hand as a buffer.

Here's the final template:


I have to admit to being blown away. To my eyes, it's one of the most visually astonishing pages in the blogosphere -- and it's one of a kind. Jade had worked magic on this. You'd never guess it for a Blogger template.

The heatwave continues: we had a reprieve today, down to a microscopic smidgen under 39C, and it actually felt like a reprieve. Only 103F. Still, we have another four or five more days of this before we get down to something decent, temperature-wise ... and it's been too much for many people.I saw a little of the local news a half hour ago; the state coroner is at flat chat, investigating "an undisclosed number of sudden deaths" today. Well two days ago they "disclosed" the number of 18 on Saturday; yesterday they reported 20 more. Today? It's been the coolest day for a week, and I should imagine anyone who's been hanging by a thread just can't take much more.

The other side to the story was that the local power company is in over its head -- unable to cope with demand. We need to extend our power generation facilities before next summer. Hopefully they'll be looking at solar or wind ... but I doubt it. Kevin Rudd's idea of working hard to save the climate is to offer paltry cuts in carbon emissions, to take effect about three weeks after sea level has risen so high, they're knee-deep and wading at Parliament House. (Interestingly, 51% of our local power company is owned by a Chinese multinational based in Hong Kong, and the other 49% is owned by an Australian investment company, Spark Infrastructure ... right now, the Chinese investors must be wondering if they made a wise purchase, since they're going to have to put money into the system -- which wouldn't be their first choice!)

I took a half hour to look at the visitor stats for January, and was fascinated and gratified. It's still amazing to me -- and wonderful -- to get visitors from every corner of the globe. Even now, as we make inroads on February, I'm waiting for any kind of response from Google regarding my zeroed-out page rankings, so ... stand by for this blog to "migrate." As I've mentioned once or twice, I'm actually wondering about striking a new blog, importing this whole project into it, all of a piece, then deliberately going to Google and deleting the old one out of the index (wouldn't be a great loss: everyone who reads this page knows it's here, and knows it's probably moving ... and no one else has been able to find it with a search since October).

Deleting the old blog is a necessary nasty -- if you don't do this, Ma Goog will call your new blog "duplicate content," and the penalty for this is ... you guessed: SERP invisibility.

SERP is an acronym. They would like you to believe that it stands for Search Engine Results Pages, but it doesn't. In reality it stands for Spuriously Egalitarian Reporting Parameters. There's a lot of long words in there; basically means there is no such thing as equality of content providers (like Keegan) on the search engine front ... they make up the rules to suit themselves, and then smother you with them.

Bear with me. I'm getting there, slowly but surely!

Cheers,
MK

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Stone cold dead in die marketplace ... or, almost!

Baldly stated, my hard drive went belly-up this morning. There's a sinking feeling in the pit of the belly, a wave of nausea that hits you. You feel light headed and a little bit giddy. Your thoughts scatter upon the four winds ... you make a nice STRONG cup of tea and take the advice of the person who is telling you to breathe more than once a minute or so.

Slowly, you start to think again, and you get on the other computer (the old clunker that was replaced by this supposed miracle of modern technology) and hit the tech forums to see if the same problems have clobbered anyone else lately. To your malicious joy (and with a certain relief) you discover, the problem is common. It's very common.

The symptom: the bloody computer won't start up. It just sits there and glares at you, with its power button winking green and nothing else happening. Oh, joy.

The cause: either a virus or hardware failure.

Thank gods, goddesses, elementals, spirits, pixies and anything else out there that's been watching out for me lately: I back everything up slavishly, and it's only a few weeks since I got a terabyte external harddrive. The fact I'm all backed up and ready to go means that all I need now is an operating system disk, and we can put a new hard drive in this little monster.

Fortunately, the hard drives are pretty cheap, and you can get a fully legal, still shrink-wrapped Windows XP SP3 for A$110 + postage, from several dealers on eBay in Melbourne. I checked, after my blood pressure had started to revert to something with a semblance of normality. (What's normal anyway?)

I don't think I've cooked this computer in the heat, but I do work it very hard. Maybe I work it harder than it wants to run? Maybe I should get a more powerful one? Perhaps. But this little bugger is only a couple of years old, and to tell you the truth, I've bought so many computers in the last 20 years, I honestly don't want another one --

Especially since any new computer you get from the store these days comes loaded with Vista. Sounds of retching, barfing and puking. Keegan no like Vista. Keegan rather put new hard drive in old machine and stay with XP.

So ... it's been a fun day in which not much has been done other than hand-wringing, hair-tearing and so forth. I'd love to tell you that I wrote 4,000 words of LEGENDS ... but I didn't. I'd be thrilled to tell you I plotted out the last two novels in the HELLGATE series ... but I didn't do that either. I would be overjoyed to report that I finished the two short stories I've been working on, but --

You get the picture.

You may laugh, but it's traumatic. It's completely on a par with falling over the dog's leash while walking in the park, and doing a face-plant straight into the geraniums, four feet in front of the most delectable hunk you've seen in several years. Or being at a fancy restaurant and sinking at least 16 of your 32 teeth straight into a Thai pepper, which makes you turn red as a postbox and weep copiously ... which is not at all how you'd intended to impress your date (the aforementioned hunk, who plucked you out of the geraniums and stuck several bandaids on your chin, which was bleeding copiously in reaction to the collision with the standpipe that had been hiding away in there).

Keegan is still alive, no thanks to the weather, Western Digital, or Dell.

And I can report that the LEGENDS template is fixed, up and running. I got the first chapter pasted into it before the apocalypse struck, and when I have about ten or so posts up, there will a newsletter, and -- the experiment begins!


Now I have to go and take a couple of aspirin and sit in front of the a/c.

Love that a/c. It's been 40C again today, and you need a blanket while sitting in front of it. Nice.

Cheers,
MK