Tues. April 17, 2018: Staying on a Tight Contract Schedule

Tuesday, April 17, 2018
Waxing Moon
Jupiter Retrograde
Saturn Retrograde
Mercury Direct (as of 4/15)

Even though the Mercury Retrograde echoes, I’m glad it’s gone direct. Not happy about Saturn and Jupiter being retrograde, though, and Pluto piling on at the end of the week. But, it is what it is.

The area is still in mourning for Sean Gannon, and will be for a long time to come. Hopefully, that gives some help and comfort to his family, although I’m sure everyone would simply rather he was still alive. Nero survived surgery and is recovering.

THE SPIRIT REPOSITORY is in galleys — I got them on Saturday. Yesterday, I started work on them. I’m starting to feel good about this book again, although, by the time I finish galleys, I’m always sick of whatever book’s in galleys! Part of the process!

I finally cracked the first chapter of RELICS & REQUIEM, and polished the excerpt that will go in the back of SPIRIT REPOSITORY. So that can progress on a steady pace, as it needs to.

Most of the weekend, however, was spent working on the serial. I’m putting the scenes on index cards, teleplay style. Even though I don’t like working that way, for this piece, I feel I need to. I need to weave a couple more lines together and figure out the big climactic sequence. Then I can pull out the points most necessary, do the outline, and get the piece off to the producer. They’ll either want it or they won’t. If they do, we go into development and see what happens; if they don’t, I’ve got a good start on the book itself, although when I’ll be able to slot it in, who knows?

The fifth POV muscled in, and I wrote a chapter from that POV, to see if it truly was necessary. It is. It made a lot of the rest of the outline click.

Worked on contest entries as well; some good ones. Enjoyed them very much. Picking the winner and the top five finalists will be even more of a challenge than usual this year. It’s exciting that there’s so much good writing out there, and that those good authors are no longer limited by the Big 5. Small presses that do actual print runs — not PODS, but print runs — need to start flourishing again, because they are the ones that will turn the industry around.

Sunday is usually my “day of disconnect” from social media, et al. I didn’t take it this weekend, what with all the corruption and the bombing of Syria and James Comey trying to save his legacy with his book and interviews. So I didn’t get the silence on that front I needed. However, I got into some lively conversations about process and art, which made up for the news feed chaos.

I didn’t take Patriots’ Day as a holiday yesterday; I worked with a client. I felt bad for the Boston Marathon runners. It was a nasty day.

I got back to work on MYTH & INTERPRETATION, RELICS & REQUIEM, and the outline for the serial. And contest entries and a book whose review deadline is coming up quickly. I hope to get the serial pitch out this week. Fingers crossed.

The updated media kit for TRACKING MEDUSA is up. I’m working on the updated kits for HEX BREAKER, OLD-FASHIONED DETECTIVE WORK, and the Jain Lazarus series.

They are pushed back a bit, because I have to do the media kit for THE SPIRIT REPOSITORY first, and then create one for the Coventina Circle series in general, so I can get those uploaded by the end of the week.

I’ve run across some interesting people I’d like to host for A Biblio Paradise, and I’m getting the invites out over the next few days. And talking to my distributor about a special promotion when SPIRIT REPOSITORY comes out, so I can do a promotion.

I need to get some LOIs out this week, and also do some more purging in the basement. And, you know, yard work whenever the weather lets me.

Oh and hop on over to Goals, Dreams, and Resolutions, to see where I am on this month’s list!

Never a dull moment, which is a good thing!

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Fri. April 13, 2018: In Memorium: Sean Gannon

Friday, April 13, 2018
Waning Moon
Mercury Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Stormy and mild

His name is Sean Gannon. He was thirty-two years old, and, with his K-9 partner, Nero, was in the drug detection division of Yarmouth PD.

He was murdered yesterday, and Nero shot, serving an arrest warrant in Marstons Mills to a guy who had 111 charges on his sheet.

To say I knew him would be a stretch; we’d crossed paths a few times and exchanged pleasantries, because of Nero. In any human/dog situation, I’m far more likely to interact with the dog. While I’m not acquainted with anywhere near as many cops here as I was in NYC (going about the day, Broadway, and research) or Rye (where I grew up with a bunch of people who then became cops), I do the same here as I did in NY — the “hey, how are you?” and “thanks for dealing with all this stuff so the rest of us don’t have to.” Acquaintances in NYPD used to joke that I knew so many of the K-9 dogs that, should anything happen to me, from capture to cadaver, there was a dog who knew me. A little macabre, but, hey, NYPD.

Anyway, both Gannon and Nero struck me as smart, positive, dedicated. Gannon volunteered with Big Brothers and Big Sisters; he and Nero participated in skills trials. I actually noticed the human with the dog in his case because he looked so much like a close friend of mine from college looked at his age.

Whenever I saw them, I thought they’d be good inspirations for characters in one of my books.

Now, Gannon is dead, murdered. The last I heard, Nero was at a vet clinic; I don’t know if he survived. All their potential is gone, their families shattered.

I’d just finished my taxes yesterday afternoon when I heard the sirens. Siren after siren after siren, for a more than usual stretch. I figured there was a pile-up on the Mid-Cape Highway with lots of injuries. The construction work on the Sagamore Bridge is causing delays of up to two hours; people get impatient and get stupid.

Sirens and sirens and sirens.


Then, reports of gunshots and SWAT team dispatched.

At this point, I was irritated. SWAT team meant there was some asshole with a gun out there causing problems. And I am sick, sick, sick of assholes with guns, and I am tired of the escalating gun violence here on Cape Cod, usually drug-related. The neighborhood was locked down and evacuated. ATF, Homeland, State, SWAT, everyone who could possibly help was there, and fast.

Then came the news that an officer had been shot, serving a warrant.

I was getting more news OUT OF NEW YORK, and then, out of Providence and Boston, rather than locally. It’s happening four miles up the road and New York has better information than the so-called reporters around here.

I was pulling for the officer. Cape Cod ER staff is pretty damn good; the paramedics with the fire dept. are superb, so I hoped they could save him

A few hours later, word came that the officer died.

Again, I heard it from a friend in New York, who was watching the story.

Once they released the officer’s name and photo, I was shocked to recognize him. I hadn’t known his name (although I knew Nero’s). But I recognized him from the photo.

At 9 PM, an honor guard of cops and firefighters escorted the Medical Examiner’s van from Cape Cod Hospital to the ME facility in Sandwich/Pocasset. It was a strong, powerful, heartbreaking tribute.

Of course, the rabid right-wing douchebags took to social media crying the whole thing was the fault of “liberal judges” and the fact that MA gun laws are “too strict.”
Proving again the cognitive dissonance of that faction. MA judges aren’t all that liberal, in what I’ve seen. I don’t know where the system failed in this case, but it did, and I trust Michael O’Keefe’s office to find out how and why. But MA gun laws aren’t strict enough, or this jerk wouldn’t have been able to have a gun. I can legally buy a gun one town over in less time than it takes the computer to boot up. Whether he had his gun legally or not — he shouldn’t have been able to access one, and I’m sick and tired of living in a gun culture.

None of that debate brings back Sean Gannon, who died in the line of duty. His name deserves to be remembered; all the good he did in his life deserves to be remembered.

He will inspire a hero in one of my books. I don’t know what genre, or what form it will take, but he will, and the book will be dedicated to his memory. There is nothing I can do to change the tragedy that happened yesterday, nothing I can say that will help his family or his colleagues; but I can honor his memory with a story worthy of his spirit.


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