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Take that, you stupid manuscript! And that!! And another!!

I am now one chapter and the Epilogue away from being done with the current edit of The Promised King Book One: The Welcomer. Interestingly, I’m finding a lot less flab in these late chapters, as it’s pretty much all action and battle as opposed to dull backstory that’s not “back” enough and endless ruminations on what thoughts are flitting about inside the craniums of my characters. (Hmmm….”craniums”….I wonder if that should be “crania”….ach, who cares.) My average number of words cut per chapter right now is just over 800, but the last three chapters have been significantly below that. As for my target of 18700 words cut, I’m about a thousand short of that. I should be able to squeeze that much out of the remaining material.

So I’m finishing this in the next couple of days, and then it’s “portion and outline” time — followed by the typing of Book Two: The Finest Deed, which I’m both looking forward to and dreading in a way. I haven’t revisited that story since I wrote the longhand draft three years ago, and I know that there will be parts that I like a lot and other parts where I’ll scratch my head and say, “Jeebus, what were you thinking?!” Anyway, I figure it will take roughly a year to get Book Two up to speed. Prolific, I ain’t.

ADDENDUM: Since the request has been made in the comments, any of my readers wishing to peruse the manuscript are willing to subject themselves to my incredibly rigorous screening process (which basically consists of me checking for a pulse).

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Tacitus points out that, even as Iraq seems to be possibly developing into “quagmire” status, there are possible signs that something positive may emerge from it all. I certainly hope so, since my feelings on the war were always of the “It’s probably necessary, but I don’t trust this bunch to not bungle the aftermath” variety. We’ll see. The problem is not with the formation of a post-Saddam government, but in making sure that government doesn’t end up being yesterday’s news the way the post-Taliban government we created in Afghanistan did. If these people are in Washington a year or two from now, begging not to be forgotten like Hamid Karzai recently was, I won’t be too impressed.

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Here’s a recipe for a movie: take the basic storyline of ET: The Extra-Terrestrial. (Young boy wanders into the local woods and finds a stranded alien being. Young boy befriends alien being, teaching him lessons about humans and love and all that while government authorities look for said alien being. Eventually the government finds the alien being, and some action-packed stuff ensues at the end.) But for subtext, remove ET‘s “broken family in suburbia” themes and replace them with “1950s Nuclear/Red Paranoia” themes. And instead of a short, pudgy and vaguely-humanoid alien being, use a gargantuan robot who dwarfs the Ponderosa pines and Douglas firs. Oh, and make it animated.

What you end up with is The Iron Giant, which we watched this weekend.

This is one of those animated films from the last few years that, not being a Disney product, tanked at the box office. And it’s one of those movies that always makes me wonder just why it takes so bloomin’ long for word-of-mouth to work its magic. Like The Shawshank Redemption, this is a wonderful film (with an ungainly-sounding plot, to judge by my scenario above) that has gone on to acclaim in its video release. It’s a superb film. What I loved most was the film’s blend of various design elements. The Giant has the retro-future look that reminds me of those old sci-fi flicks where all the alien cultures used Art-deco design, and toward the end, when the Giant basically opens his built-in can of “Whoop-ass”, he reminds me of the classic War of the Worlds film.

I did think that the film’s very end should have been a bit more ambiguous; it’s a moment where just suggesting a possibility might have been more powerful than simply laying it out in the open. But that’s a very small quibble.

:: We also watched The Mask of Zorro last night. In a time when just about every adventure film that comes along is a dark, CGI-loaded, pedal-to-the-metal event (and I haven’t seen Pirates of the Caribbean yet, although all indications are that it’s good but too long), here’s a refreshing throwback to the days of good stuntwork and editing, actual acting, villains who — while evil — nevertheless have their own reasons for hating the good guys, and action sequences that take place by daylight. Even the James Horner score is entertaining, for a composer who has been treading creative water for years now. (Basically the score includes just about all of the standard “Hornerisms” that fill his scores, right down to his ever-present “evil” motif — imagine if John Williams quoted the Imperial March in every score he wrote — and the blasts of the Shakuhachi flute, an ethnic instrument one doesn’t expect to show up in 1800’s California. But Horner livens the proceedings with Mexican themes and sounds that, while not particularly authentic, at least make the thing a rattling fun listen.)

William Goldman has said that adventure films and comedies are the hardest genres to get right. The Mask of Zorro gets adventure right. What a fine swashbuckler this is.

(In an odd coincidence, but not quite to the level of Weird Convergence, we watched the VHS copy of The Mask of Zorro that we own….and when it was over and we stopped the tape, we discovered that CBS was actually airing the film.)

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In the midst of a post about what’s likely to be next on the Bush Administration’s international agenda, SDB says this regarding President Clinton’s responses, or lack thereof, to the various terrorist incidents that happened on his watch:

About the only effect on him is a loss of prestige, given how many people like me think that 9/11 could have been prevented if Clinton had reacted the way Bush did, and cleaned out the wasp nest in Afghanistan in 1993, or 1998, or 2000.

That’s a fairly common meme these days: if only Clinton had done what he was supposed to do, maybe the disaster of 9-11-01 wouldn’t have happened. This falls into the “Hindsight is 20/20” kind of thing, not unlike saying, “Gee, if France and Britain hadn’t been so keen on punishing the bejesus out of Germany in 1919, maybe six million Jews wouldn’t have died.” And of course, there is little reason to suppose that President Bush the Elder, had he been elected to a second term, would have done anything other than what Clinton did; ditto a hypothetical President Dole. And the fact is, as much as some like to scoff at the “Shoot some cruise missiles at the guy” approach, that approach did come very close to nailing Bin Laden — which, incidentally, is something that the Amazingly Decisive President Bush the Younger still has yet to do.

Looking at the “Exterminator” metaphor SDB employs here, it seems to me that while Bush certainly did give the wasp’s nest a good smack or two with a broom handle, he didn’t do much to actually decrease the number of actual wasps. As far as I can see, Bush-as-Exterminator hasn’t achieved the results we’d expect of this guy. More like, oh, this guy.

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Some sort of folderol is developing across Blogistan right now about some group that wants to be called “The Brights”. (A good place to start is Kevin Drum‘s take — just follow his links outward. Oh, and Mindles Dreck has some thoughts and linkage too.)

I dunno…this is one of those popular blog topics that I’m pretty much sitting out. On the basis of what little I’ve read of this business, I’m simpatico with the “Brights”. But I don’t like the name. It implies that everyone else is the “Dims”, doesn’t it?

On a tangentially-related point, James Lileks takes exception to something Steven King said in a review of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. Now, Lileks has a point as far as this particular point goes, but it’s a pretty tiny point, really — it’s one sentence, a throwaway thought, from King’s review. Does Lileks have to do a pseudo-comparison of King to Ann Coulter? Isn’t that laying it on a little thick? (I’ve been finding Lileks more palatable again lately. Who knows if that will last, though, because it didn’t take me long to sour on him originally.)

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Lynn writes today:

If you go far enough in one direction it becomes hard to distinguish the differences amoung the people you consider to be “the other side.”

Oh, I don’t know about that…it seems to me it’s actually pretty easy, once you get that far out. There’s “me”, and everyone else is “not me”.

I kid, though. I do understand what she’s getting at, and I pretty much avoid the term “white trash” for the same reason she does: “trailer trash” is a better descriptor. And she’s correct that it’s wrong to equate “redneck” with either “white trash” or “trailer trash”. “Redneck”, to my way of thinking, can be an honorific: it implies a certain physicality of lifestyle, whereas “trailer trash” implies sloth. Additionally, you can find “trailer trash” anywhere, and you don’t even need the trailer. Rednecks are harder to come by.

Yep, I’m really hurting for material today….

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In the Buffalo News today, a copywriting position was listed by a local advertising company. I’m writing this post while I print out my resume and sample materials for application. Cross thy fingers.

(In the last two days I’ve also applied for two telemarketing jobs, two writing/proofreading jobs from a telecommuting list to which I subscribed some time ago, one local proofreading job, a Senior Page position — i.e., “go-fer” — at the Buffalo and Erie County Public Library, and…a retail position at OfficeMax. I hate filling out applications. That is all.)

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