Saturday, May 11, 2013

Writing Update



A lot of stuff's going on right now with my writing, so I thought I'd give those who are interested a brief update:

Hack: The Complete Game Ebook is Out:
-Hack: The Complete Game is...well..."complete." You can even get the whole series as one ebook (still Amazon only right now ) HERE. I priced it so that if you got Innings 1-3 for free or $0.99, you can save a few bucks by buying The Complete Game for the last two parts. Ebook economics are an odd topic, one that I can address in a future post if there's enough interest, though I certainly won't blame you if there's none.

Hack on Other Platforms?
-A lot of folks have been asking when the Hack books will be available on Nook, iBooks, etc. I finally have an answer: June 24th. That's when the exclusivity period with Amazon lapses. So...uh..."mark your calendars." (Does anyone still do that? Actually mark a calendar, like in an eighties sitcom, putting big red "X"s through each day in anticipation of some big occasion? I think sitcoms ruined the practice for all calendar-markers, since the big day would finally get there, and something would go horribly wrong. Thanks, Hollywood!).

Hack: TCG Giveaway
-Hack: The Complete Game is also going to be out in paperback on May 21st, which, coincidentally, is my 30th birthday. To celebrate, I'm running a Goodreads giveaway of a few signed copies, which you should be able to find over there on the right sidebar. If you're in the U.S. or Canada, feel free to sign up. After all, it's FREE! Note: The giveaway ends on the 21st, so be sure to enter before then.

Rogue Update
-Rogue is with the beta readers. I apologize for the delay, but it ended up being 23,000 words plus, instead of the 10,000-15,000 I was initially after. The good news for you is that I think it creates a richer, fuller Rogue universe (not, like a renegade universe--YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!) that I can explore in future books.

What's Next? What about JWATT 2?!
-I think I'm going to buckle down and get back to the JWATT universe with Corcoran Was a Time Traveler and Corcoran's Log. CWATT is the true sequel to JWATT, while Corcoran's Log is a companion piece to JWATT, told from the Commander's point of view, which has obviously been pretty damned fun for me. It gives you more of Corcoran's backstory, and fills in some of the blanks between the last two chapters of JWATT (and that's all I can really say about it without spoiling it).

I imagine that Corcoran's Log will probably be released a couple of weeks before CWATT, but I'm aiming for a fall release for both.

Other than that, I'm working on a bunch of exciting non-fiction and side projects that I'll announce as completed.

Thanks to everyone who's already checked out some of my stuff--definitely appreciate it!

-D.J.

D.J. Gelner is a fiction and freelance writer from St. Louis, Missouri. Check out his books, available at his Amazon Author Page and on Nook, iBooks, and Kobo. Follow him on twitter (@djgelner) or facebook (here). E-mail him at djgelbooks@gmail.com.

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

The Exciting Conclusion to "Hack": Innings 7-9

Okay, fun as it was, I think that's enough Star Wars lunacy for a while. Though I do like the idea for "Stream of Consciousness Sequels," or as I think I'm going to start calling them in the future, "Semi-Baked Sequels." Stay tuned for more...

But I digress. There are a fair number of copies of the first two Hack books out there. By-and-large, people seem to enjoy it, with the notable exception of one reviewer on Amazon, who apparently didn't care much for the twist at the end of Innings 1-3, yet still continued on to read 4-6. Eh, to each his own. I'll just take the high road and say, "Thanks for reading!"

I wouldn't say that there's been a huge outcry for the third book, but I've definitely received quite a bit of general interest in the third installment: "When's it going to be out?" "Is it only on Kindle?" "Can I get the whole thing in print? When?"

Let's see: Now, Yes (for now), Yes (depends on Createspace).

Hack: Innings 7-9 was approved in the wee hours this morning (Amazon link HERE), by far the quickest approval I've received from Amazon on a new book. Maybe they're used to my lunatic-like style at this point, or know I'm not just making erotic picture books (hey, I did say "just.")

For now, it's only available on Kindle. Unfortunately, due to Amazon's exclusivity rules, I can't put it up for borrowing on Amazon Prime, either--it's kind of complicated, but basically that would re-start the three month exclusive to Amazon period for The Complete Game, which I don't think would be fair to folks who have a Nook, Kobo, or iPad, and have patiently waited for the entire trilogy to be available on their devices. So sadly, for a month or so here, we're in a bit of a "worst of both worlds scenario," as it's only available electronically on Kindle, but you can't borrow the third installment on Prime. You can still borrow the first two installments; actually, borrowing the first one gets me a bigger royalty than buying it.

"Boo. So what's the upside?"

How about Innings 1-3 going completely free in a month or so?

You heard me: as soon as I can, I'm going to drop the price of Innings 1-3 to nothing. Zip. Nada. For my Canadian readers out there, zed.

Let me be clear: right now, only Kobo, Smashwords, and (maybe) Apple let me drop the price to free. But B&N and Amazon have been known to price match, even if it takes a while, so be on the lookout for that.

Additionally, Hack: The Complete Game should be up-and-running very shortly. If you got in on the giveaway of 1-3 and want to save a couple bucks on the rest of the series, or if you're just late to the party, the eBook version of the whole series is going to be $4.99, with the paperback weighing in at (I think) $13.95. The eBook will likely be out by the end of the week, while the paperback may take another week on top of that.

I hope those of you who have already gotten into the series enjoy the final installment. If you haven't yet, hey, there's still plenty of time. As those of us in the biz like to say, "eBooks are forever," so feel free to pick up a copy of The Complete Game in a few days' time and enjoy!

Thanks everyone--appreciate all who continue to enjoy Hack!

D.J. Gelner is a fiction and freelance writer from St. Louis, Missouri. Check out his books, available at his Amazon Author Page and on Nook, iBooks, and Kobo. Follow him on twitter (@djgelner) or facebook (here). E-mail him at djgelbooks@gmail.com.

Saturday, May 4, 2013

D.J.'s (Uncensored) Idea for the New Star Wars Movie


In one of the greatest oversights of my life, I only recently became aware that May 4th is considered “Star Wars Day,” because of a very nerdy, convoluted pun (“May the Forth be with you!”).

I know I’ve addressed my love for Star Wars on the old blog before, as well as one of the better episodes of the old podcast (warning: uh…language. Lots of it.). On this blog? Not so much, aside from the occasional riff buried somewhere in the Power Rankings.

Needless to say, as kids, my brother and I wore out a set of the remastered VHS tapes (pre-Lucas going nuts and changing everything on us—“Yub Nub” forever!). We’re big fans. We can just sort of hop in at any point during any one of the movies (yes, even the prequels, even though we hate 1 and 2—3 is just “okay”) and riff on it for the rest of the film, or if Spike is feeling particularly generous on a given weekend, multiple films.

When Disney bought the rights to the franchise from Lucasfilm, it rekindled my dream of being able to write a new Star Wars movie someday.

For now, you all will have to settle for Corcoran Was a Time Traveler at some point.

(Hey, I’m working toward it. Still need to iron a couple of plot points out in my head before jumping in).

I may never get the chance to write or direct a new Star Wars movie, but I do have a soapbox, damn it, At Wit’s End be thy name! So I spent a couple of hours rambling into the void took the time and effort to put together what I think a new Star Wars movie should be like. Warning: it’s pretty stream-of-consciousness and raw, but I think you’ll appreciate some of the twists and turns in store for our heroes, new and old alike. Enjoy!

D.J.’s Idea

Star Wars is in a weird place here because they took so long to make sequels, but want to have the old cast back to “pass the torch.” I mean, Han Solo is like 70 now. He can’t really have a wise-cracking, grinning son who’s anything younger than thirty, can he? Actually, what am I saying—he’s Han fucking Solo! He probably has an army of illegitimate kids across the galaxy!

But I digress. Also, no more awful, awful plot points involving trade disputes and other squabbles better left to the bureaucrats. If we see the senate at all, somebody better be fixin’ to Death Star somebody else’s planet to dust!

Enough of that. Assuming we go with the “same time has passed in the movie world as real time,” to make the actors’ progressions more believable, we’re looking at 30 years since the end of Return of the Jedi. The Empire has been vanquished, leaving an enormous power vacuum and a plucky group of Vietnam vet-looking types and fish people to pick up the pieces. Say what you will about the Emperor, but I doubt he let things like “paperwork” get in the way of running an efficient Empire, so building up the government just so folks have something to do all day, be it sorting papers or being rude to folks in the equivalent of the space DMV, probably is still on-going.

Han and Leia return triumphantly to Alderaa—eeeeeee. Yikes. Sorry about that.  Anyway, Han and Leia probably go to Coruscant, since, I imagine, Leia would likely have a pretty major role in the government, keeping the bloodthirsty and perceptive Admiral Ackbar and his beady-eyed, fish people minions in line.

The New Republic is arguing over a curious ship they found in orbit in a newly-charted system. No crew was found aboard, and the language on all of the consoles is foreign and indecipherable. Its transportation drive is unlike anything that they’ve ever seen, using stable interdimensional wormholes for travel instead of hyperdrive. It’s a lot safer and quicker since the ship need not plot out a course taking stars, planets, and other things that have gravitational fields into account. It doesn’t hurt that this thing is armed to the teeth, with enough firepower to destroy a fleet of old Star Destroyers.

Three planets lay claim to the ship for various reasons (it’s in one’s territory, one found it first, one is the Gungans, etc.—don’t spend more than a line on these). One of these planets is probably Naboo, and one is Kashyyyk, since wookies are finally starting to get their shit together and want to become galactic power players.

 Leia wants to study the ship as a Republic. She sees this ship as the unifying project she’s been looking for for 30 years now that can heal all of the old scars starting to bubble to the surface. Unfortunately, everyone else thinks she’s soft, especially Ackbar, who sees the ship as just the thing to boost the Republic’s rapidly-fading army of outdated Imperial and Rebel ships.

At the end of the short argument, one of the Wookies pops off at Jar Jar (“eat chum, fish head!”) and Naboo and Kashyyyk are on the brink of war. The maniacal new Queen of Naboo (played by ScarJo if we can get her since she’s hot and can act) is looking for any reason to go to war with the Gungans so that her people can start harvesting the sea.

Left with ample time in the day as a house husband, Han quickly gets bored of drinking bourbon alone and writing his memoirs and rings up his old buddy, Lando, to join forces again and start a gambling den/cantina of ill repute somewhere in the red light district. Lando messes around with Han a bit before calling him “You Old Pirate!” again, and agreeing to join up.

Meanwhile, Luke is in charge of rebuilding the Jedi Council. He complains to Leia about how “whiny” and “annoying” all of these Jedi are nowadays. Leia responds, “Bitch, I’m tryin’ to run a galaxy here!”, leaving Luke to teach up-and-coming Jedi to scour the caves of Dantooine for crystals to build new lightsabers, and spout off nonsensical platitudes like Yoda, even though by now he’s had a chance to read up on the Jedi Council records and realizes what a hypocritical coward Yoda was for walking away from the battle with the Emperor, and condemning billions of people to die in the ensuing thirty years, but whatever.

One of his apprentices is a wookie (Chewbacca Jr.? Sure, why not?), because wookies are badass. Another one, though, is the same race as Darth Maul (according to Wookiepedia, they’re called “Zabraks” or “Iridonians”), which nobody realizes since only Ghost Obi Wan would be able to make the connection, and Luke calls upon him sparingly because it’s totally weird to see Ewan MacGregor in old man makeup trying to impersonate Alec Guinness.

This new Zabrak apprentice wields a familiar double-edged blade, and is the only one whose natural ability matches Luke’s. Luke feels bad for the youngster and takes him under his wing, hoping that, some day, he can be groomed to take over the Jedi Council.

Han and Leia’s kids are also there because, “durr…nepotism”, even though they’re not very good at being Jedis. This is proven when Han’s smart-ass grandkid pops off to Chewie Jr., and Chewie Jr. owns him in a lightsaber fight, only interrupted when Luke forces them apart. Zabrak guy watches and smiles. Luke tells all of them that he’s giving them a few weeks off to settle down—go home, chill out, and come back ready to learn.

Meanwhile, Han is having a great time with Lando on Coruscant, and making a fortune at it. 3P0 and R2 do what they’re best at—hiding in plain sight, pointing out card counters and cheats, and calculating odds at tables so that Han knows when to shut a table down. Han gets really loaded one night and dials up Chewie, who’s left his youthful indiscretions behind to lead the Wookies back on Kashyyyk. Han’s like, “Chewie, my man, you’re missing out here. Lando—“ Chewie still goes nuts at hearing Lando’s name—“Alright, alright, but you’re missing out, buddy.” Chewie hangs up the phone. He sighs and his mate asks him “Who was that?” “An old friend, from another life,” Chewie answers.

Leia comes home to find Han passed out on the couch, drunk as Billy Joel behind the wheel on third avenue. She slaps him once across the face, and he wakes up. They fight, Leia’s like, “I’m trying to hold this government together, with that stupid Jar Jar Binks and his cronies up my ass, and I have to come home to—“ Han interrupts and kisses her. They have old person sex off-camera (or on? The ball’s in your court, Disney…).

Admiral Ackbar is out on a tour of the galaxy, trying to drum up support for a career in politics to seize the ship for the army’s purposes. The galaxy is split basically half-and-half between him and Leia. He goes to a crucial swing planet—Korriban, the traditional homeworld of the Sith—to try to get their vote. When his ship enters orbit, there’s already a Star Destroyer there, which isn’t too weird, since the Republic uses them now, too. What is weird is that it ignores hails and keeps creeping closer…and closer…and closer…until a shadowy figure in a dark cloak responds with an evil grin, and unleashes an attack that cripples Ackbar’s ship, and causes it to crash on Korriban.

The senate is outraged! Ackbar was right! We need a stronger military! Oddly enough, Leia gets her way through Ackbar’s policies, as the senate unites around Ackbar’s cause, though the Nabooites, Gungans, and Wookies remain at each other’s throats. Leia decides to send a fleet to Korriban to counter this attack.

Meanwhile, back on Dantooine, vacation’s over. Han III asks Zabrak guy what he did over break, and Zabrak gives Han III a knowing smile. Han Jr. hasn’t learned his lesson yet, and makes some horrible Wookie slave joke to Chewie Jr., who flies into a rage. Sensing an opportunity,  Zabrak guy steps in and fights Chewie Jr. in a badass lightsaber battle that takes a while, and ends with Zabrak about to lop off Chewie Jr.’s head. Only Luke jabbing his lightsaber in at the last second saves Chewie Jr. Not having learned the lesson of the Council before him, instead of trying to rehab the Zabrak guy, Luke tearfully kicks him out of the Jedi Academy for giving in to his emotions, even though that’s what ultimately helped him defeat Vader in Empire.

Han and Lando have a run-in with one of the Hutts in their gaming establishment. This Hutt is still pissed about losing Jabba, and makes no secret of the fact that he’s planning on putting Han out of business, Danny Ocean style. Though 3PO and R2 thwart his plan, the Hutt is left crippled and embarrassed in the ensuing firefight, and vows to kill Han.

Since things are a bit hot on Coruscant, Han plays up the “loving husband” routine, and asks to personally lead the assault on Korriban. “I’m a general!” Han says. “You’re an old fool!” Leia retorts. “An old fool I don’t want to lose.” Han sweet-talks her with something better than “your skin is smooth, not like the sand…”, and she relents, and lets Han and Lando lead the charge.

The new command sobers Han up, and he realizes that all along, he just needed a cause. He feels bad for being such an ass to Leia, and to repay her, he contacts Chewie and convinces him to get together with the Queen of Naboo and Jar Jar on the flagship on the way to the assault, to show solidarity between the three people. Growing weary of the day-to-day banality of rebuilding Kashyyyk and itching for action, agrees. Jar Jar agrees because he’s a moron, and Queen ScarJo of Naboo agrees with her own knowing smile.

Figuring they might need some ground support, Leia asks Luke to provide them with some Jedi Knights. Luke says that no one’s ready, except for himself and (sort of) Leia. Leia says, “I’m too old for this shit,” and says her grandkids can do just as well. Luke delicately tells her, “Um…no.” Leia’s conflicted; she wants them to become Masters, but doesn’t want them to be in harm’s way. She consults the Force for guidance, and it gives her some kind of cryptic platitude, like, “The only way they will know their true selves is to go to Korriban.” She presses Luke, and Luke agrees to take Han III and Leia III along for the ride, though Chewie Jr. is going to be his second-in-command.

The armada gets underway. ScarJo talks to Chewie but is unreasonable in her demands, and, quite frankly, sort of racist about Wookies. Jar Jar is dumb all the while.  Nonetheless, Chewie takes the high road, and negotiates a settlement; Naboo will reverse-engineer the weapons, while the wookies get the advanced propulsion. Chewie wants to prove to the rest of the galaxy that wookies are more than backwards animals, and besides, the Nabooites seem like a peaceful enough lot. What could possibly go wrong by giving them weapons? All sides sign the treaty, and Leia breathes a huge sigh of relief.

 They get into orbit around Coruscant. Someone goes to wake up Queen ScarJo. She’s gone. “Someone kidnapped the Queen!” The Nabooites blame the Wookies. This pisses off Chewie. Leia sends 3PO and R2 to look into it, and they find that a small craft was launched to Korriban sometime earlier that morning. She sends Luke and Jedi Squad to investigate.

They leave for the planet, and the souped-up Star Destroyer appears again. It blasts right through one of the Republic ships like paper. A massive firefight ensues.

Meanwhile, Luke and co. start poking around the Sith ruins on Korriban, and hear Queen ScarJo’s cries for help. They eventually end up in the Grand Hall of the Sith, which is, as you can imagine, pretty creepy. Queen ScarJo is like, “Oh, thank you, Master Jedi!” as Luke unchains her. Luke says, “No problem.” He kind of has a crush on her.

As soon as she’s free, the shadowy figure from the Star Destroyer emerges—it’s Zabrak apprentice guy. Luke realizes his big mistake. Luke pleads with Zabrak guy to see the error of his ways. Zabrak guy gives Luke a lecture on the hypocrisy of the Jedi, and how they preach patience, celibacy, and virtue, while engaging in petty politics and condescension. Luke says, “You’re wrong!,” and Leia III and Chewie Jr. agree with him. But Han III likes what he hears. Luke says he’s taking Queen ScarJo and going.

From one of the tunnels, a raspy voice is heard laughing. Another cloaked figure emerges: It’s Ackbar.

Queen ScarJo runs to his side. “Admiral Ackbar! How could you!” Luke says. “Decorated war hero, with--!” “Without any more wars to fight!” Akbar says. He set up the crash on Korriban to garner support for his hawkish policies, and allied with Queen ScarJo since they had a common aim—appropriating the advanced weapons technology from the ship as their own. They stole the technology, and as soon as Chewie, ScarJo, and Jar Jar signed the treaty, they had legal authority to use it against whomever they pleased, including the Republic.

Luke is stunned. He’s even more stunned when ScarJo and Ackbar start making out. Then the room floods with Sith apprentices, trained by Zabrak guy and (potentially) Ackbar. A major lightsaber fight ensues, with Luke, Chewie Jr., and Leia III generally getting the better of the apprentices. Though Han III fights with them, Zabrak guy keeps getting inside his head, and telling him to give into his feelings, he’ll be much stronger if he does.

“Enough!” Zabrak guy yells. “My quarrel is only with one here today!” He takes on Luke, one-on-one as everyone else watches. Both are fairly evenly matched; what physical abilities Luke has lost to age he makes up for in smarts and force powers. He has Zabrak guy dead-to-rights, the high ground, everything. We see Luke raise his sword, but he deactivates it…and a split second later, a green lightsaber blade plunges through his chest.

It’s Han III.

“NOOO! YOU CAN’T KILL LUKE SKYWALKER!” Sure I can. Chewie Jr. flies into a rage as Leia III is sick with shock and anger. It’s all Chewie Jr. can do to fight his way out of the caves, carrying Leia III over his shoulder while Akbar, ScarJo, Zabrak Sith and Han III laugh in their faces. The Sith have been reestablished, though curiously, they can’t find Luke’s body anywhere in the cavern…

Chewie Jr. and Leia III jet off in the same craft that Queen ScarJo took to the planet’s surface. Meanwhile, in space, Han, Lando, and Chewie are leading a huge space battle against the powerful Star Destroyer and a squadron of new-and-improved TIE fighters. Lots of cool maneuvers and explosions abound. The Star Destroyer is very powerful, huge laser barrels and whatnot. Han keeps scanning them for weaknesses. Finally, he finds one; the laser barrels themselves. He orders ships to concentrate fire down the barrels of the huge guns. It works; a torpedo gets inside and cripples most of the ship. It high-tails it to the far side of the planet, and Han pursues, only to find (in a great shot with the red sun rising over Korriban) that a flotilla of similar Star Destroyers awaits!

Han orders a retreat as Chewie Jr. and Leia III run to the bridge. Han and Leia are devastated. “Where’s Luke? Where’s Han III?” they ask. Fearing the truth would kill them, Leia III says, “They’re dead.” Leia is devastated. She resigns immediately, and reluctantly takes control of the Jedi Academy, promoting Chewie Jr. and Leia III to Master. Han hits the bottle again, but lets Leia persuade him to take her spot in the senate. Chewie realizes he’s of more use to his people on Coriscant, and joins them there.

Han immediately reneges on the agreement signed before the battle, and orders the derelict ship to Coruscant to be secured and studied by loyalist scientists. The senate falls into a rabble, the first hint that the new senate might unravel wholesale. The final shot is of Han, Leia, Chewie, Chewie Jr., Leia III, and Lando looking out into the stars, a la Empire, but in the foreground is the derelict ship. Instead of washing to credits, the camera zooms in…and in…and in…to a hidden compartment on the ship, containing several skeletons. Human skeletons wearing bright blue jumpsuits. And on the arm? A single patch.

An American flag.

“DAH! Da-da, da-da, da-duh-da-dah! Da-da, da-da, da-duh-da-dah! Duh-duh-duh-DAAAAH-da, duh-duh-do-DAAAAH-da…”

It’s dark, to be sure. And, again, apologize for the stream-of-consciousness of it all, but kind of a cool story, right? Right? DEAR GOD, RIGHT!?!

D.J. Gelner is a fiction and freelance writer from St. Louis, Missouri. Check out his books, available at his Amazon Author Page and on Nook, iBooks, and Kobo. Follow him on twitter (@djgelner) or facebook (here). E-mail him at djgelbooks@gmail.com.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

DJ's 2013 NFL Mock Draft

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 I fully realize I’ve been neglecting football as of late. I don’t really have a good excuse, other than I’ve been focused on finishing up Hack, working on other fiction projects, and working hard behind the scenes on a super-secret business project.

Other than that, I’m bored out of my mind!

Seriously, though, it’s about time for me to take a good look at the draft. I think the days where I looked forward to the draft like a second Christmas are in the distant past. I could probably do an entire post about that alone, but long story short, once you’ve been out at Rams Park for a draft and seen how the sausage is made, it kind of takes the mystery out of the whole process, like seeing the unshaven, lecherous fifty-year-old in the Mickey Mouse costume smoking a cig without his mouse head on.

Nonetheless, I’ve still been following all of the draft programming pretty religiously; if it gets me to flip on ESPN these days, it must be kind of a big deal! 

This year's annual selection meeting has the added bonus of two first round picks for the home team, which I think may come into play more than one might think.

Of course, I have no idea how this is going to unfold. Neither do the countless other analysts who mock out drafts ahead of time. Currently, there are more smokescreens around the league than at a ninja convention.

Nonetheless, it helps me prepare for draft night (and a possible live blog? Hmm…) to do one of these, so read on if you find it interesting. If not, I’ll be back with more general tomfoolery shortly.

1. Kansas City Chiefs: Luke Joeckel, OT Texas A&M
I don’t like that the Chiefs are waffling on this pick. It screams “We’re terrified to fuck up;” remember, the last people who played the coy, “Oooooooh, I don’t know!” card when they had the first overall pick were the Billy Devaney-led Rams, and we all know how that one turned out…

It’s a decidedly non-Chiefs pick, which is why I think their representative will either be possessed by a demon or will otherwise develop some weird written form of Tourette’s on the way to the podium, scratch Joeckel’s name out, and write down “Alec Ogletree, LB Georgia” before turning it in.

2. Jacksonville Jaguars: Dion Jordan, OLB Oregon
Did nobody else see this incredibly depressing picture from NFL Network? I mean, fortunately Christmas Ape over at KSK did a fine job skewering the Jags, but it’s pretty ridiculous. Not that it’s terribly out of character for the Jags; I imagine if K.C. did take Ogletree in the ridiculous scenario above, one of the two guys in the war room would curl up into the fetal position, while the other one would shit his pants. Ah, to work for a team whose budget for the scouting department roughly equals that of the St. Francis High School Bake sale. What am I saying? At least the bake sale had tablecloths!

Jordan is fast, he’s a safe pick, and he’ll be an impact player on a Jags team that sorely needs it. Shad Khan is smart enough to know that he could sell a lot more tickets by trading for Tim Tebow than by drafting Geno Smith, record be damned. That’s why Jordan has to be the pick.

3. Oakland Raiders: Shariff Floyd, DT Florida
Uh…anyone want this pick? I mean anyone? The Raiders are looking to trade down, and a late and baseless rumor mentioned late Tuesday night that none other than the hometown (for now) Rams were calling on the Raiders’ pick. Too early for Tavon? Not if you think that snake-like Chip Kelly covets the dynamic young receiver.

I think the Raiders will have to stay put and take Floyd, who has a reputation for being a mean cuss on the field. He’ll fit right in in Oakland.

4. Philadelphia Eagles: DT Star Lotuleilei, DT Utah
The more I hear that the Eagles are blowing sunshine up Lotuleilei’s ass, the more I tend to not believe that they’re as enamored with the hulking defensive lineman as some may have you believe. However, according to “multiple sources,” they’re hot-and-heavy on him, so he’s probably the pick at four in this scenario.

5. Detroit Lions: OT Eric Fisher, Central Michigan
Calvin Johnson is great, Matt Stafford is fine, and somehow the Lions have managed to cobble together a serviceable running game out of 653 second round RB picks. They need help on defense, but they need more help at tackle to allow Stafford to keep getting the ball to Johnson. Fisher is a fantastic value at five and should man one of the tackle spots for Detroit for years to come.

6. Cleveland Browns: DE/LB Ezekiel Ansah, BYU
The way pundits talk about Zeke Ansah, you would think he was Carlos Blanka from Street Fighter II, left in the Amazon to fend for himself after a tragic plane crash. I mean, sure the guy is raw—he’s only played three years of football period. But it's not like he's unaccustomed to the customs of man, or anything like that. At least I don't think that's the case...

By all accounts, Ansah's a physical monster who had a ton of tackles for loss last season to go along with mediocre sack numbers. As a GM, I actually like that stat—TFLs mean he’s blowing up run blockers and getting into the backfield. Pass rush technique can, to a degree, be taught. A fine pick for the new look Browns and their already cursed owner.

7. Arizona Cardinals: T Lane Johnson, Oklahoma
Geno Smith sure looks intriguing here, but I think the Cardinals will foolishly fall under Carson Palmer’s siren song and forego the developmental project at quarterback...for now. I mean, seriously, Carson Palmer hasn’t been good for what? Three years now? And teams still want him? If you’re looking for El Dorado, the Fountain of Youth, or starting up a pesticide business, sure. But as a QB? No thanks.

To keep him upright, I think they’ll pounce on Lane Johnson if he's there. Levi Brown is coming off a major injury, and their offensive line couldn’t stop anyone last year. The other option here is a trade down.

8. St. Louis Rams (from Buffalo): WR Tavon Austin, West Virginia
As I mentioned on the Joe Roderick Show Tuesday during our "Mocking the Draft" tomfoolery, this trade makes too much sense. The Bills move back and still nab Ryan Nassib, and the Rams jump up to take the playmaker they desperately crave. In his pre-draft presser on Monday, Jeff Fisher mentioned something about “we could move up with one [first round pick] and down with the other.” I think that’s exactly what they’re planning on doing. Reading between the lines, they love Austin, and Fisher isn’t the type to repeat a mistake after losing the coveted Justin Blackmon last year when he was jumped by Jacksonville. This time, he’ll make sure the Rams are the ones doing the jumping.

9. New York Jets: QB Geno Smith, West Virginia
With Tim Tebow all but gone and Mark Sanchez a shattered husk of a man, the Jets aren’t going to go into the season with David Garrard as their starting QB. Rex Ryan’s a bit of a gambler; he may wait until the second round to target E.J. Manuel. But I think if Geno’s on the board here, they won’t risk someone jumping them to take him before their pick at 13 overall, where they could still likely get coveted OLB/DE hybrid Barkevious Mingo. Though Smith might see action sooner than anyone would want him to (since Sanchez and Garrard aren’t exactly “prime options” at QB), I do think he’s probably the best of a sorry group at QB this year.

10. Tennessee Titans: CB Dee Milliner, Alabama
If I had to guess, I’d say that the rumors about Milliner not being able to play at the beginning of training camp came directly out of Nashville. Even with their gaping hole on the interior line, I’ve heard that Tennessee is the “hard stop” for Milliner, who is the top corner in this draft, but who also has some questions to answer about his ballhawking abilities. Mike Munchak apparently likes Milliner enough to try to answer those queries.

11. San Diego Chargers: OLB Jarvis Jones, Georgia
Jarvis Jones is a monster. You get the feeling that he’s the Voldemort of this draft: teams are afraid to even put his name out there in the fear that some other team will manifest him on their draft card. He’d fit perfectly as a 3-4 rush linebacker in John Pagano’s defense.

12. Miami Dolphins: CB D.J. Hayden, Houston
I wouldn’t be shocked if the Dolphins traded this pick. I also wouldn’t be shocked if GM Jeff Ireland did just about anything during the draft, ranging from helping an Amish community raise a barn to putting on a Christian Bale-worn costume from The Dark Knight and running around Miami Beach, proclaiming to all onlookers, “I am Batman!” Assuming they get a deal done with Kansas City for disgruntled T Brandon Albert, Ireland will seize on the late-rising Hayden like a bum on a bottle of gin.

13. New York Jets: OLB/DE Barkevious Mingo, LSU
Can we please come up with a different designation for these 3-4 pass rushers than “DE/OLB”? I mean, we all know he’ll be that guy who sometimes puts his hand down in the pros. I would suggest “PR” for “pass rusher,” but it also stands for “punt returner.” Any other suggestions are welcome.

As far as the pick goes, the Jets have made no secret of their love for Mingo. Aside from having one of the great names in the draft, he’s a fine pick who should strike fear into every opposing quarterback not named “Tom Brady.”

14. Carolina Panthers: DT Sheldon Richardson, Mizzou
I figure the Panthers panic here: Steve Smith will retire in a year or two, and they need another combustible personality to make headlines.

Seriously, though, Richardson has a well-documented mean streak that would serve the soft Panthers defense well. He’s the type of guy who’ll “inspire” some of his softer counterparts to loftier heights…by any means necessary…like a well-timed, "just bustin' your BALLS!" punch to the junk. Hey, Steve Smith needs a regulator on defense!

15. Dallas Cowboys (from New Orleans): S Kenny Vaccaro, Texas
Everybody knows that the Cowboys are hot for Vaccaro—red hot! Why not flirt a little bit, Jerry Jones? Prime the pump, play hard-to-get. In his interview with the Cowboys, Vaccaro was probably like, “You know, I’m the best safety in the draft this year, right?” What Jerry Jones should’ve said is, “Yeah, you’re great-I doubt anyone notices that wonky eye.” What he probably said was closer to, “Marry me and treat me like a doormat.” Maybe he should get together with fictional Ben Roethlisberger…

16. Buffalo Bills (from St. Louis): QB Ryan Nassib, Syracuse
The Bills get the coach’s son quarterback they covet in Nassib, because quite frankly every other team in the draft has a second or third round grade on him. Actually, I suppose I shouldn’t paint with such a broad brush; the Jags probably had him ranked in the top five, right between “Purple” and a cock-eyed smiley face.

17. Atlanta Falcons (from Pittsburgh): TE Tyler Eifert, Notre Dame
A lot of mocks have Pittsburgh staying put and taking Eifert themselves. I think Jim Thomas (who I have a ton of respect for) had a comment in the beat writer mock draft like, “Heath Miller’s 30, so Eifert makes sense here.” What is this, Logan’s Run? Since when is thirty considered “over the hill?”

To be fair, Jim did mention that Heath Miller was coming off major knee surgery, too, and maybe I’m a bit sensitive about my own pending thirtieth birthday less than a month from now, but I’ll conveniently ignore facts as necessary—I’ve learned that more than anything, that’s the mark of a good draft analyst!

The Falcons, on the other hand, need someone to take over for Tony Gonzalez, who has another year in him, tops. They love Eifert, and would love to trade up for him.

18. New Orleans Saints (from Dallas): CB Xavier Rhodes, Florida State
I think they’ll end up taking Rhodes one way or another (if he lasts this long—he’s a guy, like Jones and Mingo, that it seems like teams think will fall to them if they close their eyes really tight and never mention him). The only other pick that makes sense is DT Sylvester Williams, who would be fine, but I think given the shambles that their secondary became under Spags, they’d be well-served to take Rhodes.

19. New York Giants: G Chance Warmack, Alabama
The Giants are hurting for a corner, but they can pick up one or two later in the draft. GM Jerry Reese loves taking value picks when players drop, and for some reason in this mock, Warmack falls all the way to 19. I just hope that Warmack enjoys battling interdimensional aliens in trenches somewhere in suburban New Jersey as much as he loves run blocking…(if you don’t get that one, read through the Power Rankings archives a bit. Go on, we’ll wait…).

20. Chicago Bears: G/C Jonathan Cooper, North Carolina
The Catfish is tempting here, as is D.J. Fluker, but they signed Jermon BUSH-RODDDDD!!! (I like to imagine Mr. Spacely from The Jetsons screaming his name every time I hear it), and they could use a little interior line help. Some teams like Cooper’s athleticism and versatility more than Warmack. He’d be a huge get for the Bears at 20.

21. Arizona Cardinals (from Cincinnati): QB Matt Barkley, USC
There’s not a great fit here for the Bengals, so it could make sense for them to trade down with a QB-needy team like the Cardinals, unless they fall in love with a guy like LSU safety Eric Reed, Jerry Jones-style. Sadly, despite earlier reports to the contrary, Carson Palmer has not, in fact, found the Fountain of Youth in a bus station men’s room in Miami. The Cardinals very much need a quarterback, and their earlier experience with Matt Leinart isn’t enough to scare them away from Owen Wilson Barkley.

22. Cleveland Browns (from St. Louis): QB E.J. Manuel, Florida State
Call me crazy, but I think the Vikings are just cagey enough to pull a deep smokescreen like they did last season by touting CB Mo Claiborne for weeks and weeks…right up until they picked T Matt Kalil. Everyone knows that Christian Ponder isn’t the answer at QB for the Vikes, and Joe Webb was wildly disappointing when pressed into service in last year’s playoff loss to the Packers.

All this is a long-winded way of saying that in this scenario, if a team wants to jump up to get the last okay-ish QB before a big cliff, they’ll have to jump the Vikings. It’s a toss up between the Browns and the Eagles, but the Browns are desperate enough to throw in an extra pick or two, and get the intriguing Manuel at 22.

23. Minnesota Vikings: WR DeAndre Hopkins, Clemson
Even though the Vikes miss out on Manuel here, Hopkins is a late-riser, and would be a fine fit opposite Greg Jennings in Minnesota. They need weapons to compliment Adrian Peterson, and Hopkins fits the bill.

24. Indianapolis Colts: DT Sylvester Williams, North Carolina
The Colts need help on the defensive line, and Williams fits the bill for them at 24. They can wait until the second round to address their secondary and their need for a running back (Montee Ball, anyone?).

25. Minnesota Vikings: ILB Manti Te’O, Notre Dame
Hey now! Let the boat parties begin again! Though something tells me they’ll be a little different than the parties Daunte Culpepper and Fred Smoot threw...

The Vikings need Te'O, he needs a low profile like he’d be afforded in Minneapolis, it’s win-win. Let’s go catfishing, Ziggy!

26. Green Bay Packers: WR Justin Hunter, Tennessee
A lot of folks have Cordarelle Patterson going somewhere in the first round, which is odd because it seems like every analyst out there dislikes Patterson. “He only had one good year!” “He’s got the bird legs!”

Count me in—not a fan of Patterson at all. The Packers are smart, so I think they’ll go for the superior Tennessee wideout. Even if he’s a project, they’ve shown they can develop wide receivers up in Green Bay. Add him to the assembly line.

27. Houston Texans: LB Alec Ogletree, Georgia
Everyone has the Texans taking a wideout, just like they’ve had the Texans taking a wideout for the past several years. Last year, it was supposed to be Kendall Wright.

They took OLB Whitney Mercilus.

I think they’ll (smartly) think there isn’t value at wideout here, so they’ll take Ogletree, who could slide inside in their 3-4 and give them one of the deepest linebacking corps in the league.

28. Denver Broncos: DE Bjoern Werner, Florida State
After getting Wes Welker in the offseason, the Broncos continue their Aryan ways by taking Bjoern Werner to make up for their egregious clerical error that lost them pass rusher Elvis Dumervil. Werner is a gen-u-ine German, so they’ll probably take him for the sole reason that he’ll walk around the complex, constantly asking everyone ominously, “Papers, please…” with his hand out. Any contributions on the field will be purely ancillary.

29. New England Patriots: CB Desmond Trufant, Washington
The Pats could use depth in their secondary, and even though they’ve been giving a lot of love to Boise State CB Jamar Taylor, I think Trufant is the better prospect. Bill Belichick likely gets off on all of the deception and smokescreens this time of year, so I imagine he’ll gladly extend a middle finger to everyone. That wasn’t even in reference to the pick—he just flips people off for fun.

30. Pittsburgh Steelers (from Atlanta): T D.J. Fluker, Alabama
Well whattayaknow? The Steelers drop thirteen spots and end up with the guy they would’ve taken at seventeen anyway. Pittsburgh’s o-line is in a constant state of flux, and is good for three or four devastating injuries a year, so they can always use another lineman. That goes double for Fluker, who can slide inside to guard if Mike Adams puts it together.

31. San Francisco 49ers: S Eric Reed, LSU
What do you get the team that already has it all? Hopefully not a trade into the top seven to take Tavon Austin, which they are allegedly seriously considering with their plethora of draft picks. If they stay put, a safety like Reed could help replace Dashon Goldson.

32. Baltimore Ravens: WR Cordarelle Patterson, Tennessee
Blah. I guess he has to go here. The Ravens don’t fit well here, so they might trade down. Barring that, I guess GM Ozzie Newsome will take the consensus best value on the board, and take the enigmatic, bird-legged receiver from Tennessee to complement Torrey Smith. They really should trade down, though.

Whatever. Patterson will just become Joe Flacco's latest victim target.

(Not sure that's any better...)

So that’s it. Wow, 3,200 words. Do I really do more than this every week during the season? Might need to cut back a bit this season.

/Cut to the 7,500 word 2013 Week One Power Rankings

What can I say—I’m addicted to writing. Could be worse…

Enjoy the draft, everyone. I’ll try to check in on twitter from time-to-time, but that damned site spoils picks worse than Chris Berman. I might also try to live-blog it, but no promises—if it’s not up by an hour into the draft, it’s probably not happening. You’ve been warned…

D.J. Gelner is a fiction and freelance writer from St. Louis, Missouri. Check out his books, available at his Amazon Author Page and on Nook, iBooks, and Kobo. Follow him on twitter (@djgelner) or facebook (here). E-mail him at djgelbooks@gmail.com.


Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Why Indie Writers Shouldn’t Waste Money On Formatters and Other “Necessary” Services

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[Ed's Note: this post is also featured on my writing blog: Publish Like a Drug Dealer]

All of the cool kids are telling indie writers the same things: hire a cover artist. Hire an editor. Hire a separate proofreader to catch typos. Hire the best damned formatter you can find to make sure your books look “beautiful” on an e-reader.

In the words of the immortal Dr. Leonard McCoy in Star Trek IV: “Now wait just a goddamned minute.”

Let me be clear: as an indie writer, you owe it not only to other indie writers but also to yourself to make your work as professional as possible. Typo-ridden books and wholly amateur-looking covers just drag the collective names of indie writers through the muck.

Cover design is especially important because it’s one of the few pieces of marketing that actually can help or hurt sales. I splurged on my cover for Jesus Was a Time Traveler by going with DerekMurphy of Creative Indie cover designs. You know how much it cost me? $350 smackaroos. Do I regret it? Not for even half a second. All of the compliments I’ve received on the “stunning” artwork and “striking” cover design (especially in print) combined with the (more importantly) slowly-building sales have, if anything, confirmed my choice.

(By the way, a big thanks to Derek for putting up with the pain in the ass I was this past fall while figuring out how to publish my first book—next time, I’ll be a far better client, I promise!).

While it was totally worth it for that particular project, I quickly realized that $350 (or $550 now that he’s wisely raised the price) on a cover for every project would cause my war chest to dwindle at an alarming rate. Instead, I took a deep breath and shelled out a one-time $300 to take DWS’s cover class, and paid the $20 a month to subscribe to InDesign.

I’m not gonna lie: I’m no Derek Murphy. But given the sales of Hack, and the “passable” quality of the cover for Rogue, I think it was certainly a wise investment.

In the same way, we constantly hear as newbie indie writers, “You must get an editor.”

Uh…I don’t know about that.

At least not in my experience.

Granted, I practiced as an attorney at a big law firm for two-and-a-half years, and got a fair number of my “million words” out of me there. I worked as a beat reporter/columnist following an NFL team for an entire season (and when that team is the 2011 St. Louis Rams, it sure seemed like three or four seasons), a gig that required me to proof every one of the 15,000 or so words I'd write every week.

Fiction-wise, I wrote a 8,000 word, largely masturbatory piece of therapy of a “short story” that will never see the light of day. I wrote 150,000 words of fiction that needs a ton of work to be made into three 75,000 word novels (which is what the project should’ve been in the first place. Now about those 75,000 extra words…).

Through it all, I learned how to (1) write quickly and coherently with a minimum of typos, and (2) edit my stuff in my head as I go along. I don’t know which former career of mine was more helpful: being a lawyer, or being a beat reporter. I do think that some of the more verbose budding indie writers would be well-served to take a quick-and-dirty legal writing seminar, if only to learn how to eliminate needless words. Definitely get out before they suck all of the creativity out of you, though…

It all just underscores my point: instead of paying an editor hundreds of dollars a pop, wouldn’t you be better served finding some excellent beta readers and taking a few classes that would give you a shortcut to the same skills it took me countless misplaced hours to develop?

I mean, sure you might spend a couple hundred dollars up-front, but then you’ll gain the skills necessary to lower your costs from that point forward. To use an accounting term (which I’m loathe to do since I hated accounting class, but I digress…), you can then amortize the cost of those classes out over the span of your next several books, which lowers the per-book cost of said endeavors.

Another relevant concept is the Pareto principle, the idea that 80% of the effects come from 20% of the causes. Put another way: 80% of the value in any given endeavor comes from 20% of the work.

Which is where formatters come in.

“You can’t possibly put out an ebook without big letters at the start of every chapter!” the naysayers will cry.

Actually, you can. I have. It’s okay: people will still buy the book.

Formatting, on its face, seems like a huge pain in the ass. HTML? I can barely italicize book titles on Goodreads. Not to mention Smashwords’ ridiculous “Meat Grinder,” which has caused indie writers more misery than an abrupt Amazon algorithm change.

I’ll be honest: I’m one of the oldest “Millenials” out there. I’ve read a bunch of stuff online that says we’re supposed to be lazy. So in my never-ending pursuit of the path of least resistance, and after being frustrated to no end with writing a 150,000 word manuscript in Word, I looked for a program that could export .mobi and .epub files natively.

Enter Scrivener.

I don’t get paid by Scrivener, which is a damned shame. I would love to be paid as chief shill for Scrivener, but so far Literature and Latte hasn’t come calling. Whatevs. I like their product so much, I’ll do it for nothing.

When I found out that Scrivener outputs .mobi and .epub files, I was sold. All it cost me was $50 or so.

Based on all of the scare-mongering online, I was worried that what it would export would be some bastard Frankenstein of a manuscript. Not the Mary Shelley novel—that would actually be awesome if it could gin up a similarly excellent novel just for me.

To show the depths of my paranoia, I even bought a new Nook to make sure that the output displayed properly on an .epub device—and right before B&N lowered the price around the holidays (cue Kyle: “You bastards!”).

Warning: I invested my time (all of twenty minutes) in watching the two big “compile” tutorials Scrivener puts out. A brave sacrifice, to be sure, but one that I gritted my teeth through, nonetheless.

I uploaded the output to both my Kindle and my shiny new Nook shaking with anticipation.  I eagerly thumbed through one chapter…then another. The suspense absolutely killed me.

What I found confused the hell out of me.

No problems.

There was an odd ellipses or em-dash “the text is all spread out!” gaffe that was easily fixable with a space.

And no, my chapters didn’t start with enormous, “Olde English” letters.

But it was a perfectly acceptable, professional product.

It was certainly within the “80%” passable margin. I don’t think an extra couple hundred of bucks would’ve increased sales any, outside of folks who really get into book interiors.

“My goodness, Reginald, I do believe that’s a giant Lucidia Blackletter ‘G’ at the beginning of this chapter—that author is certainly a professional!”

Book snobs notwithstanding, I felt pretty damned good.

Since then, I’ve been a tireless advocate of Scrivener. A fifty dollar program that can repeatedly do what some formatters charge $100 to do per book? Sign me up.

Andy Kessler wrote a book called Eat People, about how truly disruptive new technologies and industries thrive because they decrease the need for human labor in one way or another (hence “eating” people).

Up until now, the indie book revolution has been a gold rush. Sure the Hugh Howeys and Amanda Hockings of the world have (rightly so) made millions off of this new industry, which inspires countless others to try their hands at indie pubbing.

But a lot more people are making a ton of money selling a lot of prospectors pick axes and gold pans while a lot of folks are just sifting dirt.

I think as indie writers, we need to eat some of these people.

That’s not to say that the whole industry of indie author services is a sham—there is some value out there! Classes, run properly, absolutely can be worth it, as they teach you skills to cut out more vendors in the process. I can only vouch for Dean’s cover class (co-taught by his very capable designer Alison), but there are also other reputable teachers out there, a virtual treasure trove of knowledge that is available for a one-time fee.

Marketing is another tricky subject. I'm flat-out no good at it, but I've also found that the current alternatives and book marketing sites haven't been worth what I've paid. There's a big void between ebook readers and indie writers that is begging to be filled. That said, there are a lot of predatory book marketing sites out there. Make sure that you vet the one (or two) you choose and make sure their focus is on building up a base of readers from which to draw.

And, of course, cover design is art, which is difficult to teach and largely subjective. There will always be a market for crackerjack cover designers; of that, I am certain.

But even then, even if you aren’t willing to learn InDesign, PhotoShop, GIMP, or Pixlr for your shorter works, you have to be willing to look at a variety of options for your various pieces, and ask yourself “is this good enough?”

Not in a lazy, “I don’t want to do this so F it” sort of way, but in a calculated, “would my money be better spent in other areas?” manner.

One final word (or “few paragraphs”): a lot of people will read this piece as advocating “scamphlets” or some of those atrocious indie novels that will never sell more than a dozen copies. Nothing could be further from the truth! In going through my first “mega-novel,” I realized it wasn’t of the quality I wanted, and consequently tabled it in favor of a far more fun, far more cogent work.

It is true that some people lack the humility and grace to accept criticism of their work from trusted friends and/or other beta readers. It’s always been my position that it’s better to hear criticism from friends and beta readers than get scathing reviews, or worse, apathy from readers. If you think you fall into this boat, maybe it’s worth it to hire a (good, well-vetted) editor to take a look at your manuscript, and (more importantly) clue you in to the areas in your writing in which you’re currently deficient, so that you can improve those and cut out the editor for future projects.

And, I agree, copy-editing is key. A couple of my beta readers are great at pointing out the glaring typos, and they’re just friends of mine who really enjoy reading and helping me out. You won’t catch all typos yourself, or even with beta readers. But that doesn’t necessarily mean you have to shell out hundreds of bucks for a copy editor. Scour the message boards, offer advance copies to potential beta readers—unless you’re really remedial in terms of writing and spelling, an expensive copy-editor can be a waste.

You still owe it to your profession (even if it is a side profession—you are, after all, offering your work for sale, which implies that you believe it to be of some value) to make your work as professional as possible; typo-free, readable across all tablet formats, engaging, moving, damn it touching.

But the next time I hear someone crowing online that “you have to pay for XYZ service,” I’m going to lose it. If you make a serious, concerted effort to learn the necessary skills and pay a modest fee for the rest, you’ll be better off personally, professionally, and financially.

D.J. Gelner is a fiction and freelance writer from St. Louis, Missouri. Check out his books, available at his Amazon Author Page and on Nook, iBooks, and Kobo. Follow him on twitter (@djgelner) or facebook (here). E-mail him at djgelbooks@gmail.com.

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Solving the Scrivener Em Dash Smart Quote Problem

Warning: we're about to get into a little bit of writing nerdery here.

I don't know if I've actually gone through my actual writing process on the blog before--if not, I'll happily do so when I'm out of ideas regarding anything else to write about in a future post.

When I wrote the first draft of the Debt of Souls books, I used Word as my word processor.

It was awful.

Word simply isn't designed to handle anything over about forty pages or so. It took forever to load, it was impossible to find chapters, the interface is clunky; in short, it was a mess.

Not to mention that the finished product was still in .docx format, which meant that I was looking at shelling out another $100 or so for a formatter to convert the manuscript to the two major file formats for ebooks: .mobi (for Kindle) and .epub (for everything else).

I looked high and low for a word processor that would handle my work-in-progress better, and output in a variety of acceptable formats. After a number of painstaking google searches, I stumbled upon Scrivener.

If I could embed the "Love at First Sight" noise, I would absolutely do so here.

Scrivener is awesome for too many reasons to count. I could go through a long list of the features I love about it, but that's the thing; its main benefit is its customization. Whatever tips and tricks and quirks I use are probably different than anyone else's.

With one exception: the dreaded quotation mark after an em-dash.

"The who after the what now?"

I'm going out on a limb and assuming that you know what a quotation mark is.

An em-dash is one of those long dashes that people use at the end of sentences to indicate that they've been interrupt--

See, kind of like that, only it's one long line.

I use a fair number of em-dashes in my writing since my characters tend to be impatient jerks and are always jumping over each other in dialogue.

Scrivener uses a common system for quotation marks known as "smart quotes." It's what makes the quotes "open" at the beginning of a word or phrase, and "close" at the end. 

Unfortunately for Mac users, Scrivener does a great many things flawlessly, but some code embedded deep within Apple laptops makes it so that after an em-dash, the closing quote looks like an open quote. How unprofessional! I mean, you don't see that kind of stuff from the big, New York publishers, right?

Imagine my embarrassment when I realized that all of the em dash-quotes are like that in Jesus Was a Time Traveler and the Hack books!

So I spent a Saturday tracking down a fix to the problem. After scouring the Literature & Latte Scrivener forums for a while (big thanks to all the folks over there who provided their various solutions--this is the best of a surprisingly creative lot of them), I came across an easy fix for Mac users. Windows users, I don't quite know what to tell you, other than Windows 8 totally sucks and makes me feel like an old person when I try to use it.

It just takes Eight Easy Steps:

1. Somewhere in Scrivener, type "Hi--a" (quotation mark-H-i-dash-dash-a-quotation mark) (Notice that the second quote is closed. It doesn't have to be an "a", just some character that the smart quotes will recognize)

2. Delete the Hi and the a and copy the shiny, new, correct --" to your clipboard (the double-hyphen should've turned into an em-dash on its own. If not, the shortcut keys for an em-dash are option+shift+hyphen).


3. Open "System Preferences."

4. Click on "Language and Text."

5. Click on the "Text" tab.

6. Hit the "+" box under the list of fractions and other replacements.

7. In the left column, put --" (dash-dash-quotation mark)

8. Paste your correct em-dash/closing quotation mark in the right column

Voila! From now on, your characters can interrupt each other at will without fear of a totally unprofessional-looking open quote on the end.

Hope this helps some folks out there--I know it was driving me crazy. Happy writing.

D.J. Gelner is a fiction and freelance writer from St. Louis, Missouri. Check out his books, available at his Amazon Author Page and on Nook, iBooks, and Kobo. Follow him on twitter (@djgelner) or facebook (here). E-mail him at djgelbooks@gmail.com.

Friday, April 12, 2013

The Power Seven (4-12-13)

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Man, we’re really motoring through 2013, aren’t we? It already has the feeling of one of those “lost years,” like 2009; I seriously couldn’t tell you what I did that year outside of work, walk Sully, drink, and sleep. Kind of depressing in hindsight, but it makes me appreciate what I’ve been able to cobble together since all the more so.

Don’t get me wrong: I love what I’m doing now. I think that’s part of the problem, actually; I’ll look up and be like, “Where did the last hour go?” Each hour is absolutely precious to me—that’s another 1,000 words or so!

Just goes to show you that time does fly when you’re having fun.

Onto the ridiculousness:

7. Thank God College Basketball is Done
I’ve had my fill of college basketball for the year. By that, I mean I timed it perfectly so that I only saw the last two minutes of the National Title game, since that’s really all that anyone needs to see to know what happened in a college basketball season.

I don’t know what it is about the sport, but I really just don’t care for it. Scoring is undervalued since there are so many baskets (cue the “I thought you were talking about college basketball!” wise-ass), a number of the games are fixed, the ridiculous fouling down the stretch slows the game to a glacial pace that makes baseball seem like slamball, the whole package doesn’t appeal to me.

So why do I fill out a bracket every year? I have no idea. I may as well play Keno.

Speaking of making horrible financial decisions, I think I’ve figured out this whole “pay the players in college” thing. For those who don’t know, the NCAA and schools make a ton of money off of college football and basketball, yet the players don’t make a dime aside from free tuition, room, and board. A lot of people (myself included) think this is unfair.

Here’s my humble solution: give every player a set amount per season ($5,000 seems like a nice, round number). That’s a fortune to a college kid. However, set up a program that the money will go into that will double as a way to teach these kids basic financial literacy. I know they’re eighteen, and it goes against most of what I believe in to withhold money from a grown human being, but there are so many tragic stories about athletes who go on to blow all of their cash that it wouldn’t hurt to teach these folks about checking accounts, mutual funds, and other investment vehicles where they have a vested interest in watching their money grow over time, and the school has at least a little bit of control that a pro team wouldn’t have. I know we still need to hammer out the specifics, but I think there’s some merit to the system. Let’s make it happen!

6. Greg Schiano Rant of the Week
Greg Schiano may very well be the angriest man in the world, turning an odd shade of purple at the slightest perceived affront against his team with startling regularity. Each week, I tackle something that makes me equally as mad as the Bucs Head Coach.

This week: Yahoo Sports Fantasy Games. For years and years, Yahoo was the best at fantasy sports, and they knew it. Best interface, fastest to update, reliable service, the works.

As of late, though, they’ve been dragging; I don’t know if the new CEO doesn’t realize that fantasy sports is probably the only reason a good chunk of their traffic comes to Yahoo in the first place, but that’s not even the worst part.

No, what’s absolutely egregious and unforgiveable is when I work for a good five or ten minutes composing a hilarious post for my league’s message board. Smugly satisfied, I hit “submit,” only to be informed that my “logout cookie” has expired, and I need to re-enter my password. So, I do, dutifully, but then my post is gone! Vanished!

Doesn’t it make more sense to just have everyone log in right when they go to their league for the first time, to avoid all of this stupid “login cookie” b.s.? Add this on top of the ridiculous Yahoo/Red Zone outage double whammy last fall, and I’m starting to explore my options for other places to host leagues. They’re just lucky that CBS’s add/drop interface is still pretty terrible and ESPN is, well, ESPN. Otherwise, whether or not Yahoo employees worked from home, the company would be in deep, deep trouble.

5. Writing Update
92,500 83,500 (out of 92,500) words on the Hack saga; should be done with it by Monday, at the latest, and then it’s off to beta readers. I hope to have “The Complete Game” ebook and paperback out by early May.

Rogue is shaping up, too. I’m at about 4,000 words on it, still, and I hope to have that rough draft done by the end of next week (keep in mind, the first installment’s only going to be 10,000-15,000 words and cost a cool $0.99).

And, truth be told, sales of Jesus Was a Time Traveler are also picking up a bit. I really do appreciate all of the folks who are helping out; don’t forget, if you like any of my stuff that you read, please leave a review at Amazon and/or Goodreads, as the more reviews I have, the more they recommend my books to other folks, and the longer I can keep this train going. Right now, we’re still at one of those two-man push carts. It’s moving, but it’s a lot of work to keep it going. Let’s get an engine and some box cars, okay?

4. Blues and Elliott
Where are all the Brian Elliott haters now?

All right, all right, I was probably the one on the picnic table with the megaphone, passing the hat around to try to get this guy a one-way ticket to some AHL affiliate in Saskatoon a few months ago. But hey, I’m not NHL Executive of the Year, and Doug Armstrong is.

When I was younger, I wanted nothing more than to be the GM of a baseball team. I thought it was maybe the coolest job in the world, basically playing fantasy baseball with real people. I’ve since realized that the job is a lot more glad-handing corporate sponsors, digging through minor league scouting reports, and dealing with all manner of difficult egos, and a lot less making the moves you want to make.

Not to mention that I’m so unstable as a fan that I’d churn through players like Mike Keenan. Elliott? Off with his head! I would’ve definitely moved Alex Steen during his first couple of years on the team, and T.J. Oshie would be long gone, too. Eventually my slicked-back hair would thin (actually, come to think of it, working on that one already…) and I’d grow in an evil-looking mustache before I told the greatest player of all time to take a flying fuck.

Actually, that sounds kind of fun…where do I sign up?!

3. Retro Video Game of the Week: TMNT IV: Turtles in Time
Because my brother and I were lazy little shits as kids, we spent hours in front of the TV playing NES, Genesis, and SNES games when we were little. I thought I’d devote some time to some of our favorites.

 My brother and I were OBSESSED with Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles when we were little. He was always a Donatello man, while I preferred Michaelangelo’s partying, free-wheeling lifestyle.

The first Turtles game for the NES was impossible; I can’t think of a more difficult game off the top of my head outside of Back to the Future for NES.

Occasionally, our grandparents would take us to an arcade/mini golf course fairly near their house in south St. Louis, and we’d have the opportunity to play the TMNT arcade game. For some reason, we thought this was the coolest game ever. I don’t know what it was about those games like The Simpsons Arcade Game and X-Men, but those four player side-scrollers were just a blast.

Turtles in Time may be the best of that category of game. The animation is another level above the first generation of those games, and played incredibly well on the SNES. Raphael was a little better than he was in the original, but they still penalized all the Raph fans with a short attack because he was a dick (who fights with sai [sais?], anyway?). And, did I mention, YOU GET TO GO TO THE FUTURE? And throw foot soldiers AT THE SCREEN? Hell, there are a couple of times you beat Shredder by LAUNCHING HIS OWN HENCHMEN AT HIM IN THE FOREGROUND. Revolutionary!

I miss being young, when a new videogame could keep me excited and enthralled for weeks. 

2. House of Cards
The “allergies” I mentioned in last week’s Power Seven ended up being a pretty nasty sinus infection. I was on mild steroids and everything! By the way, totally get what all of those sluggers were doing in the nineties now…

At any rate, they told me to get plenty of rest. Though the writing suffered for a bit because of it, I figured that I’d check into a different kind of story, the Netflix series House of Cards, starring Kevin Spacey and Robin Wright.

Let me preface this by saying that I once spent a term in D.C. working for a former Member of Congress from Missouri, and am a total political junky.

Having said that, I loved it. Spacey is in rare form as House Majority Whip Frank Underwood (D-SC), hamming it up with the best of them. It’s the supporting cast, though that really takes the show to another level. Corey Stoll, who plays Rep. Peter Russo, and Michael Kelly (Doug Stamper) absolutely hit it out of the park. And while I think Kate Mara’s character is written a bit unevenly, the young heiress does a fantastic job with what she’s given. If anyone has an in with her, I’d love to tell her how much I enjoyed her work over dinner sometime…but I digress…

It does get a bit hokey around episode eleven or so, but having seen what all goes on on Capitol Hill firsthand, I can say with certainty that it’s a show that’s realistic in its absurdity, with enough humor thrown in by Spacey to make it a worthwhile watch for anyone even casually interested in Washington politics and intrigue.

1. House of Cards
See what I did there? I attended the home opener for the first time in my life, and it was definitely cool…until the Reds bombed the bullpen for nine runs in the ninth inning.

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, I think this bullpen is the real Achilles heel of this year’s Cards team. Especially without Jason Motte, they just lack any sense of established roles and regularity.

As I’ve also said before, I think they’d be well-served to slot in Trevor Rosenthal as closer as long as Motte is out. He’s an “outsider” from last year’s pen, if that makes sense; you don’t have to move as many pieces around him, which should allow everyone to get more comfortable. Boggs can handle the eighth, Kelly and Mujica the seventh, and Salas can spend more time at BP filling up gas cans to pour on the fire whenever he gets in.

I kid Freddy Salas, but right now, the bullpen seems to be looking for a reason to implode, a “house of cards,” if you will. I think putting Rosenthal at the top would go a long way toward stabilizing it.

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D.J. Gelner is a fiction and freelance writer from St. Louis, Missouri. Check out his books, available at his Amazon Author Page and on Nook, iBooks, and Kobo. Follow him on twitter (@djgelner) or facebook (here). E-mail him at djgelbooks@gmail.com.