Saint by Hector Barros

Howdy, folks,

Gonna have to take October off, or at least curtail my updates of the story for a few weeks. I'm behind schedule on my work on Book 2, and I'm going to have to focus hard on that for a bit.

I'm going back and forth as to whether to include the "Red Haired Boy" prequels. I kind of want to, but as Marie (my editor) pointed out, they can be a little confusing. There's quite a few of them in Book 2.  And as per some of the feedback I've gotten on Book 1, not everyone appreciates the backstory chapters. I dunno. Gotta think some more on it. Thoughts?

I definitely will be posting a Halloween Special...I wouldn't miss that. They're probably my favorite thing to write. Have a short list of ideas what I'm going to do, but it will be fun in any case. And depending on time and progress, I might post a few "interest/antique" posts.

I plan to be back with regular postings by November, so stay tuned.

Anyways, here's a great portrait of Saint by artist Hector Barros to tide you over. I could fall into those eyes and get permanently and happily lost. Hector did a great job capturing him. Thanks Hector!

-gina

Heads Up: Comments Moderations

Howdy, all, just a quick note...usually, I can release comments out of moderation from my phone, but for the last couple days, that's gone buggy on me. So I have to be sitting down in front of a computer to do release comments.

This means the delay in getting comments to appear may be a matter of hours instead of a matter of minutes. Sorry about that. So if you comment and it doesn't show up quickly, that's why.

I don't dare take comment moderation off. You should see some of this stuff that shows up in the filter. Evidently the spammers of the world are convinced that you all just can't live without Viagra, Coach knockoffs, and hermaphrodite porn. On the other hand, it's nice to know that I have the option of turning this place into a one stop shop, eh?

I'm working to figure out the issue and remedy it. In the meantime, thanks for your patience.

See you later this week!


'gina

How Saint Lights His Quirly: The Tinder Tube

Some of you may remember this post, about the time we all went up to Pennsic War and proceeded to chop our fingers and knuckles to ribbons attempting to start a fire with a tinder kit.

I was sorry that I hadn't picked up a tinder tube, so I could show you all how Saint and Luis light their smokes. So when my friend John asked me what I wanted brought back from Pennsic this year, as I didn't go, I asked him to go to Smoke and Fire (who have a tent there) and bring me a tinder tube.

So when the gang returned, I got a  very nice bag of swag...a cool green t-shirt from my favorite pub (The Chalkman), a bottle of perfume that smells like my favorite scent (dirt), and a tinder tube.

That's it lying on a river rock up there. I strongly suspect that one's made out of a large caliber bullet casing.

Anyways, the idea is that one could pull a little cotton cord through the small hole and use your steel or whatever to throw a spark onto it. You light your smoke or your wick or whatever it is you're lighting and then pull the cord back through the tube to smother it. That way, you don't have to fumble around with charcloth and all that mess.

Here's a picture of it lit. I turned off the flash so you can see it glowing.And no, I didn't have any better luck throwing a spark on that, either. I just said "screw it", pulled out a bic lighter, and called it a night.

You can see how the cord holds the ember pretty good there without any help. It will hold for a long couple of seconds. To put it out, I just pushed the cord back with that rock there and smothered the end till it went out completely.

Here's a video on YouTube of a dude lighting his with a flint and steel. My flint's not big enough to do this with, really. Maybe I should look for a larger piece.  Here's another one where a guy fires it up nearly faster than you can watch using a steel knife.

It really bugs me I can't do this.

Anyways, I am guessing Saint is far more adept at this trick than any of us are. If he wasn't, he'd have quit smoking long ago.

Folks, I Gotta Take A Break This Week

I'm sorry. I'm just not ready with anything right now. Next week for sure.

I had been staying up till after three am every night trying to finish the re-write of Book Two, and pretty much doing that full time till it was done. The last night I worked on it, I worked twelve hours straight and got blisters on my mouse hand. Got it done by the deadline, though.

I just needed this week to recover mentally. I suppose I could have finished up a chapter by tonight, but I'll be really honest here: I needed a week where I could just sort of screw off for a bit. I mean, I finished getting Book One out and then immediately dove into Book Two. My brain hurts.

I really hate skipping a week but I hate the idea of burning out even more. So...yeah. What you're seeing in the writer equivalent of calling out of work sick when what's really going on is you're hung over.

But, the good news is that Book Two is well under way, and Book Three is plotted out with some fun stuff I think you all will enjoy. Also, planning on a new run of artwork.

So, fear not, we will be back again next week. Enjoy your weekend!

Top Ten Shows That Feel Like Westerns

I've made no secret of my love of western movies that think outside the box (like Valley of the Gwangi or The Warrior's Way) I think it's because I appreciate seeing typical conventions of a western turned on their ear a bit. It will probably come as no surprise that I loved Cowboys vs Aliens. A bit of genre-mashing, when done well, can be quite bit of fun.

The same is true in reverse in that I like it when shows of other genres borrow from old Western tropes. Here are my top ten favorite shows that feel a bit like an old westerns to me. With some the western elements are debatable, but if you turn your head sideways and squint, you'll see it. ;)

Firefly

With their western garb, holstered side arms and occasional use of horses as modes of transportation, this is an easy one - it actually makes the list of wikipedia's television westerns. I mean, the very first episode was called "The Train Job" and was about a train robbery. If that's not a western, I don't know what is. 

Strangely, when the series originally aired, many sci-fi fans took issue with the western flavor and turned their backs on the show. 

Earth 2

Only airing for one season on NBC back in the 90's, this show featured Debrah Farentino as the leader of a group of settlers trying to survive on an alien planet. I particularly like the fact that the leader of the expedition is a woman. You didn't (and still don't) see that terribly often. 

Among the natives of the planet were two distinct races; the troll-like Grendlers and the underground-dwelling Terrians. 

Like Firefly, the clothes have a bit of a 19th century rustic look to them, with a heavy use of earth tones and cotton textures. Also, the relationship between the settlers and natives often gives rise to plots seen in westerns. There is also the Wagon Train vibe as the settlers have to make their way across the new world.

Eureka

It's the classic "good man is drafted into being sheriff of an unruly town", except in this case, replace "unruly" with "overrun by super-geniuses". Every week, Sheriff Jack Carter, with the help of his trusty deputy Jo, help keep the peace in a town where citizens flaunt the law. (Or at least the laws of physics.) 

Copper

While this series based on the exploits of a 19th century police officer doesn't take place on in western setting, the time period is right. And occasionally, there is a plot point that seems directly lifted from old episodes of Bonanza.

BraveStarr

The adventures of a 23rd century sheriff set on the alien-rich desert planet called New Texas. While the filmation animation looks stiff and recycled by today's standards (which it was), the stories had a bit of charm as I recall.

Planet of the Apes (the television show)

If you are only familiar with the movie series, this might seem like a hard sell, but let me give you a quick run down. Two astronauts land on ape-ruled Earth and find themselves on the run with a sympathizing ape scientist (played by Roddy McDowell, naturally) in tow. Wanted fugitives, they ride into a new town every week where they often become embroiled in some classic western plot (say, an ape farmer who won't listen to his ape son's new-angled notions of farming.) Once you see the horses, rifle battles and earth-toned garb that appear in the show each week, it's hard to deny the western influence.

Riverboat

The adventures of Captain Grey Holden, as played by Darren "Kolchalk" McGavin aboard the riverboat Enterprise. The show takes place prior to the Civil War and is the rare show wherein one is just as likely to see pirates as outlaws from week to week. Co-starring a pre-Gunsmoke Burt Reynolds, this series ran for two seasons on NBC until 1961. I've only caught glimpses of this show on YouTube and would love to see it show up on Netflix. 

Walking Dead

Yeah, I know, zombies...but here's the thing - Walking Dead is far more than just a show about zombies. I'd argue that the zombie aspect, while obviously a very important part of what makes the show so compelling, is not what the show is really about. It's really about survival in a world that has suddenly become a new frontier. And that's what westerns are at the root of their being.

The Life and Times Grizzly Adams

I don't really think anyone would argue that the adventures of Dan Hagerty's title character and his friend Mad Jack (played by Denver Pyle) fall squarely into the realm of western television. What sets the show apart from other run-of-the-mill westerns was the Walden-like lifestyle and environmentalist approach the show took with the old "fugitive from society" storyline. It gave the show an anti-establishment flavor not seen in television westerns before. 

Dukes of Hazzard


This is the toughest one to explain as there are no explicit links to a western influence. Still, the provincial nature of the characters, the rural Georgia setting and the simplistic "good vs bad" weekly conflicts does remind me of classic westerns. The one direct link I might point to was that during the first season, Bo and Luke were often seen using compound bows to resolve problems (as they were forbidden from owning firearms) This plot point was forgotten as the show evolved into a more family suitable series. Also - this is another show to feature Denver Pyle (who played Uncle Jesse) - he has a way of making things feel westerny just by showing up doesn't he?

That wraps up my top ten list.
Is there a show on this list you disagree with? Or one you think might fit better?

Let me know in the comments below. :)

Movie Review: Gunless

So after I watched The Warrior’s Way, Netflix streaming throws a couple other Western type flicks my way like it does when you give a movie you like a high rating. One of them was the movie Gunless, a Canadian flick I’d never heard of. This is the description from the Netflix site:

Fleeing the law, infamous bandit Montana Kid (Paul Gross) heads north to hide out in Barclay's Brush, Canada (population 17), where nobody seems to understand the code of the Old West. For starters, the gunfighter is amazed to find that nobody even owns a pistol. The Kid slowly warms to the town, and especially to the sassy and outspoken Jane (Sienna Guillory), but is forced to strap on his six-gun when the posse comes looking for him.

I shrugged and went, “Well, it’s not like it costs me anything if I end up not liking it and turning it off. Whatever. I still have clothes to iron.”

See, that’s when I get the bulk of my movie watching done. When I’m ironing clothes. Betcha didn’t know I was all that domestic, eh?

Anyhoo, I thought I’d give it a try. The opening scene features Paul Gross, sat backwards on a horse, his hands bound, a noose around his neck, a limb dragging behind, and covered (and I do mean covered) in pigshit. Dramatic, spaghetti-type western music plays over the open.  I’m here to tell you a movie starts out like that, you know that no matter what happens next, it’s probably going to be a lot of fun.

The town the Montana Kid’s horse has taken him to happens to be over the Canadian border. It’s a tiny little town with a handful of quirky, colorful folk living there, none of whom own any sort of firearm. The Montana Kid is a quick tempered gunslinger and a notorious outlaw, and demands to be taken seriously.

I won’t spoil it for you. Suffice it to say he isn’t.

The humor in this movie is quiet and quick, and in typical Canadian fashion, charmingly self-deprecating. There’s a scene where what starts out as a serious conversation devolves into a bunch of people bickering about semantics. What I so love about that is that that really happens in real conversations. It’s stupid and annoying and oh-so-very true to life. And the Montana Kid, having lost control of a situation in which he (once again) attempts to play the part of the scary badass gunslinger, ends up being completely unable to assume the role he’s used to because he’s basically being ignored by a roomful of bickering nerds.

It’s sort of like watching The Man With No Name sitting on the can reading a newspaper, if that makes any sense at all.

So, having said that, I don’t want to give the impression the movie’s all comedy. It’s not. The characters are very well thought out. Their motives are realistic and their emotions are very real, very human, and in some cases, downright heartbreaking. The characters (and this is very important to me) grow and change and evolve. They bounce off each other with such a familial ease that you absolutely believe this little town existed long before the Montana Kid’s horse carried him here. One of the things I liked best about it was the this: you know how there's always that trope where someone is "wanted for a crime he didn't commit?" Well, Montana Kid makes his first appearance as someone who narrowly escaped a botched hanging and there is a very good reason someone tried to hang him. And that reason is that he's actually guilty of being a dangerous criminal. He doesn't even try to deny it. The gaggle of not-too-bright local screw-ups think having an outlaw in town is cool and exciting, and mention how many men he's said to have killed. He corrects their count...they've stated too few. The best thing about that scene? The fact that he wasn't bragging when he said it. It was more of a confession, although he's not seeking repentance. And the look on his face when he says it speaks far more than the words coming out of his mouth. The Montana Kid might be in a humorous situation, but he's a far bit worse than a lovable scallywag. He's an unrepentant killer, and I applaud the movie for having the guts to portray him as such in a movie with so much humor in it.

Paul Gross is brilliant in the lead role. It’s a bold choice for a film to have its main character and leading man spend the first twenty five minutes of the movie covered in shit and offending the other characters with his stench. And also with his big mouth; he's frankly an ass. That's kind of risky, isn't it? I mean, who does that? Most of the time, movies go out of the way to convince you to root for the main character. But then, this movie is not like other movies. The way this movie tells the story is a bit different than your normal formula, and the characters are unusual and quirky. I really love that.  If you’re reading this blog, I’m going to guess you do, too. 

Graham Greene is also awesome as the deadpan native scout quietly humoring the uptight and harried Canadian Mountie with whom he travels. Who is also awesome in his own right. Hell, the entire cast does a great job.  

So after I watched it, the very first thing I did (after giving it five stars) was to call up Pam Slice and say, “Okay. I got one for you now.” 

Just watch it. Let me know what you thought of it. 

Hard Heads (prequel)

Howdy, folks. 

Been a crazy week over here. I have to say, this book thing has been very exciting, very fun, and also very stressful. So many details to attend to. My "to do" list is very, very long. 

I'm going to ask you all to do me a favor. Two favors, really, if you don't mind. 

One is to give FDM a vote over at Top Web Fiction when you think about it. The votes go away after a week, so in order to stay on the top list, one has to have votes coming in fairly frequently. The link is there if you scroll down on the right sidebar. 

The other is if you enjoy reading FDM...even if you aren't interested in buying the book but you still like to read it on the site...would you consider writing me a few words of review over at Amazon? Granted, the reviews do carry a bit more weight if you are a buyer at Amazon, but even if you're not, people vetting the story are only going to help me out. I don't care if you're a buyer or a blog visitor, what I need more than anything are a few words here and there from folks who enjoy the story, regardless of how they read it. I'd be much obliged for that. 

Thanks for your support!
-gina

“Aunt Gennie! Where are you? Aunt Gennie!”

Genevieve Lynch hurried down the stairs, sudden worry quickening her steps when she heard the shrill quality of Fiona’s voice from down below. The boys and men that worked at her husband’s mail station could be a bit of a handful at times, and Gennie instantly knew something bad had sent her niece dashing frantically into the house calling for her.  “Fiona? What’s...?”

“It’s Saint.” Fiona stood at the bottom of the stairwell, gripping the curved monkey tail of the bannister with white knuckles. Her face was flushed, worried. “He’s unconscious in the parlor!”

“What? Good heavens!” A surge of fear went through her and she grabbed the younger woman’s shoulder with a palsied hand. “What happened? Is Mr. Hungerford still here?”

Fiona nodded, hurrying after her as she headed down the hallway. “He’s in the parlor with him. Luis says his horse head-butted him.”

Gennie turned into the parlor and strode as quickly as she could manage to the sofa, where her young stagecoach driver sprawled out cold, a ruddy and darkening lump on his forehead. “Oh, Peter.” She bit her lip, turning to the circuit farrier who knelt beside him. “Mr. Hungerford...what happned?” Her heart surged in her chest as she swept Peter’s disheveled forelock back, her hand shaking more than usual. Of all the crew, she supposed Peter Bari might have been her favorite. There was a fire in him that reminded her of when she was young, when Erastus was a swaggering, handsome, southern rake. She considered all of the crew “her boys”, and she loved each of them, but Peter was a young Erastus born on the other side of the Mason-Dixon line. She realized she was probably far fonder of him than was seemly. And if Erastus ever finds out I think that, he’d be apoplectic. “How long has he been like this?”

“A few minutes.” Mr. Hungerford lifted one of Peter’s eyelids with his thumb. “Longer than I would like, and that’s the dinkum oil.” He briskly slapped Saint’s stubbled cheek with his fingers. “C’mon, mate, rise and shine. Jersey was acting up and tossed her head right into his face. Knocked him cold and sent him into the dirt. He fell off his horse and landed hard. I sent Luis for the Doc and some ice.” He was arranging throw pillows underneath Saint’s shoulders and neck and loosening his clothing. “Bari...you really need to open your eyes, mate. This isn’t good.”

Fiona was bringing in a basin of cool water. “You two were quarreling again.” She said, her tone accusing. “I could hear you from the kitchen.”

Mr. Hungerford did a double take. “Now, Miss Fee, I didn’t do this, love.”

She raised an eyebrow and her gaze met Gennie’s. Gennie frowned and looked expectantly at the farrier.

“ Struth, Missus Lynch...I didn't’ lay a hand on him.”

“Need I remind you, Mister Hungerford...” she said, giving him a stern look. “That I had to step in and defend you both to Mister Lynch after that last row you had that left you both injured in Sheriff Holt’s jail? That it was necessary does not please me.”

“I realize that.” Embarrassed color bloomed in Mr. Hungerford’s cheeks. “And I swear to you Bari and I weren’t fighting.”

Gennie sat down on the edge of the sofa beside Peter, fighting her worry down where she could control it. She wrung out a rag and pressed it tenderly to his bruised forehead.

His lips moved, his voice whispered and slurred. “Testa di cazzo...”

Gennie’s shoulders sagged and she shot Fiona a hopeless look.

Fiona’s mouth dropped open. “Did he just say...”

“Mister Bari.” Gennie said quickly, giving his shoulder a barely-perceptible shake. He’s lying here insensible and the first thing out of his mouth is a vulgar insult aimed at Mister Hungerford. Charming.  “Peter. Wake up, dear.” How very like my husband. “Why was his horse...’acting up’, Mister Hungerford?”

The farrier leaned back on his heels and roached his hand through his unruly hair. “Jersey’s got a habit of tossing her head, mum, you know that.”

“I do know that. I also know Mr. Bari’s extremely good with her and she hardly does it anymore.”

“He was distracted.”

Fiona handed Gennie another cool rag. “I suppose he was, what with all the quarreling going on out there,” she quipped dryly.

Mr. Hungerford scowled, shaking his head. Clearly, he recognized a no-win situation when he encountered one. “Swagman was agitated as well. Any anyways, I’m not responsible for his carelessness or his horse’s habits.” He grumbled, peeking under Saint’s eyelids again.

Saint groaned and turned his head away from Mr. Hungerford’s prodding hands. “Vaffancu...” the words died on his lips as his eyelids fluttered open and he saw her. “Missus Lynch?” His brown eyes focused on her face and he had the good sense to look embarrassed. “Sorry...I...what happened?”

Gennie deflated with relief at seeing him open his eyes and speak. She gave him a tight, exasperated smile, exhaling hard. “Miss Jersey apparently decided she didn’t want to hear you and Mr. Hungerford quarreling any more than the rest of us do.”