Full-mooned

At some point I need to look up the science, assuming there is some, about the effect of the full moon on people. I’m not talking astrology, but actual physical effects. I didn’t realize there had just been one until this morning when a friend told me. I have been out a whack for a few days. Is there a correlation? It would be easy to write it off as a coincidence. It probably is. Still, I do wonder.

I won’t be breaking out my tinfoil hat just yet, but considering the moon’s gravity gives us waves, it must impact us to some degree, even on tiny scale, right? Or is that just specious logic? I’m open to all possibilities here. As I said, I’ve been off kilter lately.

Yimt Arkhorn

You know I’m team dwarf. Yimt Arkhorn is far and away my favorite character from all of my books. Writing a scene with Yimt immediately put me in a better mood. His genesis is very much based on my early introduction to fantasy via LOTR and D&D and then significantly broadened by the works of George MacDonald Fraser. Yimt is unapologetically an old school dwarf –  short, stocky, bearded, gruff, big drinker, full of humor, and lives life in a big way. I was cool with that then, and I still am.

I get asked from time to time if the Iron Elves (and especially Yimt) will ever appear again. My answer is the unsatisfying possibly. I’ve considered everything from short stories to graphic novels to complete novels. One idea I’ve carried around is Yimt and Rallie hooking up some how (not necessarily dating as Yimt is married). I’m less inclined to do an origin story as they never seem to live up to the imagination. The worst example that comes to mind are the petulant Darth Vader movies. Anni the brat becomes angsty Anakin who eventually becomes Darth. And there’s Jar Jar.  Ugh.

Cheers!

 

Chris

 

This is when my year starts

I’m an autumn. I don’t mean color, although I do have some brown and dark red in my wardrobe. No, I’m an autumn mentally, physically, and spiritually. This season works for me on every level. It marks the end of summer heat waves and sauna-like subways. And when the fall gives way, it leads to even colder temperatures and snow.  I feel physically liberated from the humidity and I develop a more cordial relationship with the weather.

To mark the impending arrival of fall and to celebrate this Labor Day weekend I am embarking on a massive fall cleaning. This is my new year, and I want to start it off with a clean and tidy environment. I write better when my space is uncluttered. At the moment, however, I’m knee deep in books, papers, and other research ephemera. It’s part of the job, but I have a tendency to let things pile up until the only flat surface left in my apartment is the top of my head.

My father tells me that everything should have a place. That’s the key to order. I’ve worked on the basis that everything does have a place, usually piled on top of something else. I’ve come to see that my theory is less than ideal.

I live in New York City and am not yet a wildly successful New York Times best selling author. I have yet to inherit an island, win the lottery, or marry well (or even terribly). The end result is I have a decent-sized apartment on the Upper East Side that is, by Big Apple standards, spacious. Well, it would be if not for my personal library of several thousand books. I recently had a choice between another bookcase and a small couch. I bought two more bookcases.

With space being at a premium I really need to find a home for everything or give it the heave ho. Books…well they aren’t going anywhere, so my focus is on everything else. One way I’ve started dealing with my clutter is by throwing out/donating multiples. I don’t need ten bath towels or fifteen coffee mugs. Old running shoes that are past their prime but still in the closet waiting for me to turn them into ersatz slippers are history. Essays I wrote in university are getting scanned and then shredded. And on it goes.

It’s a slow process, but I feel better with each trash bag I fill and each countertop I rediscover. It’s like an archeological dig. Yesterday I found a flyer for Circuit City. I have rubber bands in my junk drawer that had petrified. I found keys that look like they’d open a crypt under the Vatican.  And under every piece of furniture I’ve stampeded herds of dust bunnies that would put the Great Plains buffalo migrations to shame.

Time for me to get back to work. If you don’t hear from me in a few days call 911. It’s likely I’m buried under takeout menus, WWII photograph albums, note pads, and scraps of paper with story ideas, calculations for stuff I have no idea what for, and phone numbers with no names.

Cheers!

Chris

 

 

 

And back again…

Hope all is well with everyone out there. I don’t know about you, but I’ve been consumed with the events in Syria, the political campaigns here in the US, and trying to find Nutella ice cream here in NYC. There’s a little shop in Arromanches in France (known world wide as Sword Beach) that serves it and visiting that shop is always high on my list when I go to Normandy.

At the moment I am finishing up my large photo history book on the war on the Eastern Front in World War II. Hundreds of photos and corresponding detailed captions to go with each one. Not sure what the pub date will be yet, but when I know I’ll post it here. On the fantasy side an idea is coalescing. I’m tempted to say more, but until I really have it clear in my mind I’ll have to leave it as an annoying teaser.

Finally, call it my new autumn resolution, but I am going to attempt to write here consistently and more often. I spent years resistant to all forms of social media. I’ve never been what you would call a natural ‘show-man’. It’s true, I stole the show as Two-Gun Teddy in my grade 2 Christmas play back in the day, but since then I’ve tried to avoid the spotlight and just do what I do – write and edit. It slowly dawned on me that I can still do that which I love and talk about it with all of you.

 

Sooooooooo, I’m back

It’s been some time since I’ve updated my website and I have no one to blame except Facebook. OK, it’s really on me, but FB is a temptress.

I have some big news to share later in the week which really makes this post more trailer than movie. Stay tuned.

Cheers!

Chris