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Double Rainbow

It's an overcast, off-and-on rainy day here at the ranch, which looks as if it'll lead into a rainier weekend. The prediction is for the heaviest rain since the monsoon season ended.

On November 16th we had a little bit of rain, which prompted one of the best rainbows I've ever seen.  It was a double rainbow, and the inner arc was incredibly bright and vivid.  You can't see it in this picture, but just beyond the point the picture cuts off the bottom band expanded into another layer, almost repeating itself.Double_rainbow_web_2

Zorro

I don't write much short fiction, as I believe I've mentioned here a time or two or ten.  To make a living at it, you have to write and sell a lot of it, or you have to sell to the two or three markets in the English language that pay very, very well for it.  For virtually everyone else, it's something to do in between novels or around the day job.

But sometimes an opportunity comes along that's just too good to pass up for reasons other than financial considerations.  Such is the case with Tales of Zorro, coming in the next month or so from Moonstone Books.  I've been a Zorro fan pretty much my whole life, going back to when I was a little tyke watching the Disney TV series.  It's entirely possible that it was early exposure to Zorro that got me interested in swords and fencing during high school.  I've (almost) given up ever getting to write a Zorro novel, but when I heard about a Zorro short fiction anthology, I wheedled my way in.  I'll be in good company, including Isabel Allende, Loren D. Estleman, Nancy Holder, Max Allan Collins, and many others.

If you act fast you can not only pick up the special limited edition, but also the limited edition lithograph that a bunch of us (including Guy Williams Jr., son of the Disney Zorro) signed at Comic-Con. Zorro fans will want this, and we're all hoping it'll ship in time for the holidays--but if not, it won't be too far behind. I'll let you know here when it's out for sure--but you might want to get it written on your gift lists now!

Graveslinger #2

It caught me by surprise, but Gs2cover_adGraveslinger #2 hit comic book stores this week.  This issue explains why prison undertaker Frank Timmons is out on the trail of 117 undead killers, so it's a can't-miss.  Drop by your nearest comic book store and take a look.

Graveslinger is written by Shannon Eric Denton and me, with art by John Cboins, and published by Image Comics/Shadowline.

Winter weather

After a November filled with record and near-record high temperatures, winter hit last night.  Our county, Cochise, is under a Winter Storm Warning today, with 4 to 8 inches of snow possible above 5,000 feet.  We're a little above 4,000 feet here at the ranch, so the precipitation is just rain, but it's cold rain, accompanied by cold winds.  When we got up this morning it was 40 out, with the wind chill factor making it feel like 31.  The mercury climbed to 43 for a while but has dropped back down to 41 now (at 9:23 a.m.), and the rain is coming down again.  The dogs don't like being out in it any more than we do, but they won't like being cooped up all day either.  And our town's holiday parade is tonight at 7:00.  Last year's parade was cold, but this one might be even worse, particularly if it's still raining.

There's no telling if this is an anomaly, or the real beginning of our winter rainy season.  We'll have to wait and see what December brings.

Special bonus Thanksgiving fact

Woody Woodpecker, the most dangerously deranged bird in cartoonland, appeared in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade from 1982 to 1997.

Woody

And should you think I'm kidding, this is part of his theme song:

        And it's nothing to him, on the tiniest whim
        To peck a few holes in your head
        Ho ho ho ho ho. Ho ho ho ho ho

Giving Thanks

This  is the time of year when Americans are supposed to be organized about gratitude, rather than the scattershot, hit-and-miss way we go about it the other 364 days of the year.  As a prolific writer, I have to sit back and think about people for whom I'm grateful five or six times a year, when I write the acknowledgments for any given book.  Those are usually confined to people who had a particular impact on that project, though, or on my career--my editor, my agent, my web mistress, my family, people who helped with research, etc.  And i am indeed grateful to them all.  It's hard being a freelance writer--not as hard as genuinely difficult jobs, like rodeo clown or oil field roughneck, but it comes with its own unique set of challenges, and I need all the help I can get to meet them.

But there are other people for whom I'm deeply grateful, too.  Anyone who shells out six or seven bucks for one of my books, or three or four for a comic.  Money's hard to come by these days, and I don't take for granted that people are going to throw it my way.  There are way too many ways to spend money, and anyone who feels strongly enough that something I've written is worth some of theirs has my profound thanks.

Ditto anyone who reads my work, whether borrowed, bought, checked out from a library, or otherwise obtained.  With all the demands on everyone's time, with all the books and comics and movies and TV shows to eat up free time, not to mention work and sleep and family and all the other things that occupy a life, I appreciate the minutes or hours you spend on my stories.

Anyone who goes above and beyond to review my work, or tell friends, or spread the word in any way, deserves my deep appreciation.  Building a writing career is a challenging, one reader at a time thing, and by taking that extra step, you're helping to insure that I'll be able to continue telling stories into the future.

Of course, there are many, many people to whom I'm grateful who have nothing to do with my career, or even with me personally.  The ranchers and farmers who grow our food, the soldiers stationed far away from their families, the workers who keep the internet functioning and deliver the mail and teach children and bind books and create TV shows and movies and clean up the roads and enforce the law...we live in a vast, interconnected society, and we are all tied together by the things we do and say and believe.  We're connected, I like to think, more than we're divided--as Americans, as humans, as beings on Earth and in the universe.

So thanks to you all, to everyone who's reading these words right now, and everyone who isn't.  I couldn't do what I do without you, and you are appreciated.

Mysterious Galaxy wins

A while back, I pointed you to an online contest run by San Diego's KGTV to pick the best of San Diego, in several categories.  Now I'm delighted to tell you that Mysterious Galaxy has been chosen the best bookstore in San Diego!  Thanks to everyone who voted for us.

Saturday, Part Two

Saturday is also this year's celebration of America Unchained--a day set aside to remind people how shopping at locally-owned stores helps your community, financially and in other important ways (a healthy crop of local owner-operators, for instance, helps develop leadership skills that might not exist in a community where all or most of the commercial activity is at a single Wal-Mart store).

It's a great day to avoid chain stores and national retailers, and instead remind yourself of why locally-owned businesses are more fun, offer better service, and keep your retail dollars in your community.

For instance, it would be a good day to visit an independently-owned hotel like the Gadsden, enjoy some fine food, and buy books directly from the people who wrote them.

Saturday

"He had learned to love the area, especially the border town of Douglas.  Dinner in the El Conquistador dining room of Douglas's Gadsden Hotel had become an every-other-Friday-night ritual for him and Jeannie, always accompanied by a wonder-filled stroll around its gorgeous lobby, admiring the marble and gilt and huge Tiffany window and Tom, the taxidermied mountain lion who watched over it all from the landing of the sweeping staircase."

Before I wrote that passage in Missing White Girl, I dropped into the Gadsden to ask Robin Brekhus, the owner/manager, if the mountain lion had a name.  It didn't, she said, but if it had it would be Tom because he's a tomcat.  So with her kind permission, I called him Tom in the book, and he's still Tom to me.  And Robin has become a friend.

This Saturday, she's hosting a bunch of Arizona authors in that same beautiful lobby.  Here's an article about the event from the Douglas Dispatch.  I'm not sure who all the authors will be, but I know they include J. Carson Black, Yvonne Navarro and Weston Ochse, Shannon Eric Denton (my co-writer on Graveslinger) and many others.  We'll be selling and signing our own books from 1-4 pm, then after a break there's a wine and cheese tasting, a gourmet dinner, and live music, all including the participating authors.

If you're in southern Arizona on Saturday, there's no better place to be than at the Gadsden meeting some of Arizona's best.  Try to stop by.  It's worth the trip just to see one of America's last grand hotels.  And it's haunted, to boot!

UPDATE:  Here's the whole list of authors, artists, and musicians:  Warner Glenn, Victoria Clark, Jeff Mariotte, Susan Lowell, JPS Brown, Jay Dusard, Ben Williams Jr, Weston Ochse, Yvonne Navarro, Shannon Eric Denton, Debe Branning, Michael Stackpole, J. Carson Black, Janet Taylor, D.E.W. Turner, Susan Ballard,Carolyn Niethammer, Kevin Alvaredo, David Pavlovich and Fusion, Mackenzie Kimbro and Mary Cragg, and Jolene Gailey.  There are also a couple of other "maybes."

Ira Levin

Ira Levin refused to be typecast as an author.  He liked to play in various genres, and to mix and match them to suit his own purposes.  Not the best way to build a career, in today's market, but his books were so good, sold so many copies, and translated so well to film, that he did just fine, even though he was not prolific in the least and only wrote a handful of novels and several plays.

He excelled in carving out new territory for himself.  Rosemary's Baby, along with Blatty's The Exorcist, took American horror from small New England farm towns and transplanted it right into the heart of teeming American cities, helping to set off a boom in horror literature that launched many careers (including Stephen King's, who took it back to New England, but focused on regular people in those towns and suburbs).

The Boys from Brazil
was part of a batch of brilliant thrillers using Nazis as villains, long after WWII had ended--others include Goldman's Marathon Man, Forsyth's The Odessa File, and Gifford's The Wind Chill Factor.  All four books, I believe, stand up today as some of the best thrillers ever.

With The Stepford Wives, Levin created his own genre mix that has never, to my knowledge, been successfully mined by anyone else--a combination of tense thriller with bitingly funny social satire.

This Perfect Day is a cautionary, futuristic thriller, while A Kiss Before Dying (1953) and Sliver (1991) were utterly contemporary (albeit almost forty years apart) suspensers.

Ira Levin died Monday. He'll be worth reading for as long as people love that shiver of fear and the urge to keep turning pages to find out what happens next.