“I swear I’ve been writing.”
–Benjamin Hewett (or maybe Patrick Rothfuss)
For a long time now I’ve been secretly plotting to culture my kids. It’s a sinister job, but one that parents are obliged to do. Imagine me sitting in a dark, cold basement, dry-washing my hands while scheming up ways to trick them into liking opera music before the age of 40.
Okay, so Houston doesn’t have basements.
Or cold places.*
But I was scheming.
And while I was scheming in my office after normal work hours, I came across a promising flyer from the Houston Symphony: “HARRY POTTER AND THE PRISONER OF AZKABAN™ IN CONCERT.”
They’ll never know this is culture, I thought.
I prepared carefully. I introduced the topic of attending the symphony nonchalantly at dinner. When they groaned, I mentioned it was a “Harry Potter 3” concert. Groans dissipated to mild disinterest. As we talked about appropriate symphony dress and behavior, they gave appropriately irritated responses, but said nothing truly alarming.
So I purchased “affordable” tickets. We arrived Friday night, dressed to kill, black ties and button ups, or black skirts and high-heels, as appropriate. And the first thing we see getting out of the car? Professor McGonagall. Not making this up. Seems like everyone at the Houston Symphony is in full fantasy getup, except us. My son turns to me and says something like, “Wait, why are we all dressed up, again?”
I’m not complaining. They enjoyed the program and only teased me a little about having left the Draco, Hermione, and Luna costumes at home. We’re getting up to leave, snapping some shots in our overdressed state, and I hear a voice behind me:
“When’s the next book coming out?”
Just like that. Almost no preamble.
Besides hanging out with my kids, that was the highlight of my evening. When a friend I haven’t seen in ages asks me to account for my writing activities and then posts my response on Facebook to all his friends, that lights a fire.
This post is for you Viddy. I swear I’ve been writing:
Activity Report Spring/Summer 2018
- Traveled to France for work. Did off-hours research for Shadowcloaks.
- Joined a writing group.
- Retro-outlined Plaguerunners per writing group’s recommendation.
- Began cutting and restructuring Plaguerunners based on consistent advice from two very talented agents.
- Finished drafting Shadowcloaks.
- Finished second draft of Shadowcloaks. (Almost.)
- Wrote statement of work and bid out cover and concept art.
- Visited family and friends in Seattle and Utah. Worked more on Shadowcloaks.
- All this time, I’ve been getting better. I think you’re going to like the results. #December2018
*My office in Houston is cold. Deathly cold. Deathly Hallows cold. (Remember that part where Harry’s trapped under the ice in nothing but his boxer shorts?) That cold. In fact, to celebrate the similarities, I’ll ship my personal copy of RINGS–complete with marginal notations and edits–to the person who posts the best caption for the photo above in the comments. There may also be consolation prizes. Let the contest begin!
5 thoughts on “Update for Viddy”
“To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.”
“Harry Potter and Hairy Father.” (Just a nod to the fabulous head of hair shown here)
David Viddy Harris, from Facebook: “The mightiest? Harry’s wand, Ben’s pen, or the sword in the trash. (Hint: it’s not the sword in the trash)”
Nate Ricks asked me to post his, since Worpress has been finicky:
“Ron! Hermione! I’ve found an EIGTH horcrux…and it’s sitting in THAT CHAIR!!!”
“Sweet sword, Harry…Got any magic cloaks? Trade you a signed copy of SWORDS for a magic warming cloak.”
“How about a copy of CLOAKS instead, Hewett?”