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Ski Season Approaches!

I know it’s only August, but this afternoon I found myself thinking that skiing is… sorta… right around the corner.  Metaphorically speaking.

The guy at the right is my role model.  Klaus Obermeyer, founder and scion of the family business that makes and sells good-quality, fairly-priced ski duds.  Klaus skis every day of the season (sans helmet) with a big smile on his face, and I can only hope that I’m in as good a shape as he is when I’m 80-whatever.

I was playing golf with a guy today who plays golf almost every day, because his back and his knees aren’t good enough to allow him to ski anymore.  So he said that he “basically suffers through 7 months of winter” each year.

I can’t imagine living where I do, and not being able to ski.  So for today, and hopefully for a very long time, all I can say is:

THANK GOD I’VE STILL GOT TWO GOOD KNEES!

More from Steve Morrison…

8001 B.C. Update

Sometimes you’re never completely sure about a change of direction until you’ve already committed to it.

I took a while on a business trip lately to re-write  the work-in-progress that I’d originally titled THE TIME TO DECIDE.  Which is posted– the 1st eight chapters– in the sidebar category to your right.  It’s now entitled (again, tentatively) DAYS OF DECISION.

Anyway, I decided to switch from a narrative told in the 2nd person (which, admittedly, is a rare usage) to the far more conventional 1st person, and I’m pleased with the change.

It had been sorta recommended to me by a local high school teacher who teaches an ethics class, and whom I’d given the opening 2 chapters to present to his class.  He (and they) found the 2nd person difficult to understand, and if they couldn’t get it, I was clearly “failing to communicate.”

If you’d like a copy of the revised version (it’s still only 17,000 words– I’m projecting 50,000 for the finished product), just give me a holler at john@thankgodyourealive.com.

And again:

THANK GOD I MADE THIS CHANGE BEFORE I’D GONE ANY FURTHER!

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This Means You!

THANK GOD I’M NOT ANY OF THOSE!

Who’s the Guy with the Shades?

So…  Yesterday I was out on the patio having lunch, and reading some new book on Arthur Koestler (whom I’ve never read) in The New Republic.

Anyway, the critic was making a point about how Koestler (in Darkness At Noon) and Hemingway (in For Whom The Bell Tolls) used fiction to portray their “disillusion” with Russia’s experiment with Marxism.  (And I don’t want to get into that in this note: that’s not the point.)  These two writers, at any rate, as opposed to people like Sidney Hook and Edmund Wilson who took the more obvious route: non-fiction.

What I suddenly realized, reading through it, is that I’d probably be better off writing THE TIME TO DECIDE in the first person.  Still as fiction– sort of– but not in the 2nd person.  That was– for me– an important realization.

A few months ago I gave one of our local high-school teachers, who teaches an ethics course, the first 20 pages or so of THE TIME TO DECIDE, and he said he liked the humor, and could appreciate the point I was trying to make, but he found the 2nd-person approach confusing.  As in: who are you (the author) talking to?  (And if he didn’t get it, I was making my attempt at communicating overly difficult.)

So just yesterday I realized that I’ve gotta switch to the 1st person.  Sacre bleu!  Why didn’t I think of that earlier?

So…  All I’ll have to do is re-write what I’ve already written in the 1st person.  Shouldn’t be difficult.  What I’m hoping for, obviously, is increased immediacy.  A storyteller with whom a reader can connect.

And “transposing” what I’ve already written of THE TIME TO DECIDE from 2nd person to 1st person reminds me of when J.S. Bach was putting together Book One of The Well-Tempered Clavier.  The prelude and fugue in C-sharp major that we know was actually written originally in C (natural) major.  A big difference, from a sight-reader’s perspective, but from Bach’s point-of-view, all he had to do was add a key signature with 7 sharps, change a few accidentals, and viola! a piece in C-sharp major.  (This is the only key-change you can do that with.)  (My Peters edition gives an alternative in D-flat major, which with 5 flats is slightly easier to read.  In Book Two Bach didn’t even bother writing a C-sharp major version.)

So if you choose to take a gander at the opening chapters of THE TIME TO DECIDE here, for the time being at least they’ll still be the 2nd-person version, but the story will be the same nonetheless.

So all I can say, for the moment, is:

THANK GOD I REALIZED THIS BEFORE I GOT ANY FARTHER!

More Snow!

Well, we had a week or so of pretty decent (40′s to 50′s) dry weather, but now we’re back to powder days again.  Springtime on the Rockies.

I actually managed to get myself out to the golf course a couple of times, even played two holes once.

Then we awoke to a new 12 inches in the driveway.  There’s probably twice that atop Aspen Mountain.  I’ll have to get up there and find out.

For the time being, all I can say is:

THANK GOD I GOT A BUNCH OF YARDWORK IN BEFORE ALL THIS SHOWED UP!

Daylight Savings Time

Like most people, I really like daylight savings time.  The lifts stay open til 4:00 pm, among other things.

(And, boy, am I glad we kept these duds from the 70′s.  They wear well.  Even when you spill cheap burgundy on them.)

And check out the watch.  Every year, when it comes time to change the time on the Rolex, I exclaim:

“THANK GOD I KEPT THE OWNER’S MANUAL!”

Self-inflicted Injuries

Just ran into a neighbor whose 15-year-old broke his humerus yesterday, skiing.  And tomorrow is the annual school ski day.  Where everybody goes skiing.

She said that, already, the kid (Ian) has heard so many broken-humerus stories that he doesn’t feel all that bad.

(I told his mom my broken-humerus story:  After I’d been in rehab 5 weeks, my therapist tested my reactions by throwing a tennis ball at me from 20 feet.  All different directions: up, down, across my body, etc.  And he said, “If you miss even one, you’re not cleared to go skiing.”

(And when we were done, and I passed, I asked him if anybody ever misses one.  And he smiled and said, “Nope.”)

Anyway, to put things in perspective, I mentioned to Ian’s mom that we could be living in the inner city, and be worried about our kids getting shot.

So look at it that way:

THANK GOD WE LIVE IN A PLACE WHERE OUR BIGGEST DANGER IS OURSELVES!

More snow!

After what seemed like months of little 3-4 inch snowfalls, we’ve finally started getting some real snow.  About 3 feet over the weekend.

The National Weather Service, or somebody, reported that our snowpack is inching back up to normal for the year.  Which means that we’ll have water this summer.

THANK GOD MY SNOW BLOWER’S WORKING!

Buck up!

You might not recognize this guy, but it’s the young Sergei Rachmaninoff.  Russian composer and pianist extraordinaire.

The story goes that after the total failure of his first symphony, he ran off to Switzerland and underwent psychotherapy for 10 years.  At the end of which his doctor asked, “Have you ever considered writing music that you’d like to hear?”

And thus was born (shortly thereafter) the beloved 2nd piano concerto.

Moral of the story: While I might be struggling trying to find an audience for my books, at least I know what I want to write.

And, looking back on my younger days, when I thought about how neat it would be to write music instead of prose, I’m all too aware of the miasma enveloping contemporary “serious” music.  There’s no direction, no audience, and no real hope for a “breakthrough.”  (You might say the same thing about the world of theoretical physics.)

So all I can say is:

THANK GOD I’M NOT A COMPOSER!