Copyright © 2011 Bob R Bogle
Carthage. Osawatomie. John Brown's house. Kansas City. Fly away, fly away, fly away home.
Carthage. Osawatomie. John Brown's house. Kansas City. Fly away, fly away, fly away home.
13 April 2011
12 April 2011
MBA'10: One Year Ago Today.
Copyright © 2011 Bob R Bogle
Just recouperating for a day in Missouri: another built-in hold.
Just recouperating for a day in Missouri: another built-in hold.
11 April 2011
MBA'10: One Year Ago Today.
Copyright © 2011 Bob R Bogle
Memphis. Mississippi River Museum. Beale Street. Lorraine Motel. Sun Studio. Forrest Park. Back to Missouri, closing the circle.
Memphis. Mississippi River Museum. Beale Street. Lorraine Motel. Sun Studio. Forrest Park. Back to Missouri, closing the circle.
10 April 2011
MBA'10: One Year Ago Today.
Copyright © 2011 Bob R Bogle
Shilo battlefield, and then. . . .all the way to Memphis. Takes a while to get through Tennessee.
Shilo battlefield, and then. . . .all the way to Memphis. Takes a while to get through Tennessee.
09 April 2011
MBA'10: One Year Ago Today.
Copyright © 2011 Bob R Bogle
A frustrating day. Like Robert Johnson said, stones in my passway. Rockslides in the Great Smoky Mountains and in southeastern Tennessee. Reversals, backtracks, retreat into Georgia like Sherman's initial push. Chickamauga Speedway. . . .
A frustrating day. Like Robert Johnson said, stones in my passway. Rockslides in the Great Smoky Mountains and in southeastern Tennessee. Reversals, backtracks, retreat into Georgia like Sherman's initial push. Chickamauga Speedway. . . .
08 April 2011
MBA'10: One Year Ago Today.
Copyright © 2011 Bob R Bogle
Hendersonville, NC by way of Lakes Marion and Moultrie. Rain.
Hendersonville, NC by way of Lakes Marion and Moultrie. Rain.
07 April 2011
MBA'10: One Year Ago Today.
Copyright © 2011 Bob R Bogle
Bonaventure Cemetery. Through the swamps to Charleston.
Bonaventure Cemetery. Through the swamps to Charleston.
06 April 2011
MBA'10: One Year Ago Today.
Copyright © 2011 Bob R Bogle
Fort Pulaski, Tybee Island, and squares, and squares, and squares, and squares.
Fort Pulaski, Tybee Island, and squares, and squares, and squares, and squares.
05 April 2011
MBA'10: One Year Ago Today.
Copyright © 2011 Bob R Bogle
CDC. . . .Stone Mountain. . . .and in the late afternoon we arrived in Savannah.
And now. . . .here I am.
CDC. . . .Stone Mountain. . . .and in the late afternoon we arrived in Savannah.
And now. . . .here I am.
04 April 2011
The First Five Chapters
Copyright © 2011 Bob R Bogle
A good deal of material that went into Chap 2 Draft 1 came directly out of genealogy notes, some of which I'd written years earlier, and these became long, bloated Facebook postings during the early part of the trip last year. As I was laboring to convert Chap 2 Draft 1 to Chap 2 Draft 2, I recalled that not infrequently while writing this novel I'd get to the end of a chapter and have to set aside a huge block of a certain kind of research in order to take up that which was required next. This sort of process leaves really granular chunks of material which require a lot of prettifying, to say the least.
A good deal of material that went into Chap 2 Draft 1 came directly out of genealogy notes, some of which I'd written years earlier, and these became long, bloated Facebook postings during the early part of the trip last year. As I was laboring to convert Chap 2 Draft 1 to Chap 2 Draft 2, I recalled that not infrequently while writing this novel I'd get to the end of a chapter and have to set aside a huge block of a certain kind of research in order to take up that which was required next. This sort of process leaves really granular chunks of material which require a lot of prettifying, to say the least.
I was well into Chap 2 Draft 2 when I discovered, or recalled, that really the first five chapters work together as a whole, and I needed to pull back my focus and think about them that way. I now saw that I had two major problems. One was that in the interest of cohesion I had to create an outline for the first five chapters, to reassemble everything in an order that would make more sense. It took a few days, but I did so. The bigger problem was the sheer amount of raw information that had to be dramatized somehow in Chap 2. I saw two possibilities, neither of which I much liked: I could either create and introduce a new character, or I could come up with some kind of gimmick. After a few days I came up with a solution which is something of a merger of these two ideas. We'll have to see what you think when I finish writing Chap 2 Draft 2 and get it uploaded.
For the time being, I've revised and uploaded Chap 1 Draft 3. I prefer this rewrite, but if you've read Chap 1 Draft 2, it won't really be necessary to read this revision; however, know that some material that was previously in Chap 1 Draft 2 will eventually "reappear" in Chap 2 Draft 2.
And when will Chap 2 begin to appear? We'll see. . . .
MBA'10: One Year Ago Today.
Copyright © 2011 Bob R Bogle
Birmingham in the morning, Atlanta and the MLK Center in the afternoon. Excessive driving in search of dinner. . . .
Birmingham in the morning, Atlanta and the MLK Center in the afternoon. Excessive driving in search of dinner. . . .
03 April 2011
MBA'10: One Year Ago Today.
Copyright © 2011 Bob R Bogle
Selma. Montgomery. Birmingham. Historical, yes. Not necessarily the most feel-good part of the trip, though.
Selma. Montgomery. Birmingham. Historical, yes. Not necessarily the most feel-good part of the trip, though.
02 April 2011
MBA'10: One Year Ago Today.
Copyright © 2011 Bob R Bogle
Still in NOLA: Jean Lafitte NHP and Preserve, and the French Quarter.
Still in NOLA: Jean Lafitte NHP and Preserve, and the French Quarter.
01 April 2011
The Alchemical Hubris of Revision.
Copyright © 2011 Bob R Bogle
the differences in the kinds of activity occurring within one's own head between the first draft of a novel and subsequent revisions are vast. these are processes so independent and wholly discordant that it hardly seems fair to lump them together in the united category we call writing. I am trying to take up the spirit- and blood-vacated carcasses of gunned-down facts in one hand while capturing wispy and vagrant idea-smoke in the fingers of the other and, in a vainglorious operation of shameless alchemy improvised on the spot, transmute the works into the ponderous weight of letters written in gold. I'm sure it would be easier to spend my time gearing up for the baseball season.
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