In with the good air

If every writing session went like yesterday, the book would write itself. A personal record of 1800 words. Output like that verges on Stephen King territory.

In keeping with submission guidelines mentioned on dozens of agent websites, the manuscript required some format adjustments. For those planning on submitting work to agents the near universally – because there is always an exception – accepted format standards are:

1) A 12 point font, usually Times New Roman.
2) 1 inch margins on all sides.
3) Double spaced text.
4) The title, author name and page number atop each page.

The manuscript covered items 2 through 4 but not 1.

My favorite font is Courier New 10 point. It’s proportional and supports roughly 350 words per page – at least within narrative tracts. Dialog snippets vary, as they involve more white space. Such word per page dimensions mirror those found in published fiction. Courier New 10 point gives a real-time estimate of the bound page count. All the more reason to use it, in my opinion.

Of the twenty agent sites checked, however, all said Times New Roman was the way. No mention of Courier New anywhere.

So long, Courier New. Hello, Times New Roman.

With the agents to contact list complete, and the synopsis up to date, the next stop is a query letter revisit.

Not now, Kato!

A bizarre week leads into an even stranger weekend.

The manuscript progresses slowly for the right reasons, i.e. lots of book sales, late seventies Honda style quality assurance controls. What lives on the page is tight. At this point in the story, every scene ends with a cliffhanger. Finding the best moment for a cut away is almost as challenging as writing the entire chapter.

The Wife has some sweet pictures of her Honduras trip for sharing. As soon as everything is burned on CD’s, I’ll post a small, enticing selection. You too can experience the waters of Roatan without risking the sting of sea wasps.

Oh, signs of new life on TV abound.

Curse of the Were-Rabbit

Wallace and Gromit rule. There’s no point in concealing my bias on the subject; it’s inescapable.

The Curse of the Were-Rabbit reunites America’s favorite man and dog crime fighting team from England. Yep, lousy teeth and cheeky senses of humor. Ah, Britain. Like usual, Wallace, the madman inventor, lands them into trouble. Gromit, the unassuming hero and lovable canine, rescues the day.

Such is the formula that drove the classic shorts, and now pay handsome dividends as a full length feature film. The duo operates a pest control operation. They specialize in the humane removal of rabbits. As many customers have prize vegetables and rabbits enjoy sacking gardens, Wallace and Gromit are neighborhood heroes. Until – cue the ominous background music – a new invention goes awry, unleashing the were-rabbit.

Then the carnage begins. Can the team save the gardens before the last carrot disappears?

What works about this movie:
1) For clay based characters, the amount of movement and facial expressions is incredible. Also, the sets are major improvements over the salad days. Niceties like these give the film a polished look the shorts never had.
2) Gromit is the man! Err..I mean dog.
3) The simple premise works for 94 minutes.
4) Ralph Fiennes can do voices. Amazing.

Verdict: DVD purchase. That means less children cackling in the theater.