Up North

Posted On Oct 20 2005 by

For those of you unfamiliar with Michigan, Up North is an actual geographic location. You won’t see it on a map, but you’ll know when you’re there. Your first indication that you’ve arrived Up North is the sudden presence of “Jerky Outlets” and something called the “Family Bar.” I did not spend my time in a Family Bar nor did I eat any beef jerky (though, come to think of it, that would have been good). I unhooked my 33′ travel trailer in the middle of state land for our annual Doe Camp. It’s supposed to be a hunting camp …


Man Tired

Posted On Oct 11 2005 by

That was the title to a Gordon Macquarrie story. If you don’t know who Gordon Macquarrie is, don’t feel bad. He’s my favorite outdoor writer. Unfortunately, he left us in 1954. If you ever get the chance, get a copy of “Tales of the Old Duck Hunters and Other Drivel.” It’s a collection of his stories. Even if you’re not a hunter, they’re funny and wonderful tales of his relationship with his father-in-law, Hizzoner the President of the Old Duck Hunter’s Association, Inc. (the Inc. stands for Incorrigible). That title does describe how I feel this week. My 4am start-ups …


Show me the Story

Posted On Oct 5 2005 by

It’s an odd thing, to have a dream. Here I am, an engineer in a Visteon plant in the middle of some of the worst years in U.S. automotive history, and I’m thinking about My Book. I think I’ll actually use that as a title some day—My Book. Every minute of the day I’m plotting, having conversations with my characters, or (forbid) actually writing. Chances are I’ll never get rich off my novels or even make enough to quit my day job, but it’s so all consuming. I think that’s the way God intended it. He never wanted us to …


Icy Blue Eyes

Posted On Oct 3 2005 by

Let me tell you something about male writers. We hate describing people. We know three colors outside of primary and hair is either blond, red, or brunette. I should keep a box of Crayolas next to my desk just so I can have a color besides pink to describe a blouse. Oh, by the way, I can identify a blouse, slacks, and maybe an evening gown. After that I get lost. Although I learned what seersucker is not long ago. It has nothing to do with guys like me who pounce on every Craftsman tool sale in the Sunday ads. …


October

Posted On Oct 1 2005 by

“There are too many months between October and October.” – Gene Hill Yes, my Michigan is soon to be dressed in her finest splendor. This morning I got up before the tribe, made a pot of coffee, and rejoiced in the arrival of my favorite month. At one time, it was my favorite month because Michigan’s archery deer season begins today. I still hunt, but very little, which would have been unthinkable twenty years ago. As I grew older, though, I learned to appreciate just being alive during October. So, for those of you who live in the northern portion …


A Real Job

Posted On Sep 28 2005 by

I was told once that the best way to learn something is to teach it. So, here’s what I’ll do. I promised my critique group that I’d keep them posted as I read through Robert McKee’s “Story.” The book is aimed at screenwriters, but Lord help us, we’re not that different. Stephen King said that your story will get you a lot farther than your writing ability. I have to agree, and apparently so does Mr. McKee. We often complain, as writers, that the market is just too flooded with manuscripts, nobody will ever see our work. According to McKee, …