Slow net!

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I'm at the beach (wonderful!), which slows by nature — but the Net connection is painfully slow here, so I'm going to blame my absence on that. It's certainly part of it.

I have been working, although in a lazy way: Q&A for the P.S. section of the Canadian hardcover, another Q&A for the French film-maker, emails from my agent, my L.A. editor.

This morning I started the next draft of the plot, but was flummoxed by software. Grrr! Word 2008 is missing some critical features that it used to have: the capacity to print out comments, for example. Then suddenly -- something I did, no doubt -- caused the formatting toolbar to disappear. I could no longer even increase the size of the type. I spent way too much time trying to figure it out. Then I tried Mac's iWork Pages programme. This software has a lovely feel, and seemed easy to master -- but for one thing: how to split the screen?!

It seemed to me that both these programmes had loads of bells and whistles, but were lacking in some basic word processing tools. I ended up going back to Word 2004: I'm so glad I kept the old programme.

With all this, I actually did manage to get some plotting work done.

But now ... back to the beach! (May my friends and family in the North forgive me.)

Winnie-the-Pooh

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Two friends from up north have emailed me to say that they heard me interviewed on the CBC last Saturday. This wasn't a real interview, but "Proustian" questions posed to a number of writers. What I'm curious to know is if they used the question: "Who is your favourite literary character?" Because my answer was — ta da! — Winnie the Pooh.

And really, who doesn't love Winnie?

I'm heavy into research again. Before I construct a plot around a Black Mass, I have to decide if it likely happened — and if so, when ... and where. This first entailed re-visiting the best book on the subject, and then, of course (because I have to see for myself), wading into the archives of the Bastille to view to trial accounts first-hand. These archives are now downloadable and on my computer: the Net is so amazing. What it means is that I can read the word-for-word transcripts of trials that took place in 1680.

But it's ugly stuff — certainly not a Winnie-the-Pooh world — and all the accounts differ. What a cast of characters, though, charlatans in every shape and size. I'm with Winnie on this: puzzled as all get-out.

To town and back

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It has been eight years since I've had a book out, and the entire process has changed. We don't see galleys anymore, for example, and much of the promotion is through the internet. Before, when I had a reading, I would make up posters to put up around town myself, or mail off for others to put up. Now I'm thinking of making up a poster that can be downloaded and printed from my website.

Some things never change, however: and that's the need for a box of my books in the back of my car. I went into town today — gas, bank machine, drug store, grocery store, flower shop ... — and I was asked several times for my book. (The town is small, 600 at last count, and bookstores nonexistant.) I'd forgotten about this part of the process, this ever-so-sweet selling of books out of the trunk of a car, a tradition every writer alive has been part of. I think of Grisham, driving around the country, peddling his novels to bookstores. I think of Dickens. It wouldn't have been a car but a horse-drawn buggy ... but without a doubt, he would have had books with him.