Sunday, November 18, 2018

#002 Inside the Emotion of Fiction - Ed Protzel's Futuristic/Mystery/Thriller THE ANTIQUITIES DEALER . . .



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Name of fiction work? And were there other names you considered that you would like to share with us?  
The full name is The Antiquities Dealer (A David Greenberg Mystery). I didn’t use the subtitle at first, but then realized the series potential, adventures, mishaps and other mishegas the protagonist could stumble upon in the future. Poor guy! (Right:  Ed Protzel.  Copyright permission granted by Ed Protzel for this CRC Blog Post Ony)

Fiction genre? Ex science fiction, short story, fantasy novella, romance, drama, crime, plays, flash fiction, historical, comedy, etc. And how many pages long?
I classify The Antiquities Dealer as a futuristic mystery/thriller, with a touch of sci-fi and a splash of romance. With its mysterious clue to decode, surprising plot twists, and life-threatening quest for a missing relic, at 284 pages the book’s been compared to Dan Brown’s novels.

Has this been published? And it is totally fine if the answer is no. If yes, what publisher and what publication date?
Yes. It was published by indie publisher TouchPoint Press and released Nov. 5, 2018. It’s available on Amazon in paperback and Kindle, and as a Barnes and Noble Nook edition. Also at the TouchPoint Press Bookstore, paperback and ebook.  https://touchpointpress.com/ 

What is the date you began writing this piece of fiction and the date when you completely finished the piece of fiction?   As best as I can recall, I began writing The Antiquities Dealer about 10 years ago. I was working full time then, so I was limited to working on it weekends and evenings. The fits and starts did allow me to research and brainstorm ideas. So I can’t complain. I made rapid headway after taking early retirement about four years ago, allowing me the luxury—and lifelong dream —to writing full time. It’s been a productive few years, juggling The Antiquities Dealer with my historical DarkHorse Trilogy, which began over 15 years ago. (Right:  Ed Protzel at a local St Louis bookstore.  Copyright permission granted by Ed Protzel for this CRC Blog Post Only) 

Where did you do most of your writing for this fiction work? And please describe in detail. And can you please include a photo of the rough draft?
Almost 90 percent of my work is done at my desk in my office, facing a window. Occasionally I’ll go to a quiet table at the nearby library to proof, edit, brainstorm, draft ideas on a legal pad. I tried bringing my laptop to the library for a change of pace, but never got used to it. Old school I guess you could say, even though I’ve been writing on a computer forever—starting way back to using floppy discs on my trusty Apple II.  (Left:  Ed Protzel in his office on November 18, 2018.  Copyright permission granted by Ed Protzel for this CRC Blog Post Only) 

What were your writing habits while writing this work- did you drink something as you wrote, listen to music, write in pen and paper, directly on laptop; specific time of day?   I admit to being a bit mood-oriented. When I’m deep into a scene, time escapes me. I try to break away to the gym every day. Too much sitting is bad in all sorts of ways. Shutting down websites and email notifications is a must: otherwise I’ll be pulled into some news story and have a hard time settling back to my fictional world.
What is the summary of this specific fiction work?
The Antiquities Dealer - Near future. David Greenberg, a twice-divorced antiquities dealer, is drawn by his long-lost love into a conspiracy by an ancient Israeli society to clone the great minds of history—beginning with Jesus Christ.

What is the summary of your other fiction works?

I’ve completed several screenplays for feature film, one of which, The Lies That Bind, originally titled DarkHorse, morphed into the novel version. The others include Earth Excursions, a futuristic tragicomedy in the guise of a political mystery/thriller, and The Goon and the Ice Princess, a bittersweet romantic tragicomedy, about a loose-living, veteran NHL defenseman and the female team owner, who discover what it means to dedicate themselves to something above self-interest. There are many others, and drafts of other novels I started, all of which are “retired.”


The three novels published, to date include:
The Antiquities Dealer - Near future. David Greenberg, a twice-divorced antiquities dealer, is drawn by his long-lost love into a conspiracy by an ancient Israeli society to clone the great minds of history—beginning with Jesus Christ.

The Lies That Bind (DarkHorse Trilogy, Book 1) - 1859-61 Mississippi. Durksen Hurst, a down-on-his-luck abolitionist, and a group of runaway slaves form a secret partnership to build their own plantation, opposing the town’s dominant family, a reclusive widow and her rebellious son who are harboring dark secrets. 

 Honor Among Outcasts (DarkHorse Trilogy, Book 2) - 1863 Missouri. Fleeing Civil War Mississippi,  abolitionist Durksen Hurst and his DarkHorse partners form a Union colored cavalry regiment to fight guerrillas in western Missouri, as Confederate guerrillas and corrupt generals imperil their lives.

In 2019, Something in Madness (DarkHorse Trilogy, Book 3) - 1865 Mississippi. The surviving DarkHorse partners return to Mississippi after the war, only to be ensnared in the cruel Black Codes and other Reconstruction-era depredations.

Can you give the reader just enough information for them to understand what is going on in the excerpt?
Of course. The most powerful and meaningful emotional scenes are near the end of the book; however, for this scene...

Twenty years earlier, in grad school, David's great love, Miriam, had run off to Israel with his roommate and best friend, Solly. Now he and Miriam are in Paris and confront the memory:

·     David regrets neglecting Miriam, which ties deeply into my remorse for neglecting friends, family and loves in the past.

·     Miriam points out that David's family was so 
    cold, distant to each other and to him. He lost his instinct to be a part of anything meaningful and became alienated.

He didn't have a religious upbringing, wasn't part of a community, and became a lone wolf. Likewise, this reflects my family upbringing and its consequences. 

Please include excerpt and include page numbers as reference. The excerpt can be as short or as long as you prefer.
Excerpt from The Antiquities Dealer, Chapter 19 - Will We Always Have Paris? - ebook edition, page 171:

“You encouraged me to paint, David,” she said wistfully, remembering our primeval days. Staring directly into my eyes, she gently brushed my cheek as if no decades had intervened between the last time she’d performed the same act in that college apartment. “You convinced me I could be an artist.”
“I didn’t encourage you to run off to Israel,” I said softly, lowering my voice. Just that simple gesture, brushing my cheek, still melted my ever-tight nerves. “So what happened, Miriam?”
“David, I’d stopped seeing my friends for you. But you were away from the apartment so much—chess tournaments that went on all weekend, all-night card games—you don’t remember how often we were apart, or how lonely I was.”
“Cards were my scholarship supplement; that’s how I won my car. We had so much fun being together, driving everywhere in my used Sirocco.”
“Come on, David, ‘scholarship supplement?’ The Sirocco? I liked it just as well, better in fact, when we walked or rode our bikes around town. Don’t you remember? No, you needed the thrill of the games more than you needed the money. Sure, we set up my easel in the living room, so I could paint. Too much time. Where were you? I was young. You didn’t need me the way I needed you.”
I remembered back to the early days of our relationship, the long walks along Wydown Boulevard, the strolls through the De Mun neighborhood with its restaurants and bars, and the bike rides to Forest Park, to the art museum, the zoo. It didn’t matter that we had little money. Now I realized how often I’d left her alone, rattling around the apartment waiting for me, while I played fast and loose with the boys.
“I gave up cards way back; it was never really much fun. Chess for the most part, too, except for the odd pick-up game. So, you and me…and Solly?”
“David, it’s where you come from. Your family was so cold, so distant, to each other and to you. You lost your instinct to be a part of anything meaningful. You became so alienated.
“My father was a simple salesman, David, and I had that religious upbringing that you didn’t. I was part of a community. I needed that; I still do. You were a lone wolf, probably still are.”
Why is this excerpt so emotional for you? And can you describe your own emotional experience of writing this specific excerpt?
I wanted to tap into the deep feelings of isolation, abandonment, longing and loneliness I experienced in my younger years (childhood, adolescence, young adulthood), and to give this scene a sense of verisimilitude (forgive the screenwriter jargon). Left:  Ed Protzel.  Copyright permission granted by Ed Protzel for this CRC Blog Post Only)

Were there any deletions from this excerpt that you can share with us? And can you please include a photo of your marked up rough drafts of this excerpt.
I struggled with plenty of drafts and rewrites, but none that I look back on or kept. (Right: Ed Protzel.  Copyright permission granted by Ed Protzel for this CRC Blog Post Only) 
Contact link for you?
Website:
http://www.edprotzel.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/EProtzel
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14757802.Ed_Protzel
Google-Plus: https://plus.google.com/+EdProtzel

Ed Protzel is an award-winning author of four novels who has completed five original screenplays for feature film and developed scripts/projects for 20th Century Fox. Protzel has been recognized by Midwest Book Review, Readers’ Favorite, Literary Titan, Missouri Writers Guild and Missouri Playwrights Association. He has a master’s degree in English Literature/Creative Writing from the University of Missouri-St. Louis. He lives in St. Louis and is represented by Loiacono Literary Agency. (Left:  Ed Protzel in April of 2018.  Copyright permission granted by Ed Protzel for this CRC Blog Post Only) 


Inside the Emotion of Fiction Links

11 15 2018 Nathaniel Kaine’s
Thriller Novel
John Hunter – The Veteran


11 18 2018 Ed Protzzel’s
Futuristic/Mystery/Thriller

The Antiquities Dealer  


Friday, November 16, 2018

#40 Backstory of the Poems " "My Children Question Me About Poetry" and "Deathbed Dreams" by Rita Quillen



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***This is the fortieth in a never-ending series called BACKSTORY OF THE POEM where the Chris Rice Cooper Blog (CRC) focuses on one specific poem and how the poet wrote that specific poem.  All BACKSTORY OF THE POEM links are at the end of this piece. 

#40 Backstory of the Poems
“My Children Question Me About Poetry”
and
“Deathbed Dreams”
by Rita Quillen

Can you go through the step-by-step process of writing this poem from the moment the idea was first conceived in your brain until final form?   I wrote the poem “My Children Question Me About Poetry” sometime around 1985 or ’86 in response to a prompt from one of my major influences, east Tennessee poet Jeff Daniel Marion. (with Rita right.  Copyright permission granted by Rita Quillen for this CRC Blog Post Only)
He was teaching the poetry class at the Appalachian Writer’s Workshop held annually at the Hindman Settlement School in eastern Kentucky. 

      The instructions for the assignment were to write a series of logical questions about something on the left side of the page, and then answer each question to the right. The answers to the question were to be such that the right side of the page could be read as a poem.  Here is that poem:

MY CHILDREN QUESTION ME ABOUT POETRY
What are you making?                        A child who answers
How will you make it?                       Thoughtfully, thoughtfully-
What will you use?                             A quickening ingredient
                                                            Some tears with fine gravel
                                                            Nighthawk’s wings    
                                                            The stillness beyond memory
When will you finish?                         At dawn on the last morning. (OCTOBER DUSK, Seven Buffaloes Press, 1987)

           
About that same time in my life, my grandmother on my mother’s side passed away. A year or two after her death, I was watching a film version of Horton Foote’s (Left) amazing play, TRIP TO BOUNTIFUL (Below) about a grandmother wanting to make one last trip home to her Texas hometown before she passed away. For some mysterious reason, the woman in the film made me think of my grandmother, and then of the lines of this poem “the stillness beyond memory/at dawn on the last morning.”
       On the surface it makes no sense, in that my grandmother had no compelling desire, as far as I knew, to return to the community of her childhood or make any other such pilgrimage. But she did have a very challenging life, in many ways, and at the end of her life struggled with dementia and amputation among other things. I felt a sadness at her passing that was not just the expected type of grief from loss we all feel at such a time, but also a grief that her life couldn’t have been easier, happier, less stressful.
      
Another relevant event that occurred about the same time was a discovery of the poetic form called a pantoum; its beautiful, haunting, liturgical quality of repetition and musicality really appealed to me. All of these events converged into a poem called
“Deathbed Dreams” which was a pantoum about my grandmother that incorporated several images
from the earlier poem of questions and answers. (Left:  Rita, left standing, with her grandmother
Carrie Freeman holding Rita's son.  Copyright permission granted by Rita Quillen for this CRC Blog Post Only)

DEATHBED DREAMS
(for Carrie Freeman 1904-1986)

In the willows and vines along the river
where white stone and heat glow
the fairest child of morning stands
her heart drumming like nighthawk’s wings.

Where white stone and heat glow
bees hover and die by the hundreds
her heart drumming like nighthawk’s wings,
the child who answers waits.

Bees hover and die by the hundreds
in the stillness just beyond memory
the child who answers waits
suffering in the heat and day drone.

In the stillness just beyond memory
the daughter of daughters feels the past
suffering in the heat and day drone
like a musty blanket of wish and wait.

The daughter of daughters feels the past
knowing the dawn of her very last morning
like a musty blanket of wish and wait
listening to winds, warnings, and foreign tongues.

Knowing the dawn of her last morning
down the long dark well of stopped time
listening to winds, warnings, and foreign tongues
in the willows and vines along the river.

This experience taught me that I was very drawn to this type of call and response and echoing quality. My years in church growing up merged with my writing to find a commonality and a perspective that I had not previously thought about.  I did something new with my writing and discovered a direction I wanted to explore more. A big part of the challenge and the fun of writing poetry is the journey itself from the conception to the execution of the idea of the poem, watching the sometimes strange and unexpected path the work travels as it makes its way on to the page. (Left:  Rita Quillen.  Copyright permission granted by Rita Quillen for this CRC Blog Post only)
Where were you when you started to actually write the poems?  And please describe the place in great detail.   I wrote the initial draft of the poem – the list of questions and answers – at the Hindman Settlement School (https://www.hindmansettlement.org/)  in Hindman KY where the annual Appalachian Writer’s Workshop is held every August.  Specifically, sitting on the steps outside the old library building on campus where most of the classes were held.  It was an assignment due the next day for the poetry workshop led by noted Appalachian poet Jeff Daniel Marion.  (Right).

What month and year did you start writing these poems?   I am not sure of the year, but it should have been between 1985-87.  

How many drafts of these poems did you write before going to the final? (And can you share a photograph of your rough drafts with pen markings on it?)   SORRY – just can’t remember – and can not find the original.  Ugh.  I have most of them saved away, but couldn’t find this one.   

What do you want readers of these poems to take from this poems?   I think, aside from the obvious tribute to my grandmother (right.  Copyright permission granted by Rita Quillen for this CRC Blog Post Only), to the acknowledgement of her life passing, as a poet I hope people will note the lyrical language, the figurative elements of it, and to appreciate how the repetition of the pantoum form holds the sound and meaning so beautifully together.  I think modern poetry with its emphasis on free and blank verse sometimes misses out on the advantages and strengths that form can bring to a work.

Which part of the poems was the most emotional of you to write and why?   All of it, really, thinking about my grandmother in her final moments, imagining her, though I was not there, seeing all of us in her final moments, in her mind’s eye, and all those who had gone before.  
Have these poems been published before?  And if so where?   The poem was published in THE MOSSY CREED READER in about 1992, I believe, and then appeared in my first full-length collection COUNTING THE SUMS, from Sow’s Ear Press in 1995.

Contact Information:   www.ritasimsquillen.com is my website.  People can follow me on Twitter @hillbillypoet and on Facebook. (Rita's web log photo right)

Rita Quillen’s new full-length poetry collection, THE MAD FARMER’S WIFE, was published in 2016 by Texas Review Press, a Texas A & M affiliation and was a finalist for the prestigious Weatherford Award in Appalachian Literature from Berea College. Her novel HIDING EZRA, released by Little Creek Books, was a finalist for the 2005 DANA Awards, and a chapter of the novel is included in TALKING APPALACHIAN , a scholarly study of Appalachian dialect published by the University of Kentucky Press in 2014. One of six semi- finalists for the 2012-14 Poet Laureate of Virginia, she received a Pushcart nomination in 2012 and 2015, and a Best of the Net nomination in 2012. (Left:  Rita Quillen.  Copyright permission granted by Rita Quillen for this CRC Blog Post Only)











BACKSTORY OF THE POEM LINKS

001  December 29, 2017
Margo Berdeshevksy’s “12-24”

002  January 08, 2018
Alexis Rhone Fancher’s “82 Miles From the Beach, We Order The Lobster At Clear Lake Café”

003 January 12, 2018
Barbara Crooker’s “Orange”

004 January 22, 2018
Sonia Saikaley’s “Modern Matsushima”

005 January 29, 2018
Ellen Foos’s “Side Yard”

006 February 03, 2018
Susan Sundwall’s “The Ringmaster”

007 February 09, 2018
Leslea Newman’s “That Night”

008 February 17, 2018
Alexis Rhone Fancher “June Fairchild Isn’t Dead”

009 February 24, 2018
Charles Clifford Brooks III “The Gift of the Year With Granny”

010 March 03, 2018
Scott Thomas Outlar’s “The Natural Reflection of Your Palms”

011 March 10, 2018
Anya Francesca Jenkins’s “After Diane Beatty’s Photograph “History Abandoned”

012  March 17, 2018
Angela Narciso Torres’s “What I Learned This Week”

013 March 24, 2018
Jan Steckel’s “Holiday On ICE”

014 March 31, 2018
Ibrahim Honjo’s “Colors”

015 April 14, 2018
Marilyn Kallett’s “Ode to Disappointment”

016  April 27, 2018
Beth Copeland’s “Reliquary”

017  May 12, 2018
Marlon L Fick’s “The Swallows of Barcelona”

018  May 25, 2018
Juliet Cook’s “ARTERIAL DISCOMBOBULATION”

019  June 09, 2018
Alexis Rhone Fancher’s “Stiletto Killer. . . A Surmise”

020 June 16, 2018
Charles Rammelkamp’s “At Last I Can Start Suffering”

021  July 05, 2018
Marla Shaw O’Neill’s “Wind Chimes”

022 July 13, 2018
Julia Gordon-Bramer’s “Studying Ariel”

023 July 20, 2018
Bill Yarrow’s “Jesus Zombie”

024  July 27, 2018
Telaina Eriksen’s “Brag 2016”

025  August 01, 2018
Seth Berg’s “It is only Yourself that Bends – so Wake up!”

026  August 07, 2018
David Herrle’s “Devil In the Details”

027  August 13, 2018
Gloria Mindock’s “Carmen Polo, Lady Necklaces, 2017”

028  August 21, 2018
Connie Post’s “Two Deaths”

029  August 30, 2018
Mary Harwell Sayler’s “Faces in a Crowd”

030 September 16, 2018
Larry Jaffe’s “The Risking Point”

031  September 24, 2018
Mark Lee Webb’s “After We Drove”

032  October 04, 2018
Melissa Studdard’s “Astral”

033 October 13, 2018
Robert Craven’s “I Have A Bass Guitar Called Vanessa”

034  October 17, 2018
David Sullivan’s “Paper Mache Peaches of Heaven”

035 October 23, 2018
Timothy Gager’s “Sobriety”

036  October 30, 2018
Gary Glauber’s “The Second Breakfast”

037  November 04, 2018
Heather Forbes-McKeon’s “Melania’s Deaf Tone Jacket”

038 November 11, 2018
Andrena Zawinski’s “Women of the Fields”

039  November 00, 2018
Gordon Hilger’s “Poe”

040 November 16, 2018
Rita Quillen’s “My Children Question Me About Poetry” and “Deathbed Dreams”
https://chrisricecooper.blogspot.com/2018/11/40-backstory-of-poems-my-children.html