Oh, cough!

A few years ago, while working diligently on a manuscript I was calling THE FAKE MCCOY (yes, it's the one that Pulse will turn into a book next year!),  I got a cold.  After that cold was gone, my cough lingered on.  And on.  And on. 

My husband was annoyed at having to hear it all the time.  My coworkers were annoyed.  Even my cats were annoyed.  One of them would do this weird growl thing at me when I'd cough, even while she was sleeping.  The cats would also give me really annoyed expressions like this:

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And then they'd be like, "Oh my ears!"

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I didn't know what to do about it.  I knew I wasn't sick.  I just had a cough that wouldn't end!  There's nothing all that serious about that, right?

To amuse myself and to annoy my husband even further, I wrote a chronic cough into the story I was working on.  One of the minor characters, Taku Endo, had a cough that annoyed his band mates to no end.  They would get on him to go to the doctor, but he wouldn't because he knew there was nothing wrong with him.  (When my husband read through those scenes for me, he'd say, "Gah!  Shut the [KOMO 4] up, Taku!" every time Taku coughed.)

Finally, after four months of this cough occuring on in my life, I was finally convinced to see the doctor.  He said what was going on was bronchospasms.  His theory was that since my cold had made me cough a lot, my airways had become irritated.  Since the airways were irritated, an involuntary spasm was making me cough more.  It was a never-ending cycle.  He prescribed me with this stuff to relax the airways which would keep me from coughing which would allow them to heal which would keep me from coughing:

It worked! 

At that point, I thought it necessary to change my story so that Taku now had a diagnosis:  bronchospasms.  He still had a persistent cough, but that was because he didn't always use his inhalers.  (Unlike me, who made sure to use them regularly.)

Now, almost two years later, I'm having issues again.  My inhalers were all gone and my prescriptions had run out.  I contacted the doctor, explaining that it was the same old thing and could he pretty please refill my prescriptions?  He did so, but requested that I come in for pulmonary testing to determine if I have asthma. 

I did the test today, and the results should be in by Monday.  I don't know what it's going to mean for me if I do have asthma, if anything will actually change in my life.  I'm not overly concerned right now.

But if I get a new diagnosis, what's going to happen to Taku in all of this?   There's a line in the manuscript where he says, Normal 0

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“For the millionth time.  I don’t have asthma.  I have bronchospasms.” 

Is it going to turn out that he's in serious denial?  Or will I have to change that part of the story again?  ;-)

(Since I haven't started revisions yet, I don't actually know if Taku's cough is even going to exist in the final version.  It's a small thing and unimportant overall.  I hope it can stay, though.  I really kind of love re-reading those parts.  It's like an inside joke with myself.)

To cannibalize or not to cannibalize?

In my presently-on-hold manuscript (Manuscript A), there is a Thing the main character wants.  And in the course of the story, she makes a choice to do what needs to be done so she can get it.

In my presently-being-first-drafted manuscript (Manuscript B), there NEEDS to be a Thing the main character wants so that she can make a choice to do what needs to be done so she can get it.  It's the whole point of a story, right?  The protagonist's quest?

I've spent many weeks trying to decide what The Thing should be in Manuscript B.  I even opened it up for suggestions at one point.  And while there were many good ideas here and from friends and family, none of them have felt quite right to me. 

So, I continued moving forward in the draft, writing all the scenes that don't have anything to do with The Thing.  But I'm getting to the point now where I need to make a choice and go with something--even if it is a temporary something.  I'm going to get stuck if I don't.

In the last few days, I've come to the conclusion that The Thing that might be best for Manuscript B is the EXACT Thing that I was intending to use in Manuscript A. 

And, well, that just won't work.  I can't have two stories with the same Thing in them!  Which means I need to either give up on Manuscript A entirely, or change the Thing in Manuscript A to something different in order to use it in Manuscript B.

I'm feeling very uncertain about what will be the right thing to do, particularly as I don't know which, if either, will be more likely to sell for me, you know?

Romantic songs.

When I was fourteen, I saw the Kevin Costner movie, ROBIN HOOD: PRINCE OF THIEVES, for the first time. (Back then, KC's inconsistent accent in the movie didn't bother me; it didn't even seem weird.  That was then.) 

To say that I absolutely adored that movie would be an understatement.  The truth is, I was obsessed with it.  It changed my whole life, in part, because it was while watching that movie that I fell in love for the first time... with Christian Slater.   

Bryan Adam's power ballad, "(Everything I Do) I Do It For You", was part of the soundtrack for ROBIN HOOD: PRINCE OF THIEVES. It is not a coincidence that I was also obsessed with that song.  If I were to dig through my enormous box of notes and junk from high school, I'm about 97.4% sure that the "Time Capsule" note I wrote to myself declares my favorite musician to be Bryan Adams, and my favorite song to be "(Everything I Do) I Do It For You."  (I believe, also, that my other favorite song was "Right Here, Right Now"  by Jesus Jones, while my  favorite bands were Guns N Roses and Nirvana.  Oh, yeah.) 

If it were possible to make out with a song, I would have made out with "(Everything I Do) I Do It For You" every minute of every single day.  Lines very near the end made me absolutely die every time I heard them: 

           Yeah, I would fight for you
           I'd lie for you
           Walk the wire for you
           Yeah, I'd die for yoooooooooooooou.

*contented sigh*

(Yeah.  You're feeling it, too, aren't you?)

I remember being fourteen and lying on my bed in our Lakewood house, staring up at my net full of stuffed animals that hung from the ceiling while I listened to my Bryan Adams tapes and thought that there could be nothing better than having a boy (ahem, Christian Slater) sing about feeling (or at the very least, just speak about feeling) that way about me. 

Tonight, The Song came on the radio while I was driving home from work.  It's been ages since I've heard it, and I have to admit, I still kind of... love it.  My heart went all crazy and I felt swoon-ish for the duration of the song. 

And then it was over, and I realized that deep down, I find "Teenage Dirtbag" by Wheatus to be a million times more romantic.

(No, I'm really not sure what any of this says about me.)

Twitter.

Okay, I'm doing something with my public Twitter account.  And that something consists of going on a friending spree.  So, if you got a notice about Mindi_Scott adding you, she is me.  But you already knew that, huh? 

Feel free to add me if you wanna!

Now I'm off to pick up my husband in Mercer Island.  Which requires putting on pants.  I'm about this excited about it:

*holds up index finger a fraction of an inch from thumb*

Author interview: John C. Ford

John C. Ford wrote THE MORGUE AND ME, a YA mystery novel released on June 25, 2009. He is offering a free signed copy of the book at his blog. To enter to win, just leave a comment on his giveaway entry before Tuesday, July 7th!


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Christopher just needed a job to kill time the summer after high school graduation. He didn’t expect it to be in the morgue. And he certainly could never have predicted that Tina—loud, insanely hot, ambitious newspaper reporter Tina—would be his partner. But all of that did happen. And Christopher’s life will never be the same.

 


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The Magic 8  
Where authors answer 8 important (and magical!) questions. Uh huh.

1. At age eight, what did you want to be when you grew up? And at age eighteen? And while you’re at it, what about at age twenty-eight?
Eight: Olympic swimmer. I probably even would have told you the event: 200 backstroke.
Eighteen: Winona Ryder’s husband.
Twenty-Eight: Supreme Court advocate or . . . yep . . . author.

2. Which Breakfast-Club-style label would have best fit your teenage self?
(Clever Examples: The Bad Ass, The Athlete, The Hottie, The Dork, The Genius, The Psycho, The Social Butterfly, The Band Geek, The Drama Queen/King, The I Wish I Were a Vampire, The Entirely Something Else.)
The Outsider? Although, when I say that, I imagine a guy wearing black jeans with one of those chain-loop thingys hanging from the waist, and that wasn’t me. I was much more the Anthony Michael Hall type, fashion wise.

3. What are some of your superstitions and/or phobias?
I’m bad with heights. Although it’s not the heights themselves that scare me, but rather the sensation that some alien force is going to inhabit my mind and make me throw myself over the railing/wall/whatever. I’ve always wondered: is that how it is for everybody who’s afraid of heights or is that my own particular dysfunction?

4. Without giving away too much from your book, which character or scene are you the most pleased about having created, and why?
I’d pick out two scenes set in the morgue where the main character, Christopher, is working for the summer. Not surprisingly, it’s also the starting point for the mystery.

In the first, the town Sheriff rushes Christopher out after a body has arrived. I like some of the lines in that scene, but mostly I just like the feel of it. You’re just understanding that this 18-year-old kid has stepped into something fishy, and I like how the mystery starts to play out through Christopher’s eyes.

The second is a scene in which Christopher is working late at the morgue and has an unexpected encounter with Julia, his high school crush. It’s sort of like a date, but in a morgue. A date in a morgue! As soon as I thought of that concept, I had to go with it.

5. Was there any certain music that inspired you while you were writing this book, or is there a song that could serve as your protagonist’s theme song?
Honestly, I’m quite jealous of people (and by people, I believe I mean every writer but me) able to connect with their stories through music. It seems terribly artistic, but I have to have pretty much total silence when I write.

A song for my main character . . . okay, if Adam Lambert ever sings Edgar Allan Poe’s The Raven set to a pop beat, that could be it. See how bad I am at this?

6. When I was having a rough time finding an agent, sometimes I’d say things like, “Getting this book published would be great and all, but I’d like it even better if someone would use my characters to make a TV show that I can watch!” What about you? Do you have a fantasy list of who you might like to see involved in making a movie or television series about your book?
Oh, I hear you on this one. I have a fantasy of my novel as a tv series—think Veronica Mars meets Moonlighting. It totally rocks . . . in my head. I would cast Ed Norton (time-traveled back to his 18-year-old self) and Emily Blunt (you know, from The Devil Wears Prada?) as his unattainable, man-eating sidekick, Tina, a local reporter. I would be totally riveted.

7. What’s up next for you as a writer?
I’ve got a notion for a thriller-type story that I’m excited about, but I’m scared to say more. Apparently, one of my superstitions requires me to avoid talking about ideas before they’re down on paper.

8. And, now, the most important question of all: Beatles or Elvis? Please support your answer. ;-)
Okay, you’ve really raised the stakes with this one. I’m going to choose Elvis Presley, and here’s why: I once threw a party in which we played cheesy Elvis movies all night in the background (if you’ve never seen Clambake, it’s a must!), and it was one of the best parties I’ve ever had.

Bonus: Do you have any questions you’d like me to ask my Magic 8-Ball on your behalf? (I’m telling you, this thing is scarily accurate! Well, except for when it’s lying.)
Okay Mindi’s 8-Ball, give it to me straight:
If I had met Winona Ryder when I was 18, would see have dug me?

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Mindi has got me fantasizing – will there ever be a tv series of The Morgue and Me?
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Do you ever get tired of answering people’s silly questions?
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So, um, sorry about Winona!  But, hey, TV series, yeah? 

Thank you so much, John! 

And everyone else, check out THE MORGUE AND ME, and click here to enter John’s contest to win an autographed copy!

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