I’ve never seen a tiger

…at least, not in the wild.

Which seems to have disappointed a few people judging by the comments section of a couple of the previous posts – hey guys, they have very big teeth, you know!

Tigers are rarely seen in Malaysia, at least not healthy wild ones. If they should encounter you, they are much more likely to sneak around and watch you, rather than the other way around. That’s the scary bit.

I have been very, very close. Too much so. Years ago when my children were small, we were walking down a track in the National Park (Taman Negara) to one of the caves. We didn’t stay long. About half an hour later we walked back over the same track, only to see unmistakable claw marks on the trees and smell unmistakable scent marks that had not been there a few minutes earlier. The tiger, upset that someone had encroached on his territory, had done his best to reclaim it after our passing. Nowadays, there are far too many tourists using that same track for tigers to put in an appearance.

And once down in Endau Rompin National Park, also many years ago, we were sleeping on cots under a strung up canvas roof. I was on the end cot, with just a mosquito net between me and the forest… One of the other birders and I rose before dawn to walk one of the trails and listen to the dawn chorus. We hadn’t gone very far when there was the strong smell of tiger (imagine the scent of 20 dirty tomcats in one place…) and about 50m from camp in a muddy patch we found a tiger paw print. My jaw dropped. Those paws are HUGE. Dinner plate size, you know, the really, really big ones.

Not so very long ago, on one of my projects, we disturbed something as we walked down a logging track. The vegetation screening the track was very thick – like a wall – and from behind it, just a metre or two away, came a rough cough. We didn’t see anything, but we all knew that tigers don’t growl in warning, they cough. Dennis Yong, who was with me at the time, and has heard tigers cough before, said it didn’t sound quite the same…but he didn’t sound quite sure, either. Whatever it was, it was much too close.

Another time we were camped in the middle of a peat swamp. We had arrived by boat at about the only bit of cleared and dry-ish land in the area and pitched our tents. Except for Dennis. He preferred to sleep up on the high platform of the abandoned and rather ricketty aboriginal hut there, accessible only by a perpendicular ladder. I was wondering about that…when we found on the edge of the clearing, a scat containing the remains of a monkey. Ok, how many animals are large enough and carnivorous enough to eat a monkey? And which cat is the only feline that doesn’t cover up its scat? That’s right: tiger.

You know what? I made darn sure I never got up in the middle of the night to go bush…

The pix shows my one encounter with a big cat – a leopard/panther (which in Malaysia is usually black so it is very difficult to see the spots).

Photo (copyrighted) by Lim Kim Chye, taken during the course of a project funded by UNDP/GEF/under the auspices of the Malaysian Govt and Wetlands International.

Which was the lie?

The tiger story was the lie.

The Libyan minister was caught in the trap with the rest of his countrymen when air flights were banned in and out of his country for many years. He had to drive from Libya to Tunisia to catch a plane whenever he wanted to travel, so each time he left his car in our garage in Tunis until he came back. And I really didn’t want to drive his state-of-the-art programmed car.

And I did spend a couple of months hitchhiking around New Zealand with a girl friend when I was twenty. Had a wonderful time and not a single bad experience. Bunking down on the floor of the tourist info booth in the middle of the pavement was odd though – people talk about the darnedest things when they think no one else is around to hear them…

Reader review and a webcam warning…

Some readers write reviews that I love, not because they are full of praise, but because they make me think about my own work. And I learn things.
There is one such reader review here of The Aware and Gilfeather. But beware; there are a stack of spoilers, although she does signal them.

And I learned today that you really have to be careful with webcams. My laptop has one incorporated into the lid, which on default points at me. I was talking online when someone else walked into my bedroom, in a state of considerable undress.

Fortunately, her sister was at the other end of Skype, and was alone at the time…

Progress on Drouthlord:

Completed number of words:

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154,757 / 180,000
(86.0%)

Completed revision:

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82,156 / 180,000
(45.6%)

Two lies and a truth

This is from one of John Scalzi’s blogs.

“Weekend Assignment #181: Present three facts about yourself. Have two of them be true. Have one of them be false. Encourage people to guess which one is the false one. When do you reveal the false one? On Monday, in a new entry.

“Extra credit: Have you lied about something today (aside from the Weekend Assignment)? You don’t have to say what the lie was. Just whether you’ve lied today. Little white lies count.”

Okay, here are my three statements, two of them are true.

1. A Libyan government cabinet minister (loose translation, as they don’t call it a cabinet but a committee) used to leave his rather fancy car in our garage for weeks at a time. We were supposed to drive it occasionally to keep the battery charged, but I never dared. I mean, would you?

2. When I first went to live in Malaysia back in 1970, I stayed for a while in a village. The loo was out the back down a little path. In the middle of the night I needed to visit it (all those chillies…!). When I came out again and wanted to return to the house, there was a tiger lying across the path making a meal of a village cat. I slammed the loo door shut and stayed there, shivering with fright for two hours, eaten alive by mosquitoes, until the sun came up and I could peek out again to see if it had gone.

3. I once spent two months on the road, hitch-hiking. I remember one night spent sleeping on the floor of a tiny closed up tourist information booth in the middle of the pavement in a medium size town on a busy Saturday night… Didn’t get much sleep.

Have I lied about something today? Come on, I am looking after a three-year-old. I lie all the time. “Eat this dear, you’ll love it.” “No, I didn’t skip a page…” “I’m sure the Big Bad Wolf didn’t really eat him up…” “I said ‘ship’.”

How it’s going…

I actually had to spend most of my writing time today (limited mostly to grandson’s afternoon nap time and late at night) writing out answers to an interview.

However, having talked about the number of words in a book in the last couple of posts, here’s the latest on Drouthlord. The first is the % I have re-read and re-written with inserted material.

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80,856 / 180,000
(44.9%)

The second is how many words I have actually written altogether and how much there is still to go. Looks better than it actually is, as a few thousand words will be cut I feel sure.

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153,442 / 180,000
(85.2%)

More on how long a book should be…

Patty made a comment yesterday that prompted this post…thanks, Patty.

Let me start by saying that there is something that does remain a mystery to me, and that’s how authors – some of them, anyway – seem to know exactly how long a book is going to be before they even start if. They plan it meticulously, plan what they are going to say and what the characters will do chapter by chapter, and lo and behold, then they finish it looks just as they thought it was going to. I am much more haphazard. I know the ending, but I have no idea how many words it will take me to get there.

When I say that the present book will be 180,000, I mean that’s the aim. But we will see. I don’t want to sacrifice story coherence, and I certainly don’t want to pad, in order to reach that magical number. In fact, it isn’t magical at all…it’s just an estimation of how many words it will take to get this particular story written.

So how long should a book be, really, word-wise?

First of all, it depends on the genre.
Fantasy tends to be longer than Science fiction.
Historical fiction probably comes next in length, although sometimes it’s up there with the fantasies…

Far behind, comes mainstream and Young Adult and other genres. Many – perhaps even most – of these are under 100,000 words. Why?

Basically, it’s because with fantasy in particular, and to a lesser degree with historical and science fiction novels, the writer has to expend a large number of words telling the reader about the world. In a present day novel, you can say: Mary drove her dog to the vet’s because it needed its shots, and in twelve words you have told the reader that we are talking about a woman who has access to a car and has a pet that she cares about. If the writer says, Illusa-zerise laid a hand on Korden’s arm. ‘He is your Mirager, Magori,‘ you have no idea of what is going on unless the world has been well-portrayed during the course of the story. (That’s a sentence from Heart of the Mirage, by the way.) You don’t even know if the people mentioned are male or female.

However, anything over 180,000 starts to get a bit unwieldy and presents publishers with a bigger cost. Unless they are very, very sure that you are a rising star in the publishing firmament, they are likely to tell you to cut down the verbiage. If you have already proved your self with your large sales figures they will smile happily because they know the reading public is going to be delighted to see a lengthy book from their favourite author.

Here are the approximate lengths of some of my books:
Havenstar (standalone and the first published book): 156,000
The Aware (first book in Isles of Glory trilogy) : 126,000
Gilfeather (second book) :146,000
The Heart of the Mirage (first book in Mirage Makers trilogy): 143,000
Song of the Shiver Barrens: 163,000 (Third book)

I can’t remember the others, but I think they were in the 140-150,000 range. As you can see, I don’t have a set number!

So what is the right length for an unpublished author?
The answer is:
1) Take a look at the length of the genre/type of book you are aiming to write, especially those written as first books.
2) Don’t skimp and don’t pad.
3) When you come to the end, if you think it is too skimpy, then consider rewriting scenes or characters at greater depth.
4) if you think it is too long, go through with your red pen. Look at unwieldy passages – can you say it more simply? Look at repetitions – especially of the kind where you show the action and then have characters discussing it, or worse, you the author pontificating on it.

Here’s what agent Kristin on her entry for July 2nd had to say over at Pub Rants:

Some writers have an annoying habit of restating (via a thought their main character has) what has already been made apparent by the scene or the dialogue.

It’s amazing how much you can tighten up your writing and improve your book, simply by cutting down on the unnecessary.

So what is the right length?
Answer: There is none. What counts is how good your story is, and how good your writing.

But for someone trying to break into the field, I’d be cautious about doing something too far outside the norm lengthwise.

How long should a book be?

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152,219 / 180,000
(83.0%)

Here’s the progress: the orangey bit is the new words, up from 148,707. Doesn’t sound very much, but I am also pruning as I go, tightening up the previously written, so I am well content.

Here’s the actual percentage of what I have gone through correcting, cutting and filling in the gaps:

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72,409 / 180,000
(40.2%)

I haven’t actually written a book quite this way before. The normal thing for me is to write from the beginning to the end and then revise, revise, revise. Sometimes I do stop a couple of times (typically about a third and then again at two-thirds the way in) to reread from the beginning, just to make sure I am on the right track. And yes, I do tend to tidy up on those rereads.

{Word of warning to novice writers: it is easy to keep doing this, revising all the time, instead of ever getting to the end. So watch yourself – don’t go back and reread unless you have a reason, and don’t try to polish too much until you have a first draft in your hand. I suspect there are far more books begun than there are ever books finished. If you are writing your first book, your initial aim should be to reach the END. Never lose sight of that goal. You won’t have finished the book, but you will have a full draft to work with, which is more than most people ever do.}

This time though, when I was writing the first draft, I could see that the book was becoming too long, so I kept trying to keep the verbiage down.

Mistake. It ended up – as my first beta readers attested – being a story that had skimpy sections that were frustrating because the reader wanted the details. It also ended up 205,000 words long. Far too long, unless you are “a name” and can sell anything you write without publishers swallowing sickly at the length. (Just compare the length of the unknown Rowling’s first HP book to the length of the famous Rowling’s later ones.)

In other words, I had a story that was too long for the word length I had allotted.

What to do?

The answer was simple. I had to fill in the empty spaces to make it a good story. And I had to come to the end much sooner to make it a publishable story.

But the year was 2002. And other books got in the way. I had contracts for The Isles of Glory, and then more contracts for The Mirage Makers – and deadlines, one after the other. So the story of The Random Rain Cycle was abandoned while I wrote other things.

Re-reading the MS after five years away from it was great. It was clear that there was a natural ending at about 144,000 words. Just the kind of ending I like to give my readers – there is closure of the more immediate story, but lots of loose ends to entice them back to see what happens in the larger tale.

So that is what I am working on now – a complete story that has sections which need plumping out. There is one major new character too – the love interest of one of the others – who wasn’t there at all in the earlier version.

It’s fun, but tricky. Everything has to dovetail, and it is incredibly easy to muck up the continuity when you put in major insertions. Revision, once I have finished, will have to be very, very careful…

Biltmore Estate


Along the way we took a day to explore Biltmore Estate.

Everything about this reminded me of visiting one of Britain’s stately homes – Longleat or Chatsworth, for example, mixed in with a chateau in France for good measure. There was a working farm, a winery, a forest – and a house. My grandson said it was a palace, and I guess he was right.

My hips forbade me from accessing anything other than the two floors accessible without climbing stairs, but even so, it was a fascinating day. Built in the 1890s by one of the Vanderbilt family as his home, it was first opened to the public during the depression years. It is still America’s largest private house, and is owned by the grandson. The house covers 4 acres – just to put that in perspective, I grew up on a mixed farm which was just 8 acres, and which was large enough to support our family.

I expected something over the top grand and garish and was pleasantly surprised. Well, the Great Hall was a bit ridiculous, super-sized and worthy of nothing less than an absolute monarch, complete with thrones and an organ and somehow more reminiscent of a cathedral in its grandeur and size, but the rest of the house was rather lovely. My favourite bits were the hand-tooled leather walls of the billiard room, and the gold-painted burlap walls in one of the bedrooms. That’s right – burlap. Surely one of the cheapest and plainest of fibres (otherwise known as gunny sacking, or hessian, made from jute…)

And there were a couple of Renoirs, a painter who has always been one of my favourites. Lovely.

Unfortunately photos were not allowed inside, but here are some photos taken outside and in the grounds.

Travelling from Virginia to North Carolina


A writer works anywhere.

That’s me in the white hat leaning over the stone wall admiring the view…

We went to North Carolina for the weekend. My daughter had a wedding to attend. This entailed a lovely drive through the Shenandoah Valley, up over the Blue Ridge/Smoky Mountains and down into Ashville/Hendersonville. Gorgeous scenery, and we were blessed with great summery weather too.

Of course, I did a bit of writing whenever there was a spare moment.
A pix of me at work in a kid’s playground…!

And I added another state to my USA total: Tennessee.