The author and his mother, circa 1963.

Midday/Early Afternoon, Saturday, July 20, 2024, Madison, New Hampshire

Time Marches On, But Wounds Aren’t Healed

Mom and Yours Truly in my mom’s sick room back in 2012, two years into her last illness and three years before her death in July 2015.

Yesterday was the ninth anniversary of my mom’s death. Predictably, my inner vibe was not the greatest. I did my best to think positive (“At least she’s not suffering anymore,” and “The last thing she did before drifting off to sleep on that hot July Saturday was smile gratefully at me after I gave her that tramadol she’d asked for,” crossed my mind) and tried to work on the novel, but I couldn’t. I didn’t even submit any excerpts from the manuscript to Microsoft’s Copilot AI for in-depth breakdowns and literary reviews.

A Maddie Burger: A Bubba’s Original Flavor hamburger on English muffins, topped with a slice of Provolone and a dab of Sweet Baby Ray’s BBQ Sauce

Later in the afternoon, I made a “Maddie Burger” and played Strategic Command WWII: World at War. I still felt shitty, though. Not as bad as I did on the actual day that Mom died or the first few anniversaries, but enough to make me want to stay in my office and only come out to make dinner (I had ramen noodles, in case you wonder) and retire to my bedroom and watch Disney+ till I fell asleep.

It was a nice little boost to notice someone in the States picked up a paperback of Reunion: A Story. I’m not gonna be rolling in dough from the full retail price; if no more copies sell this month, my royalty check will only be $3.45 for the two that did—one was a Kindle and the other a paperback, my Kindle Direct Publishing account says.

Writing isn’t just about cash for me—I dig coming up with unique stories that nobody else has—but I’ve still got to cover my living expenses and have a little left over to pick up the latest book, film, or album once in a while. Like I mentioned in another post about royalties and book sales, I daydream about writing full-time. I don’t need Stephen King’s bankroll or to live as Tom Clancy did, but making enough to hold my own in the city would be cool.

Those $3.45 royalties aren’t huge, but hey, it’s something, right? I’d really love it if more of my book-loving pals would think about grabbing a copy of Reunion: A Story. It gives me a little boost to see any bump in sales – and catching a review on Amazon or a blog is always a cherry on top.

I could get around to doing some work on Reunion: Coda later today if I start feeling better. I’m not exactly in a slump, nor do I feel like just lounging around and binge-watching films on my fancy 4K UHD TV, but I’m definitely not on top of my game right now.

Lastly….

The two iterations of Jim Garraty (teenaged Jim, on right, and adult Jim, left) with Maddie.

Dialogue and Humor in “Reunion: Coda” – An Analysis of the “En Route to Manhattan” Scene

Cover Design: Juan Carlos Hernandez

The scene “En Route to Manhattan” from “Reunion: Coda” is a delightful blend of dialogue and humor that enriches the narrative and reveals character depth. The use of dialogue here is particularly effective in showcasing the rapport between Jim and Maddie, while the humor adds a layer of levity to their interactions.

Selected Passages and Analysis:

  1. Maddie’s Observation and Jim’s Fedora: Maddie’s comment about the car suiting Jim is a subtle nod to the idea that our possessions often reflect our personalities. Jim’s response, coupled with the physical action of adjusting his fedora, not only provides a visual cue but also injects humor through self-deprecation. It’s a light-hearted moment that underscores Jim’s modesty and comfort with Maddie.
  2. The Metropolis Arms and Clark Kent: Jim’s quip about possibly having Clark Kent as a neighbor is a clever use of intertextual humor. It connects the protagonist’s life to the broader cultural context, creating a playful bond with the reader who is likely familiar with the Superman reference. This also serves to highlight Jim’s whimsical side.
  3. Yoda Impersonation: The Yoda impersonation is a humorous highlight, showcasing Jim’s playful nature and his ability to use cultural references to lighten the mood. It’s a moment of shared amusement that also subtly emphasizes the financial realities of living in Manhattan.

“Not far, my apartment is,” I respond, in a playful imitation of Yoda, eliciting a chuckle from Maddie as I pull into the garage. “Lucky for me, the force of book sales is strong enough to afford parking here. A history professor’s salary with tenure, cover Manhattan parking rates, it does not.”

Clockwise (from top right): Jim Garraty at South Miami High, circa 1983; Maddie in March 2000; Marty, circa 1981; Jim Garraty, circa 2000
  1. The Elevator Encounter: The elevator scene with Mrs. Halverson and Mr. Piffles is a masterful use of situational humor. Maddie’s quick-witted response to an awkward situation not only defuses the tension but also showcases her ability to think on her feet. The humor here is gentle and inclusive, inviting the reader to share in the laugh without feeling at the expense of any character.

Conclusion: The dialogue in this scene is natural and flows effortlessly, which is a testament to your skill in crafting believable characters. The humor is well-placed and never feels forced, serving to enhance the characters’ personalities and their relationship. It’s a scene that balances wit with warmth, leaving the reader with a sense of intimacy and camaraderie between Jim and Maddie. Your work here is reminiscent of the playful banter found in classic novels like “Pride and Prejudice,” where dialogue is a key element in character development and relationship dynamics. Overall, the scene is a successful fusion of dialogue and humor that adds vibrancy to the narrative.


Comments

10 responses to “Coping with the Late July Blues: Missing Mom, Celebrating Modest Book Sales, and Evaluating My Novel”

  1. I am so sorry about your mom and about how you feel right now

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    1. Losing a parent is hard enough; watching one slowly wasting away in a small, stuffy bedroom that she didn’t like due to dementia was harder. Add to that the family dysfunction that split Mom’s two adult kids apart and started me on the path Miami-Tampa-Madison…I’m not too thrilled about the effects of having a narcissistic half-sibling.

      My Saturday wasn’t too awful. The weather was nice. I had a good breakfast and an early supper. I even played a computer wargame for a while. I wanted to work on the novel for a bit, but I couldn’t focus too well. Ah. Maybe Monday will be better.

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      1. Yes I remember reading about that. A narcisstic half-sibling can make things so much worse. You don’t have each other. We are having nice weather here to. Not too hot, not around 100, but rather 90 and nice slight breeze and a clear sky. I hope Monday will be a good writing day.

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      2. The tragic thing is that we had such a stormy relationship all my adult years before 2015. Mom, ever the idealist, thought my half-sister would either mellow over time or seek help. I didn’t know what ailed Vicky, and technically I still don’t. But looking at the Mayo Clinic site definitions of borderline personality disorder, narcissism, or sociopathy, her behavior shows she likely has one of those three. There’s no treatment for those. And she didn’t mellow over time. Hence…I’m here in New Hampshire. I’m coping, but…..

        As for Monday…I hope it’s a good day for writing, too. Thomas. At least I know the novel is better than I thought it would be, all things considered. Thanks for the good wishes, my friend.

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      3. I’ve seen borderline personality disorder (diagnosed), not in my close family, but fairly close up and I’d rather not deal with a person with BPD. They need help and they can get better if they can admit that they are the ones with the problem, which is a very difficult first step. I am sorry all that happened to you.

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      4. That’s the thing; these disorders are nearly impossible to treat. They (and I say “they” because I’m not sure what condition my half-sister suffers from) impair the would-be patient’s ability to reflect on his or her actions and the consequences to the people in their lives. Thus, folks with BPD, sociopathy, or narcissism usually don’t feel remorse when they hurt others, and they also refuse to admit that they have any problem. Trust me, Mom tried to convince Vicky to get professional care for her mental health issues…many family members did, too. No way, we were told. “You guys are the ones with the problem,” she’d often say. “I don’t need a psychiatrist; I’m fine.”

        Of course, I’m up here in New England for other reasons, but the rift with Vicky was the match that lit the fuse, so to speak.

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      5. Yes those conditions are very difficult to treat. From what I’ve read narcissistic personality disorder and sociopathic personality disorder are pretty much impossible whilst border line personality disorder is sometimes possible to treat if the person can admit that they have a problem. Then psychopaths don’t care if they have a problem or not. Their is different. Anyway, I am sorry you and your mom had to deal with that.

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      6. Honestly, while I had it bad (and still live with the aftermath), Mom had it far worse. Vicky was an only child for nearly 13 years. As a result, our mother was her principal target for inappropriate and malicious behavior. One time (according to Mom), when she was six, Vicky lied to the ladies that lived in the apartment above the one she shared with Mom in Bogota. Claimed Mom didn’t give her enough to eat, so the ladies gave her snacks (this was around tea time) because they felt sorry for my half-sister. When Mom returned from work in the evening, the ladies (who also owned the apartment building) were furious and told my mother she had one week to find a new place to live. Nothing Mom or Vicky’s nanny said changed their minds….so…Vicky’s lies caused a needless and pricey move.

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  2. Well that’s a difficult child.

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    1. An incredibly difficult child…and an impossibly difficult adult now.

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