Killian comes out as an addict (of sorts)
I have a secret. A few times, I’ve tangentially referenced it in public. Many have suspected it, but there’s been no interventions, because, really, how do you even begin to talk about something like this with a friend? It’s awkward because I’m so alone. I feel helpless to stop, powerless to change, and frankly, I don’t want to. I like doing it. I love indulging. But at the same time, I want so desperately to talk with someone who understands, who’s been through this and knows how to explain it to bewildered family and friends.
I’m addicted to Old Time Radio.
That’s right, folks. RADIO. It’s that thing you used to have on your kitchen counter or listen to in the car before you could plug in your iPod. But a long, long time ago, they were something even more than that. Radio dramas and comedies are more or less gone (though if you listen to NPR like I do, you sometimes get faint echoes in programs like A Prairie Home Companion or This American Life). And really, for today’s writers, that’s a huge loss. While movies and TV are dandy, developing a radio program required a skill essential to any writer: the ability to tell with the mere power of words (and, okay, a few sound effects) the width and breadth of a story in a very condensed space. Over the years, I’ve developed quite a love for the golden age of radio, with some of my favorite programs being The Great Gildersleeve, Our Miss Brooks, and The Shadow. I will sit down for an hour without moving to listen to The Lux Radio Hour undisturbed, and to this day there are few comedy teams that can rival the likes of George and Gracie or Abbott and Costello.
I’m about to get to work on the second book in the Altunai Annals, and you may not be surprised to learn that I’ll take a lot of my queues from the OTR. In fact, while writing The Vessel in 2008-2009, I was constantly imagining the text being read as though it were a OTR production. If my narrative often comes of as, well, narrative-y, this is why. Likewise, I love some great snark-filled, smart banter between a woman and a man, aka two sexes divided by a common language. I can’t wait to get into some conversations between Victoria and Dmitri, Christine and Shep, and Monique and Alex. So, just this quick note to let you know it’s coming. I can’t wait to show you some teasers on the other side. Of course, they’ll be designed to keep you in… SUSPENSE!