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Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Outsource This!

And a good Tuesday morning to you all!

I apologize for the time between this and the previous journal entry; I'm finding constructing a daily journal gets to be a real pain in the ass. I'm thinking about making this a weekly entry, but haven't decided yet.

After some trouble last week constructing a main character, I'm happy to say that I'm back on track. It's a strange circumstance that I find myself in, writing wise. The characters that were easy to create and write in the first draft are far more difficult in the second, and vise-versa. Perhaps these are characters that I hadn't given much weight to and now I'm really trying to delve into them in a no-character-left-behind plan. :) Regardless of the setbacks, Chapter 1 has been completed and I'm five pages into Chapter 2 "Crash". Though the original draft had an existing structure, I'm disregarding it to some degree, so I'm going to have to sit down today and create a brief outline for what's to come in the remainder of the chapter. As I've stated before, this is more of a complete re-write than an editing draft.

So I've been giving quite a bit of thought to the recent state of financial life in the U.S.A. Is it just me, or do things seem dire? IBM has announced a termination of their pension plans and Ford is laying off approximately 30,000 people and closing several plants. Now, while any thinking person can understand the bottom line of this lay off is the lack of product sales, the other sited cause is the rising cost of health care. Now, I want you to take a moment and think about that line. Ready? Here it is again, "the rising cost of health care." How many times have you heard that phrase throughout your life? Hundreds? Thousands? Tens of thousands? It's no longer just "something that happens to other people". It's something that likely could happen to all of us.

Scott's Miracle Grow is going to start firing employees who smoke, because of raised health costs. Hamilton Beach won't even hire people who use tobacco products, presumably for the same reason. Now, this will be a rant for another time, mainly how far can an employer go into your personal life before nullifying the Constitution? But like I said, a rant for another time. This rant is about health care and how fucking expensive it's becoming in America.

A reasonable health plan for a married couple in the United States will cost in range of $350 to $550 per month! On the higher end, that's over $6,000 per year! That number can be even higher for families. Now, some of you might say, no big deal, I have health insurance through my employer. And that ladies and gentlemen, is the real point of this rant. How long will you actually have health insurance through your employer? Or more truly, how long will you be an employee?

Corporate America is taking an ugly shift toward the east. Now I'm old enough to remember back in the 80's when something similar to this was going on with Japan. People were buying imports over domestic and the Japanese were ridiculing us for our work habits. The result was something like, Americans are fat and lazy and don't want to work as hard as us. So for years there was panic over a new Japanese invasion of America that didn't start in Pearl Harbor, but rather in the business districts of New York and Los Angeles. For a while it seemed as though this would succeed where military might failed, but along the way an important lesson was learned by both sides. Japan realized they had to Americanize their outlook to succeed. Eventually they even opened thier doors to American companies in Japan, Toys R' Us being one of the first to make the transitition.

So, if that approach failed, why are so many American companies doing the same thing to the American people some quarter century later? Well it could be that they simply forgot. Thomas Jefferson once said, "The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants." And by God, I think he's right! In 1941, our country was attacked at Pearl Harbor (interesting recurrance for my theme, no?) and we rallied, finally joining the war in Europe and battling the Japanese in Asia. Then, somewhere along the way we went to sleep and sadly, that tree of liberty began to wane. Then again, in 2001, we were attacked and dealt an equally (if not worse) horrible blow. Again the blood of patriots and tyrants is flowing and the tree is refreshed. A simple matter, America forgets. And so now, does its corporate mentality.

Take for instance Capital One. This company is rapidly outsourcing whatever employee jobs it can get away with to India. They believe that in the long run, replacing your job with someone willing to take 1/3 of your pay without paid health benefits is going to save them money. For the jobs not immediately shifted to the east, well those positions will be made into contract slots. And there's the rub. Contract jobs usually come in at six month stints, and as a result, few if any contracting agencies will offer benefits for such a short-term contract. Now many of these positions will be renewed (some up until 2 years) but only in six-month increments, meaning you will NEVER qualify for benefits from the contracting agency. You're not even allowed to buy into their health plan.

Now again, permanent (and I use this term extremely loosely) will say, so what, contractors make a lot more money. That may seem so ... but when you factor in the health benefits cost, the lack of pay for any holiday or God forbid, a sick day then you're really not seeing the result of so much money. And if you want a child? You might as well just about forget it. Furthermore, ask your friendly neighborhood contractor if he really wants to be a contractor. I think you'll find the larger percentage saying, "Fuck no!" Contracting today isn't like contracting ten years ago, where the brave went out on their own in search of glory and gigantic paychecks. These days contracting is what happens to YOU when that company you so admire and bust your ass for decides that Hodgie in India can do your job for a third of your pay. How will you pay for health care for your family then? When the Christmas holidays roll around and you realize that your income will be cut by 1/5 three weeks in a row unless you work ten-hour days to recover on those weeks. How much fun will the holidays be then? The gap between employees and contractors is growing each and every day, and I've got news for you, the larger side is contractors desperately seeking full-time employment. They're desperate, hungry and they want your job! And who's responsible for this strife? Why that company that you work for of course.

So back to the example of Capital One. This company is taking your interest rates, your late fees and your overdue fees and any number of other countless fees and instead of putting that money back into the economy they're taking it from, are instead shipping a good portion of it overseas. So folks, the laws of physics still apply ... the pool their sticking their buckets in is going to shrink. Take this example: You're a widget maker for Cap One. Cap One decides that your job is better suited (ie, more cheaply produced) in India. Suddenly you're out of work. No problem you think, I'll become a contractor. Uh oh ... there's a thousand people out there in my city who do just what I do, all looking for contract positions. Uh oh ... unemployment benefits are running out. And like a good doobie, you have a Capital One credit card ... you know, to support the company you work for. Now you're using that card to buy groceries ... and of course you're unable to make the payments, so now late fees and over-the-limit fees will start to accrue. And health care? Oh you're still eligible for COBRA benefits, if of course you could afford the ridiculous cost of them. Yes, YOU the permanent employee are now a rectal hair away from dying alone in a puddle of your own urine in a welfare hospital! Okay, so I exaggerate ... but I think you get my point.

Now, this is not a complete loss, because like all lessons that history has taught us, this too shall pass. Mostly because when it comes right down to it, Americans like dealing with Americans. When you call customer service and talk to Bobby (yes a new motivation in India is for customer service representatives to adopt American first names to sound more American in an effort to be accepted by Americans) who has a rather thick Indian accent and as usual, his computer system is down, you get frustrated. Why? Maybe it's because you know that Bobby doesn't really give a shit about you, and can smile while telling you so. Maybe it's because you know that no matter how much you yell and threaten to switch phone companies (yes Sprint ... I'm talking about you) it really isn't going to matter much to this individual thousands of miles away. In other words, you feel impotent. You feel like the system's bitch. And you know what? You are.

Why am I so on about this? Well, I'm really in no danger of being outsourced, unless I of course move to India ... which you can pretty much assume I'd rather be castrated than do. And all of my books are written, printed and published in America. But that doesn't mean I don't have a say as to what's happening to my beloved country. What these companies are doing is nothing short of economic terrorism and I would love for the government to step in and do something about it. It would be illegal for them to force these companies to hire American, but they can certainly do without the added benefits they enjoy, such as thier lucrative tax breaks, many of which were offered for the large amount of local employement they generated. I'm a patriot, and I hurt every time one of my friends is let go because his job was outsourced. Another American falls ... another American Dream has to be renegotiated. Remember this Corporate America ... you got rich on our money and eventually you'll fall with us, when our money is gone.

In the meantime we suffer as so many of us refuse to believe we're embroiled in another new kind of war. But everyday your co-workers and perhaps you yourself become casulties. And Capital One can continue asking, "What's in your wallet?" And the American People can continue to respond, "Nothing ..."

Currently Reading: Small Town by Lawrence Block

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Lesson From A Little Guy

Well back to work today after the long weekend. Almost finished with the first chapter, "Crush". This chapter is about twice as long as the first draft and I'm feeling really good about the character development. So far, so good.

So this morning, about 6AM or so, I opened the back door to let the dogs out. Immediately barking erupted. Now this is a real concern for us since moving to the country. We're not sure what they will run into out there. It could be the neighbor's dog, since sometimes our morning dog schedules coincide. It could be a deer, of which we saw three one morning not too long ago. But it could also be this pack of stray dogs that habit the area, two of them pitbulls. Having said all that, I launched out the door and off the back porch where I saw Perry, our Chihuahua, who weighs no more than 10 pounds tearing after a trespassing beagle, who was about three times his size! Perry chased the beagle up one side of the yard and down the other, barking as menacingly as he could muster. He didn't stop until he had chased the other dog completely out of the yard and into the surrounding wetland. Then he proceded to lift his leg and mark the only tree in the yard.

The moral of the story? It's not how big you are ... it's how big you think you are. :)

Currently Reading: Small Town by Lawrence Block

Saturday, January 14, 2006

Bandit; Mystery Solved!

Today's writing went well. Developed Cara's character a little more. I'm really getting into the groove with these characters the second time around. Profoundly enjoyable ... I love my new job! :)

Okay, so our friends Dave and Samantha recently moved into a house in Richmond's Southside. Everytime we visit them, there's a dog out next door in the fenced in yard of a house that never seems to have any life in it. No lights, no cars in the driveway. Just this dog that I've never actually seen in the daylight so I can only speculate what it looks like.

Apparently Samantha got the story from an old lady who's lived in the neighborhood for something like 30 years. A man, his wife and two children once lived in that house. The couple was young, in their thirties. The woman suffered an aneurism quickly followed by a stroke and was sent to some kind of special care. The man took his two children and moved in with his mother three blocks away. He doesn't have anything to do with his wife, nor the house, nor the dog either. He just kind of left it all there. The neighbors all take it upon themselves to make sure the dog is fed. Repeated calls to the authorities have proved fruitless, as Animal Control won't take the dog because he's well-fed.

So this poor dog has lived completely alone, hiding under the house during the bad weather, for TWO years! Her name is Bandit. The only way to get Animal Control to do anything permanent with the dog is to starve it. So I ask you this, what kind of fucked up world are we living in?

Just thought I'd share this story as it was too bizarre to keep to myself.

Have a wonderful weekend (Go Pats!) and I'll see you all again on Monday... maybe Tuesday if Holly and I take the holiday off.

Currently Reading: Small World by Lawrence Block

Friday, January 13, 2006

Ooops

I got caught up last night and forgot to write out a journal ... so this will be just a quick note.

The writing went well ... and for the pages that were lost, I remembered them almost verbatim. In this, the second draft I'm spending much more time with my characters, getting to know them. Cara, though always seemingly strong is a much more independant character and Brendan seems more real to me than ever before.

I bid you farewell until this evening ....

Currently Reading: Small Town by Lawrence Block

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

What Should Have Been A Bad Day

Today's pages were underway. A terrific exchange between Brendan and Cara, one that really showed an underlying bond between them. This exchange wasn't in the original draft (another reason I love second drafts ... the chance to really explore characterization that might have been missed in the first). I was really enjoying this ... feeling the possible growth of love between the characters. I was even, in the back of my mind, planning my nightly journal as I worked on the new pages.

As I reached the bottom of the second of four pages, the point where I really saw a spark between Brendan and Cara that I noticed a lag in the fonts as I typed. I thought to myself, it might be a good idea to save the file here. My mouse pointer kept disappearing but finally I clicked on the SAVE button. The program stuttered, said it was saving and then the computer completely locked up. I decided to give it some time, a few minutes to make up it's mind. I was afraid if I rebooted I would lose my work. Halfway through the next chapter of "Small Town" I noticed the dreaded Windows Blue Screen of Death. The computer rebooted and never came back. This was the second cataclysmic hard drive crash in the last four days!

Still hoping, since the file I'd been working on was on an external drive, I busted out a second box, got that machine up and running ... but lo and behold ... the save to my file never took. So today's work was lost. A functional computer was lost. The day was spent on computer rebuilding instead of writing.

Still, you'd think I would be lost and angry, frustrated beyond consolation. And yet, I'm not. Sure, I'm bummed about losing that warm and fuzzy conversation between characters, but the love of a good woman goes a long way. So for all the day's aggravation, I'm still the luckiest man in the world ... and I know it.

Goodnight all ... maybe tomorrow's rescripting of the conversation will be even better!

Currently Reading: Small World by Lawrence Block

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

A Day's Work

Today's pages came hard. It seemed like I couldn't find my voice. Yesterday's pages came within an hour ... today took eight hours. It's not a perfect art ... but I suppose that's one of the reasons I love it as much as I do.

Was a quiet and peaceful evening. Holly and I watched "Bedazzled". A good movie when you're wondering who you are or dreaming of all the things you want. Life is a precious gift ... enjoy every moment that you have.

Settling in to watch "Beyond the Bull" on TLC and drifting off to sleep. Man, those are some tough cowboys.

Monday, January 09, 2006

First Day Jitters

First days on a new job will always give you a jittery feeling. Will I be any good at it? How long will I be here? All the usual hoopla. First day as a full-time author is no different. It took a couple of hours to align myself ... to regain my confidence after a long period of abstinence ... but it came back. I've set the goal of about four pages a day in the morning and editing said pages after lunch. "Online; A Ghost Story" should be complete in about 100 days or so. Also, in the late afternoon while I'm waiting for Holly to get home I've decided that I'll dabble in some short story writing as well, so I can give fans of the Website something to hold on to. Right now I'm mucking with "The God Clock". A short story that has so far escaped me as it's rather technical, and technical in an area I know nothing about. I'll let you know how it goes, but overall, today was successful.

Mood--Content
Currently Reading--Small Town by Lawrence Block

Thursday, January 05, 2006

Fred, The Intestinal Parasite

So there's two things I extremely recommend when it comes to food poisoning. The first, is to name the parasite something innocuous, so as not to give it an inflamed sense of self importance. The second (and this is most important) never ever run out of mouthwash. There's a saying we used to say as kids all the time. I don't remember, in fact the last time I said it. But I'll say it now, with a slight change to the pronoun. I hate my guts! You know what really blows about being sick in this fashion? It steals your ability to enjoy comfort food. You know what I mean. You're at home on the couch with a nasty-ass cold but you know that when your wife comes home from work she'll be bringing that food that, no matter how icky you feel, will make you feel better. Mine is a McDonald's Quarter Pounder meal and a pint of Ben & Jerry's. Except now, I can't do that. Looks like I'm stuck with large glasses of water to flush that little bastard Fred out of my system.

This weekend I'm sitting down with all my hot little notes in an effort to get my brain back into the scope of "Online". It's kind of like going back to work after an extended vacation ... I don't remember where I left off in my trail of thinking. Perhaps I'll be well enough so that Holly and I can down a couple of shots of Blackhaus and launch into a really exciting writing conversation. (For those of you who aren't writers, I realize this sounds boring, but trust me, it's more fun than evisceration.)

Ugh ... Fred's twisting away down there again. Time to go. Hey ... maybe I could offer him a Quarter Pounder and some Ben & Jerry's ...

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

More Of Gravy Than Of Grave

Well hello there. Yes, it has been a while. That's all right though, it makes our reunion that much sweeter.

So as I write this I'm fending off the demons of food poisioning. It's funny, I've always been sort of a human garbage disposal, and never once felt any worse for the wear, but now, ugh. I don't even recall eating anything that was that questionable, and certainly nothing that Holly didn't have, though she seems to be fine. So, as it stands now ... I'm not quite dehydrated (I've been brave enough to offer myself tiny sips of ice water) but I'm friggin starving! I fought it all off most of the night but earlier this morning I lost the battle, so actually, overall I do feel better ... but I don't want a repeat performance, if you know what I mean. Anyway ...

Okay, for those of you who don't know, Holly and I got married December 04, 2005, in a quiet little ceremony at our home in Richmond. She was of course, gorgeous and I was doing okay in my new suit. There's about 2,000 pictures (exaggeration :)), but only a handful of electronic ones. I'll post a couple of those on the site and post the link in one of these journal entries.

We chose not to honeymoon immediately after the wedding, as we had to move to our new little home in the country, which currently has its ups and downs. For instance, the house is brand freakin' new ... literally built in 2004. Great right? But the yard is also brand new, which means if you step in it, you sink up to your fucking knee cap! So the back yard is large, just shy of 1/2 acre, but there's no grass, only this reddish clay, so when it rains, well you guessed it. Mud pies anyone? We'll slowly make it more of a home as time passes. The most important aspect of this move though, the genesis for the decision one might say, was so that I could try my hand at writing full-time. I've got an office, time and a woman who believes in me. A writer could ask for no more. Next week begins the rewrite of "Online; A Ghost Story". It should be a second draft, but honestly I don't think the first one was written very well, so I'm sort of starting over with a more in-depth picture of character and motivation. (Thank you Writer's Dreamkit!)

Well, I suppose I should try to eat something ... anything ... just NOT what made me sick. Oh shit, I don't KNOW what made me sick. :( Dammit!

Well lots of love to you all and I hope your holidays were awesome. There's a new short story ("Heartburn") available on the site, in case you didn't notice, but after reading it, don't ask me what it's about because I have no idea. Just take it for what it is.

I'll see you soon!

--Stefan