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Godspeed, Crazy Mike Journal (Week 6)

August 29, 2021 by cpgronlund 1 Comment

The Not About Lumberjacks homepage. Along the top: "Not About Lumberjacks" and menu options for the site.

Mid-page: The Not About Lumberjacks logo against a strip of forest (photo).

Bottom: "What is this all about?" and website description.

8/22/21 – Sunday

I’ve wanted to do more with video to promote Not About Lumberjacks. I’m fine using my phone’s camera to get started, but I’ve never been pleased with the sound I get from the phone. (And I’d argue that good sound matters more than a better camera with a nice depth-of-field blur and other things people seek in visual quality.)

I have a tiny shotgun mic that does a good enough job, but at any distance (or outside), it tends to pick up background noise.

It probably sounds funny to some that I’m concerned so much about sound when a huge aspect of Not About Lumberjacks is recorded audio. And if I wanted to do sit-at-my-desk stuff with my Shure SM7B on a boom arm, that would produce great sound.

But I want to be able to record in different places…even at home.

So…I’d been saving up, and [with getting a new full-time job], I splurged a bit and got the Rode Wireless Pro II kit.

The Rode Wireless Go II system:

Receiver with LED screen set upright on a black tabletop. The two transmitters (one with a wind muff attached) are placed facing up on the table.

This will allow me to record nice sound to my phone, even if I’m on the other side of a room or walking across a field toward the camera. It’s a wireless receiver that can run a line into my phone while recording video (no need to synch audio and visuals), and two people can record themselves with the transmitters.

If something happens with the signal to the receiver, the transmitters record internally.

I’ve not started a Patreon for Not About Lumberjacks because sound for video has been an issue.

But that’s fixed, now, so I’m sure I’ll be doing even more to let people know Not About Lumberjacks exists and stay in closer touch with fans of the show.

8/23/21 – Monday

Today was the typical writing and research day.

I know some people gather all their research before starting a story, and I always research up front if it’s a story requiring that. But as you get into a story, little things pop up that you may not have anticipated…or been able to predict because sometimes you change things along the way.

Because “Godspeed, Crazy Mike” involves a homicide investigation, many things I’ve written in the moment need to be verified as correct.

A segment of rough dialogue from "Godspeed, Crazy Mike." A yellow highlighted section reads, "...We’re going to get an officer to take a statement and we’ll be in touch if we need anything else.”

I need to verify this little point.

Some writers are fortunate to have a team that researches for them or experts they can run everything past. I suppose it’s not out of the realm of possibility to contact my local police department and see if someone there would be willing to look at the story and point out any errors or even make better suggestions.

But as a guy with a full-time job and a very small operation, I’ve found once you involve more people in an episode…the longer it takes. And there’s always going to be those people who read not for pleasure, but to find that one thing that might be their specialty so they can tell you how you got everything wrong. (A writer friend once had a woman show up to a book signing just to tell him he got one tiny thing wrong; another writer I follow online shared a story about mentioning cement in a story — and having a fan go off on him because what he wrote about was actually concrete.)

With so much of “Godspeed, Crazy Mike” roughed out, much of what I’m doing right now is additional research as I complete scenes.

I always tell myself to tackle stories that require no research to slow things down, but even in some of the more fantastic stories I’ve written, there always seems to be little things requiring the attention of research.

I’ll admit that sometimes it’s kind of fun…

8/24/21 – Tuesday

Much of “Godspeed, Crazy Mike,” takes place the morning a co-worker discovers Mike’s dead body behind the maintenance barn where they work. And because there’s enough to bring in homicide detectives, the medical examiner, a crime scene investigator, and others…there’s a lot going on.

So…I made a timeline of the morning to give things a feeling that people don’t keep popping up conveniently. (“Okay, we’re done talking with you…oh, look, the next person we need to question just-so-happened to arrive!”)

In stories, you’re always going to cheat things a bit; otherwise, you’d bore readers with all the waiting that would happen. But too much of that, and it seems forced.

So, a timeline allows me to mention someone arrives in the middle of other scenes so the main detectives don’t seem to be walking through convenient arrivals the moment scenes end.

8/25/21 – Wednesday

More writing and research today.

I love how you can not only find so much information online, but how easy some programs make organizing research right there where you need it.

Scrivener has a little research tab, and I can cut and paste things found online, make notes, or even attach photos, PDFs, and other files.

View of Scrivener with a PDF about contamination control of crime scenes opened from the Research tab on the left side of the screen. A red arrow (to illustrate the point) shows which file is opened.

It’s so much easier than the days of printing things out and shuffling through a big folder in an attempt to find what you need while in the flow.

8/26/21 – Thursday

Just a normal writing day. Nothing too exciting to report — other than a bit more progress.

8/27/21 – Friday

While Not About Lumberjacks efforts right now are almost exclusively on “Godspeed, Crazy Mike,” (and the rest of 2021), things sometimes pop up that make me think ahead to 2022.

In my big file of story ideas, I have one based around the old Choose Your Own Adventure (CYOA) books. Earlier this week, I stumbled upon a decision-tree map of some CYOA stories, which got me thinking about the idea I have.

So…I ordered a couple CYOA books (I’ve never read one), to match up with some of the smaller story maps I stumbled upon.

Two Choose Your Own Adventure book images. Bottom book: Island of Time, which is mostly covered by the top book, Surf Monkeys. Surf Monkeys cover depicts three young teenagers in the middle of the ocean surfing on waves...and appearing to be chased by a cargo ship.

The technical writer and table-top role-playing geek in me looks forward to matching scenes up to the maps…and eventually creating a story for Not About Lumberjacks based on the concept.

(Sadly, there’s no real way to create an audio story where listeners can choose their own adventure, but I have a bonus story idea [not audio] for fans…)

8/28/21 – Saturday

Took Saturday off from working on things.

My wife and I hadn’t visited my mom for awhile (we usually visit weekly), so we spent the day hanging out with her.

When we came home, instead of plopping down to write, we plopped down for a drink and then listened to music (Wardruna), until going to bed early for a good night’s sleep!

A living room and small dining room flooded in blue LED light. High up on a built-in shelf, a white orb LED glows.
A peaceful way to end a day…

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Godspeed, Crazy Mike Journal (Week 5)

August 22, 2021 by cpgronlund Leave a Comment

A full rainbow over trees as gray clouds break behind it, revealing blue sky. (It was a nice morning in North Texas last week.)

8/15/21 – Sunday

Took a slack day and did nothing creative. Combined with taking it easy yesterday, it’s the first time in a while that I took a weekend off writing and podcasts. (Well, I did record an episode of Men in Gorilla Suits in the evening.)

8/16/21 – Monday

Creative time for the day went toward editing the latest Men in Gorilla Suits episode.

Because we shoot for an every-other-week schedule for Men in Gorilla Suits, every couple weeks—for at least a day or two—it gets more attention than writing and Not About Lumberjacks.

8/17/21 – Tuesday

A very busy day, combined with tending to bills and other things during lunch, meant no creative work for the day.

There was a time I wrote daily no matter what, but along the way I valued sleep and not stressing about things so much. The goal then became, “Did I write more days than not?” With working full time, having a life, and other things that happen during any given week, four out of seven days seems like a good target.

I still do more than many people I see who claim you must write daily, even if it’s just 10 words. That seems like a recipe for stress.

Even people who write fiction full time take breaks (often for months…even years), so cut yourself some slack!

A bear sleeps against a tree bough.
An accurate representation of my writing productivity so far this week. (Photo: Chris Tellez)

8/18/21 – Wednesday

Got the latest episode of Men in Gorilla Suits online. (Since reorganizing much of the office, I really need to treat the space for recording. Lot of echo. You can see how I handle that for Not About Lumberjacks at the end of the first post of this series.)

Lunch break writing was a return to “Godspeed, Crazy Mike.” It felt nice getting back to writing.

Yesterday, I wrote about how I once wrote every day no matter what. For years, I had a hand-written note above my computer monitor. It was a slogan I thought of one day when I didn’t feel like writing after an extremely hot day working in a warehouse.

The note:

“Every day I don’t write is another day I have to go to work!”

At the time, I believed that I’d be writing fiction full time at some point. I still don’t rule it out, but I know most people who write fiction don’t do it full time.

Still…I loved the saying so much that I made an image that’s been my computer desktop for years using the slogan.

Computer desktop. Image: a hammer strikes a red-hot piece of steel, creating sparks against an anvil. Various software shortcuts display on the left side of the screen. Text reads: Every day I don't write is another day I have to go to work...

In recent years, I don’t view my job as a thing that gets in the way of writing fiction, but rather, a thing that allows me to write what I want with no care if it sells or not. Many of my favorite stories exist because I have a day job.

It’s one thing to use a job you don’t like when you’re younger to motivate you to write regularly, but I’ve been fortunate to move on to jobs I’ve liked — with coworkers who support the things I do.

It feels like it’s time for a new desktop.

8/19/21 – Thursday

So…about that new desktop…

Computer desktop. Image: Various software shortcuts display on the left side of the screen. The Not About Lumberjacks logo displays in the middle against a gray back ground.

Logo design: A cartoon head of a serious-looking lumberjack. A circle around him reads Not About Lumberjacks in a quirky font. He is flanked by two icons of pine trees.

As far as writing, I continue finalizing sections of “Godspeed, Crazy Mike.”

8/20/21 – Friday

Up early, and got some good writing done. I hit a point where I needed a little map of the scene where Crazy Mike’s body is found, so I roughed out a diagram on one of the main notecards I’m using to track story details.

The map is based on Volo Bog, a place a little north of where I grew up in northern Illinois. I still wanted a bit more room in case I had notes, so I figured I’d use a satellite view of the bog at the size to shuffle into my note cards. (I could keep it all together that way and write on the back.)

So, I did what I do when I make notecards for Dungeons and Dragons and cropped an area from a screenshot at size.

A notecard with character names and a rough map drawn on it. The notecard is held over a Google Maps satellite view.
A satellite view of the buildings at Volo Bog State Natural Area.

In the end, I left the image on a full page because it was even easier making notes where I could see everything and not have to flip things over and write on the back.

Also, I will never tire of how much the World Wide Web helps with research. (To think, I started writing on a typewriter and had to go to libraries for research…and hope they had what I needed).

An FAQ about what a coroner does from the Lake County Illinois Sheriff's Office.

8/21/21 – Saturday

More good writing and other snazzy things.

I mentioned on Wednesday, that to some degree, I used to write in opposition of day jobs. But how, along the way, I got better jobs I didn’t mind…and eventually good jobs with great people — making it easy to write what I want with no concern beyond creating (and sharing) stories.

For the past couple years, I’ve been working as a contractor at a company I like. I did one contract from May of 2019 until January of 2020. At that time, they wanted to bring me on full time, but…COVID-19 put a hiring freeze on the position.

I was brought on for a second contract in July of 2020.

Yesterday, I was offered a full-time position working with a group that’s very close to the first group I worked with. I loved the people in that first group (and the people I met in the group I’ll now work with on a full-time basis).

It would be easy to say, “Well, starting something new means more time learning about the job and less time writing stories,” but technical writers are always learning (and working on) new things. In fact, I started a novel on the first day of that first contract.

It’s not lost on me as I hope to get back to the book that it will be as an actual employee at the place where I started it.

A handwritten journal entry reads: 05-02-19 - Started a new job at [redacted] yesterday. And...started locking down some stuff for [redacted]. Decided it will begin w/ June in L.A. Maybe a letter from Edmund if research w/ that unit lines up. It puts June on her own...but close enough to visit Mrs. Sanders. Maybe landing the USO gig out in L.A.
But...things are moving...and that little movement feels nice.
I keep a hand-written writing journal. This is an entry from the day after I started at the current company I work for. Chapters of the novel mentioned here (and quite a few Not About Lumberjacks stories) were written in the cafeteria on lunch break.

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Godspeed, Crazy Mike Journal (Week 4)

August 15, 2021 by cpgronlund Leave a Comment

8/08/21 – Sunday

First, on this day in 1984 (37 years ago), I left my hometown north of Chicago and moved to Southlake, Texas. (I no longer live in Southlake…left in 1987, but still live in the general area.)

It was a good writing day, with enough pushing on “Godspeed, Crazy Mike” to see where the plot breaks. Things like imagining something happening at a particular time or day in the story, only to change it. Mentioning some plant growing or a flower blooming, and realizing it contradicts other plot points or the season.

And in the process of all this, the suspects in the story just seem to happen naturally.

Obviously, I know who did it, but if I didn’t, I’m not sure who I’d suspect…

For those interested, here’s the opening…

(And no, I don’t write stories by hand…unless I have a job that requires me to be in the office. Then I do write by hand on lunch break.)

8/09/21 – Monday

The morning was mostly spent sharing online what other people I know are up to. Some charity stuff and some things people I know are up to and making. I may not get to writing until after dinner today.

“Calling Out of Time” has been out for a full week, and it has 46 listens at this point. That’s solidly average for the show. But…I’ve heard from quite a few people about the story, and it means a lot to me that it a fair amount of listeners always show up.

List of downloads from the U.S. and Worldwide...

I thought about September this morning. Each September, I take a month-long social media break. But…I know social media is one of the ways people find out about new episodes of Not About Lumberjacks. And if all goes as planned, “Godspeed, Crazy Mike,” will be a September release.

Part of me wants to now wait until October, but I think I’ll break the social media hiatus to post about the story when the time comes next month…

8/10/21 – Tuesday

I have never been the biggest fan of the “kill your darlings” philosophy when it comes to writing. I get that sometimes you can become attached to something that doesn’t work, but if you can see that something works and is something you love, the thought of killing it if it doesn’t serve some grand purpose is weird to me. (But then, the same people who say, “Kill your darlings!” often say, “Write the book you want to read!” They regurgitate advice that often contradicts other things they spew.)

But sometimes a thing you loved doesn’t work.

8/11/21 – Wednesday

And then, sometimes the thing you thought you were going to remove does work. Not even forcing it in there because I like it…it serves its purpose, and I know it’s the kind of thing listeners and readers will like.

That’s the thing: sometimes it’s important to put something in a story for the sake of joy. Even in short fiction, not everything must drive the story forward. Often, my favorite moments in stories are those that don’t drive plot, but perhaps serve a different purpose–even if it’s just appreciating a turn of phrase.

The bit I thought I’d remove, but ended up keeping, does give listeners and readers information about the protagonist’s personality. But I could have just as easily left it out.

But I know listeners often love those little scenes that are the same scenes many others would tell me to cut.

Why, it’s almost as if people have different tastes…

8/12/21 – Thursday

With the plot laid out and tested, it’s now a matter of going in and finishing sections.

While I usually finish stories in Word—just out of habit and because there’s something about it that helps me know the story better when it’s one big, scrolling thing—I build things in Scrivener. It allows me to set up each scene in a chunk that’s easier to see.

View of "Godspeed, Crazy Mike" in Scrivener. The story is constructed in chunks.
And yes, some of those section titles give too much away, so…Secret!

If a new scene needs to be made…in it goes. If I need to remove something, I can set it aside until I’m sure it’s not needed.

It’s easier for me to see progress this way, even though—in the end—I’ll compile all the sections and export to Word. There, I make sure the flow works and that it’s more than just plot points completed and called done.

(The polishing done is Word is where the story really comes together for me.)

8/13/21 – Friday

Wrote a bit this morning, and then—during lunch—I dug around on Epidemic Sound for music to accompany the story.

I create a folder for each story and drop in any tunes (or sound effects) that grab my attention

In my first pass with music, I use Epidemic Sound’s filters to find music that fits the mood of a story, and then sample things. Anything that sounds good gets placed in a folder. (I may not use some musicians for the episode, but if I have another story with a similar mood, I can peek into something older and see if there was music fitting for what I’m working on at the time.)

I typically try finding one or two artists for each episode. Because Epidemic Sound is a paid service, I don’t have to list the music I used, but I like including it in my show notes and end credits in case someone wants to seek out something they liked.

While I don’t know which tunes I’ll use in “Godspeed, Crazy Mik,” I know it will open with Moorland Songs’ “The White Birch.”

Because I tend to use instrumental pieces, it’s not unheard of for me to listen to the tunes I save to my music folder on Epidemic Sound while writing and working on a story. While I prefer writing in silence, when the day begins and there’s some noise around that might distract me, there are worse things to listen to than music you feel embodies what you’re working on.

8/14/21 – Saturday

Today was the big season-opening day for the English Premier League.

The team my wife and I support, Leicester City, won their season opener.

We had a few beers (Rahr Oktoberfest), and then enjoyed a rainy afternoon being lazy.

After dinner, we watched some science shows and went to bed early.

I didn’t even think about “Godspeed, Crazy Mike” or any other stories until much later in the evening when I saw a tweet on Twitter than gave me a story idea worthy of jotting down in my big Evernote file of story ideas.

“Calling Out of Time” would not have been written without seeing something on Twitter that gave me an idea, and maybe something in 2022 will be the second story inspired by the site…

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Behind the Cut – Calling Out of Time

August 12, 2021 by cpgronlund 1 Comment

Left side of image: Rings of a cut tree in grass. Text on the tree rings reads: "Behind the Cut. The Not About Lumberjacks Companion."

Right side of image: A glowing phone booth on a quiet city street at night. Text: "Calling Out of Time. Commentary by: Christopher Gronlund."

“Calling Out of Time” started with a tweet. Without a random thing I saw on Twitter, it’s unlikely this story would exist.

Ideas are everywhere if you’re open to them, but it’s not as easy as picking them out of the air — it helps to know which ideas are worth working through vs. those best ignored.

While there is an effort involved in writing any story, ideas aren’t so hard when you know the one simple test I talk about in this behind-the-scenes look at the latest Not About Lumberjacks story…

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Calling Out of Time – BtC Transcript

August 12, 2021 by cpgronlund Leave a Comment

[Listen]

[Intro music plays]

Woman’s Voice:

This is Behind the Cut with Christopher Gronlund. The companion show to Not About Lumberjacks.

[Music fades out]

Christopher Gronlund:

Behind the Cut is an inside look at episodes of Not About Lumberjacks and often contains spoilers. If you’ve not listened to the latest episode, “Calling Out of Time,” and that’s a concern, go listen and check this out when you’re done.

And now: onward!

* * *

“Calling Out of Time” started with a tweet.

On May 25th, author Blake Butler shared an almost creepy post on Twitter. It was a photo of an old rotary pay phone in a booth on a dark corner in a city. The caption accompanying the tweet: “There has never been a phone booth on this corner before tonight.”

If that’s not a story prompt, I don’t know what is.

Most replies to the tweet joked about the Bill and Ted movies, Dr. Who, and that it was probably the entrance to the Ministry of Magic from Harry Potter. But I couldn’t shake the image from my head…and what might happen if there suddenly appeared a phone booth where, previously, one didn’t exist.

* * *

People seem fascinated by where writers get their ideas…as if writers have some strange connection to a magical space where ideas swirl, and all it takes is reaching in and grabbing one. Or, it seems, others believe it must be a difficult thing requiring great effort.

But really, it’s as simple as being open to ideas and asking ourself, “What if?”

* * *

If I’ve learned nothing else at day jobs, it’s that people often shut themselves down before beginning. If an idea doesn’t spring fully formed from their heads, well—how can it be a good idea at all? I once knew somebody who said she didn’t like thinking because sometimes her thoughts were “stupid.” To brainstorm on a piece of paper would mean physical proof that sometimes things they deemed dumb came out of their head.

How sad is that? But while someone that extreme in their own self-denial might not be as common, I’ve been in enough “think outside the box” sessions in meetings to know many people think their ideas are not worth it.

* * *

Right now, I have 85 ideas for Not About Lumberjacks stories at the ready. Some of them are very rough ideas I’ll likely never write. Others overlap. Some seem to come out so ready that entire passages are written in those initial moments of thinking, “What if?”

People who know me sometimes lovingly tease me about my love of the “What if?” game…where I take even the most mundane situation and approach it from all sides, wondering what more it might become. But in being open to this process, I have an Evernote file full of short story ideas. I have novel ideas, ideas for articles, and even ideas for role playing games.

I’m not precious about ideas because they mean very little until the effort is made to make them something more.

* * *

I think you’d be hard-pressed to find a writer who has not encountered the following situation:

“Hey, I have this great idea for a novel. You should write it, and I’ll give you some of the money when it sells.”

Ignoring the fact that most completed novels don’t sell, it says a lot about how some people feel about ideas. While the person I mentioned at an old job limits herself by shutting the door on her mind before anything can step through, others think something as basic as, “This phone booth appears on a corner and a guy sees it,” is worth millions.

And why do the work when you can be an idea-man, right?

I’m usually very kind when people approach me, but I’ve had it in me when I was younger to be blunt with those people. Sometimes I’d even toy with them; other times I’d explain the effort of writing a novel and why I’d deserve far more than the 10% offered when the book “becomes a bestseller.” (Because those kinds of people always believe their shit smells like flowers.)

Today, I just tell people I appreciate them thinking about me, but have plenty of ideas of my own.

* * *

And if I’m being honest, ideas do matter—things have to begin somewhere after all. And I’d be lying if I told you there’s no difference in the weight of some ideas to others. Some ideas really do seem to write themselves.

I‘m not one of those writers who wishes I wrote other things. I’m not prone to jealousy. But there have definitely been times I’ve thought, “Damn! I wish I’d have thought of that…”

In my file of 85 ideas, some of them are better concepts than others. Those are the ideas I often go to when I’m a little stuck and need to remember the feeling of finishing something. Other ideas might result in deeper stories once all the “What ifs?” have played out and starts and stops show me where to go.

“Calling Out of Time” was one of those ideas that seemed to write itself. A phone booth appears out of nowhere…why? “What if it was a prank? What if it was a trap? Or…what if it was magical and let the protagonist call his old phone number and speak to his younger self?”

There, it could have become humorous…an adult imploring his younger self not to make the same mistakes he did. Maybe a few more “What ifs,” and you figure out a way to make the actions of the kid affect the present version of himself.

It could have been a lesson about greed: the grown-up version calling the younger self and telling them to invest in certain stocks to endure wealth in adulthood.

There are so many “What ifs” one can play with if they are willing to let their thoughts go.

Sitting down to write “Calling Out of Time,” I knew Amir lost something when he was younger that shaped the direction of his life. Ideas came and went, and I settled on him trying to stop a household fire that killed his immediate family when he was twelve years old.

From there, all it took was sitting down and doing the work.

* * *

[Quirky music fades in…]

Thank you for listening to Not About Lumberjacks and Behind the Cut. Theme music for Behind the Cut is a tune called “Reaper” by Razen. Visit nolumberjacks.com for information about the music, the episodes, and voice talent.

In a month or so, it’s a story that begins: “The Quaking Bog Man was gone, and Crazy Mike was found dead behind the maintenance barn, covered in grass pink and rose pogonia blossoms.” Who doesn’t love a mystery set in a bog in northern Illinois?

Until next time: be mighty, and keep your axes sharp!

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Godspeed, Crazy Mike Journal (Week 3)

August 9, 2021 by cpgronlund Leave a Comment

Desktop with a desktop computer, a MacBook Air, and various pages with a story typed on them and hand-written notes about sounds for the narrated version of "Calling Out of Time."

8/01/21 – Sunday

The day was dedicated to sound design on “Calling Out of Time.” I’m getting used to Adobe Audition. Compared to the way I did things previously, there is so much more control compared to what I previously used. It’s not a matter of not knowing all the old editor could do — Audition does so many things better.

Little things, like controlling sound levels of effects and fading things in and out are much easier. And that makes what can sometimes feel like a bit of a slog…not as sloggy.

Multitrack view in Adobe Audition. Four tracks displayed.

Top (green waveforms) = Narration
2nd (violet waveform) = Music
3rd (yellow waveforms) = Sound effects
4th (Aqua waveforms) = Additional sound effects
Editing in Audition vs. Audacity is soooooo nice!

Putting episodes together is always filled with steps that make me think, “Why do I put so much effort into a thing so few people listen to?” But I know, even with a larger following, I’d still feel that way—there are moments of drudgery in every creative thing that can be so tiring. (I think that’s why so many people try something and stop. They envision grand creative energy washing over them, but some aspects of everything can be rather boring.)

It’s part of the process.

But another part of the process is remembering that it’s always worth it when everything is put together and a thing released into the world.

I should have “Calling Out of Time” out tomorrow.

8/02/21 – Monday

I released “Calling Out of Time” today. I put together the episode art before work and got things online. During my lunch break, I posted on Facebook and Twitter that it’s out there.

I got a text message from Rick Coste during the day that he loved the episode…that the consistency of stories and sound always work for him. And that means a lot to me because Rick’s podcast, Evolution Talk, was one of the things that inspired me to start Not About Lumberjacks…just the effort and quality he puts into all he does. I may never feel I hit his levels of production, but I’m happy to have a good target.

After work, I sat down with my wife, Cynthia, and listened to “Calling Out of Time.” I love this story and the way it turned out.

Maybe tomorrow, I’ll get back to “Godspeed, Crazy Mike.”

8/03/21 – Tuesday

“Calling Out of Time,” had a bit of a slow day yesterday.

It happens.

To be clear, no episode of Not About Lumberjacks gets the kind of downloads that would keep a saner person putting in so much for the show. With 40-60 hours going into most episodes (that includes writing the stories) — only to have 22 people listen on a release day — would be considered time wasted to a lot of podcasters.

But…I like doing it—writing, recording, and editing short stories. And the people who love the show really love it! (If I get 50 unique listens in the first week, it’s a good week. Most episodes have a total of 100 – 400 listens.)

It does make me think about ways to get more people listening, but it’s definitely a thing worth doing.

As far as productive work, I cut all the bad takes from the next Behind the Cut and roughly pieced it together on lunch break.

8/04/21 – Wednesday

Woke up and went for a walk with Cynthia, so it wasn’t until lunch break that I got busy. But the Behind the Cut episode for “Calling Out of Time” is done, meaning almost all attention will now shift to “Godspeed, Crazy Mike.”

It’s always hot in Texas during the summer, but the low 70s made for a decent before-work walk…

If you’re following along, I recorded “Calling Out of Time” on Saturday, July 24. All work shifted to that, and the episode was released nine days later on August 2. A couple days for Behind the Cut, which usually takes longer because I rarely record the behind-the-scenes look at the time of the story.

Add in the time to write “Calling Out of Time,” and I think you can see why I rarely release monthly episodes. Six to eight episodes a year is pretty ambitious.

It’s probably best to shoot for an every-other month schedule.

8/05/21 – Thursday

Got back to writing “Godspeed, Crazy Mike.” Just roughing out scenes with dialogue and seeing what more pops up.

All the whodunit aspects are done, but…while I don’t like to deliberately create red herrings (again, listen to the Behind the Cut episode about “Under the Big Top” for my thoughts about mysteries), this is where playing with how humans think can be fun.

People naturally make their own assumptions about things, and that’s how I prefer handling some of the misdirection in a mystery…because it’s more real to me than planting things that seem forced.

When you let human tendencies shape things, it’s fun to write…and carries possibilities without deliberately planting them, just to give readers and listeners something to chew on.

8/06/21 – Friday

Some days, it’s good to take a break.

This was one of those days.

I researched some video stuff, but didn’t do much with any Not About Lumberjacks things.

Bookcases illuminated by purple and green LED lights...
On the subject of video, I bought some colored LED lights for future videos…

8/07/21 – Saturday

It was a lazy Saturday around here, which meant I had time to work on “Godspeed, Crazy Mike.”

I’m still roughing things out and jumping around, shaping scenes with dialogue because…detectives ask questions. From there, I’m able to write other scenes completely–and make sure nothing contradicts earlier scenes.

I know there are mind mapping programs, and that even Scrivener has ways to plot everything out, but I find you can’t know everything until you get into a story and realize, “That thing I thought about while plotting gets negated by this…or makes no sense once I really look at it.”

With many other things going on right now, in ways, a mystery is welcomed. I almost chose a literary story, but that always requires more focus and staying in a certain mindset for weeks, and that’s not happening right now.

I’m pleased with “Godspeed, Crazy Mike” so far, and suspect I’ll only like it more as the story takes a better shape.

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A Bonus Thing

Click here if you’ve listened to “Calling Out of Time” and want to see the timeline I worked from. (Or click if you’ve not listened and don’t care about spoilers.)

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Godspeed, Crazy Mike Journal (Week 2)

August 2, 2021 by cpgronlund Leave a Comment

Welcome to the second week (first full week) of this detailed behind-the-scenes look at the August (“Calling Out of Time”) and September (“Godspeed, Crazy Mike”) episodes of Not About Lumberjacks. (“Calling Out of Time” came out today…you can listen to it, here.)

Here’s what last week was like…

7/25/21 – Sunday

Work shifted from “Godspeed, Crazy Mike” to “Calling Out of Time.”

I recorded with markers, which means…when I mess up a line, I push the M key on my MacBook Air’s keyboard, and it makes a marker I can go to until I get a good take. It makes knowing where bad takes are, making it easy to delete them.

The vertical lines are markers, which allow me to jump to places where I stumbled in my reading. It cuts down the time editing significantly.

I used to spend 4-6 hours trying to find the best takes. It’s now roughly an hour-long process.

7/26/21 – Monday

The narration for “Calling Out of Time” is all together. I got to listen to it during lunch today, and I’m pleased with the story. I made notes on the manuscript of changes I made while recording, so the transcript will be ready to load when I release the episode.

As you can see, progress on “Godspeed, Crazy Mike,” shifted to “Calling Out of Time,” and that will likely continue through the week.

I also noted effects I’ll have to make and find for the episode. Once I make that list, I can get busy making sounds.

A blurred image from "Calling Out of Time." Red pen clearly states where Effects will go.
Click to see clear version.

7/27/21 – Tuesday

I entered changes and set up the transcript page (see previous photo) for “Calling Out of Time,” so all I’ll have to do when the time comes is link it from the episode show notes.

I’m not sure if anyone even uses the transcripts, and I understand why some people who post stories instead of scripts are apprehensive about them. It would be quite easy for someone to snag all the transcripts and publish an e-book or something. But if it helps someone with a hearing impairment, it’s worth the effort to me.

Theoretically, it also makes it easier for reviewers to pull quotes, but…at least right now, over six and a half years into the show, it’s received virtually no coverage. Which is why I need to create a press kit and work at getting more people to listen.

7/28/21 – Wednesday

Spent the morning before work getting the latest episode of Men in Gorilla Suits out. Men in Gorilla Suits is another podcast I do…a thing where a friend and I pick a topic and discuss it 10 to 12 different ways.

During my lunch break, I went through the sounds for “Calling Out of Time,” and color coded everything so I know what I need to find, what I need to make, what I might already have, and some things I may find or make.

(Yellow = Find. Blue = Sounds I Will Create. Purple = Either Find or Make. Green (Not Shown) = Ready Sounds.)

Blurred, color-coded list of effects for "Calling Out of Time."
Click here for clear image.

The sounds are broken up by scene, which I do on the big printed version of the episode…where I make notes about everything: sounds, rerecordings, music, and updates for the transcript.

It can be a time-consuming step, but it’s good to have everything ready up front, so you’re not in the middle of putting an episode together and running to the closet to make a sound you forgot about. (Although, it always still seems to happen…)

Regarding music. I get most music these days through a paid account through Epidemic Sound. It allows me to sort by moods, genres, and so many other things. Once I find an artist I like, I listen to their works on the site and save them to a folder I create on the site for the episode.

At this point, I grab anything that sounds like it might work for the story…and then go through with the story in hand, listening to pieces of music while narrating to see what sounds best at certain points.

Blurred story with written notes where the music will go in a section. In the background, a view of Epidemic Sound.
Click here for clear image.
Some additional notes about the music choices for “Calling Out of Time.”
(Sorry, you don’t get a clear version of that blurred bit…it’s too revealing!)

7/29/21 – Thursday

This is where the whole process becomes rather repetitive. Spent my lunch break finding and thinking about how to make the sounds that will accompany “Calling Out of Time.”

I have everything assigned, and know what sounds I need to make. Most can be done in our apartment, but a walk to the park down the street is likely in order.

7/30/21 – Friday

Recorded some sounds for “Calling Out of Time” during lunch break today. The protagonist walks with a cane, so I grabbed my great-grandfather’s old [sword] cane and I little Ikea candle lantern (fitting—it was my Swedish great-grandfather’s cane). I made sounds to mimic the protagonist tapping the metal and glass of the phone booth he discovers.

Recording effects is always interesting. Sometimes, the thing you need sound for—if recorded from the real thing you need—doesn’t sound as much like the thing as something else entirely.

I tested sounds by tapping the metal on our patio door…and on the glass of an old china cabinet we have. But my wife seems to have a knack for imagining what will sound better than even the real thing in one’s ear…and she suggested the Ikea lantern.

It has the loose sound of a beat-up phone booth…not as solid as the metal on our patio door…and there was no risk to an antique cabinet’s glass, either.

I look forward to the weekend and hopefully getting all the effects I need together so I can begin assembling the episode.

View of a carpeted closet floor. A Zoom H6 portable recorder is on a Shure mini tripod. The bottom of a cane taps a black Ikea candle lantern.
Recording sounds in the closet.
Pulling at the top of the cane to reveal the sword inside.
And yep, it’s a real sword cane!

7/31/21 – Saturday

The morning was all about making sounds…and gathering and organizing sounds I already have.

“Calling Out of Time” is a simple story, but whew…it seems like a lot of sound design. Most of it, though, is made up from lots of little sounds…not big soundscapes. All those tiny bits do add up, though!

I still have a bit more to d, but I hope to begin really putting the episode together tomorrow!

Two pages with various sound effects I needed to make.
Two pages with various sound effects I needed to make.
Wave forms in an audio editor. Pop-up window for exporting a .wav file.
I tag all my sounds so I can easily find them again. Also, because I share them to freesound.org, I like including meta data for geeks who like that kind of thing.
A Zoom H6 recorder on a small tripod. Held in one's hand, it looks like an old-school Star Trek phaser.
Set phasers to record! (My wife is not wrong when she says holding a Zoom H6 recorder this way looks like an old-school Star Trek phaser…)

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Calling Out of Time

August 2, 2021 by cpgronlund 9 Comments

A glowing phone booth on a city side street at night.

Text: Calling Out of Time
Written and Narrated By: Christopher Gronlund

What would you do if you could call back in time and leave a message to your younger self?

When Amir discovers a phone booth that seems to magically appear on the corner in his neighborhood, he does everything he can to change the worst thing that ever happened to him and his family…

Also, I mentioned that I’d leave a link to Jennifer Moss’s novel, TOWN RED. Here it is!

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Credits:

Music: Theme – Ergo Phizmiz. Story – Gabriel Lewis, licensed from Epidemic Sound.

Story and Narration: Christopher Gronlund.

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Calling Out of Time – Transcript

August 2, 2021 by cpgronlund 1 Comment

[Listen]

[Sound of an ax chopping wood. Quirky music fades in…]

Christopher Gronlund:

I want to make one thing perfectly clear: this show is not about lumberjacks…

My name is Christopher Gronlund, and this is where I share my stories. Sometimes the stories contain truths, but most of the time, they’re made up. Sometimes the stories are funny—other times they’re serious. But you have my word about one thing: I will never—EVER—share a story about lumberjacks.

This time, it’s a story about a phone booth that appears out of nowhere, helping someone connect to their past in a most-needed way.

Before that, though, a couple things. First: the usual content advisory. This story deals with sudden family loss and grief. But even there, it’s only one recalled scene that might be rough for some. Surprisingly, there’s no swearing in this story.

While I try keeping even some of the darker stories I write, here, heartfelt, this one might even be wholesome.

The second thing before we get to the episode is I’d like to tell you about a book series by my friend, Jennifer Moss.

If you’re looking for a fun and exciting binge, this is it—a series of mysteries with a metaphysical twist. The first is TOWN RED, in which Detective Ryan Doherty has to save his career by solving a double homicide of husband and wife entrepreneurs. During the investigation, he meets the mysterious Catharine Lulling—a psychic empath who knows just a little too much about the murders. As Ryan is drawn into Catharine’s unconventional world, he has to figure out if she’s for real…or the real killer.

Check out TOWN RED by Jennifer Moss—rated five stars on Amazon.com.

I’ll also be sure to include a link in the show notes.

All right—let’s get to work…

Calling Out of Time

There suddenly appeared a phone booth, a thing out of time seeming more like a joke than reality. The booth’s presence startled Amir, leaving him to wonder how such a thing could be set up so quickly. It wasn’t there on his two-block walk to the corner store for Netflix binge-night snacks and a quick chat about movies with the store’s cashier, Francisco. But there it was, not ten minutes later, on the corner a block down from his apartment. It was strange enough to see a pay phone of any kind, but a fully sheltered booth was a thing Amir had not seen in almost two decades. He looked up and down the streets, wondering if anyone might have seen how it got there, but he was the only one out and about. To see no one else out walking in the early evening was almost as rare as encountering a phone booth that seemed to fall from the sky.

Amir poked the phone booth with his cane, half-expecting it to give, like a cardboard prop–maybe even see the cane pass through a holographic projection. But it was solid. He knocked on the glass and wondered if it was an art installation. Maybe he’d see himself in a handful of months, the first person captured on a hidden camera and projected on a wall at the Museum of Contemporary Art. Others would follow, the spectacle of the piece showing how what was once common can become easily forgotten. And in that artistic statement, perhaps Amir Nazari–on the cusp of his 50th birthday–would seem just as out of time as he inspected the booth with an air of nostalgia.

He waited several minutes, hoping somebody would pass by and be as equally taken aback by the booth’s presence. But the quiet streets made the moment slip from a curiosity to something more unsettling. He pushed the center of the door, watching it fold inward, creating enough of a gap that he could slide it fully open. Amir looked around one more time and stepped inside. He grabbed the interior handle, unsure if it was wise to close the door behind him. What if that was the booth’s purpose: a trap of some sort? That made even less sense; he could easily break the glass with his cane and stumble free. It was not a trap.

The last time Amir used a pay phone was in the late 90s. Once he had a tiny brick of a cell phone, that was it–he had no need for any other means of communication. Everything was now in his pocket or hand. Standing in the phone booth, though, he found himself missing slower days and being unreachable on the go. He picked up the receiver and was surprised to hear a dial tone.

How could this thing have been hooked up so quickly? he thought.

Amir instinctively tapped his pockets, knowing he had no change. Credit and debit cards eliminated that need, but he always knew–in the back of his mind–a day might come in which he’d regret not carrying assorted bills in his wallet and some coins in his pocket. So he did what he did when he was younger and without money: he dialed ZERO.

Amid a churning of static rose a solitary beep he’d not heard in decades, and then the sound of the call going through. The line picked up, but the voice on the other end was smothered by white noise.

“Hello? Hello? Can you hear me?”

Maybe there was no one on the other end–maybe it was just a recording. The whole thing was ridiculous. Amir put the receiver back and picked up his bag of snacks. But…what would it hurt to attempt and actual call?

Amir picked up the receiver again and dialed his old phone number.

* * *

Buffalo Grove, Illinois – 1983

Amir was playing his Frogger electronic game when the telephone rang. He waited for his older sister to pick up–she loved the phone and always raced to answer it–but he heard Soraya shout from the upstairs bathroom: “Amir, Can you get that? If it’s Katie, tell her I’ll call her back.”

He was having a good round, but the sound of the telephone bothered him, a loud and interrupting thing that only stopped with its unrelenting ringing when someone gave up on the other end or you picked up. He answered the phone.

“Hello?”

There was no one on the other end. From the bathroom, his sister shouted, “Is it Katie?”

Amir covered the mouthpiece and yelled back. “It’s no one. Nobody’s on the phone.”

He returned the receiver to his ear and heard an adult voice say, “Amir?”

The only people Amir liked talking with on the phone was his grandma and grandpa in the city, and this voice belonged to neither of them. He ran through family gatherings, trying to recall the voices of uncles, but most of his family was still back in Iran.

The man on the phone said it again: “Amir?”

He took a breath and said, “Yes.”

“Amir Nazari?”

“Uh-huh…”

Amir thought something went wrong with the connection, but the man on the other end eventually said, “Hello, Amir. My name is also Amir.”

“Are you a friend of my father?”

“I…I knew your father, yes.”

“He’s not home right now. And my mother is busy cooking dinner…” Amir’s parents taught him to make it sound like at least one parent was home, but busy, when he and his sister were home alone and somebody he didn’t know called on the telephone or came to the door.

The man on the other end was silent again. Amir thought he heard him sniffle and take a deep breath.

“Uhm…” the man said. “Do you have something to write with, Amir? I need to leave a message.”

“No.” The pen and notepad the family kept for such a purpose was by the kitchen phone, not the living room’s.

“Can you go get something to write with?”

“Okay. I’ll be right back.”

As he returned from the kitchen, Soraya came downstairs.

“Who was on the phone?” she said.

“Some man. He wants to leave a message.”

Amir’s sister took the pen and pad from his hand and went to the phone.

“Hello? Who is this?”

The man on the phone said, “Soraya?”

“Who wants to know?”

There was no response. Amir’s big sister looked at him and said, “Do you know who this is?”

He shook his head no.

“My mother and father are upstairs watching television and cannot be bothered. Call back tomorrow.”

Soraya hung up the phone, and then looked at Amir and said, “Stop talking to people you don’t know.”

* * *

Amir put the phone booth’s receiver down and wiped tears from his face. It was a futile battle, so he let go, not caring if someone happened by and saw him in the glass box on display, sobbing like a storm. When he was done, he looked at the phone. When he called his old number again, all he heard was static.

* * *

Amir moved through the next day tangled in a haze of memories and emotions. He woke up late and could not stop thinking about the call from the phone booth the night before. It really was Soraya. And he recognized his own young voice from an old recording of himself reading a Legion of Superheroes comic book on cassette. There was no explaining what happened; the best Amir came up with was his subconscious taking over. Still, it would be one thing to quickly drop a phone booth on a corner, but a complete impossibility to set up a phone that could call out of time. He logged into work, hoping it would give his mind something else to focus on. No matter how hard Amir tried distracting himself, though, his thoughts were pulled to the past. He emailed his manager, telling her he wasn’t feeling well and was going to take the day off.

Amir got dressed and and walked down the street. His neighborhood bustled with its usual morning activity, a stark contrast to the previous evening. His heart raced when he reached the corner where he encountered the phone booth. He felt his pulse pounding in his temples when he saw it wasn’t there. He trotted around the block and then the others, looking down streets at every corner. Nothing. He returned to the spot where he found the phone booth, hoping to see scratches where it might have been dragged away–any bit of evidence that he wasn’t losing it. His doubts about everything only grew.

 At the corner store, Amir bought a cup of coffee and a Hostess cherry pie. He waited until the short line at the register cleared before paying.

“Morning, Francisco.”

“Hey, my friend. Long time, no see. Watch anything good last night?”

“No. I ended up a bit distracted. Saw something interesting, though.”

“What’s that?”

“I know this might sound strange, but did you pass a phone booth when you closed last night? At Leland and Troy? It wasn’t there when I came by last night, but it was there when I was walking home. It’s not there now, though.”

Francisco shook his head. “I didn’t see that, no. I’ve not seen a phone booth in ages.”

“Same here. But it was there last night…”

“Like a full-blown Superman booth? Door and everything?”

“Yes.”

“That’s wild. And it’s not there now?”

“Nope.”

“Wow, crazy. Sounds like something from a story you’d write.”

“Yeah…”

* * *

When he wasn’t coding software enhancements for release sprints at work, Amir was obsessed with stories. As a kid, comic books offered something few prime time TV shows did: ongoing arcs and timelines. Aside from watching the occasional soap opera with Soraya over summer break from school, comic books and fantasy and sci-fi novels gave Amir what took decades to finally reach television. But once streaming services took off, Amir daydreamed about turning one of the old novels he’d written and put away in a drawer into a series.

He worked on writing in the cracks of life, jotting down ideas during meetings at work he wasn’t needed for, but that his manager insisted he attend anyway–just in case. Sometimes he was up early; other days he stayed up late, writing and piecing things together. Weekends were his escape into the life he wished he lived: up early to write, breakfast, and then more writing; researching for stories and how to sell the scripts he planned to finish. Perhaps that was the way to discern how a seemingly magical phone booth came to be: approach it like a story he was writing.

Amir spent the day in a notebook, jotting down ideas of who (or what) placed the phone booth on the corner. He worked out myriad explanations for how the call to the past could happen. By the afternoon, he had no acceptable explanation–only more questions. Sometimes life, like stories–Amir believed–benefited from a willing suspension of disbelief.

He stretched out on the couch hoping his subconscious would figure it out, but all his thoughts blurred into dreams.

* * *

It was dark when Amir woke up. His stomach growled, but it could wait. He put on his shoes and headed into the night.

The phone booth stood at the corner of Leland and Troy, just like the previous night. And just like the previous night, Amir stepped inside and dialed his old number.

* * *

Buffalo Grove, Illinois – 1983

Amir was brushing his teeth before bed when the telephone rang. He spit and rushed to the kitchen.

“Hello?”

On the other line, the man from the night before said, “Hi, Amir. I called last night. Are you in the kitchen or living room?”

“The…kitchen.”

“Good. Can you write something down for me?”

“Okay.”

“Tell you mother and father–“

Soraya picked up the phone in her room. “Hello? Katie?”

“No,” Amir said from a phone booth in another time. “I called to speak to Amir, but either of you can help.”

“Are you the guy who called last night?” Soraya said.

“Yes, I am.”

“You need to stop calling us or I’ll call the police!”

She hung up and charged downstairs.

Amir got as far as telling his younger self, “Tell your mom or dad to check–” before Soraya hung up that line, too.

When Amir called again, he was greeted by static.

* * *

The next morning, Amir emailed his manager, letting her know he was still not feeling well and taking it easy for another day. After that, he walked to the corner store for breakfast, again, taking a moment to look around to see if he could find any evidence of what happened the two previous nights. But he saw nothing out of the ordinary.

When he entered the corner store, Francisco said, “Good morning, my friend. Seen any phone booths, lately?”

Amir laughed and said, “No. But I’ve been thinking about it…like you said yesterday–it would make a good story.” He looked around to make sure they were alone. “I’m thinking it would be cool if someone could call back to their past to try changing something. But I’m not quite sure how to explain the phone booth just appearing…and why it would even work.”

“I don’t think you’d have to,” Francisco said. “That kind of thing gets in the way. Primer didn’t stop to explain anything, and it’s a great movie. Back to the Future doesn’t work when you think about it, but it’s a lot fun.”

It wasn’t the answer Amir wanted–he’d hoped his movie-loving friend would have enough answers to make sense of the past two days.

“What do you think about the idea of calling back in time?” Amir said.

“It’s good.” Francisco glanced up in thought. “I know there are stories like that with radios, but I can’t think of any with a phone.”

“Do you think someone could stop a bad thing from happening like that?”

“Sure. Not much of a story, otherwise.”

“Cool. I’m leaning toward someone saving people he loved who died when he was younger. If the main character pulled it off, do you think he’d get to see them again?”

“Maybe. If that’s what the story needed. It might be hard to explain, though. Or maybe he creates an alternate timeline where they’re safe.”

Amir nodded and paid for his coffee and fruit pie. “Thanks. See you later, Francisco.”

“Goodbye, my friend.”

* * *

As perplexing as the phone booth’s existence was to Amir, he knew one thing for certain: it was there in the evening, but gone during the day. All he had to do was wait.

At five-o’-clock, he brewed a small pot of coffee. He drank a cup and poured the rest into a water bottle. When it was cool enough to carry, he headed out.

The phone booth was not on the corner when Amir arrived. He surveyed the area for the best place to wait and watch. He considered standing on the corner, but if it took more than an hour, Amir was certain somebody would call the police, saying there was a suspicious person lingering in the neighborhood. He found a spot in an alley behind a dumpster where he’d be out of sight, but still have a view of the corner. He guzzled the rest of the coffee and waited.

Like watching the clock during a workday, watching the corner made time drag on. Amir wondered if a truck would pull up with a couple guys who’d open the back and put the booth on the corner, or if it would fade into existence like the TARDIS on Dr. Who. Around eight-o’-clock, Amir regretted drinking all his coffee. He shuffled side to side, fighting the urge to urinate. It was unlikely he’d be seen if he stepped fully behind the dumpster to empty his bladder, but he was not willing to risk it–not for fear of getting a ticket for public urination…he simply refused to let the corner fall out of view. When the urge became too much, Amir closed his eyes and took a deep breath to center himself. When he exhaled and opened his eyes, the phone booth was on the corner.

A moment before, the streets were busy with evening walkers. Now, they were empty. It seemed darker as well, like everything in Amir’s field of view had been caught in a spell. He didn’t care how troubling it was–he walked right into the booth, closed the door behind him, and called his old number.

* * *

Buffalo Grove, Illinois – 1983.

The Dukes of Hazzard had just started when the phone rang, startling Amir. His parents were out to eat, and Soraya was spending the night at Katie’s. He thought about letting it ring, but it was about the time his mother and father would be returning from dinner, and he wondered if it was them saying they’d be late. He got up, turned down the TV, and picked up the receiver.

“Hello?”

The man who called the last two nights said, “Amir, before anyone else picks up, I need you to tell your mom and dad to check the wires in the attic. If they don’t, you must insist, do you understand? There’s a bad wire in the attic, and I don’t want you to stop bugging them until they check. Do you understand?”

“A bad wire?”

“Yes. Go tell them right away.”

As soon as Amir said, “They went out to eat,” he panicked, wondering if he’d given too much away and was now alone and in danger.

“Then go tell Soraya. And then write it down: ‘Check the wires in the attic.'”

Amir almost told the man on the phone Soraya wasn’t home, either, but said, “Okay,” instead.

“Say it back to me, Amir. What are you going to tell your mother and father and Soraya?”

“To check the wires in the attic?”

“Good! I need you to go write it down, too. Okay? You can’t forget.”

“Okay.”

“It’s going to be all right, Amir. Don’t be scared. Can you go write it down right now?”

“Okay.”

Amir set the receiver down and ran to the kitchen. He wrote CHECK THE WIRES IN THE ATTIC on the notepad by the phone, and put the pad on the kitchen table. He ran back to the living room phone, but all he heard on the other end was static.

In the phone booth, Amir wiped the tears from his eyes. He didn’t care if he was seen–he stepped out of the booth, rested his cane against the side, and peed like he was putting out a fire.

* * *

The following evening, when Amir walked to the corner store for snacks, the phone booth was not there. Something told him he could wait every night for the rest of his life and it would never appear again.

When he entered the corner store, Francisco smiled and said, “I missed you this morning, my friend.”

“I was up later than usual.”

“Working on a story?”

“Yes…in a sense.”

“How’s it coming along?”

“Good. I think. I still have some questions about it I’d like to figure out, but I think it’s there.”

“What questions?”

“What would you do if you could call your old self back in time? What would you tell them?”

Francisco pondered the question a moment and smiled. “I would call my old number and tell my younger self to invest in Microsoft stock. Apple and Google, too. Not that I don’t like all this and the people I get to chat with every day, but…you know…”

“Yeah. That’s a good plan.”

“I agree,” Francisco said. “What about you? What would you do if you could call back in time?”

“I’d leave a message to my younger self to have my parents check the wiring in the attic of our old house.”

Francisco cocked his head to the other side and said, “Why would you do that?”

“When I was twelve years old, my house caught on fire. My bedroom was downstairs because…” Amir tapped his cane on the tile.

“I heard something hit the floor upstairs in my sister’s room so hard that it woke me up. I didn’t know at the time, but it was my sister, Soraya, passing out. I remember dreaming my mother was lost in a fog, calling our names. When I finally woke up, I smelled smoke. I grabbed my cane and checked the bedroom door like they taught us in school. It was cool to the touch, so I opened it. The smell of smoke instantly became heavier, and the night light in the kitchen glowed in a haze.

“I raced to the living room. Smoke rolled down the stairs in a dark column illuminated by orange sparks. I shouted for my parents and sister, but nobody answered. I went back to the kitchen and called the fire department. By then, the smoke was getting thicker in the rest of the house. I made it to the front room before passing out.

“When I woke up, I was in the front yard surrounded by neighbors and firemen. My family was nowhere to be seen. That’s when I came to the city to live with my grandparents.”

Francisco shook his head and sighed. “I am so sorry. I didn’t know. There are no words…”

“Thank you.”

“No, thank you. I’m glad I know this about you. We see each other almost every day, but most of what we talk about is movies.”

“If this were all a movie and I could warn my family, do you think I’d see them again?”

“It would depend on the story, I suppose. If it were a fun story, you could do anything–like Back to the Future. But if it were more realistic, it would probably be more like Looper or Primer. It would be nice to see them again, but unless you actually traveled back in time physically through the phone and could watch them from a distance, saving them in another timeline would have to do.”

Amir smiled and said, “Yeah, I suppose you’re right. I’m sure I’ll figure it out in do time. Right now, though, it’s time for some snacks…”

* * *

Epilogue – Buffalo Grove, Illinois – 2021

Amir’s grand-niece, Bibi, pumped her legs and shot high into the air on her swing set. She shouted, “Uncle Amir! Grandma! Look!”

She leaned back, gripping the swing’s chains tightly in her hands, and leaned back–hanging almost upside-down as she fell back to earth. She swung back up to a sitting position on the other end of the arc.

“Be careful!” Soraya said. She looked at her brother and playfully slapped his arm. “Why are you laughing?”

“You always gave Mom and Dad a hard time. Now you have a second mini version of yourself. I just think it’s funny.”

Amir’s father chuckled and winked at Soraya. They were all together at the old house to celebrate Amir’s birthday.

“I’m going to check on the food,” their father said.

When he was gone, Soraya said, “Well, you can laugh at me all you want, but at least turning fifty didn’t bother me.”

“It doesn’t bother me, either,” Amir said.

“Then why are you so quiet today? Thinking about your next book?”

“I’m always thinking about my next book. But that’s not it, either. I’m thinking about the phone call we got when we were younger. About the wires in the attic.”

Soraya took a gulp of iced tea and said, “Ah, yes. It’s that time of the year when you do this.”

“I just wonder who he was–how he knew? Why we shared a name? But it’s not even so much that this year. Maybe you’re right; maybe I am thinking a bit more about time this birthday. I wonder what happened to him.”

“He’s probably a lot like you,” Soraya said. “Eats too much junk food and watches lots of movies. You got a good book out of all this wondering–isn’t that enough?”

“Yeah. I guess it’s a thing I’ll just always think about.”

“I know. Sometimes I do, too. Not about who he was, but what might have happened if something bad happened back then.”

Soraya watched her granddaughter swing back and forth, higher and higher, until letting go at the apex and soaring into the air. She kicked her feet and righted herself just in time for a landing in the grass that would have wrecked Amir or Soraya’s knees.

Behind them, Soraya’s husband knocked on the kitchen window and waved them in.

“Bibi,” Soraya said. “It’s time to eat.”

She shot past her great uncle and grandmother and held the door open.

“Happy birthday, Uncle Amir.”

“Why, thank you.”

He scooped her up in his right arm and carried her into the house where he and his sister grew up.

* * *

Christopher Gronlund:

Thank you for listening to Not About Lumberjacks.

Theme music, as always, is by Ergo Phizmiz. Story music this time is by Gabriel Lewis, licensed  through Epidemic Sound.

Sound effects are always made in-house or from freesound.org. Visit nolumberjacks.com for information about the show, the voice talent, and the music.

Next time around, it’s a story that begins: “The Quaking Bog Man was gone, and Crazy Mike was found dead behind the maintenance barn, covered in grass pink and rose pogonia blossoms.” Who doesn’t love a mystery set in a bog in northern Illinois?!

Until next time: be mighty, and keep your axes sharp!

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Another Look Behind the Scenes

July 29, 2021 by cpgronlund 1 Comment

View from inside a sound blanket tent. A MacBook Air and Shure SM7B microphone with pillows and sound panels packed around. A light illuminates the story for narration.

Some fans of Not About Lumberjacks have wanted even more behind-the-scenes updates about what I’m up to. So, if you want more, look no further: I’m starting a weekly progress update about what I’m up to, creatively. (This one is from a couple weeks ago, but I’m thinking about posting new updates every Monday.)

It’s possible some weeks will not have a day-by-day chronicle of progress, while other weeks might have even more going on than usual. But on the day I started the September episode of Not About Lumberjacks, I began keeping a journal. I’m sharing it with you, here.

Godspeed, Crazy Mike

The September story is a mystery called “Godspeed, Crazy Mike,” and — as you’ll see in a moment — it’s a story that’s been knocking around my head for some time.

And also, to be up front: another reason for documenting everything going on is a proof-of-concept to myself that if I do create a Patreon for Not About Lumberjacks (as some have requested), that I can keep up with providing more than just stories. (And to see if would-be patrons find this kind of thing interesting.)

One thing I’m torn about is how much to include, here. I’d love to share photos, but some of them will likely contain spoilers. I can always blur out spoilery bits or not include photos at all, but I’ve opted to provide links to the full images for those who want to not only read, but see, everything going on. I’d love to hear what you think about how I’m handling it. Feel free to comment — I’d love to hear what you think.

With that out of the way, let’s get to work!

7/21/21 – Wednesday

After letting it sit for years, I decided to write “Godspeed, Crazy Mike.”

Fifteen…maybe even twenty years ago, I passed by a plant nursery. On the business’ sign was a simple message: GODSPEED CRAZY MIKE. I assume, maybe, they had an employee they all called Crazy Mike who passed away.

And that got me thinking about a mystery set someplace with plenty of plants.

I was born in Chicago, but raised north of the city in a town called Mundelein. In many ways, we had more in common with Wisconsin than the city. Not too far from my hometown is a place called Volo Bog. It’s a quaking bog, meaning the floating mat of sphagnum moss, cattails, and sedges gives the illusion of solid ground, but it undulates like waves from the water beneath it all.

I always loved the bog and all the marshlands in northern Illinois and southern Wisconsin.

So…I decided to set a mystery at a bog.

Volo Bog. Tamarack trees surround the open water section of Volo Bog.

7/22/21 – Thursday

Woke up a little after 3:00 a.m. and wanted to work on the story. (A benefit of crashing around 7:00 the night before.)

Did a breakdown of the only mystery short story I’ve written, “Under the Big Top,” a whodunit taking place in a circus. I wanted to see how many characters were in the story and how they all came together.

A breakdown of the characters in "Under the Big Top" on a notecard.

I’ve talked about mysteries before, in the Behind the Cut episode from “Under the Big Top.” I mentioned it’s not that I don’t like mysteries, but they have certain expectations in their structure. You need enough characters to leave listeners and readers wondering who did it. By design, there’s a bit of an ensemble necessary to pull off this kind of mystery.

I had some characters and bits written from when I started thinking about “Godspeed, Crazy Mike” years ago. This morning, I looked at them and realized the story needed a few more people. And so…I came up with additional characters.

Each character gets a notecard of their own…with who they are, personality traits that come up while writing, notes to myself, and how they relate to the story and other characters. There’s a separate card with story ideas that come up while thinking things through. (Not sharing that card, though, because it gives everything away!)

Written on a Notecard: Wesley Moore. Groundskeeper at Sayer Bog. Finds Crazy Mike's Body. Loner; Not liked or disliked. Smoker - Finds Mike behind the MX Barn.

By doing this, you get a rough idea for the story’s framework. In my case, the morning produced the killer and their motive. (Was it Wesley…or somebody else? You’ll have to wait until September to find out!)

7/23/21 – Friday

Yesterday, I cracked open a couple of the old Writer’s Digest Howdunit series books: Scene of the Crime and Cause of Death. Mostly, I wanted to get the flow of what happens when a dead body is discovered and foul play is suspected.

Two books: Scene of the Crime and Cause of Death.

While laws change, some procedures have remained the same for decades. And because “Godspeed, Crazy Mike” isn’t a highly detailed procedural, I was able to get everything I needed to help rough out the plot.

List of all that happens after a dead body is discovered.

I normally have a couple ideas for a story and wade into it without a bigger plan. I find my way while writing. But with a mystery, an outline is needed for me…just to see the main storyline that will unlikely change much in the writing. Things around the main line may change, but most of this story is locked down from the start.

(The outline image contains a spoiler. Not a “Whodunit” spoiler, but a cause of death spoiler. Click here if you want to see it.)

Now, it’s time to sit down and write.

7/24/21 – Saturday

Yesterday at lunch, I roughed out the second-to-last scene of “Godspeed, Crazy Mike.” It’s the big mystery reveal scene, and I wanted to rough it out because everything builds toward that.

While I often have endings in mind when I start a story, most things I write are rather malleable. I plan to record the next episode of Not About Lumberjacks today*…and I didn’t know how it ended as I wrote it. I didn’t know until I got to the end…and then…I fumbled around until I wrote something that made me tear up. (Happy tears…not sad.) That’s how I knew it was done.

But a mystery is different.

Now that I have all the little intricacies of the whodunit aspect of “Godspeed, Crazy Mike,” the rest should be establishing characters and having fun with interactions until it’s a fully-formed thing ready to record.

* I did end up recording the next episode, “Calling Out of Time,” and it’s Behind the Cut episode this morning. So that will be on schedule for August.

Recording Photos

My desk. A PC tower and monitor on a desktop.
This is where I write…
Moving things around before recording.
Moving things around before recording. The hooks in the wall, while unsightly, serve a purpose…
A towel goes down, and the recording gear comes out...
A towel goes down (to stop reflection echoes from the desktop), and the recording gear comes out. And yes, that’s a camping headlamp…I forgot to charge my little LED light!
Pillows and acoustic panels further stop echoes.
Pillows and acoustic panels further stop echoes.
Setting up a foldable laundry rack behind my chair.
Setting up a foldable laundry rack behind my chair. (You’ll see why in the next photo.)
A recording "tent" is made with acoustic blankets.
A recording “tent” is made with acoustic blankets.
View from inside a sound blanket tent. A MacBook Air and Shure SM7B microphone with pillows and sound panels packed around. A light illuminates the story for narration.
Inside the recording tent…
Recording "Calling Out of Time" in the recording tent. I record into Adobe Audition on a MacBook Air.
Recording “Calling Out of Time” in the recording tent. I record into Adobe Audition on a MacBook Air. (All those vertical lines are markers where I flubbed lines while narrating the story. They make editing go much faster by jumping straight to a place where I can quickly find — and remove — bad takes.)

* * *

Volo Bog Photo by: McGheiver.

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