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March of the Tropes

 

Writing characters with universals

Through Chaucer

 

By Steven D. Malone

 

I do love those characters so real that they step off the page to stand behind me, whispering in my ear. Those that I can see, hear, touch. An art. A thing of magic. At least in my opinion.

 

The Americans Nick Charles and Rick Blaine. British warriors Richard Sharpe and Richard of Gloucester. Russians Andrey Bolkonsky and Anna Karenina. Yossarian. Guinevere. Faile Bashere. Scarlet O’Hara.

 

Make your own list. Mine is now ascending into the infinite.

 

I believe that “living” fictional characters are born in the dreaded literary “trope.”

 

A literary trope uses figurative language – a word, phrase, even an image – for artistic effect. Kind of like using a figure of speech. A trope can be used for literary and rhetorical devices, motifs, or clichés.

 

“The English Language & Usage Stack Exchange” says: “Tropes are devices and conventions that a writer can reasonably rely on as being present in the audience members' minds and expectations - a conceptual figure of speech, a storytelling shorthand for a concept that the audience will recognize and understand instantly.”

 

As readers, we all see characters that simply do not resonate deep in our soul. They don’t find a way to live. Their souls aren’t “shared” in that “universal” soul – our universal soul. The writer may have created a character that is not cliché. But she or he did not make one that resonates.

 

As Literary Devices explains, “Since trope is a figurative expression, its major function is to give additional meaning to the texts and allow the readers to think profoundly to understand the idea or a character. Also, it creates images that produce artistic effects on the audience’s senses. Through trope, writers intensify normal human feelings into extraordinary emotions, where they feel that those emotions are not ordinary. Additionally, most types of trope present comparisons that make the understanding of the text easier for readers.”

 

To a degree, the roots of our characters stand in a fertile soil of “archetypes.” There are dangers in that fertile ground, however. Archetypes are almost cliché these days. Plus, there are constraints tied to genre. Readers have expectations.

 

There are similarities to be found in Hercules, Frodo Baggins, and Harry Potter. Yet they are, in their struggles, quite different. There are differences between Sherlock Holmes, Mike Hammer, and Nick Charles. Yet they are, in their settings, similar.

 

Tropes for archetypical characters can be gathered from a good handful of sources:

 

Genre literature. We do have our expectations. So do readers.

 

The Hero’s journey of Joseph Campbell.

 

EM Foster has two. The flat character with a single idea throughout life in a drama. And the round character who changes himself according to situation. Some say Chaucer gave us a third, a “universal” character. Superman, without kryptonite, is flat. With kryptonite he is round. Being shy around Lois Lane and wearing glasses makes him universal.

 

The personality traits assigned to the various astrological signs. People have done this for the characters of Charles Schulz’ Peanuts characters, Harry Potter and his friends, and many others.

 

There is an array of nine personality types, based on the ideas of Carl Jung, called the “personality enneagram.” These enneagrammatic types are found in The PMAI® (Pearson-Marr Archetype Indicator®), the world's first scientifically validated archetype assessment tool.

 

Chaucer’s source of character architypes is “Humor.” Not humor ha-ha, but the concept of “Humorism” found in the medical theories of the Greek physician Hippocrates (c. 460 – c. 370 BC). The theory that four bodily fluids affect human personality traits and behaviors, sanguine (enthusiastic, active, and social), choleric (short-tempered, fast, or irritable), melancholic (analytical, wise, and quiet), and phlegmatic (relaxed and peaceful). (From Wikipedia – The Four Temperaments.) Chaucer uses mixtures of the types. He also adds the “Physiognomy”, physical traits medieval people attached to each humor.

 

To separate characters from archetypes, to round them out, characters need to evolve from the stock to the human. The universal human I hope.

 

Chaucer is my go to guy for universal character creation. At once, no one is like his Canterbury pilgrims, and they are all like us. They are dynamic and individual, never shadowy or flat. His artful descriptions are eloquent and comprehensive while they are brief. They each perform just as we expect them to. He does this through a variety of techniques that can serve as models for authors. A certain detachment to his treatments exist, but include humor (ha-ha humor), irony, and satire. He contrasts characters of similar station one against the other. Clerk and monk. Parson and Summoner. Knight and Squire. The various vices and vanities, human and monstrous, tell about each.

 

They are, at once, all unique and of a type. A reader can tell that Chaucer loved each of them.

 

What does that mean for me and other writers?

 

We, and fictional characters, are blends of many things. Archetypes should be models. A starting point. Yeast for the bread, if you will. Too close an adherence to stock archetypes make flat characters. Writers can round them out by mixing in weaknesses and vices. We can universalize them by giving them human traits we find in ourselves and other real people we know and love.

Find out more about Chaucer and his characters here:

 

http://literaturenotice.blogspot.com/2012/08/chaucers-art-or-technique-of.html

 

Thoughts or comments? Please feel free to email me. smalone@stevenspen.com

 

 

Henryk Sienkiewicz i jego wizje Czesław Tański

 

 

The Five Things I Love About Writing

A Contretemps

 

Steven D Malone

 

Early this week I looked up from yet another sheet of paper filled with words…

 

“Gods, I really love this,” I said to the far wall.

 

Because of my last post on how much I hate writing, I took a moment to think about that utterance. All said and done, I truly love to write. I love doing it though I rarely think about that love. The saying of it does help.

 

Making a list of why I love writing has got to help as well. They, the capital “T” They (whoever they may be), say lists help. So here follows my list of why I love writing:

 

1. The act of creation. That’s the first. Scribbling out a tangible object of the ephemeral fugue of the thoughts drifting around in my head. Something I can hold on to. Something fixed in reality.

 

2. The magic. Creation of “story” in my head seems magical, like what comes out from the waving of a wizard’s wand. I’m lucky that way. I do not really understand it but something sparks in my imagination. The spark grows on its own. I don’t, like many I know, structure or outline these stories. I just watch as the landscapes blossom and fill, the silence is peopled, and conflicts and accords emerge. It’s actually quite amazing.

 

3. The birth of characters. One of the best things. One of the magic things. In every way, at the root, all the writer’s characters are the writer, him or herself. Can’t really debate that. However, from the barest germ of a character needed for a story, mine seem to fill out. To become real, living people. They do this on their own. No help from me. They are individual and separate. They think things I do not think. They choose things I do not choose. They take the story they’re in to places I did not think it would go. And, since I write mostly historical fiction and so stuck to certain constraints of history, they manage to arrive in the historical setting when and where they are needed. Go figure.

 

4. The stuff that never gets published. Another best thing I love though no one will ever see it. Here are the most personal but least “universal” things. Here is where my dreams get fulfilled and my rants get spent. Here is where my deepest fantasies play out. Here is where the dark things hide. The extremes. The catharsis. The treasures I will not share.

 

I know. I know. Conventional wisdom often says that’s what should go into a writer’s writing. Dreams and rants and fantasies and dark things should go into one’s writing. Looking at bookstore shelves clearly show that they do. However, the books that are good include dreams, rants, fantasies, and dark fears that we humans all share. The “universal” dreams and fears. The non-universal parts of just me don’t get seen. Remember all the poems you’ve read and hated. You hated them because they had nothing to share with your soul. Too specific to the writer, not the world. Best left unpublished.

 

Still, those deepest things did get played out.

 

5. The sharing. Back in the dark ages of my lost youth, I decided to “become” a writer because of all the authors that wrote all the books that entertained me. The authors that brought the smile, or got the heart thumping, or swept me away to places I’d never been. I wanted to do that. What power.

 

Some few people have liked my work. I hear from them on social media. Once in a while, I actually get to meet them. From them comes the warmest glow. The grandest sense of validation. It almost drowns the visceral dread of rejection for letting anyone see anything I write.

 

I’m sure there are more reasons I love writing. Kind of think, though, that they will be twists on what’s already listed.

 

Love it or hate it. Doesn’t matter. I can’t stop. Like breathing, I have to do it.

 

Are you a writer? What do you love about writing? About being a writer? Tell me about it. Email me. smalone@stevenspen.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Eight Things I Hate About Writing.

Steven D. Malone

 

 

Early this week I looked up from yet another blank sheet of paper…

 

“Gods, I really hate this,” I said to the far wall.

 

To further postpone dealing with said blank page, I took the time to think about that utterance. I often say that about my chosen art. Of course, I have often said that about anything I chose to bring bacon to the table. But, these days, the saying of it helps not.

 

Making a list might help. They, the capital “T” They (whoever they may be), say lists help. So here follows my list of why I hate writing:

 

1. I am unworthy. What in creation do I have to write about anything that is worth reading? I am no Hugo. No Conrad. No Hammett. Great themes I avoid. What do I have to say about the great themes of literature?

 

 Actually, that’s not true. They do, after a fashion, enter into my stories. Endurance. Loyalty. Survival. Betrayal. Lust and love. Commitment. Hope. More. These may be accidents of character creation but they all end up in my stories.

 

The answer to “worth”, in reality, is a grand SO WHAT!

 

So what. Just who the heck, what the heck, am I writing for. In the end, I write for me. In reality, who, what, or why are you writing?

 

2. The world is so depressing. How can I write while all this crap is happening around me. It’s too depressing. The mood is ruined. The weight is too heavy to bear.

 

Again, the answer to the world in flames is the same as the answer to worthiness. So what.

The damned planet and all upon it has limped along a grand sight longer than I have. If we are so destined, it will flop along for eons more after I am gone. Or, it won’t. There is not a dang thing I can do to any real effect. Might as well spend the time writing. Until, by death or annihilation, my pen and I do part.

 

So turn off the technology, insert ink cartridge, and scribble.

 

3. It’s so hard! Writing is hard. Did I ever think it was not. Despite the fact that most people see writers staring into the sky, that staring is us at work. Forming inspiration into structured language. Storming through the tumbling ideas for one that clings. Drifting through a lot of nothing when there are no clinging ideas. Burning eyes, cramped hands, sore butt, aching back from hours upon hours wrestling with pages of paper and glowing screens. Editing and editing. Proofing and proofing. Rewrite upon rewrite. Waiting for the galley proofs. Waiting for the post on amazon going live. Waiting for the hard copy.  Burning from critics calling the baby I birthed ugly. Dancing the exuberance on the few times someone liked it. Spying sales figures and weeping when there are none to be had.

 

There is no answer for that other than to endure. Grow a pair. Keep on keeping on.

 

4. Comma. Comma. Comma. Commas are my worst thing. You’d think I’d be better at grammar. Teachers pounded grammar into my head year, after year, after year. Reading reaches the level of vice in my soul. Book, after book, after book. Most professionally proofed. Many nearly perfect in their punctuation. Over 80, that’s 80, inadequate rewrites of one of my books.

 

Any of it soak in? Not near enough.

 

Nothing stings more than someone telling me that I might be a “writer” but they couldn’t tell because my grammar was so bad that they stopped reading.

 

It took me way too long to realize the necessity of an editor. To let my Scots/Irish tight fist to let go of the money to pay one. (Or, to treat an editor to a ritzy dinner. Thanks Mary Jo.)

 

5. The distractions. TV. Internet. The thousands of books crowding my walls and floors. The distractions are way more fun than writing. And they are so easy to reach. Much better to read about the latest archaeological dig. To hoot or cry over the latest politician’s tweet. To get lost in the new movie or book.

 

I shouldn’t go there. I can’t go there. Switch it off. Close it up. Stay home. Write. Dang it, write.

 

6. I don’t like what I’ve written. It’s crap. I’m bored.

 

Writing is boring. Writing is frustrating. Long past the joy of first love for the newest inspiration, the machinations, the mechanics of getting it all down on paper, just doing it is way boring. Way frustrating.

 

There is a huge difference from the mind’s visuals and words on the page. The map is not the ground. Words are a structured invention. The grunts and moans attempting to send thought to another person.

 

Well, the answer to that is to write fun. Make it fun. I’ve had fun writing. I must do that again. Fun, not necessarily funny. Game the words. Find something in the scene or the character that is fun to include. It’s a fun search. Play with it. I can see when an author has embraced his art with a sense of how fun it is to so create. You can see the works of those for whom (is whom right?) it is a chore.

 

If it’s fun to write then, maybe, it will be fun to read.

 

7. No validation. Well, damn little validation.

 

I rarely tell people I’m a writer anymore. Most often what I get back is: “I need to show you my poetry so you can tell me if it’s any good.” Most often it’s not. The poet forgot to spend some time studying universals. Universals are what all people share. It is the commonality that make Shakespeare, Keats, Yeats, or their like, readable. The poems are so personally enmeshed as to have little connection with the rest of us. Or, I get, “Hey, you need to write my biography. I’ve lived a very interesting life.” They haven’t. Write your own. I haven’t the time.

 

As with any narcissist, what I really wanted to hear is, “How can I find a copy?” or even, “What’s it about.”

 

Writers wait forever for a response to, or a review of their book. Hell, they wait long enough for someone to buy the thing. Ask amazon how many ebooks they’ll publish this month. Our little droplet drowns in a sea of others.

 

Like a poet, we drop our feather into the Grand Canyon and listen for the echo.

 

8. But I’m so lonely. Yep, writers write alone. Being born, dieing, and writing. We do this alone. Cloister. Nook. Cranny. Shaded hillside. Unshared park bench. Coffee shop corner. There we’ll be.

 

Writing is, as many know, a private and personal thing. It has to be that way. If I share it before it’s finished the pristine virginity of the work tarnishes. As helpful as they are, I remain reluctant to put my unfinished work before my critique group. It took getting used to.

 

This is a voluntary thing for writers. Most of them. I read that Dumas wrote standing at a podium before a bevy of enchanted female groupies. Don’t know how he did it.

 

If you want to earn a glare from me, come into my space with some stupid facebook joke or asking what I want for dinner. Call me with a telephone solicitation, I dare you.

 

There is no real answer to the loneliness. Tis the nature of the beast. Join a writers’ group. Weed through the twitter spam for a conversation on your twitter account. Buy a cup of coffee for some cute patron at the shop. Talk to a neighbor. Find a way to take a break and connect with a human being.

 

Those are the eight reasons that I hate writing. That I hate being a writer.

 

Doesn’t matter. I can’t stop. Like breathing, I have to do it.

 

Coments? Feel free to email me at the link above.

 

 

Merca to di quaritere by Guido Marzulli

 

 

Grocery Shopping & the Writer

 

By Steven D. Malone

 

 

I am the grocery shopper in my family. This duty fell on me when my wife and I were breaking several glass ceilings. Her as bread winner. Me as stay at home Dad.

 

I mean what I say about that. We made that transition 27 years ago. Few couples did that back then. Of course, my wife actually liked working for a living. Me? Not so much. At least not at a dress up, go to the work place, chore around for eight hours, come home to supper kind of day.

Before folks go accusing me for being a “rounder”, as happened more than once, ask a mother if child rearing with all its inclement duties, frustrations, and loneliness is that damned easy.

 

I once brought treats, paper plates, and cookies, which I had planned and shopped for, to my son’s school for an event. I helped set up the tables, placed and arranged my stuff, and over saw the children. I cleaned up after. On the way out the door, one of the mothers told me to be sure to thank my wife.

 

Thank you, wife.

 

To continue.

 

The grocery shopping fell to me. By default. I’m the one with all that extra time, being home and all. I found the exercise much more enjoyable than I thought it would be. Once some man, it would be a man, likened shopping to hunting, i.e. “women’s hunting.”

 

I approached it that way. Stalking the wild boxed snack. The freshest fillet. The cheapest condiment. The sale isle.

 

Grocery shopping became a study for me. I learned. I experimented. I hunted through all the nooks and crannies.

 

I armed myself with lists and coupons. I learned to read labels. Calorie counts. Sodium and sugar content. Vitamins added. Strange chemical compounds. The dreaded “sell by” dates. The color of the twisty on bread loafs.

 

Did you know that you could measure the freshest bread by the color of the twist tie? I didn’t.

Of course I joined the favored customer club and proudly scanned my membership card at the self-checkout register.

 

When I rounded the dark side of my 55th birthday, I signed up for the senior discounts. (They recently dropped that privilege and got less of my money because of it. Other stores see me enter their automatic doors, sale circular in hand, now.)

 

My favorite grocer gives me a price break on gas if I spend enough each month. Ten cents a gallon per $100s spent. There are months when I get as much as 50 cents off per gallon. Gods, we eat a lot.

 

The people, staff and fellow shoppers, always fascinate.

 

My favorite grocer hires challenged adults as sackers and some as stockers. A wonderful thing. I watch them grow and succeed as workers and as human beings. One, a beautiful girl, has married since I first noticed her. Another very hard worker did force me to begin using the “self-checkout” machine. He’s fast and, in his way, very efficient but speed is all for him. In all these years he’s never learned the art of taking care. My bread gets crushed. My bananas get bruised. They are all focused, determined, and eager. Good employees. Got to love them.

 

I’ve gotten to know the assistant at my self-checkout area. We talk weather. We gossip. We tell tales of our lives.

 

I see Islamic women in their beautiful scarves who avoid looking directly and appreciate that I do not look directly at them. I see young mothers and fathers bringing along their kids. The kids trying hard to be good helpers but whose busy eyes never miss their favorite cereal or brightest candy. Old women in their scooters getting in everyone’s way but trying to maintain a bit of independence. Some are accompanied by their health care workers. I see men, some older than me, also charged with bringing home the groceries even if they are not bringing home the bacon.

 

Not so secretly, I relish my status as an astute shopper.

 

That does not mean I get much respect.

 

The IRS still views my writing career as a hobby. Enough people buy my stuff and maybe the tax man will be less condescending. Most of the population, including the “revenuer”, does not grasp the efforts made by someone whose daily work is done by what looks like stares out the window. Trust me, I see little of the view of my backyard.

 

My hard focused, carefully planned, safari to Piggly-Wiggly, or wherever, is considered, not a disruption of my work day, not something essential to family life, but simply an errand.

 

That said, it’s an acquired taste and an acquired skill. From the prospective of my advanced years, I sit satisfied and even proud of doing it. And it’s a service, eagerly done, for my family.

 

Go ahead, arm yourself, know your territory, keep a sharp eye. Buy some groceries today.

 

 

 

 

The Mystery of Mysteries

 

By Steven D. Malone

 

 

 

 

The criminal is the creative artist; the detective only the critic.― G.K. Chesterton

 

 

 

Because I’m writing a series of sleuth novellas, I thought I’d take a gander at what some of those writers thought about their sleuth stories, and their art. Most interesting, as it turns out. Writing is still writing.

 

I write historical fiction and historical fantasy. But an accident put me onto Dashiell Hammett and from there onto Raymond Chandler. The dam burst and I was off on writing a mystery. A historical mystery but a mystery.

 

As with most writers, I turned to google. Inquiring minds do want to know. There’s a lot out there. Most of us are generous and eager to share the mechanics of our art. We can find good rules of thumb, formulas, and guidelines. Heck, I even found a number of mystery plot generators.

 

 

 

Our task as sleuth writers is to make our readers hear, feel, and above all, see. That is all and that is everything. — Joseph Conrad

 

 

 

I learned to try first person POV. Something I’d never done before. This lets the reader live vicariously through the narrator and be closer to him. Even makes the action keener felt. First person can allow your protagonist to be naive, especially in his or her first cases. However, naive is okay. Stupid? Never. Readers will not like dumb or inane. That probably goes for antagonists. Antagonists can overlook something that ends up with them catching themselves but the protagonist needs to end up noticing.

 

It’s always good to throw in some romance. These days it’s expected. Try for the unexpected twist or the unpredictable liaison. Too often a pairing has been done to death. Make it fun. Make it spicy.

 

Sidekicks are good. They are friends and foils. They prevent the hero from getting too full of him or herself. Or, the opposite, they can prop up the hero in difficult times. They can offer different perspectives. They can watch the hero’s back.

 

Throw in some action. Sleuthing is a dangerous business. Murderers do not like being hunted or caught. They are not nice people - generally. Who knows, maybe our antagonists have mitigating circumstances and it’s a sad day when they’re caught.

 

The best advice I found was “make it believable.” It is essential that your sleuth is involved for more than idle curiosity. Give strong reasons for the hero to be tenacious - especially when facing danger. As a murderer has motive for the crime, the sleuth must have motivation for getting to the solution.

 

 

Now for the masters:

 

 

I chose to have them comment on; being a writer, plot, tension and conflict, characterization, and style. It’s a bit of a hodgepodge and I will not attribute all of their comments for the sake of length.

 

That said, the authors I studied include some of the following: Raymond Chandler (RC), Jim Thompson (JT), George V. Higgins (GVH), William Bernhardt (WB), Ross MacDonald (RM), PD James (PJ), John Le Carre (JL), Patricia Cornwell (PC), Sue Grafton (SG) Joseph Conrad (JC), Arthur Conan Doyle (ACD) Catherine Louisa Pirkis (CLP) Georges Simenon (GS)

 

For all of you considering such stories, researching these writers will be fun and well worth your time. Get at it.

 

 

The Writer:

 

 

Writing doesn’t get easier. Every novel is a first novel. (JL)

 

We all need to look into the dark side of our nature -- that’s where the energy is, the passion. People are afraid of that because it holds pieces of us we’re busy denying. (SG)

 

The faster one writes the greater the output. Besides, going slow means trouble. You might be pushing your words instead of being led by them. (RC)

 

As a man writes his fiction, his fiction is writing him. We can never change ourselves back into what we were, any more than I can change these printed words. So we have to be careful about what we write. (RM)

 

Open your mind to new experiences, particularly to the study of other ­people. Nothing that happens to a writer – however happy, however tragic – is ever wasted. And, write what you need to write, not what is currently popular or what you think will sell. (PJ)

 

If you do not seek to publish what you have written, then you are not a writer and you never will be. (JVH)

 

I am not the law, but I represent justice so far as my feeble powers go. (GVH)

 

I suppose I shall have to compound a felony, as usual.  (ACD)

 

My task is to make you hear, to make you feel,and, above all, to make you see. That is all, and it is everything. (JC)

 

 

Plot:

 

 

There is nothing like shooting a man while he's down.(PC)

 

A good plot was one which made good scenes. A good story cannot be devised; it has to be distilled. (RC)

 

There are thirty-two ways to write a story, and I’ve used every one, but there is only one plot – things are not as they seem. (JT) 

 

I see plot as a vehicle of meaning. It should be as complex as contemporary life, but balanced enough to say true things about it. The surprise with which a detective novel concludes should set up tragic vibrations which run backward through the entire structure. Which means that the structure must be single, and intended. (RM)

 

It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important. (ACD)

 

 

Tension & Conflict:

 

 

Competing egos, status struggles, clashes of styles and personalities — this is the stuff conflict thrives upon. (WB)

 

We all need to look into the dark side of our nature -- that’s where the energy is, the passion. People are afraid of that because it holds pieces of us we’re busy denying. (SG)

 

Murder is murder, as much a curse to the slayer as to the slain, and cannot be a matter of indifference, whoever the dead may be. (EP)

 

The only thing better than getting away with doing a crime was to get someone else convicted for having done it.(DF)

 

Now is the dramatic moment of fate, Watson, when you hear a step upon the stair which is walking into your life, and you know not whether for good or ill. (ACD)

 

Violence does, in truth, recoil upon the violent, and the schemer falls into the pit which he digs for another. (ACD)

 

Jealousy is a strange transformer of characters.  (ACD)

 

 

Characterization:

 

 

Men drive off bridges and drink too much because of women like you. (JE)

 

Too much virtue has a corrupting effect. (SG)

 

Pretty was hardly the word. With her fierce curled lips, black eyes and clean angry bones she must have stood out in her graduating class like a chicken hawk in a flock of pullets. (RM)

 

“Character determines action,” she said, slowly, at last. “That is the secret of the great novelists. They put themselves behind and within their characters, and so make us feel that every act of their personages is not only natural but even — given the conditions — inevitable. (CLP)

 

I would like to carve my novel in a piece of wood. My characters—I would like to have them heavier, more three-dimensional ... My characters have a profession, have characteristics; you know their age, their family situation, and everything. But I try to make each one of those characters heavy, like a statue, and to be the brother of everybody in the world. (GS)

 

 

Style:

 

 

The ideal mystery was one you would read if the end was missing. (RC)

 

To exceed the limits of a formula without destroying it is the dream of every magazine writer who is not a hopeless hack. (RC)

 

The most durable thing in writing is style, and style is the single most valuable investment a writer can make with his time. (RC)

 

Never tell your reader what your story is about. Reading is a participatory sport. People do it because they are intelligent and enjoy figuring things out for themselves. (GVH)

 

There are times when an old rule should be abandoned or a current rule should not be applied. (SG)

 

 

In the end…

 

I sat at the feet of the masters and so that I may, the gods willing, stand upon the shoulders of giants. These things are what I learned. I give them to you, both as writers and readers. Go grab a good mystery and a cup of coffee. Hunker down. Solve all your mysteries.