House on the Rock Part 1: Deadlines and Ducks

Halloween has always been one of my favorite holidays.

When I was young, I dressed up and went trick-or-treating in my Grampa’s neighborhood because we lived out in the country.

Me, my sister Jamie (the witch), and two of our cousins.

When I was in highschool, I toilet papered people’s houses. (Mostly friends’ houses, honestly. It was a sign of affection.)

When I was in college, I started throwing parties. In fact, I think the first party ever threw was a Halloween party back in 1993. The theme was “Come as your favorite god.” I dressed as Pan, and later that night, downtown with my friends, I got into the only fight of my life dressed in nothing but a leather vest, horns, and a pair of furry tights.

Later in my life, after I had sold my book but before I was published, I went to the Penguin Halloween party dressed as a garden gnome. (Penguin the publisher. It was not a party for actual penguins.)

Note: this was before Anton Strout put on his costume.

I had a smashingly good time. It was the first time I met most of the folks I still work with to this day. Honestly, I can’t think of a better way to start our professional relationships off on the right foot.

I mention these things to give you a frame of reference.  Halloween is one of my favorite Holidays.

Earlier this year, my lovely assistant Valerie brought some cool news to my attention. Neil Gaiman was having an event at House on the Rock over Halloween weekend. I was thrilled. I bought tickets for me, Sarah and Oot, my sister, as well as Valerie and several friends.

True, it meant I would have to miss the World Fantasy Convention again. And that’s a convention that, as as professional, I should really make an effort to attend. But this was all the coolness of Halloween, plus Neil Gaiman, PLUS House on the Rock. It was like some sort of mythic trifecta. On top of it all, the event was close enough for me to drive to.

How could I not go?

*     *     *

By the time Friday the 29th rolls around I am a complete mess. I’ve been revising The Wise Man’s Fear for months. Endless revision. Sometimes for fourteen hours at a stretch. My deadline looms over me, and the thought of having to finally let go of the book forever is absolutely terrifying.

At this point I know that planning on going to the House on the Rock was a huge mistake. I have to turn in the book on Nov 1st, and they’re going to use that version to print the Advance Reading Copies of the book. It’s not the final draft of the book, but it’s the version major reviewers and bookbuyers will read. This is a big deal.

Everyone says it will be good for me to get away for the weekend. I need a vacation. I’ve earned it. Etc. But the truth is, if I stayed home, I know I could get another 30 hours of work done on the book.

But I have to go. Sarah will be disappointed if I don’t. I’m meeting friends there, one of them I haven’t seen in more than a year. I’m part of a group costume. I’m moderating a panel on Saturday. I have to go.

We’re late leaving for House on the Rock. It’s my fault, I spent all night revising and didn’t pack. Since I only got four hours of sleep, Sarah offers to drive, and I ride in the back next to Oot. It’s nice, because I don’t get to spend as much time with him as I like. The two and a half hours in the car is more time than I’ve spent with him in the last three days combined.

Oot and I hang out on the ride down to Spring Green. I make up little songs for him. We both play with his feet. He can say “duck” now, so that gives us something to talk about.

Eventually he falls asleep, and I’m thinking of doing the same when the Magellan starts giving us bullshit directions. I don’t handle it well, and I’m bitchy at Sarah and her co-pilot Joyce. They deal with my bullshit with remarkable aplomb.

We make it to House on the Rock with time to spare. There’s some confusion with the tickets, but the House on the Rock people are cool and it all gets worked out.

I meet a couple of friends. I meet my sister. She’s one of my favorite people, and I don’t get to see her nearly as often as I’d like. Hanging out with her helps me settle my shit down a little. We share Oot back and forth, taking turns holding him. The three of us talk about ducks.

7:00 rolls around. The beginning of the festivities. Neil Gaiman is doing a reading and Q&A in a big tent next to the visitor’s center. We take places in the back, partly because I’m a lurker, and partly so that if Oot gets scrawbly we can take him out the back exit before he bothers folks.

Gaiman is charming as always. Gentle and funny and well-spoken. I’ve never heard him otherwise. Oot does get a little noisy. Not fussy, he just likes to talk and doesn’t understand that sometimes he just has to shush. He gets that from me. Sarah takes him out of the tent for a bit. Then she comes back and I grab Oot so she can listen to Gaiman for a while.

Oot and I go into the visitor center so he can take off his coat and walk around. He’s a pretty good walker now, and doesn’t fall very much at all.

Sarah comes in and checks on us ten minutes later. I appreciate that. Sometimes Oot gets unhappy, and nothing can make it better but mom. But right now he’s pretty content, and I’m having a good time too. As I’ve said, I haven’t spent much time with him lately. So I send Sarah back to listen to Gaiman. I’ve heard him speak a couple times before, but she hasn’t.

Oot and I explore a the visitor center. There’s a little wooden bridge that goes over a stream, and it’s really exciting to him. Unfortunately, he’s not too steady on the going up or the coming down. But that’s what makes it exciting for him, I think. I hold his hand and he goes up and down. Up and down.

I’ve brought along a wooden spoon and we play with it. There’s a lot you can do with a wooden spoon. Not only does it go in your mouth, which is fun, but you can bang it on things. You can also poke things with the spoon.

Sarah comes back to check on us. I give her the thumbs up and make a shooing motion. She goes back to listen to Gaiman.

Oot makes it clear that he is determined to explore the trashcan. It is on the floor, and therefore part of his domain. He will not be thwarted in his desire so long as he remains on the floor.

So I pick him up and we walk around for a bit. He can say words other than than “duck.” He can also say, “that.” To the untrained ear, these might sound the same, but I can tell the difference between “duck” “dog” “that” and “dad” though I doubt any linguist in the world could do the same.

So I carry him around and he points at things. When he points, he says, “that.” I’m not entirely sure what he means when he says this, though I have theories. Sometimes I think he’s curious about something he sees, so I tell him what it’s called. Sometimes I think he wants to touch it, so we go touch it.

But most of the time, I think he’s just enjoying being able to communicate. It has to be hard for babies. For so many months all they have is one way to express themselves. They can cry. They have one note, and they have to use it for everything: hunger, discomfort, frustration, boredom, loneliness.

Later on they learn more notes. They can laugh to express joy. They can grunt or suck or grab to express desire. But that’s it. Still very limited.

But now Oot can point and say, “that.” This is a big deal. This is levels beyond what he could do a few months ago. This is abstract.  He’s not just feeling something, he’s actively focusing his attention. He’s apprehending. This isn’t just expression, it’s communication.

What he’s really doing, I think, is saying, “Look. I can see a thing. I’m aware of it, and I want you to know that I’m aware of it.”

At this point in his life, this is the closest he can come to telling me a story.

This is a big deal. So we walk around looking at things. There’s a plant with a bright flower all yellow and red. There’s a wooden bench. There’s a wall. He points at them. He says, “that.”

I nod and point, too. “That,” I agree.

I put him back in his coat,  and together we go back to the tent. We listen to the very end of Neil’s Q&A. People laugh. People applaud. Oot claps too. He smiles. He doesn’t really understand what the applause is for. He’s not clapping for anything. When he claps, he’s saying, “I know something good has happened, and I’m a part of it. We’re all happy.”

And he’s right.

Part two [soon]

This entry was posted in babies, musings, My checkered past, Neil Gaiman, Oot, the longest fucking blog everBy Pat54 Responses


  1. Andres J.
    Posted November 7, 2010 at 3:34 AM | Permalink

    Your tales about Oot are so cute they make me want to have babies (which is a huge endeavor since it requires me to move halfway around the world, get married, find a job and buy a house).

    It’s good to know you had a good family time.

    Best, A.

  2. Snall
    Posted November 7, 2010 at 3:38 AM | Permalink

    Awesome. Though I can’t help but be curious about the fight..heh.

    Strange to think I might be reading about your kid throughout his life too…well as long as you keep writing and sharing anyway- can’t wait for March. (I think it’s March..)

  3. fooflamfinn
    Posted November 7, 2010 at 3:43 AM | Permalink

    It’s always a blessing when we take the time to see things (or at least try to) the way our kids do.

  4. Oatmeal
    Posted November 7, 2010 at 4:08 AM | Permalink

    Halloween is pretty great. But even greater is the joy that comes from seeing your children accomplish things. “That” is a great word. So is “duck”, especially with the “time of baby ducks” nearly upon us.

    I’m glad you took some time away from the book. I doubt that it will harm the awesomeness that the book is bound to have, and you get one more super amazing memory with Oot. And super amazing memories with our kids are in short supply.

    As much as I love that you obsessively revise your book, for us, I can’t wait for it to be published. Not because that means it’ll be out and I can read it, (ok that too, but not JUST for that reason) but because that means you’ll be able to take a bit of a break and spend some time with Oot and Sarah.

  5. Shnargen
    Posted November 7, 2010 at 4:14 AM | Permalink

    Okay, this has to be one of your best written blogs for a long time. I seriously enjoyed reading it. Maybe it’s because you told a story that involved strong emotions for you, somehow giving you super human blogging powers. I don’y know, but I am anticipating part two hugely.

  6. Posted November 7, 2010 at 4:37 AM | Permalink

    That’s just really pleasing to read, Pat. Have you ever done more contemporary settings in your writing?

  7. Posted November 7, 2010 at 5:35 AM | Permalink

    As a huge fan of yours (just reread The name of the wind, and just convinced my boyfriend to do the same-he loved it-), I apprecciate your efforts. I am sure it will be a great book but you are so kind a person I could handle a mediocre one and wait for the following one without losing a bit of faith in you.

    I’m not sure if I’m helping or making it worse for you. Anyway, you deserved a day with Oot and I’m glad you enjoyed it… Best of lucks!


  8. FunkyMunky
    Posted November 7, 2010 at 6:22 AM | Permalink

    I just think that Oot will be freaked out meeting people in a dozen years that remember more about his childhood than he does…
    You should write a contemporary story written in the style you use there, because it is really great. The feeling of a father’s care is perfectly conveyed to the point that I felt like Oot for a moment (if you see what I mean).

  9. Helene
    Posted November 7, 2010 at 6:34 AM | Permalink

    Children makes the world magic. And you did know how to convey the magic. Thanks.

    • Ditte
      Posted November 7, 2010 at 6:53 AM | Permalink

      Seconded. I think that explains better than I could myself how I feel about this blog.
      It made me want to forget everything else and just have a baby. And I’m barely seventeen..
      Soo beautiful!

      • Achela
        Posted November 7, 2010 at 9:34 AM | Permalink

        Thirded. I think it’s awesome how you understand Oot’s mind, he is really lucky to have you as a dad. Haha and now I realize that when you were having your first party, I was probably saying my first words…

  10. CondorSultan
    Posted November 7, 2010 at 7:33 AM | Permalink

    You’re an artist, Pat. That was an impossibly lovely thing to read.

  11. beau
    Posted November 7, 2010 at 8:35 AM | Permalink

    That’s cute. Instead of saying “that” to point things out to me, my oldest daughter would point wildly and say “kook”! meaning “look” of course. :)

    Children are precious.

    Nice story Pat.

  12. annadala
    Posted November 7, 2010 at 8:37 AM | Permalink

    Did you win the fight?

    • Posted November 8, 2010 at 2:46 PM | Permalink

      Kinda. Mostly yes.

      • Allan
        Posted November 8, 2010 at 7:06 PM | Permalink

        Was it a break-dance fight?

  13. Posted November 7, 2010 at 8:59 AM | Permalink

    I really really enjoyed this post. I love hearing stories about you and your family. It’s great that you want to share this with your fans. I hope you will be able to spend more time with Oot and Sarah once this book is edited how you like it and out of your hands.

  14. beckiwithani
    Posted November 7, 2010 at 9:19 AM | Permalink

    One of your best blogs yet (I read you religiously, but you finally got me to comment.) Thank you.

  15. tlvierra
    Posted November 7, 2010 at 9:29 AM | Permalink

    I have learned from my nieces and nephews (there are 9) that Toddler is a magical and ephemeral language, peculiar to each user, and understood only by a select few in that person’s immediate circle.

    As soon as the Tall Humans begin to fully get the hang of it, the Short Humans begin speaking English, and the Toddler language is lost to them all, save for a remembered word here and there, forever.

    Glad to see you treasuring this time.

  16. Kat
    Posted November 7, 2010 at 10:06 AM | Permalink

    It was wonderful to see you at this event, and I can’t wait to read the second part. You did a great job on the panel, and your costumes were fantastic!

  17. D_
    Posted November 7, 2010 at 10:24 AM | Permalink

    I’m glad I’m not the only parent who spends serious foot-playing time.
    My son is the light of my life. Nothing can touch the awe of watching your child grow and learn. The best is when he looks at me and smiles, really smiles, because he sees me and knows who I am. I melt every time.

  18. Baldsilver
    Posted November 7, 2010 at 11:25 AM | Permalink

    haha babies, too much sometimes

  19. Mossy Toes
    Posted November 7, 2010 at 11:30 AM | Permalink

    Watching the evolution of a child’s consciousness and skills…it’s incredible. Just wait until a year and a half (or so) from now, when Oot is making articulate, fully formed sentences.

  20. Cheroto
    Posted November 7, 2010 at 12:16 PM | Permalink

    Hey Pat, its blogs like this one that make me check your blog everyday. You’re a helluva storyteller! =]

  21. Ent_hused
    Posted November 7, 2010 at 12:29 PM | Permalink


    When I read this blog I can’t help but notice how rich a narrative it is. The combination of scene and summary and voice is really nice. Perhaps this was easy to write because of its autobiographical content, but I urge you to consider this style for another project. If anything, this blog doesn’t just keep fans updated, but it keeps them entertained; it has become its own text and lives apart from your book.

    I can imagine a first person narrator with this voice, even if he isn’t you, going through life and commenting. I liked your fantasy, but the writing here is somehow even more compelling (to me). The characters are even more real, which sounds redundant, but it’s not. And the main character is aware in a way that makes him sympathetic.

    It reminds me of Raise High the Roofbeam Carpenters. Modern day Salinger, which I think the publishing industry needs. I’d read dozens of novels with this voice.

    Just saying.

  22. Robyn
    Posted November 7, 2010 at 2:08 PM | Permalink

    “That” is one of my favourite games to play with the little ones. My nephew would ask endlessly, chubby index finger waving around the room at all the seemingly endless supply of “thats”.

    Just wait until Oot hits two, he’ll start remembering things and putting words, phrases, and concepts together and really be able to tell you a story. Just have a recorder or pen and paper in hand so you can take it down.

  23. jpohlmeier
    Posted November 7, 2010 at 2:21 PM | Permalink

    I think that is my favorite blog post that you have written since I have been a follower. My kids are 4, 2 and 5 months. I can feel exactly what you are saying.

  24. whoisduley
    Posted November 7, 2010 at 2:33 PM | Permalink

    Excellent blog, tons of emotion. It reminds me of in The Name of the Wind whenever Denna is involved. It seems like the events of the story at the time are just framing for writing about the person. I love it!

  25. Sigurat
    Posted November 7, 2010 at 4:06 PM | Permalink

    Dear Pat,

    I have been reading your blog ever since i read The Name of the Wind back 2007. I feel I must apologize for never writing to you, not even leaving a comment. I have admired your writing for a long time now and I always recommend your book and blog to my friends and even strangers (but that is a story for another day). I would like to believe that I am your biggest fan, however I believe that to be pretentious for I know not of people out there who may worship you; suffice it to say that you are an idol to me. As an aspiring writer (maybe someday 20 years from now), you have shown me that what we write must come from the heart, otherwise it has no depth. I have read many authors, some I love dearly, however I have to say that none have touched me the way your writing has. This blog was the final push I needed to write to you how I feel. I respect you greatly both as a writer and a person; and now a father. I would be honored if you replied to this meager attempt at communication (a comment no less!), however I will keep my expectations realistic and will be just as happy with another blog (or maybe an excerpt, that might be pushing it though :P). I hope someday I get the chance to meet you and maybe even get to know you personally, however I will leave that for the universe to decide.
    May your writing touch people the way it has me! May you prosper and still find as much time as you’d like with your family, I know how precious those moments are!

    Sincerely Yours,
    AJ Jafri

  26. justajenjen
    Posted November 7, 2010 at 5:01 PM | Permalink

    I’m glad you all had fun at House on the Rock. That place is awesome. It’s been a very long time since I’ve been, like over 20 years. We went for a family vacation once; my parents and siblings and I, and my grandparents. It was a great time.

    Talking about ducks and going over bridges sounds like a wonderful time. Nerdbaby’s favorite words include “All done,” which is currently pronounced “ah duh” and is used when finished eating or drinking, or when he just doesn’t want to eat what he’s served. Another popular word is “Meecee.” This one took a little time to figure out. He’s learned to say thank you from his Papa, who’s French, which would be “merci.” And of course, he knows “Papa” and “Maman.” He and I went trick or treating for Halloween this year, he was dressed as Captain Kirk. He’d tell everyone “meecee” when he’d get candy. It was super cute.

    • Alexander the Pretty Good
      Posted November 8, 2010 at 6:19 PM | Permalink

      Nerdbaby’s favorite words include “All done,” which is currently pronounced “ah duh” and is used when finished eating or drinking

      The boy-child pronounces “All done” as “ahhnuu” accompanied by the appropriate sign language. As both my kids were learning to talk, we taught them about 30 words of sign to help them get across their wants, needs and desires more efficaciously.

  27. cjkoger
    Posted November 7, 2010 at 5:30 PM | Permalink

    Cheers sir, very well written and expressed. I have 16 mo old and a 30 mo old and the ‘that’ stage is hilarious and fantastic. I must admit, while still smart and quite humorous, this blog is as close to sentimental as I think I’ve seen for you. Better watch out. =)

  28. Ent_hused
    Posted November 7, 2010 at 5:59 PM | Permalink

    More honest sentiment than anything sentimental. This lacks the more evident trappings of melofakery.

    But the comment brings up a point I was thinking about earlier: type casting. While Rothfuss might not care about being pidgeoncornholed in a never ending epoch of category fiction, some fans won’t understand his other abilities, which this blog makes clear.

    Shrug. It’s an interesting problem. But there is real talent in the writing of this blog. While the Name of the Wind is wildly successful, I’m willing to bet that even more people would read this sort of writing. Not that literary fiction sells well. But some people sell…probably because they rise above the rhetoric of culling the world’s details into empurpled genetalic prose.

  29. rangerer
    Posted November 7, 2010 at 7:31 PM | Permalink

    Thanks for this. Overall, I have had a pretty wretched weekend with my three boys. There has been a lot of crying and yelling and general unhappiness. Doesn’t help that mom, baby and I are sick.

    I read this just in time so that I could stop, take a breath and salvage a little bit of my weekend with the three little ones. I appreciate you sharing your time with Oot. It was a great reminder for me.

  30. LaisLindsay
    Posted November 7, 2010 at 8:46 PM | Permalink

    At your reading/Q&A session at MadCon I told you that parenting just gets better and better! It’s got to be, hands down, the cooolest endeavor ever. Having seen Oot in action, I know he is a toddling bundle of cuteness. But be ready; lurking behind the cuteness is a passel of coolness and awe that it just beginning to reveal itself as his ability to communicate expands. Have fun discovering the kid behind the cute.. he is sure going to have an awesome time discovering the man behind the beard.

  31. Krayton
    Posted November 7, 2010 at 10:31 PM | Permalink

    That is cool. Just really expletive cool. Keep it up; we appreciate hearing what you have to say.

  32. Posted November 7, 2010 at 11:03 PM | Permalink

    To be able to show the world to a babie must be a really good feeling.
    To help him understand it, to be able to reach whatever he wants.
    You and Sarah have the most important task now, Pat.
    I wish you the best of luck!

  33. DShannon
    Posted November 8, 2010 at 12:05 AM | Permalink

    This is an amazing tale. I don’t think the non-fathers of the world can comprehend this simple tale you have told. Thank you. I don’t think a blog has made me cry before.

  34. Baldsilver
    Posted November 8, 2010 at 12:37 AM | Permalink

    and yea, you gotta give more details about the fight, did you use Pan’s diabolical scream to win the day? or was it the tights.

  35. astrocyn
    Posted November 8, 2010 at 7:28 AM | Permalink

    I am extremely excited about hearing more about the house on the rock.
    But I am also thrilled hearing Oot stories. The whole baby raising thing is a stunning process. It’s pretty cool to read about it from daddy’s perspective.

  36. ImLittleJon
    Posted November 8, 2010 at 12:06 PM | Permalink

    When my son was that age, he went through a stage where all the words he could say rhymed with “truck”. So here’s one actual conversation from while we were looking at one of those wooden picture books:

    Me: What’s that? (points at picture of a duck)
    Son: Duck!
    Me: What’s it say?
    Son: Quuck! (pronounced kwuck)
    Me: (turns page to picture of giraffe) What’s that?
    Son: Grrtruck!

    Of course, this made words starting with an “f” sound rather embarrassing during this stage…

  37. priscellie
    Posted November 8, 2010 at 1:03 PM | Permalink

    Reading about Oot’s adventures with language and the world around him, I think my heart grew three sizes. Also, I must give him a virtual fist bump, because my first word was “duck.”

  38. skinner
    Posted November 8, 2010 at 2:32 PM | Permalink

    I’m glad you got to take a well deserved break (even if it was a short one) and spend some quality time with Oot. It sounds like you enjoyed yourself.

    Thanks for the awesome post!

  39. Lucid Moments
    Posted November 8, 2010 at 2:43 PM | Permalink

    So am I the only person that read this and thought: “Hey November 1st deadline?” That means he is practically done with the book. WooHoo we are getting close now!!!!!

  40. Sherryl
    Posted November 8, 2010 at 5:32 PM | Permalink

    Love the story Pat. Thanks for sharing. =)

  41. Alexander the Pretty Good
    Posted November 8, 2010 at 6:09 PM | Permalink

    I have boy-child a little older than Oot. When he says “that”, it can mean that he wants to know what the thing is called, wants me to acknowledge it or wants me to tell him something about it.

  42. Posted November 8, 2010 at 9:45 PM | Permalink

    Thanks for writing this, it made me smile. Oot is adorable, and Gaiman is awesome, and GPS’s do give really stupid directions most of the time. And your gnome costume is badass.

    Good luck finishing your revisions, but you should know that at this point you’ve fixed it so much that there is no way it will be anything but all of our new favorite book. Which it will be, so don’t worry :)

  43. Justin
    Posted November 9, 2010 at 6:30 AM | Permalink

    My wife is due with our first baby in just a couple of weeks and didn’t think I could be any more excited, but somehow I am after reading this. Great entry.

  44. cantrell11
    Posted November 9, 2010 at 8:12 AM | Permalink

    Pat, I can really put myself in your place as I read this blog entry. I have a two and a half year old son. The little advances they make are so much fun, and exploring the world with your kid is about the most fun thing I can think of doing.

  45. AP
    Posted November 9, 2010 at 8:48 PM | Permalink

    Hey Pat,

    I just wanted to say that I think it is awesome that you recognize how significant Oot’s communication is. My fiancee has her masters in Speech Language Pathology and a BS in Communicative Disorders (from UWSP). Currently she is working as a speech therapist for birth to three year old kids who have communication problems. I see what some families have to go through and it brought me to the same realization as which you expressed in your last post. It really is an impressive field of study, and with children the most important thing people can do is just talk to them, talk, talk, talk. And with your story telling abilities its no surprise that Oot isn’t having problems.

    Anyway, enough ramblings.
    Have a good one!


  46. gavin7
    Posted November 9, 2010 at 9:09 PM | Permalink


    How the hell does it take your four years to revision a story you’ve already written? I recall one of your interviews where you said the next two will come out in one year increments.

    yours truly, Gavin

    • PeyMos
      Posted November 29, 2010 at 12:39 AM | Permalink


      It seems you have not experianced the incredibleness of Mr. Rothfuss’s newer blog posts. Check them out, he explains it all. Enjoy.

  47. jjadamsfb
    Posted November 10, 2010 at 10:22 PM | Permalink

    I was reading an article about one of my favorite breweries and a line seemed to jump off the page at me, that made me think of you.

    “He’s definitely an artist and a philosopher,” says Scott Kerner, co-owner of Three Penny Taproom in Montpelier, where Hill’s Edward pale ale is the best selling of 24 beers on tap. “He puts all that into his beer. He is so anal about how clean he keeps his equipment and how precise his measurements are. It’s like a guy who spends his entire life editing and reediting a book so that it’s perfect.

    Have one on me.

  48. chat
    Posted February 26, 2012 at 3:34 AM | Permalink

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