As you probably know, Dawn and I went to Los Angeles two weeks ago. What you may not know is that the first time we went there together, some serious silliness ensued. I drove down from wherever I was working, to see Great White perform yet again. Dawn flew down from Portland, to meet up with me and see the show together. We hadn’t gotten around to figuring out that we were supposed to be together all of the time yet; in our twenties, we were both fiercely independent people with agendas of our own. We weren’t smart enough yet to realize that we could weave our agendas together to make sure we both got more together than we did apart…but that’s a love story; this is a silly one.
Last weekend Dawn and I went to Los Angeles to exhibit at the L.A. Times Festival of Books. It’s the largest book festival in the country; after over two decades, it has outgrown its original venue, and has turned into quite an enormous sprawl of booths. It was pretty epic, and very exciting, to see how many folks came out to flood the USC campus where it was held. It rained on Saturday, the second rainfall the festival has ever had, and it was no brief sprinkle. Many exhibitors scrambled to rearrange their booths to keep their things from getting wet, and we were no exception. Luckily, no damage was done…and we learned a little about making our booth more inviting as well. Thanks, rain.
As a result of the festival, Mister ‘I write a thousand words every day’ (that’s me) missed some days. Four, to be exact. That’s a day to drive there, two full days at the festival, and a day to drive home. And here’s the thing: it was all about my books! It was hard to feel bad posting on Twitter with #TodayIAmNotAWriter when each post came at the end of a long day of promoting the books I have already written. You know? Continue reading “#TodayIAmAWriter – How about #TodayIAmAnAuthor instead?”
Categories can be a difficult thing for those that don’t particularly like to be categorized. Looking at the situation closer, however, suggests that perhaps the concept of categories is not the problem at all. Maybe some of us just don’t like the narrow concepts that previous generations have used to define things. Maybe we just need new categories.
Dawn and I were surprised to see a certain online book retailer categorize my Walking Between Worlds trilogy as YA, or ‘young adult’. We had a couple of discussions about it, and I pointed out what each of us already knew. We had both been reading Stephen King at thirteen or fourteen years old. I stopped reading Xanth books when I discovered that Piers Anthony also wrote books for adults, and that I enjoyed them a lot more. I was in sixth grade at the time. My mom had some pretty steamy romance novels kicking around, and I read plenty of those when I ran out of science fiction and fantasy and horror. I didn’t love them like the books I swiped from my dad, but they were more to my liking than the books being written for my age group. Continue reading “#TodayIAmAWriter – The Worldly Reader”
Things got pretty busy around here in March. The funny thing is, much of us being busy was all about getting ready for an even busier month in April. Oh, and look at that…here it is already! Happy April! I don’t think I could be much more excited about what is coming up.
Today I released the second of eighteen short stories to my newsletter subscribers, supporting content for my upcoming novel Zombie Zero: The First Zombie. Hop on over and subscribe if you want, if you’re not already: the only way to get all eighteen short stories is to sign up. I would tell you all about the benefits of being a member of The Secret Society of Deeper Meaning but…well, it’s kind of a secret. If you are already getting my weekly messages, hopefully you aren’t having any trouble decoding them; and thank you for stopping by here as well.
I have been looking forward to today for awhile, and working hard to make sure I was ready for it. When I finished the edits on Zombie Zero: The First Zombie in February, I freaked out (in the best way possible). I was way ahead of schedule, thanks to Scrivener (a writing program) and a more disciplined and consistent writing schedule. I couldn’t write much more than the first few chapters in the conclusion without some footwork; and due to the release schedule I had already bumped up once, I didn’t want to pull any triggers early and end up shooting myself in the foot. So I went back over the first book, and I let a thought that had struck me while writing it strike me again.
There was one particular point in the story that made my mind wonder: what happened there? The character moves on, as does the story, but another story waits at the other side of that doorway that got left unopened. (I am being metaphorical, instead of obvious; I hate spoilers.) As soon as I asked, my question was answered: there are a lot of stories within this story; which ones do you want to know about? Continue reading “#TodayIAmAWriter – Zombie Zero Short Stories”
Well, January looked a lot like September through December of last year did. I did a lot of book stuff, Dawn did a lot of book stuff, and most everything else got put off. That’s not bad; we added two new titles to the Sudden Insight Publishing library, and I wrote a lot in Zombie Zero. Oh, sorry, I should have capitalized that: I wrote A LOT in Zombie Zero. I wrote a little something every day, but most days I wrote well over a thousand words. Add that to the work I did on it in October, November and December leading up to that and…well, the first draft is pretty much done. Again, that’s not bad; but there are some issues. Continue reading “#TodayIAmAWriter – New Writing Goals”
It’s one of the methods I use to motivate myself; I suppose it’s also one of the ways that I beat myself up. . . perhaps they are the same thing. I set myself goals, and I grandly pat myself on the back when I meet them (not literally, but internally); I also flay myself when I fall short (but all the pain is on the inside; so it’s a healthy, constructive kind of pain). Of all the motivational/masochistic tools I employ to keep me headed rapidly down whatever storied path I have chosen, these two phrases are among the most effective/painful. Continue reading “Today I am a writer. . .”