Here’s an interview with me at The Quillery, for those who like to read this sort of thing. There’s also a chance to win all three books in a giveaway.
Writing: Using Resources
StandardCircle of Enemies comes out today, and I’m supposed to be working on this novelette, but damn, I’m feeling pretty damn distracted. So! I’ll blog about writing again, because that always makes me a little extra crazy.
Let me start off by saying this is how I do it; I’m not advocating it as a method anyone else should adopt. In fact, considering how slowly I write, I should probably only offer it as a cautionary tale.
Anyway! Lists and resources. I’ve said before that I’m both an outliner and a make-it-up-as-I-go-along-er, mainly because outlining the beginning helps me decide if there’s enough story to make a whole book of things, and I’ve found it’s useless to try to plan out an ending because I can never tell what resources a story is going to give me.
Which isn’t to say I don’t have an ending to aim at. Game of Cages started off with the second scene at the food bank and the whole book was written with that in mind. But I didn’t know how I would get there until shortly before I wrote it.
But the outline (and the theme, if I have one) are all resources I use for the beginning of the book. I’m sort of circling around this because it sounds stupid in my head as I write it, but when I’m starting a story it’s this huge, nebulous thing. I envision it as a huge cloud of possibility. Within a few specific parameters (that it will be created using text, and that text, no matter how it is laid out, will be experienced by the reader in a linear manner even if the story it tells isn’t linear) all things are possilble.
Then I begin to collapse those possibilities by making choices (usually on the basis of “Does this sound cool?”: I choose a genre. I design a protagonist. I decide that a certain personal/cultural issue that has been bugging me lately will make a good theme. All of those things narrow my choices so that certain options are no longer open to me, however, they also give me the resources to create the story and solve story problems.
Which maybe seems obvious, but it’s important for me to think of it in that way. When I’m stuck on a plot point, I make a specific list of story resources to get through it. It’s not always a written list, but the tough ones get written down. This is what it looks like:
1. Who are the characters in this situation?
2. What specifically do they want right now?
3. What resources[1] do they have available?
4. What self-imposed limits do they have on their behavior?
5. What are the characters’ relationship to the other characters, their goals, limits, etc?
[1] I’m using “resources” differently here than in the rest of the post. As a writer, I create resources w/in the story to tell it. The characters, though, have their own resources within their own fictional worlds: money, skills, friends, contacts, privileges, etc. An FBI agent has different resources than a florist, and they’ll bring very different tools to bear on a specific dilemma.
All those questions are important, but the first four won’t make an interesting story without that fifth one. It’s the way the characters feel about each other that makes the story interesting.
Anyway, I’ve never met a plot problem I couldn’t solve with those five questions, even if it takes a little brainworking. The really tough ones are when I’ve made a mistake earlier in the story, and I have to hunt back to a place where I’ve used something that isn’t in the story: usually an invalid relationship, usually centered on two people cooperating when they should be at odds. A great many of my story problems come from characters who help each other when they absolutely shouldn’t.
And sometimes the solution will come from something I didn’t expect. To make up examples: a character has to fight somebody, but are there weapons he can use? Hey, didn’t he just steal a key ring in the scene before? And didn’t my former brother-in-law scare the shit out of my teenage self by making a fist with keys sticking through his fingers?
Or an amateur sleuth wants to stake out somebody’s house. In a previous scene, her brother said he was a cab driver (a job I gave him at random) so maybe she could hire him to park on the corner with the meter running?
The same held true for the climax (Don’t worry, I won’t spoil it) of Circle of Enemies: I had no idea where it was going to take place. Nada. I fretted over for a little while before I realized I needed to make a list. Because this wasn’t a plot problem, all I did was list all the locations I’d used in the book so far. Three seconds later it was obvious where the scene had to happen. In fact, it seemed so perfect and obvious that it was almost formula.
Other writers call this “serendipity” or “gifts from the muse.” Me, I think that the language I use to think about my writing process affects the process, and calling it “serendipity” externalizes it too much. It moves it to a realm outside myself that I can’t control, making it chancy.
I much prefer to acknowledge those “gifts from the muse” are really a natural part of telling a story, in which details build on each other, becoming… well, a story creates problems that needs to be solved within the story, and those details are the toolbox I use to get to the end.
That’s how I see it, anyway.
Today
StandardCircle of Enemies, Chapter Two
StandardChapter one is available for free right here.
Lenard came up behind me. “You’re taking him?”
“He’s here and Ty isn’t,” Arne said, “so yeah. I sure as hell can’t take you. Stay here just in case. He only has to drive a car—as long as he doesn’t point the grill at Seattle and take off, he’ll be fine. Besides, if I show up with you, they’ll probably make us mow the lawn or something.”
Lenard laughed. “Fuck you. Those guys have Japs do their landscaping. They’d make me patch the roof.”
“I’ll be two hours at least. Probably three. Go into the kitchen while I’m gone and wash some dishes. Make yourself useful.”
“Hey, I was born in this country, just like you. I’ll do a day’s work when I see you do one.”
“Don’t hold your breath,” Arne said. “No shit, Lenard. Be careful.”
“Always.”
Arne turned to me. “Let’s go for a drive, Ray. You owe me.”
He started toward the front door, and I followed. I’d always trailed after him, going from one place to another. It felt natural to let him lead me around, and the feeling—that if I did what he wanted he’d eventually give me what I needed—was startlingly familiar.
And he was right. I did owe him. Continue reading
An auspicious day
StandardToday is supposed to be a Pokemon league day, but the boy woke up in the middle of the night with a bad cough, and I don’t take him when he’s all coughing on people. At this point, though, he seems fine, so we’ll be heading out.
In other super-fun news, I’ve started tracking my calories with Livestrong as of today. Reading Scott Lynch’s recent post on the topic, I accepted that there’s really no more excuses for putting it off. The writers who’d taken control of their fitness/eating all seem to be quite a bit younger than me–and that will make things harder–but it’s not like I’m going to turn 30 again.
If nothing else, I expect recording everything I eat will be an opportunity to re-examine my food habits. I used to use fasts for this, but my wife hates fasting, so what the hell.
Quick note: I’m not looking for advice regarding weight and weight loss.
In other news that’s all about me me me
StandardSuvudu has posted a free first 50 for Game of Cages as part of their “Fifty Page Friday” feature.
Circle of Enemies, Chapter One
StandardHere’s the first chapter of Circle of Enemies.
It was August in Seattle, when the city enjoyed actual sunshine and temperatures in the eighties. I’d spent the day working, which made for a nice change. I’d just finished a forty-hour temp landscaping job; dirt and dried sweat made my face and arms itch. I hated the feeling, but even worse was that I didn’t have anything lined up for next week.
As I walked up the alley toward home, I passed a pair of older women standing beside a scraggly vegetable garden. One kept saying she was sweltering, sweltering, but her friend didn’t seem sympathetic. Neither was I. I was used to summers in the desert.
When they noticed me, they fell silent. The unsympathetic one took her friend’s hand and led her toward the back door, keeping a wary eye on me. That didn’t bother me, either.
I stumped up the stairs to my apartment above my aunt’s garage. It was too late to call the temp agency tonight. I’d have to try them early Monday morning. Not that I had much hope. It was hard for an ex- con to find work, especially an ex-con with my name.
I’m Raymond Lilly, and I’ve lost track of the number of people I’ve killed. Continue reading
The Circle of Enemies post
StandardNow that each book gets its own dedicated post, I’m going to put this one to be your one-stop shop for Circle of Enemies info.
For starters, the book trailer is here.
The first chapter is available free.
The book earned a starred review from Publishers Weekly. (That makes me three for three so far.)
Here’s the pretty, pretty cover:

Trust me, it’s pretty. I just can’t get a decent scan Fixed. It’s a new design, and personally I really like it.
Here’s the plot description on the back cover.
Former car thief Ray Lilly is now the expendable grunt of a sorcerer responsible for destroying extradimensional predators summoned to our world by power-hungry magicians. Luckily, Ray has some magic of his own, and so far it’s kept him alive. But when a friend from his former gang calls him back to his old stomping grounds in Los Angeles, Ray may have to face a threat even he can’t handle. A mysterious spell is killing Ray’s former associates, and they blame him. Worse yet, the spell was cast by Wally King, the sorcerer who first dragged Ray into the brutal world of the Twenty Palace Society. Now Ray will have to choose between the ties of the past and the responsibilities of the present, as he and the Society face not only Wally King but a bizarre new predator.
What that doesn’t quite capture about the book is that this is the most personal and most emotionally-complicated book yet. It’s somewhat less violent than previous books, but the violence that’s there hurts more.
Now it’s time to do the blurbs:
“Ray Lilly is one of the most interesting characters I’ve read lately, and Harry Connolly’s vision is amazing.” — Charlaine Harris
“An edge-of-the-seat read! Ray Lilly is the new high-water mark of paranormal noir.” — Charles Stross
If you want to buy a paper copy:
| Amazon.com | Barnes & Noble | Book Depository (free int’l shipping!) | Books a Million | Indiebound | Kobo | Mysterious Galaxy | Powell’s Books |
This is quite a book trailer
StandardIt’s a little too long and it has a few uneven moments with the actors, but the production values are startling.
Another take on Conan
StandardChris Sims liked Conan more than I did.
Also, over the weekend, I posted a link to what appears to be the French cover for Child of Fire. (I know it’s plural; no big)
Today I’ll be writing and taking my son swimming.
