Short Fiction! Get Ya Short Fiction Heah!

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I have a small number of my short stories for sale online. At some point I’ll set something up for a direct sale on my web page, but there’s already a lot on my plate at the moment. For those who would like to buy one of my short stories for their ereaders, here are the links:

Another Man’s Burden (Amazon.com | B&N)

Bad Little Girls Die Horrible Deaths (Amazon.com | B&N)

Soldiers of a Dying God (Amazon.com | B&N)

The Blood Cord (Amazon.com | B&N)

The Bone Orchid (Amazon.com | B&N)

There are many, many other online stores, but posting these have already eaten up a helluva lot of time. Sorry, people who read on the Kobo or whatever. Maybe someday I’ll have time to post these there.

Also, I’ll get more stories online as I can.

A Guest Post Written By My Neighbor

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Last night our elderly neighbor, Dolores Snootheim-Jagger, was visiting to borrow some flour and harangue us about going to her church, the Holy Ministry Of The Unlanced Boil, when she asked me to show her this “internet thing” she’d heard so much about. Unfortunately, one of the tabs was a post at Terrible Minds by Chuck Wendig, and she had… ahem… quite a strong reaction.

After about twenty minutes of listening to her yell at us in outrage, I offered her the chance to share her feelings with the world. She accepted, and was still hunting and pecking her note when I went to bed at 1:30 last night. This morning I awoke to find the post below waiting to be added to my blog, my apartment door standing open, and all the dishes done. So, in the expectation that she’ll ask me to show her the post at some time next week, here’s Dolores’s opinion.


Dear editors, first of all let me say that I’m not terribly impressed to discover that the internet has people on it like this Chuck Wendig person. Why do you allow him to post such filth??? The language he uses!! It’s shocking. Honestly, any sensible person would take away his blog until he learned to communicate in a polite fashion. I mean, really! Can you imagine the effect of his words on a sensitive person like that nice Mr. Gaiman? (Neil, I heard you got married. I don’t care! Call me!) My goodness, every word on the page is a kind of pronography, and who would want THAT FILTH on their nice internet???

Second of all, I think it’s shocking that he should promote bad behavior among any segment of the population. Tearing up hotel rooms?? Really! You’d think he still believed rock and roll was an ongoing concern instead of the dead-and-buried cultural backwater it was. Besides, I suspect that urging people to eyedropper “Kindle juice” into their eyes is illegal! And if it isn’t, we the citizens should treat it as though it is. Why should we rely on the government to do everything for us?? There’s no reason for Mr. Wendig to be yet another burden on the taxpayer when I have a perfectly good deadbolt on the half-bath in my basement.

Third of all, he should most definitely NOT be suggesting Mr. Franzen smoke Oprah’s hair clippings through a bong! Can you imagine the chemicals?? I don’t care what my nephew says, the water it bubbles through can’t possibly take out ALL of the carcinogens. Besides, Mr. Franzen is much too suggestible to be the target of Mr. Wendig’s chicanery. I mean, have you SEEN the number of brand names in his last book?? The man has never met an advertisement he could resist and I suspect he dresses like a NASCAR driver when he works up the courage to walk around on the street.

Fourth of all, I’m not sure that Mr. Wendig has ever MET an actual writer. Fight a coked-up mandrill? Judging by my neighbor, Mr. Connolly, they aren’t fit enough to flee in terror from a primate of any kind. After seven or eight paces, he’d be clutching his chest, wheezing, and looking for a convenient park bench. [ed. note: it’s a fair cop] I can’t help but wonder if Mr. Wendig is trying to winnow down his competition!

Lastly, I will say that I do find merit in his idea of “concept novels,” in which the chapters in a novel all join together create a single story in some way. I would happily purchase a book like that at my local Borders if some enterprising novelist were to write one.

In summation, I’d always heard that the internet was full of pictures of adorable animals, which was intriguing to me, but now that I’ve discovered they allow people like Mr. Wendig to post his hateful goads here, I’m staying away until you people clean up your act. And if I ever meet this Mr. Wendig in person, he’ll get all this and more, plus finger-wagging! The internet won’t be a mature technology until you can wag your finger while you type.

So there!

Hup!

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I just weighed my backpack with the computer and all my regular stuff inside: fifteen pounds, six ounces. Yikes. What’s more, that’s before I put that Pat Rothfuss novel in it.

I may need to rethink how I lug my crap around.

No more Borders to cross

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Yikes, I’m behind on everything, including this half-finished post, which has been sitting in my dashboard for over a week.

The ABA calls the Borders liquidation “unfortunate right-sizing.” What I know is that it was a long time coming. Sure, it’s easy to blame the failure of the chain on the economic crunch–a helluva lot of struggling businesses have failed–but Borders has been circling the drain for a long time.

Now, I realize as well as anyone that a huge company with thousands of employees will have people with ready complaints, but Borders was a special case. They had a revolving door of MBA corporate heads that didn’t know squat about selling books. They moved too late on ebooks and then stupidly hitched their wagons to Amazon.com. Endless, endless fuck ups.

The sad thing is that they were once a terrific store.

Now they’re in liquidation. What does that mean for readers and authors in general? This NPR article by Rachel Syme gives a good rundown.

What does it mean for me in particular? Well, not that I’ll be picking up some books at a steep discount. Here’s what it comes down to: Borders ordered quite a few of my Twenty Palaces titles. Now that they’re gone my print runs will be that much smaller. Of course the numbers weren’t fantastic anyway, despite the “Best of the year” listings and good reviews. And they’re mass market originals at a time when mass market paperback sales are in the crapper.

Will ebook sales pick up the slack? It would be nice to think so, but I have a wait-and-see attitude. Okay, that’s not completely true; I have a pessimistic attitude, but I recognize my pessimism and try my best to counter it. Still, the loss of so much shelf space for selling books–and the announcement that B&N will be following Borders’s lead by reducing book stock in favor of non-book merchandise–is painful.

Anyway, I have a great book to read, some story-thinking to do (I need to come up with a new project to obsess over), and festival food to lunch on. The Twenty Palaces series certainly isn’t dead, but it’s a tough time for everyone. And there’s always the option for me to self-publish in the series, if that becomes necessary (I hope it doesn’t).

Randomness for 7/30

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1) The largest Hot Wheels track ever. Four years in the making and it’s already sold for millions.

2) The 50 most delicious foods in the world. Points off for “Texas Barbecue Pork.”

3) More on joke Amazon.com reviews.

4) Spock is not impressed.

5) The Wesley Crusher Pullover Collection.

6) Dr. Strange villains reimagined.

7) Six pieces of technology SF movies forget about.

Well, this is disappointing.

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Thanks to a link on Twitter, I stumbled across a tech article about a font especially designed to be easily read by dyslexics. It’s called Dyslexie, and while it’s not what you’d call pretty, it is very, very functional.

As some of you might remember, my wife is pretty severely dyslexic. When I showed her the article (and the video, which is pretty interesting in its own right) she thought it was astonishing. It really did make reading much easier for her.

Of course I wanted to get it for her, so I could make it the default font on her iPad. Here’s the problem: according to what I can find, the font is only available to universities, institutions, and other large groups but not individuals. And it costs around 450 Euros. That’s out of our reach.

Hey, the guy created it and gets to market it however he likes. I’m not going to yank it off some torrent site. But if the only dyslexics who can benefit from it are the ones at rich schools? That sucks.

Today is our neighborhood festival

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There’s a huge slide set up around the corner and ponies are eating the grass of the baseball field. The art exhibit and other stalls are all set up, and there’s a beer garden, too. Bounce houses? didn’t see them on my way over but I can’t imagine they won’t be set up later.

I know my wife and son will be dropping by later to have their fun. I hope I can still be here to meet them.

Conan! What is best in webcomics!

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There’s a new Conan movie coming out on August 19TH!

Yes, I know it will be terrible. Yes, I’m going to see it anyway. Yes, I will have a 20-sider in my pocket when I do this. Part of my Fathers’ Day present was that I could see this movie in the theaters without the family.

You can't sit two Conans next to each other at a dinner party.

Made with Comic Life.

I don’t plan to be around much today. I have to brainstorm the New Thing and do some reading. Try not to be too interesting while I’m gone.

Ten Things Writers Shouldn’t Do

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Sherwood Smith mentioned this conversation she heard while attending Fourth Street. It interested me, because I’ve always thought there were a thousand ways a writer could fail. Make a list of ten? What could be easier!

But to make a list of ten things that most people wouldn’t? Something beyond “Follow the guidelines,” “Don’t play video games when you should be writing,” and “Don’t respond to reviews”? Something beyond the usual? I don’t know. Let’s see:

1) Don’t try to be a brand.

Companies are “brands.” Brands get slapped on products. But writers? They’re people, and what they create is more than a “product.” They’re works of art. Yes, the art is sold as a product, and maybe it’s bad art, or low art, or pop art, but it’s still art.

Brands guarantee a consistency of product, like frozen pizza, and you don’t want people to think your books are the same things every time, maybe with some minor variations in features or flavorings. I always catch shit when I say this, but novels are art. You may want to think of them as mere entertainment or whatever, but they are always art as well.

What writers have instead of a “brand” is a “reputation.” Have a reputation for being interesting, fun, sane, and humane. Have a reputation for writing great characters and surprising stories. Instead of putting out the same old work every time (that matches your “brand”) be amazing.

2) Don’t blame other people.

It’s hard to be rejected, to have your queries bounced, to get bad reviews, to have poor sales. What’s more, it’s tempting to put the fault on external forces. Your publisher didn’t market you enough, that agent doesn’t know good writing, blah blah blah.

But here’s the deal: The person who takes the blame is the person who takes the credit–because that’s the person who has the power. Do you want to break into publishing (or a bestseller list) or do you want to be discovered? Do you want to be an active or passive participant in your career.

I say: If you can’t reach your goals, blame yourself. Even if it’s not true. Behave as though the power to reach your goals is yours. You might as well, right?

3) Don’t have contempt for the market.

Crap Plus One. It’s death and failure all wrapped up in one. Don’t look at the bad books and try to do a little bit better, and don’t tell yourself, “My work may not be great, but it’s better than [published/successful book]!” Aim high instead.

4) Don’t have writing rituals.

I used to have writing rituals. I used to need a certain arrangement on my desk, a certain type of music, etc etc. What happened? My life conspired to strip those rituals from me one by one. I had to learn to be creative without them.

Don’t make cigarettes part of your process, because someday you may want to quit and you’ll find that you’ve quit writing, too. Don’t be precious about the kind of paper or the color of the ink in your pen. Sure, it’s fine to have favorites–to indulge yourself a little-but you really don’t want to fetishize the process. Just get the words from your brain into the world.

5) Don’t come to the page cold.

Writing time shouldn’t be just while you’re writing. Spend a little of your day thinking and planning what comes next. It makes the work easier than if you just turn up at the keyboard and think “What now?”

6) Don’t shit-mouth yourself.

This different from blaming yourself. When you blame yourself for a failure, you’re taking control of it and resolving to do better next time. When you talk crap about yourself–what you can’t do, what you can’t write–you diminish yourself.

And it must seem funny coming from me, since I’m the king of self-recrimination. But the truth is that shit-mouthing myself has hurt me. It’s limited me. I’ve convinced myself I could only do X words a day when I should have been pushing myself to do X+1 and as a result I’m still a slow writer. It’s held me back.

Which means I get to bad mouth myself about bad mouthing myself. That’s pretty much a dream come true.

7) Don’t write sitting down.

This is a hard one and I can’t do it all the time, especially since I do so much of my writing at the library or a coffee shop. But sitting for hours and hours is really awful for your body. I use my little standing desk whenever I can. You should try to do the same.

8 ) Don’t make other people’s mistakes.

It’s easy to let other people guide your choices. Sometimes they do it overtly by giving notes or criticism. Sometimes they do it second hand by creating something compelling you want to emulate.

Don’t be guided by other people’s ideas. Their responses? Sure. That’s useful feedback and you never stop learning from useful feedback. But if you’re going to make mistakes and fail, do it with your own work.

9) Don’t be impressed by “talent.”

Talent is a really nebulous concept, and personally I think it’s pernicious. We slap the “talented” label on people as an honorific, because their work is original, subtle, and most of all, accurate.

But the truth is that the text on the page is the end result of many influences, with “study” and “careful practice” at the top of the list. “Talent”–as it’s normally thought of–isn’t something you can control, and it will never, ever be enough. The best thing a writer can have is a willingness to practice intelligently and the ability to learn without preconceptions. If you have talent (whatever it is) great; if not, no big. Keep practicing and trying new things.

10) Don’t sweat anything but the writing.

Don’t worry about awards. Don’t worry about theory. Don’t worry about valuing character over plot. Don’t worry about the “hardness” of your setting. Don’t expect to be liked by everyone. Don’t expect anyone to care what you’re doing. Don’t fret your feelings for Jesus, or Obama, or Dr. Who. Don’t fret over submission guidelines (which are simple to follow). Don’t fret over internet arguments.

Can you write things that people want to read? If so, you’re doing what you need to do. Go you. If not, all the internet squabbling about art and genre or who deserved what award won’t do a damn thing for you.

Bonus 11th thing: Don’t take advice from people like me.

Instead of listening to people’s advice, pay attention to what they do. Examine things for yourself, with an open mind. The things you learn by your own study will be worth more than 100 blog posts and lists.

And… yeah. I wrote about writing again. On my blog. What the hell is wrong with me?

Auction almost over

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The charity auction of an ARC of Circle of Enemies is almost over. It ends about 11:30 PST. If you want to bid (knowing your money–less PayPal fees–will go directly to the Ballard Food Bank, do not delay.

Thank you to everyone who has bid so far!