Monday, August 21, 2017
Pre-Order Third Flatiron (@TFlatiron)'s "Strange Beasties" Anthology or subscribe for a year at Pantheon
Have you done it already?
Check out the the full list of "Strange" authors for this anthology on Third Flatiron's website here.
Disclosure: I get no proceeds from these sales, but of course I'd like you to read my piece! :)
Tuesday, August 1, 2017
Third Flatiron Publishing has picked up one of my stories for its Fall 2017 anthology, Strange Beasties, to be published in
I am totally stoked.
There shall be no bitching or complaining about writing (or That Famous Horror Writer) on this blog for at least another two weeks. At least. Hear hear!
Friday, July 14, 2017
My worst fear, thinking out loud, random thoughts, stream-of-consciousness thisas-and-thatas about "The Novel," and the last two months
I signed up for Writer's Market to hunt for publishers seeking unagented manuscripts. Wow, that was a waste of dough. I ticked "Unagented Manuscripts," and 80% of the search results didn't even match the query.
There also weren't that many to begin with.
So I canceled my trial and got a refund and picked up the same info from blogs (for free) around the web. None of the info was very promising, for a multitude of reasons. (If you're interested, what did look most promising was Tor, DAW, Baen's, and one or two others which one hardly needs a forty-buck subscription to Writer's Market to find.)
Those days are over for me. O-V-E-R.
It doesn't mean I don't come out without a blue eye, or several missing teeth.
And now ... the Fear: that Gut-Wrenching Horror-Terror I Suffer From:
I think part of the problem is that I'm scared. That's what blocked me last year, my own fears. It wasn't easy facing up to them with the short stories, but I no longer feel like I've been knocked out for the count whenever I receive a rejection. A novel is a much longer project. I dread spending months on a project only to be told, "Hey, look, it actually really sucks. I mean, like, badly. Like, your work is terrible. It is just awful, horrible. Give up. Stop writing. Go beg on the street instead, go sweep up trash. Anything! Just, please, whatever you do, don't ever send us another story again!"
And when things get tough (like now), I'll just remind myself: That's the Biz.
Saturday, April 29, 2017
I feel like I have just broken through the worst bout of Writer's Block anyone has ever experienced in their entire lives. (Yeah, right...)
Because readers don't like reading about writers' problems, I'll spare you the details.
The very reason for me posting this random / stream-of-consciousness post is because I feel I should write something, somewhere in order to keep any vague hopes of becoming a published author alive.
I received an Honorable Mention to my last story into the Writers of the Future. The result is not as good as my second-last entry (Silver Honorable Mention), but it's better than my last one (straight reject). This is officially my fifth (or seventh? maybe eighth? I lost count...) entry into the competition. The good news is: Before last year, I used to get straight rejects all the time. (I was such a freaking bad writer three years ago -- I mean, awful.)
I wrote a novel since November last year -- a desperate attempt to get something published in this dog-eat-dog world of writing. I self-published it; the first review out the block was a five star (thank goodness) but reviews don't mean shit, only hard sales do, and that novel was not entirely what I want to write anyway (it was a contemporary YA Romance) but, hey, I was blocked, and I was glad to get something out the door. (I wrote it under another name.)
The essence of my Tale of Woe is this:
I got sick of rejections, I decided to try write a novel (not that hack-novel above; another novel) instead of short stories, I got an idea for a setting, and the research has been an absolute nightmare. Yes, it's a truly "original" story (hence, why the research is so difficult), but it's taken everything out of me. I've been working on it since November / October last year (maybe even earlier). I am now stuck between the two possibilities that (a) I am trying too hard or (b) I am not trying hard enough.
I read a novel from Stephen King the other day (Colorado Kid) which completely SUCKED (yeah, yeah, King, I know you tell us that we're "wrong" at the end of the novel for thinking there was absolutely NO PLOT to it -- which only confirms that you got lazy, because why even bother commenting on it to your Constant Readers?) and I cannot help but feel disparaged that "The Big Boys" can publish so much trite because they have "Made it" while the rest of us spend six months trying to come up with Original Ideas and Knock-Your-Socks-Off stories when that isn't necessarily what people want. Or is it?
Anyway, I know King's tale, I read his book on writing: He's been through this (actually, he's been through worse) and he broke through it, like I guess everyone must break through. And there's no use griping about it, is there? So, I assume once I've broken through, I can also publish crap and get paid millions for it. (I hope not... Maybe King said the same thing in the early days...)
So, here I am, researching, researching, researching, and I wonder if I shouldn't just be writing, writing, writing instead.
I took advice from some "Top Writers" on "how to write" which ground my production to a dead halt. So I've come to the conclusion, now, that I must ignore all advice and simply write and maybe the Great Gods of Literature will bless me with their epiphanies if I simply do that for long enough, and submit enough stories.
Anyway, nothing is ever hopeless. I will probably regret this post later. But, hey, seeing as no one knows who I am anyway, it doesn't matter, because I can just delete the post later, and no one would care or know any better...
I promise that the next post will have better news (unless it doesn't...)
Bitching over, this is my current game plan:
- Continue researching and plotting "The Novel" because it truly has a "Bright Idea" associated with it, and I cannot think of a better one (and haven't been able to for six months).
- Use that research to also write short stories, and submit those short stories
- For the next few months, make all short stories related to "The Novel," and then put them together and turn them into a novel, so that I can, maybe at the end of the year, start canvassing for a Literary Agent who completely and totally loves my writing and thinks I am going to be the next (Stephen King?) "Big Name Author" who can write trash and get paid lots of big bucks for it in about ten years.
- Last, but not least, stop trashing Stephen King. He's not the reason your last story got rejected.
PS. Maybe I'll start blogging more, too. Maybe...
Tuesday, November 15, 2016
I'm two days into a 17-day research trip in Lisbon for "The Novel" (that being the current designation of my Bright Idea for a book which hopefully I will actually finish writing, eventually, and then sell some day...) My feet are blue from walking and I feel ill from too many cafés, but at least I know now how deep the notches were for the bolts which locked one of the portal doors through the old wall surrounding the city (this particular doorway being at the Chafariz d'El Rey," or "King's Fountain").
I present it to you here, for I know you suffer from sleepless nights for lack of this knowledge...
Friday, October 28, 2016
My story "Soulmonger" is available for reading for free at Daily Science Fiction today.
Saturday, September 17, 2016
It's not a sale, but it does mean that some of the big-hitters like Orson Scott Card and Nancy Kress and Kevin J. Anderson and Brandon Sanderson actually read my story and thought it mostly didn't suck.
Yikes, did these folk really read my story!? Wowser!