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Year: 2018 (page 10 of 32)

You Might Be The Killer: The… Movie?

So maybe you remember in the halcyon salad days of Summer 2017, one mister Sam Sykes and one mister, uhh, well, me, we got on The Twitters and we did an improvised horror story, kind of a riff on a slasher film, but in Twitter format. Shitposting, the kids call it!

(“Sam Sykes and Chuck Wendig Just Wrote Horror Movie Gold on Twitter.“)

(Or, read the whole thing starting here.)

Well, that went kinda viral.

And when a thing goes viral, it takes on a weird life of its own, meaning, we started fielding offers to make our Twitter thread into Something. Movies, YouTube series, cartoons — but at the end of the day, we had two guys, Craig Engler and Tom Vitale, say they had a vision for it, and it was a movie, and we said, HELL YEAH. Because, holy shit, a snarky slasher film from our tweets? Sign us up.

As with all things in film and television, we did not expect anything to happen. Because that’s how it goes, 99 times out of 100 — I’ve had many properties optioned. I have some optioned now I can’t even tell you about. Blackbirds at Starz got really, really far, until… it didn’t.

So, we expected this was just a fun thing, ha ha.

*clears throat*

The movie premieres next week at Fantastic Fest in Austin.

It’s directed by Brett Simmons.

Produced by Griff Furst and Tom. (And, uhh, Sam and I! We’re movie producers! This may in fact be the dumbest timeline, but we are working it to our advantage.)

The character of Sam is played by Fran Kranz.

The character of Chuck is played by Alyson Hannigan.

This is YMBTK.

Here is the trailer:

Sean Grigsby: Pulp With A Purpose

Pulp. Grindhouse. Exploitation.

These words conjure images of explosions, gritty streets, and events that defy the laws of logic and physics. One might pass an eye over the covers of books and films in this style and immediately assume that they are mindless forms of entertainment at best and absolute trash at worst.

I’m here to tell you this assumption is dead wrong. Of course, exploitation has its bad apples that really are just guts and sex and nothing else, but, when done right, when focused to a righteous point, exploitation can change the world… and have a hell of a lot of fun along the way.

When I wrote my book, Daughters of Forgotten Light, I was angry, furious at the way society treats those who don’t fit into a prescribed box. They are ostracized and treated as outcasts, and a majority of them are women. In my book, a new ice age forces the government to do a little population control, giving parents the power to sell their children to the military, or send the women who don’t make the cut to a prison city in space.

But I didn’t want to be didactic. I wanted to entertain readers while I fumed about the injustices of the world. And that’s where I brought in laser-wheeled motorcycles, boomerangs made of light, and a gritty vibe that’s been described as Bitch Planet meets Escape from New York.  I added tips of the hat to women-in-prison films, cannibal movies, and outlaw motorcycle flicks, while giving all the power to the women.

There’s this idea out there that you can either write fiction that delves into the human condition, espousing justice for those trampled on by society, or you can write about space lesbians that blow shit up.

Allow me to step up to the pulpit and declare through the megaphone: you can do both.

We first screen all information with the “hot cognition” area of our minds, also known as the crocodile brain. Swear words, acts of violence, and sex all give us that tiny shock to keep our attention and receive the message with open ears and stunned expressions.

It’s the difference between a boring school lecture you forgot as soon as you walked out the door and the holy-shit-this-has-changed-my-life-forever book or movie you took in over a weekend, and have probably told someone else about every day since.

Stories are meant to entertain and give us a different perspective on the world. Exploitation tells stories in a way that “serious fiction” can’t. It makes you face things in full, visceral detail, titillating you while addressing issues you might not have even thought about before. This style isn’t just about cheap thrills. At its finest, it reveals the best and worst in us, expands our world view for the dirty reality it is, and I say that’s what good art is for.

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Sean Grigsby is a professional firefighter in central Arkansas, where he writes about lasers, aliens, and guitar battles with the Devil when he’s not fighting dragons. He hosts the Cosmic Dragon podcast and grew up on Goosebumps books in Memphis, TN.

Sean Grigsby: Website

Daughters of Forgotten Light: Indiebound | Amazon | B&N | Kobo | BAM

A floating prison is home to Earth’s unwanted people, where they are forgotten… but not yet dead, in this wild science fiction adventure

Deep space penal colony Oubliette, population: scum. Lena “Horror” Horowitz leads the Daughters of Forgotten Light, one of three vicious gangs fighting for survival on Oubliette. Their fragile truce is shaken when a new shipment arrives from Earth carrying a fresh batch of prisoners and supplies to squabble over. But the delivery includes two new surprises: a drone, and a baby. Earth Senator Linda Dolfuse wants evidence of the bloodthirsty gangs to justify the government finally eradicating the wasters dumped on Oubliette. There’s only one problem: the baby in the drone’s video may be hers.

Jessica McDonald: Five Things I Learned Writing Born To Be Magic

It’s like Law & Order, but with witchcraft.

Rachel Collins isn’t sure sarcasm is an actual method of self-defense, but she keeps testing the theory. On paper, she’s an agent for the Colorado Bureau of Investigation, but in reality, she’s a ley witch, and as a deputy working for the High Council of Witches, it’s her job to keep the supernatural in line and protect humanity from the things they don’t know exist. It’s dangerous, and not just because a Walking Dead reject might eat her face. If she uses too much power, she could become a monster herself. 

It’s all magical forensics and arresting perps for dealing with demons until Rachel’s brother disappears, kidnapped by someone sending her a very particular message. Defying the Council’s order to stay off her brother’s case, Rachel hides her witchy identity from the demon hunter Sean—which definitely has nothing to do with how hot he is—and strikes a deal to save her brother. Unfortunately, their plan risks corrupting Rachel’s soul, a grievous offense in the eyes of the Council. Now she’ll have to prove she’s not hellbound — or suffer the same brand of justice she used to serve. 

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Diversity isn’t a default

You either nodded or rolled your eyes right now, but hang with me here. We need diverse books. We need them because we have diverse readers, and those readers deserve to see themselves represented in media. I’m a big believer in this, to the point of being an activist. I’ve spoken on it at conferences. I wrote an essay for Invisible 2 [link https://www.amazon.com/Invisible-Personal-Essays-Representation-SF-ebook/dp/B00XLCK9FU/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1535121412&sr=8-2&keywords=invisible+2], edited by Jim C. Hines, on representation of Native Americans in sci-fi and fantasy. I put my dollars toward diverse media as much as I can.

My first couple passes of BORN were very white, very straight, and very male—despite having a female protagonist.

Even for me, the default of straight white male had wormed its way into my writing. What’s worse is that I didn’t notice until I did a fun little exercise where I cast my novel—I picked actors and actresses that I would like to see play all the different characters and put their pictures in a Word doc. When I looked at it—whoo boy. I ended up doing a lot of gender- and race-swapping to make the book more balanced.

It made me think about my writing more critically, to think about the experiences of marginalized people and how those experiences shape characters, and how we as authors can authentically reflect those experiences. It made me think even more critically about media I consumed and how it affected me. It made me put more effort into the characters I created. I learned an uncomfortable truth about myself: That even with all my attention toward diversity, I’d still been so subconsciously influenced that my novel reflected dominant cultural norms. It surprised me, and it’s made me pay more attention in novels I’ve written since then.

Just keep writing—but edit ruthlessly

When I was but a wee research assistant at a trade association in Washington, DC, my boss, the chief economist, was fond of the phrase, “Don’t let the best become the enemy of the good.” Never has this been more relatable than in my writing. As authors, we’re all intimately familiar with self-doubt and insecurity. They’re the dragons that threaten to slay our dreams. We want polished, publishable work done on a first draft, which is pure fantasy. But we want it, and when we write less-than-perfectly, it can intimidate us. Sometimes, it becomes so intimidating that the writing wheels grind to a halt, and that, my friends, is how you get a hundred people telling you, “I wanted to write a novel, but I only got a few chapters in…”

I wrote the first draft of BORN in under two weeks. People asked me how. I said I used the “Dory [link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Hkn-LSh7es] method”—just keep writing, just keep writing. I even jokingly wrote a blog post [link: http://coloradojessica.tumblr.com/post/32751026557/the-writing-process] about my writing process in which Stage 1 was WRITE WRITE WRITE JUST KEEP WRITING IS THAT EVEN ENGLISH WHO CARES.

I have written sentences like, “I watched my watch.”

“Eyes like chips of eyes.”

“Sean looked thought he had not mulling it over.” (Actual line from an early version of BORN.)

Friends, I have written sentences that even I didn’t know what the hell they meant upon revision.

But I kept writing, and by continuing to write, I finished BORN. I finished three sequels to BORN. I finished a YA novel and am a quarter of the way through a crime thriller. Graduate school first taught me this. You can’t wait for the inspiration or muse: you publish or perish. You write or die. (Maybe not literally, but trust me, in grad school it feels literal.) This lesson flourished as I wrote BORN. I learned to write even when I thought it was trash, even when the words came torturously slow, even when all my doubt and insecurity screamed at me like ten thousand cicadas at a metal concert.

I kept writing. And I learned that I could write not just one, but multiple novels.

Now, I’m clearly a pantser [link: https://thewritepractice.com/plotters-pantsers/], and I also learned a follow-up to this: Revisions are where your story becomes a story instead of merely a collection of words. I learned to be ruthless in my edits. I’d heard to kill my darlings, and I didn’t only slash paragraphs, I axed chapters. If it wasn’t moving the plot, if it wasn’t revelatory about a character, if it wasn’t contributing to the story, it hit the circular file. I also learned it’s a lot easier to kill your darlings if you cut and paste them into a separate Word file. I have fantasies that maybe one day I’ll release “deleted scenes” like on DVDs. But I learned to be cold-hearted when it came to revisions, and I learned that multiple revisions—sometimes multiple structural revisions—were necessary. I hated doing them (see this blog post [link: http://coloradojessica.tumblr.com/post/100538392721/lets-talk-about-revisions]) but I learned they made my story more complete and created an overall better novel.

Hone your skills in unexpected places

So I’m going to get super nerdy here. I told you to keep writing. Sometimes, though, you simply can’t muster the wherewithal to write on your novel. Writing is a practiced art form, one that you must do to perfect. You must do it relentlessly. When I got stuck, or more often as a warm up, I’d do side projects. I’d rewrite episodes of TV shows to tell the story from a different angle, or to insert my characters into that world. I did a 30 Days of Writing challenge. I did writing prompts. Sometimes the results were long, sometimes only a few paragraphs, but it flexed my writing muscles and got me geared up for novel work.

I also learned that my roleplaying hobby could be an important way to improve my writing. I don’t mean tabletop RPG (although I do that too), but online roleplaying, which is cooperative storytelling. It’s prevalent on Tumblr (you can see my nerdiness in all its glory here [link: http://soulbranded.tumblr.com]) although it’s been around for ages. I used to do it as a teenager, along with writing fanfiction, which I will defend to the death as an important form of creative expression.

Roleplaying works like this: You play a character, and you have a thread—a cooperative story—with another person writing their character. You make a post describing your character’s actions, and your partner will reply with their character’s response. Sometimes there’s a loose plot, sometimes it’s on the fly. What I learned is that people threw things at me I never before considered about my protagonist, and that made me a better writer.

I learned to flesh out things about my characters and my world that I hadn’t thought of before. I learned to write better dialogue. I learned to be better at showing instead of telling. Because you’re writing with the same person, you can’t repeat lines like, “he smiled” or “her eyes shined” if you want to be a good roleplayer. You have to be creative with language. Roleplaying was a way that I practiced writing when I wasn’t writing on the novel, and it made me develop strong habits in description, character, setting, and voice. Not everyone is going to be a roleplayer, but I learned that unique activities like those side projects and roleplaying polished my craft in surprising ways.

It’s how you tell the story

There’s a lot of discussion over whether there are any “new” stories left. I worried about this constantly while writing BORN, where I felt that my plot wasn’t the sparkling unique unicorn required to stand out. I thought I’d better make strong characters, because I was weak on plot. But as my novel went through critiques and beta readers, as I got feedback from agents and editors, not one person mentioned that the plot was unoriginal. In fact, they praised it. Now, let me tell you that when I started BORN, here was my concept: There was a witch and her brother went missing. That was it. I had to figure the rest out along the way. Eventually, I worked something out: it wasn’t about the plot, it was how I was telling it.

Some of our most beloved stories are fairly pedestrian in their plots. There’s the old canard about every story being about either a journey or a murder. There’s the hero’s journey, which we all recognize in Star Wars. The trick, and where good stories stand out, is to take the recognizable and give it a twist. Tell the story in a way that only you can tell it. I learned this could come through characters, but it also comes through in the reason you’re writing this story in the first place. Everyone has that Reason—why this story, why this way. I wanted to tell a story about identity and dealing with something inside you that both gives you power and poses great danger. As a mixed-race person with chronic illness, both of those themes are near and dear to my heart. So my plot—my series of events—was told through that lens, and that lens is what matters most.

I also learned that to make that lens complete, you have to tell the story from every angle. I don’t mean you have to write a book for every character, but sketch out notes. I told myself the plot from the perspective of the villain, the male lead, the protagonist’s brother, the human cop that’s sniffing too close to the protagonist’s supernatural case. This made my world more robust, and made the story more whole. I learned that it takes a village of viewpoints to build a strong story.

People will help you in amazing ways

Other blog posts have mentioned the importance of finding your writer tribe, and I’m going to mention it too, because it’s probably the most important thing you can have as an author. Writing is a solitary endeavor. You feel like Gollum holed up with your precioussssss laptop. There may or may not be weeping in the corner. It’s hard. When I first wrote BORN, I didn’t have a critique group or a tribe of other writers. I had a few friends that I sent it to for fun. Most didn’t respond; one in particular (shout out to Pherin!) became my biggest supporter. She has read every version of BORN, and there’ve been approximately 243,934 of them. She’s talked through plot points with me. She’s been an editor and a cheerleader and a therapist and someone who believed in my novel and me even when I didn’t.

It took me a while to find a good critique group (shout out to Highlands Ranch Fiction Writers!) They also became so much more than critique partners. They are commiserating shoulders to cry on. They are motivational speakers and coaches and comrades-in-arms in this battle against insecurity and doubt. They’ve all helped me in amazing ways, whether it was to read the novel or buy a copy or publicize my Kickstarter or give advice. And that’s what I learned—people will do amazing things for you if you simply ask.

I hate to seem like I’m imposing on others, so asking for help isn’t something I’m good at. But I learned that writers, we stick together. We help each other and we lift each other up and if we can lend a hand, we do. And not only writers, either—friends and family and people you met through work conferences. People are incredible beings with great capacity for giving. All you have to do is ask. This blog post is here because Chuck is an awesome dude and was willing to help me. Jim Hines publicized my Kickstarter because he’s also an awesome dude and was happy to help. A colleague I met several years ago not only pushed my Kickstarter out to his network but also became a backer.

Trust that people believe in you and want you to succeed, and will help you if they can. Trust in the good, kind nature of people. That’s a lesson not just for writing, but for life.

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Writer, speaker, geek. Jessica writes urban fantasy and YA, and is a purveyor of real-life magic. Powered by caffeine, ridiculousness, and charm. Proud indigenous.

A two-time Zebulon Award winner, she is currently working on my sixth novel, a Diné-inspired YA paranormal called SKY MARKED. She belongs to Pikes Peak Writers and Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers, as well as the crucial-to-her-success critique group, Highlands Ranch Fiction Writers.

Jessica McDonald: Twitter | Blog

Born To Be Magic: Kickstarter

Amber Fallon: Just As Vicious As The Boys

Amber Fallon has edited a new all-women-author anthology, and here she talks about the impetus for where it comes from: 

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Gather round, humans and nonhuman entities. For I want to tell you all a tale. A tale of how much it can suck sometimes to be a woman, especially one trying to make a name for herself in a male dominated arena.

While my humble beginnings are a bit, shall we say murky? I’ve been writing professionally (meaning, getting paid in exchange for my words) for about five years or so. That is both an eternity and a drop in the bucket… but it’s also more than enough time to grapple with some serious sexism in the industry. And so begins our story:

I was tabling at one of my very first conventions. It may have been *the* first, I don’t recall, I’ve done so many… but it was early enough on in my career that I didn’t say anything to anyone when this whole thing went down. At that point, I was too nervous, too worried about making waves or ruffling feathers, or any other euphemisms for pissing people off, so I did nothing. If something like this happens to you, I highly advise you to go speak with the organizers or event staff ASAP. I wish I had.

If you’ve never been to a convention before, or if you’ve only gone as an attendee, allow me to set the pre-con scene for you: Big old mostly empty building with row upon row of tables. Celebrities, guests, and vendors who had purchased table space, like myself, are allowed in early on the first day of the show to set up. It’s nice, in a weird ghost town kind of way, all echoey and quiet… it’s also a great time to network. After you’ve set your own table up, go around and introduce yourself. See if anyone else needs a hand with their frustrating banners, or maybe some extra tape or a cheap plastic bowl to hold candy. I’m always prepared with that kind of thing and being helpful is just sort of in my nature.

So, me being me, I set up my own table with a bunch of fun Halloween decorations and a few homemade banners, and then I went to say hi to new faces and see who I could help out.

There were two young guys at the table next to me. I didn’t recognize either of them, so I went and said hello, noticing that their table was bare save for the con-provided black tablecloths.

“Do you need any help setting up?” I asked politely.

“Nah, we can handle it,” the taller one said. I smiled and offered candy or tape if they needed it. Then I went and took pictures of my table for social media.

Right before the floor opened to the attendees, I looked over and noticed that all my neighbors had done was stack some books on their otherwise bare table. Huh. Was I overdoing it? Was this a newbie mistake? I looked back at my table and wondered, doubting myself.

But I didn’t have time to change anything. People started streaming in and I was determined to get my face out there and sell some books.

Was I a bit overzealous? Maybe. But I hardly spent any time behind the table. Instead, I stood out in front of it, handing out candy and bookmarks in the shape of toe tags with my name on them. I forced myself out of my comfort zone and talked to as many people as I could, about anything. If they had a shirt on from a property I recognized, I commented on it. If they were in costume, I appreciated it, if they bought books elsewhere, I talked up the authors I knew. I was doing my best to get face time.

I had a lot of people coming up to me. Most of them didn’t buy books, but that was OK. They chatted and took bookmarks and candy.

A few times during the morning, I glanced over at those two guys sitting next to me. Their table was still bare. Their books sat untouched. They were, from what I observed, mostly playing with their phones behind the table. Shrug. Not my problem. Until it was.

About halfway through the first day of the convention, I guess my neighbors noticed how many people I had at my table. I don’t think they liked that, and I don’t think they thought about the fact that I had put in the work. I decorated my table. I left my phone in the car. I was up and actively engaging congoers. They weren’t.

So they took matters into their own hands and came over.

“You don’t want to read her stuff,” one of them told a gentleman in a Metallica shirt in line for candy at my table, “she doesn’t write real horror.”

Had I really just heard what I thought I heard? Maybe I was just imagining things. Maybe the Metallica fan was my vendor neighbor’s friend or something and they were joking around.

No. They pulled that act multiple times. Again and again they told people at or near my table not to bother with me, that I was “just a girl” and that I “couldn’t write anything scary”.

Again, I was pretty new at the time, so it was HIGHLY unlikely that either of them knew me. They just saw a woman and made an assumption.

And it’s an assumption that a surprising amount of people make. Regularly.

In addition to this travesty of human interaction, I once had an agent, a supposed professional, tell me that he loved my pitch and the sample chapter I’d sent him, and that he’d love to represent me if only I could “improve the marketability of my image,” something he assured me I could do by losing some weight and dressing more provocatively.

I had a dude at a convention loudly and emphatically arguing with me that I didn’t write horror, it was “paranormal romance, sweetheart!” Funny, seeing as how there is next to no romance in anything I’ve ever written.

I attended an event with my husband and had some rando insist that it wasn’t me that wrote my stuff, it was actually my husband, who for some reason just allowed me to put my name on it.

Fairly recently, I was chased off social media after posting my displeasure about an all male TOC in a non gender specific, big name anthology. In this day and age, I just don’t think that’s acceptable. If the book is looking for specific contributors (say, single fathers for instance) sure. But just a regular old anthology? No. That’s where I draw the line.

So I posted about it. I wanted to dispel the undying zombie myths that women writers just aren’t good enough, or they don’t submit enough, or any other bullshit excuse for sexism in the industry. As a result, I was attacked, harassed, and threatened until just the buzzing of notifications on my phone sent me into a panic.

I’ve been told that I’m a fad, that the only reason I’ve seen any success at all is because of “diversity,” that if “If I were a man, I’d never have been published at all!” and I’ve heard rumors that I’ve exchanged sexual favors for publication.

All of this, while not okay by a LONG stretch, is completely fucking normal. Go ahead, ask a woman author. I’ll wait.

Yeah, see? We ALL have these stories. Because despite progress, despite 2018, despite awareness… sexism is like a vast stinking river that only gets deeper and wider the more you try to stem the flow.

So what can we do about it?

I edited Fright into Flight, an anthology of all women authors, eagerly putting my money (so to speak) where my mouth is in an effort to show the world we can write fiction just as dark, brutal, biting, and vicious as the boys.

You?

You can read books and stories by female authors. Share the ones you love. Talk about them. And if you hear someone spreading that “women can’t write anything truly horrific” garbage? Set them straight. And it’s not just horror, either. Women writers I’ve talked to from other genres also experience this kind of garbage all the time. We can be better. We can read better.

Need some suggestions? There are lots and lots of talented women writing these days, so this list is by no means inclusive… but here are a few of my favorites. Google them or look up their stuff on Amazon and enjoy:

Delilah S. Dawson

Alyssa Wong

Chesya Burke

Somer Canon

Jessica McHugh

Hillary Monahan

Michelle Garza and Melissa Lason (writing as The Sisters of Slaughter)

Mary SanGiovanni

Kelli Owen

Kristi DeMeester

Livia Llewellyn

Gemma Files

Molly Tanzer

Seanan McGuire

Christine Morgan

Tiffany Scandal

The list goes on and on.

Go forth and read. Share. Spread the message. More diverse readers will help pave the way for more diverse writers, and that benefits everyone!

I hope you’ll consider picking up Fright into Flight, from Word Horde, or some other fiction by or including women. We have such sights to show you.

Fright Into Flight: Amazon | B&N | WordHorde

 

 

Trust In The Process

I have been writing novels professionally now for, what, seven years? Eight? Over twenty books? And here is a thing that happens to me every fucking time I start a new book —

I’ve think:

a) I’ve lost it

and

b) I am lost

Translation: I had a map, and now it’s gone.

And now I don’t know where I am.

I think: I can’t do this, I don’t know what I’m doing, this book is bad, what was I thinking, it’s too slow, or too fast, or too confusing, or too much this, or not enough that, or is this even in English, do I speak English, are these words or just doodles of dongs, oh my god am I just writing page after page of dong doogles like some kind of puerile pornographic Jack Torrance, oh no.

It’s not even Impostor Syndrome — that is a related-but-separate repeating phenomenon — it’s just the feeling that I’ve gone and fucked up the book already. In the first 5,000 words, I’m sure I’m going to have to scrap it and kick it into the sewer grates where the sewer clowns can have it.

(At least down there it’ll float.)

This feeling feels new every time.

It also happens every time.

Which means: yeah, it isn’t new. It’s just some shit I have to go through, and I have to remind myself this is the way it is.

And it might be that way for you, too, and so I’m here to offer some emotional advice to get through it:

Cultivate patience and trust in the process.

What I mean is this:

Your process is not my process, but I’m going to assume that we at least share the common bond of writing a first draft, and then having to write subsequent drafts. Some books demand robust re-drafting, others require gentler tweaks, but at the end of the day, there’s bare minimum a first draft and a second draft, right? If you’re the type who writes only one draft for every book, you are either a genius, or a delusional fool. (And the line between those two is a lot blurrier than you think.)

Me, I gotta do the work.

But here’s the trick: that process is in place for a reason.

And that process will save you.

Let’s switch gears a little.

AWOOGA AWOOGA FOOD-AND-COOKING METAPHOR ALERT

I FUCKING LOVE FOOD-AND-COOKING METAPHORS

I’M SORRY IN ADVANCE

INCOMING

Okay, so, when you cook a meal, how does that work?

You get out your ingredients. You prep them however you must — you chop the vegetables, you debone the fish, you pummel the turnip, you grind your foe’s bones in a mortar-and-pestle which is itself the skull of another former foe, yadda yadda.

Point is, you gotta get your mise en place together (which is French for “I NEED DIS STUF”) and then you… put it wherever it needs to go. In a pot, in a casserole dish, in a hot skillet.

That’s your first draft of the meal.

It’s just the elements revealed and arranged.

But cooking is a factor of time and heat — okay, it’s not just that, but those are two critical factors to cooking. To cook a dish, you need to apply heat in a variety of ways, and you need time. Sometimes the heat is high and the time is short, sometimes it’s a long time with low heat. Sometimes, a mix: start high heat to sear, then break down slowly with minimal heat over several hours. There can be agitation involved. There are adjustments made for flavor. You can add thickeners, you can add and then take away a bay leaf, or a herb bundle, or a wizard’s fingerbone. (So zesty!) Point is, chucking a bunch of food in a pot is not the meal. The meal is more than those first stages.

The meal is more than the first draft.

To switch Metaphor Horses midstream —

You wanna put together a puzzle, you first put all the pieces on the table.

I have to remember this every fucking time I write.

The first draft — and in particular the first 5-10k of that first draft — is just me chopping vegetables. It’s prep. It’s learning the recipe. It’s dumping out the puzzle pieces. It’s wandering through a new house in the dark, learning its layout, its topography, and how not to break my pinky toe on the fucking coffee table.

I have to remind myself, this is normal.

I’ll get through it.

It’s like turbulence on a plane, or an anxiety attack — I have to take myself out of the reaction I’m having and recognize, this has come before, and it will come again, and it always goes the same way. That way is: I’ll get through it. I have to cultivate patience in myself and the work. If I don’t remember this, then panic unspools. I feel like I can’t control this, that it’s new, that I’ve done well before but this time, this time, I’ve really gone and fucked it up in an irrevocable way. But if I remember the legacy of this reaction — that it is as regular as clockwork — I rob it of its power, and it can no longer feed on itself. It’s not controlled, exactly, but it is held distant, so I can examine it for what it is.

I have to trust the process I have laid before me. I have as many drafts as I need to get it right. And if I care enough about the story, no part of it is unfixable. Further, my own judgment on a story is the literal worst as I am writing it — I love parts that will need to get cut, I hate parts that are already amazing and I just can’t recognize it. My self-estimation is a mess; it’s just static and broken signal.

So, that’s my message to myself, this morning, and to you, should you require it:

Cultivate patience.

Trust in the process.

Cooking takes time and heat.

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DAMN FINE STORY: Mastering the Tools of a Powerful Narrative

What do Luke Skywalker, John McClane, and a lonely dog on Ho’okipa Beach have in common? Simply put, we care about them.

Great storytelling is making readers care about your characters, the choices they make, and what happens to them. It’s making your audience feel the tension and emotion of a situation right alongside your protagonist. And to tell a damn fine story, you need to understand why and how that caring happens.

Whether you’re writing a novel, screenplay, video game, or comic, this funny and informative guide is chock-full of examples about the art and craft of storytelling–and how to write a damn fine story of your own.

Indiebound / Amazon / B&N

Macro Monday Has A Very Cool Thing To Show You

The featured image — which I think you only get if you are visiting the site here, not if you subscribe, do I have that right? — is a squirrel chomping down on some random berries. It’s an imperfect shot; I wish the squirrel had been just a bit more into the frame, but it was not to be, sadly. Still, I like the little fucker’s expression.

Anyway! The really cool thing I have to show you is this:

That is the Chinese edition cover of The Raptor & The Wren from Beijing White Horse Time. They’re the Chinese publisher of the Miriam Black series, and you can see the other four covers here:

So pretty. Not sure who the artist is, though I will try to find out. Note too that Beijing White Horse Time will also publish Vultures.

Speaking of which, Vultures is now up for pre-order — and that cover, if you haven’t seen it, is easily my favorite of the whole series thus far:

Adam Doyle nailed that one. Really, just — *swoon*

A casual reminder that The Raptor & The Wren is out now —

Print | eBook

And Vultures comes out in January —

Preorder Print | Preorder eBook

So, yeah.

Six books, and in January, Miriam’s journey is over.

Not much else going on, so here’s a couple more macro photos to tickle your primary visual cortex — please to enjoy. (Oh, and yes, that red-spotted purple butterfly does seem like she’s about to hoover up some kind of other bug’s poop. Ahh, nature. So precious!)