Macro shots of toys are such fun. That one is a snap of, ahem, Snap Wexley holding his blaster.

Before we do anything else, let us dispense with the winners of the first official Macro Mystery contest — again, if you missed it, the answers to what the photos depicted are:

1. dead leaf

2. dirty icicle

3. dish draining / drying rack for kids

4. the lip of a Chemex

5. decrepit baseball

6. tip of whipped cream can

7. metal handle of umbrella (with rain on it)

8. little cairns of baby powder

9. ice crystals on chocolate ice cream

10. raspberry sauce dripping from fork tines

11. this was a hard one — back engines of Transformer toy, Jetfire

12. wine sediment and stain at bottom of wine glass

13. wet shower scrubby

14. ice and frost on car windshield

15. waterdrop on blueberry

Picking a winner was hard, because three of you got a number of them very specifically, but then were really close — in the ballpark — on some other entries.

So, I’m listing three of you:

MARSHA

SEWHITEBOOKS

and KWPECH.

If you are one of these three, bounce me an email @ terribleminds at gmail.

What else is going on?

Again, I’ll be at Star Wars Celebration this next week. Loose schedule here.

Speaking of Star Wars, I’m also going to be a part of one of the coolest projects ever: From A Certain Point of View, a charity anthology that tells 40 different stories from 40 different characters experiencing the events of Star Wars: A New Hope — released for the 40th anniversary of that film. It’s got an unholy host of awesome people attached, including COOL HUMANS like Adam Christopher, Delilah S. Dawson, Daniel Older, Nnedi Okorafor, Mur Lafferty, Jason Fry, Madeline Roux, Gary Whitta, Rae Carson, EK Johnston, and more.

Also, I finally realized my dream of appearing in the (digital) pages of Playboy magazine, where I am featured nude and greased up, beard-wrestling with Fellow Author John Hornor Jacobs — sadly, though, they felt our lubricated grappling was “just too sexy” for the magazine and that several people in the office who were handling those files had to be taken to the hospital for “the vapors.” As such, they instead decided to run an interview I did with JHJ about his work.

Go forth and have yourself a Merry Little Monday.

That title sounds like I’m shuttering the flash fiction challenges forever, but I promise, that’s not the case — no, instead, I want you to use that idea as this week’s prompt.

What I mean is this:

I want you to write the end of a long journey.

That can mean whatever it needs to mean in the context of your story.

The story can be any genre.

The tricky bit here will be — how can you get in a beginning, a middle, and an end for what is ostensibly the period of a narrative consisting only the end? It’ll require you to bring some skills to bear to make it work, to give us all the information we need, and to make it more than a snapshot in time or just a vignette.

Length: ~1500 words

Due by: 4/14, Friday, noon EST

Post the story online.

Link to it in the comments below.

AHOY-HOY, WORD-NERDS.

I got sidelined with some excess travel this week — was supposed to come home on Monday from California, but “weather” in Atlanta kept me in California until Tuesday, instead. As such, I didn’t get around to tallying the winners to the Mystery Macro Monday contest. I’ll announce those winners this Monday, but here’s what the photos actually were, for the record:

1. dead leaf

2. dirty icicle

3. dish draining / drying rack for kids

4. the lip of a Chemex

5. decrepit baseball

6. tip of whipped cream can

7. metal handle of umbrella (with rain on it)

8. little cairns of baby powder

9. ice crystals on chocolate ice cream

10. raspberry sauce dripping from fork tines

11. this was a hard one — back engines of Transformer toy, Jetfire

12. wine sediment and stain at bottom of wine glass

13. wet shower scrubby

14. ice and frost on car windshield

15. waterdrop on blueberry

Winners announced this coming Monday.

LET’S SEE, WHAT ELSE IS GOING ON.

Celebrate Good Times, C’mon

In a week, I leave for my first Star Wars Celebration — holy crap, I’m slathered in nerd-froth over that one. (Also slathered in nerd-froth: the Great Ewok Defense of 2017, FYI.) I don’t believe they’ve released proper schedules yet (to my surprise), but when it pops, it’ll pop up here at the blog and at the Celebration website. Hope to see you there!

(Actually, looking at the site, it looks like some panels are up, just not curated under the guest names as yet. So, here’s a rough accounting of where I’ll be –)

Thursday, 4/13:

1:00 – 2:00 PM: Signing in B&N Booth #2022

2:30 – 3:30 PM: I’ll Take Droids for $500, Obi-Wan — a trivia game show with me and Timothy Zahn and one lucky audience guest member. Hosted by awesome narrator Marc Thompson! Location: W304, 3rd floor.

5:00 – 6:00 PM: Star Wars University: “A Small Group Of Characters Can Change The Whole Galaxy,” a character-writing panel taught by me. Location: W300, 3rd floor.

Friday, 4/14: 

11:00 AM – 12:00 PM: Signing, Del Rey Booth, #2522 — posters!

3:00 – 4:00 PM: Signing, B&N Booth #2022

Saturday, 4/15:

1:00 – 2:00 PM: Del Rey Books, Behind the Scenes, hosted by Amy Ratcliff, featuring me, Elizabeth Schaefer, Delilah S. Dawson, Christie Golden, Timothy Zahn — discussing present and future projects. Loc: W304, 3rd floor.

4:30 – 5:30 PM: Signing, B&N Booth #2022

Sunday, 4/16:

10:30 – 11:30 AM: Signing, Del Rey Booth #2522 — signing with Christie Golden and Delilah S. Dawson — bonus posters!

The Shriek of the Thunderbird

I’m over at B&N talking about the new Miriam Black book in an interview: “Breaking Hearts and Cheating Death with Miriam Black.”

Also, there’s a new excerpt of the book over at Daily Dead. Warning: contains vultures.

To those who have read the book, haha, ahem, sorry about that ending.

Also, if you’ve read it, I could use a review somewhere if you so choose. Honestly, I fear the book coming out just one wee little week after Empire’s End was not great for it, and I strongly suspect it got more than a little lost in the Star Wars shuffle. If you are free to check it out and leave a review of the novel somewhere, I will love you forever. And by forever, I mean roughly one week, but that one week will feel like forever, because my love is just that powerful. Or scary. Powerful and/or scary. Whatever, shut up.

Wondercon Wrap-Up

I didn’t know what I was going to get with Wondercon.

I honestly feared it was going to be more like SDCC — just a sweaty steamy throng of geek miasma as everyone packs in, elbow-to-elbow, slowly shuffling like the damned and dying through an exhibition hall.

But it was pretty fucking awesome.

Okay, the plus and the minus is that there’s almost no significant publishing presence there, not in terms of novels. Comics, yes! Not publishing proper, though. So, very little infrastructure and not a high volume of novelists attending — but but but, that also lets you stand out as a writer, and I had some of the best fan interactions at this con. And the panels were pretty packed. It was great. Bonus: it’s in California, and even though Anaheim is kind of like what would happen if Disney had a baby with a shopping mall and turned it into a town, it’s still warm and laden with palm-trees, so. All in all, a big, throbbing thumbs-up to Wondercon.

Thanks for having me there, everyone.

Twitter being Twitter means it’s an excellent place to rant about all sorts of things: politics and food and life and children and oh yeah also Ewoks. I found it randomly vital to leap to an impassioned, if sudden, defense of Ewoks yesterday, and I’ve gone ahead and Storified the shit out of it. Please to enjoy. Or despise it, I don’t care, it’s your life, man.

”In this thoughtful take on comic book tropes, queerness and superpowers intersect…. Everything comes together to create a real page-turning adventure in a setting that begs for further exploration.” — Publishers Weekly, starred review

”Before you know it, Sacred Band builds a new reality around you – rich, detailed, with a seductive, immersive vernacular, it crosses the globe with confident, queer themes in a world of new media, new magic, and new metahumans.” — Steve Orlando, author of Midnighter, Justice League America

The golden age of heroes is decades past. The government could not condone vigilantism and now metahumans are just citizens, albeit citizens with incredible talent, who are assisted in achieving normal lives (including finding good fits for their talents employment-wise) by a federal agency. Rusty may have been a kid during that glorious age but he remembers his idol, Sentinel, saving lives and righting wrongs until he was outed in an incredible scandal that forced him into isolation. When a gay friend of Rusty living in the Ukraine goes missing, Rusty is forced to acknowledge that while the world’s governments claim that super teams are outdated and replaced by legal law enforcement, there are simply some places where the law doesn t protect everyone–so he manages to find and recruit Sentinel to help him find his friend. But the disappearance of the friend is merely one move in a terrible plot against queer youth. A team of supers may be old-fashioned, but this may be a battle requiring some incredible reinforcements.

Your Queerness is Magnified in the Public Eye

A super powered individual who happens to be queer will seemingly always have that queerness integrated into public opinion about who they are. When Sentinel — the flying, super strong leader of the Champions during the age of superheroes a couple of decades ago — was outed against his will, every narrative the media focused on from that point included the fact that he was gay. From very conservative talk pieces asking if he was truly a fit role model for American youth to liberal political groups who simply assumed that he was now a default part of their political activism, Sentinel was given no choice in his narrative from that point on.

Your Queerness Works Against You Sometimes

Though this particular point is something that nearly all queer people understand and have experienced to one degree or another, its effects are very pronounced with super powered individuals. In the wake of the international scandal involving Sentinel, Llorona feared that her queerness would only alienate her in her work. As such, she subsumed her personal identity into her efforts, becoming one of the best-known and most active members of the Golden Cross, an international relief organization that mobilizes super powered volunteers to deal with natural and wartime disaster mitigation and engages in missions of mercy, some of which take place where it is illegal or even dangerous to be openly queer. Of course, the grief attached to that past and to her super powered origins make that all the easier — there are some things that she wants to forget, and if philanthropic work helps her do that, then that’s what she’s thrown herself into.

Others Take Your Queerness as Permission to Intrude

The details of a queer super powered person’s private life become inexorably attached to their deeds. It doesn’t matter that Deosil is a very respected pagan blogger and public speaker, with a unique view about how her elemental powers fit into her spirituality and esoteric practices. An interview with her is all too often taken as carte blanche to ask about her private medical history as a trans woman and even the name she was assigned at birth, even by very well-meaning interviewers. The fact that none of these have anything to do with her calling — or with her later super heroics — is moot. Her personal queerness seems to always be taken for granted as an open topic because of her presence in the public sphere.

Your Queerness Can “Sully” Your Superheroics

Just as with celebrities, public super powered individuals’ youthful indiscretions are fodder for consumption and gossip. As a new adult, Gauss may have made some decisions he now regrets, but unlike so many others who’ve dabbled in adult entertainment, there is no way anyone is going to let him forget about that particular blue movie he made. After all, he was the first super powered individual to star in one! As a result, he knows that as far as the public is concerned, he’ll always have that one performance lurking in his background, despite what feats of heroism he may also perform.

Your Queer Activism Overwhelms Your Identity Sometimes

A super powered individual who does choose to engage in political discourse of some kind may find that work overwhelms who they are. When the action film star Optic was drummed out of the military’s Project: Seraph at the revelation of his queerness, he took up the repeal of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell in the American military as his cause célèbre. And though he got to see success while acting as the poster boy for that effort — and even managed to leverage that public regard into a career in film — that activism has led to a lot of assumptions about the realities of his sexuality and identity, ones that he’s not even entirely sure how to manage.

At the end of the day, Sacred Band is totally about a group of costumed superheroes righting wrongs and beating up bad guys. But I also hope it’s about putting into context the lived experiences that some queer folk have, in a way that makes them accessible and maybe even enjoyable to read about. In a lot of ways, Sacred Band is one author giving himself over to that old “write what you know” wisdom-nugget, and seeing what comes out the other side of doing so. Hopefully the end result is enjoyable and memorable, and also true, in its own fashion.

(I am also willing to admit that though I did not set out to write a book that would allow me to use the hashtag #superqueeroes from the start, I take no shame in admitting a great deal of pleasure doing so ever since.)

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Joseph Carriker is the developer for Green Ronin’s A Song of Ice and Fire Roleplaying, as well as the adjunct Chronicle System line of game supplements.

He has been writing in the gaming industry for sixteen years now, and has worked on a variety of game lines over those years, including most of White Wolf/Onyx Path’s World of Darkness, Exalted and Scion lines, Wizards of the Coast’s Dungeons & Dragons Third Edition line, and Green Ronin’s Blue Rose and Mutants & Masterminds in addition to his work on A Song of Ice and Fire Roleplaying.

He is an outspoken queer gamer, having helped organize and take part in the annual Queer as a Three-Sided Die panels at GenCon. He has also just published his first novel, Sacred Band. Joseph lives in Portland, Oregon with his two partners A.J. and Chillos, and likes to believe he does his part in Keeping Portland Weird.

Joseph D. Carriker, Jr.: Website

Sacred Band: Indiebound | Amazon | B&N

Alyssa Wong, who is awesome and just double-fisted a couple of Hugo nominations for her continued stellar work, posted the other day on Twitter:

We are so obsessed with youth & success stories. “I published my first novel at 19! This bestseller is in his 20s!” I wonder about that.

— Alyssa Wong (੭ㅇㅅㅇ❀) (@crashwong) April 3, 2017

I wonder about it, too.

I wonder if it’s the result of a youth-obsessed focus, or a dismissal of age and experience, or if it’s something that offers a narrative — and when we see a narrative, true or false or partly-imagined, we give it the spotlight whether or not it’s deserving of one.

You should go to her tweet and read a lot of the responses.

What you’ll see, quite correctly, is a lot of authors who came to this game seemingly late — in their 30s, 40s, even 50s. I had my first published novel hit shelves when I was 36 — and I’ve written 20 total, since then, in the last four years. That’s not meant to be a boast, though I’m obviously happy with it. I can’t speak to the quality of those books, I can only speak to the fact that by most metrics, I am a successful author, though certainly not anywhere near the most successful, and not even as successful as I hope to one day be.

There’s a whole lot of stuff going on here to unpack, and it’s surely worth unpacking. First, it’s not odd that authors find success in later years, because writing and storytelling is often one created on a wave of experience, discipline, and focus, and those things are sometimes likelier to come with age. You live more, you do more, you know more (even as you know less), and so there’s simply more to say. When you have more to say, that cup is brimming over, and it spills out onto the page, and ta-da, you write it all down and contextualize it through (again) narrative. That’s not to say you don’t have a lot to say when you’re young, either: I was fired up and full of shit when I was younger, and wrote a whole lot, too. I just didn’t have much success with it in the novel sense, because I was still working my way through how to write a novel. I instead turned it to short fiction or to freelance game writing, and that worked fine.

Point is, your age is pretty irrelevant when it comes to writing and storytelling. It’s not about how old you are. It’s about who you are, and what you’ve got to say, and how willing and able you are to say it. Maybe age brings confidence and a certain unfuckwithable-ness. Maybe youth brings fire and vigor. I dunno. We’re all gonna die. That’s a fact. Not a one of us is immortal — EXCEPT YOU, DRACULA JOE, I SEE YOU OVER THERE DRINKING THE BLOOD OF THE NUBILE. For the rest of us, this carousel ends at some point, and so we fill our lives ideally with as much purpose as we can while we can. If you wanna be a writer, then hey, that means writing. That’s your purpose. That’s your legacy. A tombstone made of stories.

Write if you’re gonna write.

You’re never too old to write.

And you’re also never too young to start.

But don’t wait. That’s the caution. That’s the danger.

Don’t sit on it. Even if you’re likelier to be more successful later, that later-in-life success is often built on the heaps and mounds of a lot of unsung, unpublished work in your youth. Use that time to build a mountain of glorious failures and fuck-ups. You only get to know what you’re doing by not knowing what you’re doing. You only get to the rarified air of success by climbing that mountain of shit work and fuck-uppery. It’s not a waste of time to write badly. It’s no waste to write in the wrong direction. The path may be circuitous, but the path is still the path. And writing is how you walk it.

The work won’t come to you.

You gotta go do the work.

That’s true whether you’re 16 or you’re 60.

So go do the work and stop worrying about age.

Better yet, don’t compare yourself to others. There’s always somebody out there doing it differently, and doing it better. Always someone younger, older, with more books, more awards, better sales, nicer hair, whatever. What they do isn’t what you do. Who they are isn’t who you are. Their path ain’t your path. Scrap all that worry and write.