Oh! Holy crap, Black River Orchard is up for best horror at the Dragon Awards and that’s just lovely. Book of Accidents won the award a couple years ago (swoon), and thanks to everyone for helping get this new one some attention and love, too. And especially with the company that it’s in, yow. (The Reformatory is easily for me one of the best of the year, for sure, so lemme just say up front it’ll be an honor to lose to that one, for real.)
Anyway, here’s the ballot, and the whole thing has a wonderful buncha authors across all the categories — including talented pals like Delilah Dawson, Richard Kadrey, Cassandra Khaw, John Scalzi, and more.
Here now, a little guest post from my friend, Anastacia Visneski, fresh from the start of her Kickstarter, which she’ll talk about below. It features quokkas, which from my vantage point is about all you really need to know.
On Friday (Aug 2) we launched the Kickstarter for Oh Noes! (a picture book for execs) a book I had been bending Chuck’s ear about for years.
This book all came from when I was doing an interview with TechCrunch on crisis communications in a digital world. He asked me if I could recommend any basic entry level crisis books. Weirdly I didn’t know of any really good ones, that weren’t text books or spin doctor BS.
“I could break it down to a children’s book” I quipped, and then I realized I COULD.
I spent most of my career handling temper tantrums, cleaning up messes, writing things out in crayon, and wondering if everyone had their snacks and naps today. Fun fact… I wasn’t a preschool teacher! I was in the Coast Guard and then corporate tech.
As a book you can read with ALL the children in your life (looking at you C suite), it follows Phil of NillaCone Valley as his company’s most popular flavor SparkleSmash starts turning people into quokka. Yeah, those fuzzy little smiling critters…
…but there is more to their little grins than posing for selfies.
We kept the goal pretty modest at $25000, but oh do we have some fun stretch goals. From 3D printed costumed quokkas, to pins and plushies.
Oh, did I mentioned we will help you send a copy of the book anonymously to someone? You know, in case someone really needs it.
I don’t want to talk about politics. Not because I think writers and artists shouldn’t talk about politics — they can, and should, and are arguably well-equipped to do so. It’s just — it’s just very tiresome. This feels like the most obvious, easy-to-answer election in history. We’ve done it once already, and it was pretty well-settled, and I kinda hoped we were all in tacit agreement that we have two potential roads ahead of us, one which is bumpy but gets us where we need to go, and one which is just a pit, a giant fucking pit, ten feet of road and then a deep and bottomless hole.
But, of course, everything’s gone goofy. So, fine, let’s talk about it.
First and foremost, depending on who you talk to, I am either a froth-mouthed woke leftist, or I am a centrist shitlib, so I’m probably going to annoy someone with this post, and for that, you have my apologies.
(If I had to find myself on that scale, I’d say I’m between the two, arguably way more left than I’ve ever been. YMMV.)
Here is my view of the election:
Remove, for a moment, the two men running for president. I know, this is difficult — the presidency is supposed to be some kind of weirdo popularity contest, where we really want to “get a beer with the guy” or some dorky shit. But while the identity of the president matters more than it would in say, other countries, where they tend to vote for a party, let’s also assume that, in a way, you’re still voting for a party. You’re picking which party is going to control the executive branch and have authority there. They will bring an administration with them (or carry one over, in the case of incumbency) and it is the focus and abilities and reach of that administration that matter. The president represents the party, and here, the party further represents a laundry list of ideals and policies and directions for the country and its people, right? In this way, each party represents an opposing force.
This election is you voting for which force, which administration, which direction you think will best serve this country and its citizens.
One of those forces represents itself and its interests at a keenly selfish level, seeking to institute — and by now you’ve surely heard of this, yeah? — the policy nightmare package that is Project 2025. If you don’t know what it is, John Oliver can give you a useful primer here. The BBC also has a breakdown here. Or, jeez, you can just go to their website, since it’s all hanging out there in the open to be read. (I won’t link to it. Google it.)
Needless to say and to reiterate — it’s a fucking nightmare.
In brief, it seeks to dismantle crucial parts of the American government, gutting democracy and instituting the start of a theocracy. It takes aim at cutting or ending national parks, social security, gay marriage, women’s rights and bodily autonomy, public schools, health care, the entire regulatory ability of the government. It would continue to rewrite the judiciary for years to come — if not, essentially, forever. It would put an alarming amount of singular power in the hands of the president (in this case, Trump), already concentrated there via SCOTUS’s two decisions recently regarding presidential immunity and the Chevron Deference. It would make pornography illegal — and with a floating, easy-to-abuse definition of pornography, just imagine what could be included under that umbrella. It seeks to undo scientific regulations and laws around weather and climate change — this at a time when we are most certainly at a tipping point, marking that as a truly existential attack on not just this country, but the entire globe. (They like climate change, because they think it will open up more drill-baby-drill opportunities.) Do you enjoy the fact that the NOAA warns us about hurricanes and tornadoes and other extreme weather events? Well, they want to kill that too. They want to make LGBTQIA folks non-exsitent and illegal. They want to eliminate the Department of Education, holy fuck. Listen, it’s bad. It’s very bad. It’s genuinely a dictatorial agenda, and, if implemented even at partial strength, will be a number of nails driven into the coffin of American democracy.
That’s one party, one force, vying for control of the country.
The other party, uhh, doesn’t want to do that. The other party, while certainly imperfect, represents a force that will continue to try to reward labor, shore up the economy, treat science and expertise with seriousness, defend NATO, defend human rights, and quite vitally, treat climate change like the serious existential threat that it is. Again, it will do these things imperfectly. It will also champion policies that I don’t agree with. This isn’t odd — I don’t think there’s been an administration or party I’ve ever felt would be magically perfect, because politics is a shitshow and America is quite often a mess. Still! There’s a lot I do agree with. And I think some progress is still good. Slow, incremental progress is not ideal, but it is better than, again, the sheer nightmare agenda put forth by the other side, an agenda that would not only not take us forward but actually hits reverse so hard we’re going to be driving backward down the highway into onrushing traffic at 90 MPH. Or, to put it like I did before: one road is bumpy, but gets us there; the other road is a dark pit.
And this is going to be true whether or not Biden stays in the race or drops out. It’s honestly true whether or not Trump keels over, too. Both sides at this point remain who they are. One side wants to dismantle everything and grudge-fuck our freedoms into the dirt, transferring as much wealth to themselves before the whole thing burns down. The other wants to move us forward, even if it’s at a pace I wish were a little fucking snappier.
That’s it. That’s the choice ahead of us.
I see you have questions. Let’s have at ’em.
But shouldn’t Biden step down and let someone else take over?
Again, not the point of this post, but okay, I’ll play! I’m a goof and may not have all the best inclinations or information, but my view is —
No, he should not. He had a bad debate. I don’t care at this point. He has the magic of incumbency and, though I’d prefer he be bolder about declaring it, a relatively successful presidency. I mean, the infrastructure bill was huge and you ask climate scientists, it did more to combat climate change than anything else that came before it (even as, yes, it falls short, because once more we are talking about America where progress is often quite incremental). He’s been exceedingly pro-labor. His efforts with student loans were effective, even when they were constantly halted — he kept on, and found ways around, and so far has tackled $160 billion in student loans. He put forth the most diverse slate of judicial nominees in history. Hey, just look at this list of 30 things he’s accomplished that you didn’t even know about — and it includes stuff about weed regs, small food providers, cancer research, union support, AI monitoring, sustainable energy, countering junk fees and overdraft charges. Honestly useful, important stuff. Seriously: read it!
We’re looking at a successful four years. He’s been a far, far better president than I had expected him to be, even as I take issue with him on a lot of things. I really, really thought his presidency was going to be a sad balloon farting a deflation circuit around the room and… it wasn’t.
But he’s old —
Yeah, no, we know. I dunno. So’s the other guy, and the other guy is a nightmare who we already had as president.
But he’s not as sharp as he once was —
Yeah, no, we know. Again —
We’re voting for the administration and agenda, not just the one guy.
The other guy is as sharp as a diaper full of cottage cheese. Also: nightmare!
And one debate shouldn’t doom him. Honestly, he shouldn’t even do the debates. He’s given a lot of talks and rallies and interviews since and… he’s fine, he knows what he’s talking about. He stammers and sounds old because he is old, but whatever, he’s antediluvian and still probably in better shape than I am. I look at his schedule and I want a nap.
Besides, we re-elected Reagan, and it was an open secret that his brain was turning to meatloaf, okay?
But wouldn’t we have more support for a younger, sharper nominee?
Ohhh, ho ho ho, not necessarily. First, who? Who is going to be the ideal nominee? Harris? There’s this myth that “the left” really wants her, would get behind her, but I remember when “the left” was very eager to call her Kamala The Cop, and if you ask me, she’s pretty vulnerable on that. Besides, you vote for Biden, you still get Harris. It’s a solid incumbency.
Also, the GOP has said plainly they’ll do whatever they can do to monkey-wrench any proceedings going forward, issuing legal challenges. They’ll throw whatever Molotov Cocktails they can into the mix.
Finally, it’s a myth you’re going to find a candidate that won’t present new problems — one of those problems being trying to introduce themselves to the country just 120ish days before an election. You know how I know they’ll have problems? Because they’ll be a Democrat in America. Some of the things you’re probably mad at Biden about? Yeah they probably agree with him or, worse, are to his right on the issue.
My view is, cliches are usually junk but one sticks out: you don’t switch horses mid-stream. This is that. Stay on the horse. Ride it forward, get to the other side — or the waters could sweep you away.
But what about third parties —
I’m going to stop you there. It’s not going to happen. A third party vote is a vote flung into a rotten tree stump. I too wish for a more variegated party system here in America, as they have in nearly every other country in the world, but currently? We do not and that will not change in the next 120 days. There is a time for being aspirational in this regard and trying to affect change (ranked choice voting, for instance, is a good thing to fight for), and that time is right after we re-elect Joe Biden (or whoever the candidate is) for the next four years. And there is a time to recognize the reality of the battlefield in front of us, and that time is right now.
But I’m tired of voting for the lesser of two evils, so what then?
Again, I want more than two choices, too, and further, I’d love it if there was a candidate who was literally perfect, a glorious moral unicorn, effulgent in the dawn, who hurt nobody and helps everyone and is basically Mister Rogers. Sadly, government and politics is a messy business who, at the worst, attracts a certain kind of power-hungry nightmare and, at the best, is a muddy domestic-global mess that requires hard choices every day — a series of infinite trolley problems, ever unspooling.
More to the point, I don’t see Biden as a lesser evil, or an evil at all — I see him as a woefully imperfect president running a sometimes awful country that when pushed, aspires to be better than it is, and I wish he made different choices when it comes to Gaza and I wish he were a better and more vigorous defender of abortion and of the various axes of marginalized folk, but I also recognize that there are few presidents who would’ve handled those things differently or better — and, further, the other guy would handle all that stuff way way worse, so, again, I dunno. The perfect cannot be the enemy of the good in this election. I know we want to drive the car forward as fast as we can, but the road is bumpy and the car is older and crankier than we’d like. But we can still drive it forward.
Okay, fine, so I’m just not going to vote —
Not voting is voting. You’re just voting for the worst of the two. Candidates aren’t products — you can’t boycott them to any effect. Listen, I’m not a person who will be sympathetic to you if you’re telling me you’re not voting. The right to vote is a privilege and to my mind, an obligation, one that has been fought for and bled for and is already poorly, poorly defended for our most marginalized voters — so if you take the privilege you have to vote and throw it away, you’re kind of a dick.
But I cannot morally vote for Joe Biden, so what then?
Then I guess you don’t vote, and you have your principles. I get it, I do, you gotta do what feels right. But I mean, you’re here in this country and, I presume, you pay your taxes, so you’re at least somewhat complicit either way in the good and the bad of this nation. And if your morality is the kind that allows someone like Trump in, who will usher in a far worse world, who will surely accelerate climate change? Then I think we are going to be of divergent philosophies as to how one defends one’s principles effectively without it being more than just a performance.
Anyway, that’s it.
We are at an existential tipping point.
Project 2025 is terrifying and real.
Let’s vote to move forward, not drive straight into the pit.
As ever, once in a while it becomes essential to upend a vital news post upon ye weary heads, whereupon I tell you the things I’m doing, the places I’m going, the stuff I’m, er, stuffing? Whatever. Anyway. Here’s what I’m working on, here’s some scheduling updates, and all that pizazz.
*jazz hands*
The Staircase in the Woods
Here’s where I’m at on that — the second draft was a mighty undertaking, a real Ship of Theseus rebuilding of the book that weirdly saw me scouring and abrading a lot of it to refinish its many surfaces while also leaving the book fundamentally the same? It’s the weirdest edit I’ve ever done, and thankfully, it worked. Before heading off to Portugal, I got notes back from the editor, and somehow it looked good?? Just a few more tightening tweaks, which I did, and just turned in. So, its third draft is off to the races.
I’ve also seen the cover and it may be one of my most favoritest covers of all my books. It’s so good and so spooky and so mysterious and I adore it.
That, to be revealed, soon.
I thiiiiiink the book comes out in April of 2025.
Don’t quote me on that, though. Things change! Chaos reigns!
Speaking Of Things Changing
My middle grade, Monster Movie!, will be coming out a tiny skoosh later — September 24th. Reason is to accommodate schools and school visits later in the school year, as the first week of school is less than ideal to release a book! Who knew! You learn something new every day.
Where Wendig??
July 27th! You! Me! The mighty Jess McHugh! We can be hunted and tracked to our location at VORTEX BOOKS AND COMICS in Columbia, PA. Brian and Mary are kind enough to let me come by and yammer about horror and apples and what-not, and I get to accompany the wonderful Jess, so this should be a gosh darn hoot.
Aug 3rd! My goodly local, Doylestown Bookshop, has put together a super slick day of horror called DARK INK, featuring a number of astonishingly cool scary writer types like Sarah Langan, Paul Tremblay, Clay Chapman, Rachel Harrison, Nat Cassidy, Adam Cesare, Todd Keisling, Brian McAuley, and more — er, more including me! I’ll be hanging out and doing a story doctor session with Clay and a panel with Clay and Paul and this should be awesome. Check out the whole schedule here.
Sept 14th, Milford Readers & Writers Festival in Milford, PA! No schedule yet but I’ll be there! Doing something! Tap-dancing? Erratically gesturing? Eating pie? Who can say? Books might be involved.
Sept 26-29, I’ll be at the Colorado Gold Writers Conference, giving a little story doctor session and a keynote. It’ll be a hoot. Hope to see you there.
Oct 1st, I’ll be with Delilah S. Dawson to help launch Kevin Hearne’s newest, Candle & Crow, and we’ll be at Anderson’s Bookshop in Naperville, IL. Event starts at 7pm, see you there.
Oct 2nd: Kevin, Delilah and myself will be at Boswell Books in Milwaukee, starting at 6pm.
Oct 3rd: The three of us again at Mystery To Me Books in Madison, Wisconsin, starting at 6pm.
Oct 4th: Our final trio appearance, this time at Minneapolis at the Barnes & Noble, technically in Roseville, MN! 6pm.
Then, I thiiiiink I’m at the Harrisburg Book Festival Oct 9 – 12th. Not sure of specific dates/times yet. More when I know it!
And I’ll also be likely doing an event or two in and around Monster Movie! release — more when I know about that, too.
Horned Lark Press
Speaking of Delilah and Kevin, the latter has started to consolidate our cool publishings under Horned Lark Press — and you can grab four of his Meaty Mysteries for $44, which also includes novellas by Delilah and myself if you’re so inclined. This is in print! They’re in print! Holy crap!
What’s Next?
I’m working on the next middle grade now — which is less horror and more a weird fantasy in the vein of, say, Labyrinth? Still spooky at times. And then it’s time to pitch some new books and see if my publisher can be tricked into giving me money for them. Fingers crossed!
Monster Movie Reviews
Kirkus said, in a review I mostly dislike, “…along with creating a monster creepy enough to squick even hardened readers out, Wendig expertly ratchets up the terror and suspense to a feverish pitch.”
Publishers Weekly said, in a review I really like, “In this gleefully off-kilter ode to late-night B movies and classic kids’ horror tales like Goosebumps, Wendig (Dust & Grim) skillfully tempers terrifying events with a tint of absurdity, playing them against Ethan’s all-too-relatable worries. It’s a fast-paced and intense adventure that never loses sight of its human elements.”
Given, well, everything, I thought today’s photo selection could focus a bit on Portugal’s prodigious, and I do mean prodigious, street art presence.
Obviously, Portugal is home to a deep presence of art everywhere — statues, fountains, architecture, egg tarts (ahem), and perhaps most notable and everpresent, the azulejo tiles. But it’s the street art that hits you perhaps first and most relentlessly, because it’s everywhere. Everywhere. At all times. My understanding of this is, it’s technically illegal, but they open up buildings and certain objects (electrical boxes, f’rex) to being allarted up; that does not, however, stop a lot of other art from popping up all over the place. It runs the gamut — beautiful, transgressive, simplistic, bombastic, egotistical, historical, political. You could travel to Portugal and see none of the sights except wandering to check out the street art and, I suspect, you’d still come away in awe, wanting to go back.
“With fear for our democracy, I dissent” — Justice Sotomayor, today, in a statement that is chilling in its necessity and also vital.
That statement, her statement, keeps doing laps around the inside of my skull. You can read the whole thing here (the bottom for the dissents). But that final statement of hers is a terrible, essential echo.
It feels like the distillation of everything that’s gone on with Trump, since Trump, about Trump — how electing him unleashed something terrible, or perhaps worse, simply mirrored it, multiplied it in that reflective visage.
With fear for our democracy, I dissent.
It feels like the thing you wear on a t-shirt, you put on a protest sign, that you spraypaint on walls, that you ink into your skin, a statement you can both co-opt as a weak signal to virtue and a statement you say as some cop or brownshirt or fascist neighbor shoves you up against the wall and pushes a gun barrel against your chest. It’s both a plaintive cry and a defiant call. Something to make art of, to make poetry of, to make a prayer out of, an apology, a whisper, a song, and of course, above all else, a dissent.
I don’t have any great wisdom here. I’m just talking. I feel the energy of agita and want to type it out. That isn’t always the ideal way forward but sometimes, especially with people like myself, it feels like the only way forward. It’s clear that the shadow cast upon us, one we hoped would soften, would lighten and brighten, is now growing wider and darker. This thing we’ve thought of for so long as bedrock — freedom, democracy, America — isn’t. It never was, to be sure, it was always a little bit of an illusion, but that shared illusion made it sometimes, sometimes, true. And now, I dunno. While it’s good to dispel illusions, sometimes we need them. But, perhaps at least we have clear eyes now and we know what’s happening, what’s coming. We’re going to walk into a Trump presidency if we’re not diligent, if we don’t stand vigil. This isn’t a GO JOE BIDEN post or any shit like that, and it’s certainly not a post about WE CAN VOTE OUR WAY OUT OF THIS but it’s a reminder we’re walking toward a black, bleak, very deep pit, one that might as well be bottomless, and we have to stop and turn around and do whatever it takes to not see Trump re-elected. If we turn him away, it doesn’t fix everything — there’s still a sucking chest wound gulping air and bubbling heartsblood, and it’ll still kill us when the next, smarter version of that guy comes along. But it’ll give us a chance. If we elect him, that chance dies.
We have a vote. It is imperfect and it is weak but together, with the votes of others, it gets stronger, louder, better.
With fear for our democracy, I dissent.
And not just that chance, either. We’re on the edge of a lot of things. Loss of freedom and loss of human rights and the teetering availability of bodily autonomy for women and trans folks, not to mention the boiling tidal wave that is climate change. We get Trump, that wave gets bigger, hotter, faster. It’s not just democracy we might lose there. It’s everything.
With fear for our democracy, I dissent.
Mourn today and tomorrow, figure out what you’re going to do. Not just in a selfish “build that bunker” way, but in a… community building, join hands, adopt-a-politician, call-your-politician, whatever you gotta do way. I’m not smart enough to know what that means, not today, probably not tomorow, but others are, and do, and we need to stay sharp, ears open.
With fear for our democracy, I dissent.
Good luck to all of us. Not just in America. The shadow isn’t just darkening over us. The pall is thick and blanketing most of the world.
