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A Writing Career Is A Series Of Cliff-Mitigation Exercises

People who want a writing career, here’s a thing you should know:

You’re always driving very fast toward a very high cliff. Not toward the wall at the bottom, but rather, rocketing toward the edge at the top. The precipice.

What I mean is this:

You get published with your first book, right? And it’s great. It’s roses falling from the sky, it’s a bubbly Champagne feeling in your nose, it’s a lightness to your step — an airy, giddy, level of triumph. And then you realize you’re not traipsing joyfully around a meadow, but rather, chained to the wheel of a fire-belching, fat-tired, steel-cage Apocalypse Car, and you’re barreling at top fucking speed toward what looks like the edge of the world.

This is in terms of money, in terms of ideas, in terms of the continued energy given to your career — you’re eventually going to drive off that goddamn cliff. That one book that came out? Whee! What fun! You got paid for it, likely in thirds — and with the book out, you’ve seen what may very well be your last paycheck. Sure, royalties might one day be inbound, but those are no guarantee, in the same way we are not guaranteed more days to live. You have what you have, and what you have is this book, live or die, sink or swim, succeed or fail.

Ahh, but but but, you also have this career, and a career is not one book. It is many books. Three or five or ten or twenty, spaced over a few years, or a few decades, and keeping that career alive means — well, writing more books. It means getting more attention. It means knowing what book is next, but also what book is third in line, and maybe what book is fifth in line. It means knowing the industry, having ideas, being flexible. A career is peaks and valleys.

And a career is one cliff after the next.

And in knowing that you are — after every book, every contract, every deal — driving ineluctably toward the next cliff, you have to figure out how you’re not going to die. Meaning, you’ve gotta spend the time rocketing toward the cliff performing some kind of… cliff mitigation technique. Choose whatever metaphor you like: installing rocket boosters in the car, hastily constructing a ramp that you will deploy via mobile trebuchet, training a flock of Canadian geese that you will anchor to your car in order to fly your ass over the edge and to the next butte or plateau ahead — whatever image you prefer, go for it. The point is that, your career is constantly in danger of crashing off a cliff. Your money will stop. The energy will slow and fade. You will be lost in the jungle next to the flaming wreckage of your vehicle.

Now, the good news is, it’s never really the end — you can crash, you can burn, and you can still climb up the next mountain and do it again. You may have to. I think every writing career suffers this — few writers have not sailed over the edge, thinking, WELP, THIS IS THE END. Many of them climb back out. Just as many, maybe more, don’t. (Usually the ones that don’t are, woefully, the ones who just can’t or don’t wanna hack it anymore.)

The practical example for me is that, I have three books coming out over the next 2-ish years — the final Miriam Black book Vultures (January), my epic not-quite-horror not-quite-SF The Stand/Station Eleven/The Passage novel, Wanderers (July), and The Book of Accidents (2020, tba).

Ah, but — here’s the trick, I’ll get paid out for those in increments, on publication, so I’ll see some money then, but there are also large tracts of temporal real estate in which I have no books. Further, to line up new books for 2021 and beyond, I need to pitch and sell those books now-ish, but I also can’t contractually pitch and sell new books until my current slate is in the can, and potentially not until some of them start coming out. Part of this is a guessing game — will the books be so successful that a publisher will want more like them? Will they explode on impact, requiring me to rethink my approach? Am I best focusing on some smaller, stranger projects — non-fiction, comics, whatever — to fill the gaps? It’s harder too because I’m a full-time author, no longer fit for public life, so I gotta make this count. I really, really gotta build a ramp, and I really, really gotta get the right angle, so I don’t fling my car into the bedrock, the jungle, or the void.

(Psst, keep your day job long as you can, kids.)

None of this is bad. I… enjoy this process, if somewhat grimly and anxiously. I like strategizing my thinking as to what I can write, should write, what I think my career needs to do, and I note all of this not to complain, but more to emphasize that a writing career is not necessarily just WRITE BOOKS, PUBLISH BOOKS, RINSE, REPEAT. It’s like this fucked-up four-person chess-game, and you’re two of the players, and the other two are The Publishing Industry and The Audience, and the best outcome is not to win the game but for everyone to reach some sort of impossible stalemate where all share in the win. It requires a measure of prophetic gambling, of trying to imagine the things you want to write, trying to hope you’ll love a book you pitch when it’s time to write it in 9-18 months as much as when you pitched it, and it’s also about keeping loosey-goosey enough that you can pitch ten projects and love each and every one of those narrative freakbabies with equal enthusiasm.

I note this because few will tell you that this career is about cliffs, and not falling over them.

But it’s important to know, and so here we are.

Good luck.

p.s. get a good agent who helps you strategize this shit

*revs engine*

*loads up grappling hook*

*checks radar for geese*

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THE RAPTOR & THE WREN: Miriam Black, Book 5

Miriam Black, in lockstep with death, continues on her quest to control her own fate! Having been desperate to rid herself of her psychic powers, Miriam now finds herself armed with the solution — a seemingly impossible one. But Miriam’s past is catching up to her, just as she’s trying to leave it behind. A copy-cat killer has caught the public’s attention. An old nemesis is back from the dead. And Louis, the ex she still loves, will commit an unforgivable act if she doesn’t change the future. 

Miriam knows that only a great sacrifice is enough to counter fate. Can she save Louis, stop the killer, and survive? 

Hunted and haunted, Miriam is coming to a crossroads, and nothing is going to stand in her way, not even the Trespasser.

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Macro Monday Will Make It Quick

TA-DA, look, a macro photo. My obligation is fulfilled and now I jetpack away!

OKAY FINE, some quick bits —

First, I’ve no idea what kind of bug that is? Some kind of leafhopper treehopper thing. Speaking of which, holy shit are we inundated with lanternflies now — they’re an invasive asshole bug and we were eating pizza outside at a restaurant on Saturday night and they were criss-crossing the air above us. I went to kill one and a second one landed on me as I was trying to kill the first. They’re becoming as common as mosquitos. And they eat apple trees? Those motherfuckers.

Second, speaking of apples, #heirloomapplereview has begun once more on THE TWITTERS, so hie thee hence if you want to watch me review apples on Weird Apple Twitter. Start here for appley mirth. Will likely be ongoing through the end of October.

Third, look, SyFy did a bit of an article on YMBTK!

Fourth and finally, the first book of my Heartland trilogy, Under the Empyrean Sky, is $0.99 at Amazon, and the audio is only $1.99 — so check that out if you want something that has been described as Star Wars meets John Steinbeck.

AND THAT IS IT.

Happy Monday, hoomans.

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

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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.

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