On Friday, April 7, 2017, I’m going to be live on The Speculative Fiction Cantina. The show starts at 6 PM Eastern / 3 PM Pacific and we’ll be discussing genre stuff and taking questions.
Category: The Process
There are times when you get hung up. This is where I’ve been for the past few days.
Yes, it’s time to start thinking about your taxes. Not your 2016 taxes.
2017 Taxes. This year’s taxes.
Steampunk is a subgenre I fell into. I started writing in it because I saw an opportunity and decided to challenge myself. I ended up with two published short stories because of it. I was invited to submit a third.
A month ago, I had a dream that wouldn’t let me go. There were some interesting things in it, elements of Indian culture, a battle between digital players who had become gods. Ceremony, celebration, iconography.
Some of the women in this dream looked a little like this woman:
PREPARE TO DIE. Those are the words boldly marked on the back cover of Dark Souls. In a more literal sense, it means Prepare To Fail. As with any challenging venture, failure should not only be planned for, it should be anticipated. Failure is how we improve.
In the past month, I’ve done a lot of work on a new short story, “The Mirror of Tila.” This is meant for a fantasy anthology focusing on villain characters. A bonus for me is that it features my dark fantasy setting, THE NIGHT LANDS.
I need 10,000 words. Currently, I have 7,500. The next part to write looks like this:
Since the middle of September, one end of the road I live on has been closed. Not only that, it’s the main path to where I work, a majority of the shopping areas, and the closest interstate. To get anywhere, I have to go backward first.
In many ways, it seems this is the way of life. Want to go forward? Too bad, you have to turn around.
It’s a disappointment, one that comes up more often than not. As a writer, years ago I suspected that I was getting close to a point where I would be traditionally published. I could feel it in my bones. I was wrong.
Last year, I set up at a convention, thinking it would be the start of me working solely as a writer, traveling and selling books. I didn’t make quite the sales over that convention that I thought I would.
Still, I write. Still, I pursue my goals.
Also, yesterday, the blocked end of my street opened up.
While meeting with some local writers, I shared a new flash fiction with them. One of the guys read it and was furious because he enjoyed it.
I hadn’t given him as much as he wanted with the story. He wanted more, he even demanded more.
Friends, this is what I’m in the game to do. If my stories don’t leave you wanting more, at least on some level, then I have fallen short. It might only be enough to make you wonder for a moment what happens next. This is enough since it means I have evoked a sense of wondering and imagination in your own mind.
It’s a brief bit of joy, but I love whenever it happens.