Sunday, May 24, 2009

So far in I can't get out



The Complex (Live Album Version) - Blue Man Group


Just a quick post to let you know I'm still around. I'm through 5 chapters of Blackout now, and I'm really enjoying working on this book. I anticipate completing the first draft by the end of the summer at the latest. At that point, I'll switch to doing rewrites on Pariah's Moon and The Archmage and work on those until NaNoWriMo.

My idea for NaNoWriMo struck me suddenly out of the blue (like they usually do). I'm not going to go into details, because I typically try not to think too much about NaNoBooks before I start them. I do know that it will be funny, because it's been a few years since I've really written something humorous and it's time. I also have a working title of Blood and Ice, and know that it will combine vampires and minor league hockey.

I'm starting to think about a redesign of my website, so if you have any ideas how I could improve it (read: do it myself because I'm broke), I'd like to hear them.

Friday, May 15, 2009

Somebody watchin' might wanna make romance



Got To Give It Up - Marvin Gaye


I just want to share a few lines from Blackout with you that I kind of like, from four different sections of the first chapter, each featuring one of the four main characters. Blackout is set during July 13-14, 1977, in New York City.

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--Ten minutes after eight and seventy-four degrees here at the WABC studios. Harry Harrison with you, stay well, stay happy, stay right here with Marvin Gaye.” Marvin’s falsetto crooned over a dance beat and Faith smiled.

Time to run.

She paused long enough to pull her front door shut and then lit out down the street, startling the omnipresent pigeons and morning commuters. She didn’t get up to her top speed; Lionheart had asked her to keep it under a hundred in city limits unless the team had been deployed or was responding to an emergency. People still gaped after her as she whipped past them to leave dust and trash scattered in her wake, but New York was still New York, and the residents of the Big Apple had seen it all. Just Cause had been a mainstay in the city since the early ‘50s, and American Justice before that. Parahumans were like any other celebrity: interesting for a moment, then supremely boring until something else came along.

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Harlan bent forward and studiously shoveled cereal into his mouth, hoping the crackle of his corn flakes would drown out the coos of his mother and sisters.

“I think you look real pretty, Leenie,” said Reggie, who then stuck her tongue out at Harlan.

“Thanks, sweetie,” said Irlene. “What do you think, Harlan?”

Harlan glanced up and shot his older sister his most withering look. It infuriated him that as much as he couldn’t stand her, she was always friendly and even kind to him. Just once he wished she’d get angry, call him a name, scream at him. Such a display of real, human hate from her would give them common ground from where they could forge a real sibling relationship. But no, she always smiled pleasantly at him and spoke to him with love. He knew he was supposed to reciprocate, but he felt nothing, and that made him hate her even more because she brought out the worst in him. “You look like a strawberry slush with whipped cream,” he said in a weak attempt to be mean.

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“Please,” said André. “Do you think I was born yesterday? I know who you are. Him. La Tornade. Tornado. The hero of the Just Cause team.”

Tommy looked away. “So what if I am?”

André smiled sadly. “You are a superhero. I am only a florist.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Ah, Tommy. You are a sweet man, full of love and life, but it is not for me to share. Your heart belongs to another. I could see this from the moment I met you.”

Tommy pulled away from André and slipped out of the bed, the sheet wrapped around him like a robe. He went to stand by the window and looked out at the city beyond the fire escape. How many hours had he spent flying between those towers? How many miles had he logged with his cape flapping behind him as he tried to outrun his own feelings? “You’re wrong,” he said at last. “I’m just another swinger, André. That’s all. I’m not in love with anyone.”

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“Honey … I don’t mean to pry … but did a man do that to you?” asked the woman beside her.

“What? Oh …” For a moment Gretchen had forgotten her black eye, tender nose, and bruised cheekbone. She’d covered it as best she could with makeup and put on some large sunglasses to hide the rest. “No, uh, I just … fell.”

“Hmph,” sniffed the woman. “Well, I hope you’re on this bus to get away from him, honey. Men are pigs.”

“I’m not …” began Gretchen. Then she sighed and smiled. “Yeah, I am getting away from him. And he was a pig.” A flash of blue and white caught her eye and she saw Tornado flit between two buildings. That brief glimpse more than anything helped to solidify that she’d finally gotten away from Donny and Dyersville.

The towers of Manhattan sprang up around her as the bus was swallowed up by the city.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Night falls and I'm alone



Blue On Black - Kenny Wayne Shepherd


So, yeah, I have an agent now.

Perhaps this is as good a time as any to recap how I got here, because it's kind of an interesting story (and I promised Sam I'd write it down).

Sherman, set the Wayback Machine for 2003. I was working as a temp in an insurance company that shall remain nameless. I was writing what I consider my first "modern" novel. I actually wrote a couple of novels - well, novellas - back in junior high, which were horribly hackneyed pieces of cliched garbage that I'm thankful have been completely wiped out. My first "modern" novel was a Star Wars fan fiction. Now bear in mind that at the time, I knew next to nothing about the publishing industry. I thought that I'd write the book, send it off to Del Rey books, and that would make me, yanno, famous 'nshit.

Well, I got a reality check in the form of an email which I believe was from none other than Shelly Shapiro, who I had lunch with just two weeks ago at the Pikes Peak Writers Conference. In the email, she explained that Del Rey didn't accept unsolicited books - especially books; they had to invite you to write one. Okay, I thought. I'm young, foolhardy, and full of fire. So I emailed her back with a challenge: what do I have to do to be invited to write a Star Wars book? To my surprise, she replied: you have to be a known writer, with a style that would fit suitably into the Star Wars pantheon of writers.

Fine, I thought. I'll show her.

I'd had an idea for an epic superhero novel kicking around for awhile, which sprang from my years of tabletop RPGs with superheroes as the stars. I began to build the Just Cause Universe. Writing the novel Just Cause took me from February to October of 2004. I finished it just in time to have found out about National Novel Writing Month. What a cool idea, I thought. I made plans to write another superhero book about a young hero joining the Hero Academy. I planned, plotted, and schemed. And Halloween night, I scrapped it all and after midnight started writing The Milkman instead, based upon a half-remembered gaming character. I never would have thought that would lead to a charming little diversionary tale about sentient farts, but that's the magic of NaNoWriMo.

By early 2005 I was in full writing swing. I started on the sequel to Just Cause, entitled Rise of the Archmage. I started researching about agents and querying and synopses and stuff like that. I was going to sell my first book, and was going to be famous, and would be asked to write a Star Wars book - at which point I'd say "oh, you know, I've got this old thing lying around here already written." Yes, I was quite naive.

By mid 2005, I was querying Just Cause and earning rejection after rejection after rejection. It slowed my work on The Archmage considerably. I just didn't know what I was doing wrong, but I knew it was something. November rolled around and I wrote Propane Jockeys, which was, to be charitable, really bad. I may turn it into a screenplay, because it'll work much better in that format than it will in written form. By the end of 2005, I had decided to self-publish (read: use a vanity press) The Milkman. As the saying goes, I paid my money and I made my choice. I'm not really happy with it, and even now cringe when I look at it. But it is nice to sell one once in awhile (if you haven't bought one yet, I still have a few copies left I can sign for you).

By early 2006, I was awaiting the final production of The Milkman, and I attended the Pikes Peak Writers Conference for the first time. It truly opened my eyes. Agent Kristen Nelson taught a phenomenal class on writing query letters, and for the first time it clicked that "oh, THIS is what I've been doing wrong." I had originally planned to pitch Just Cause to her, but due to bad planning on my part, she rejected it only days before the conference, so I wound up pitching instead to an editor who requested pages and I never heard from again. The conference inspired me, and I decided to write a different superhero novel, and over that summer I cranked out Deep Six in 100 days. As the leaves changed color, I shelved Just Cause indefinitely because I knew that I didn't have the skills yet to make it into a better book. November brought Enter The Jackrabbit out of me - my first (and to date, only) superhero novel written during NaNoWriMo. Honestly, 2006 was one of my best years ever for writing.

In early 2007, I'd spent time rewriting Deep Six and decided to start another 100-day novel, so I began Locke and Keyes, a space pirate novel which owed a lot of inspiration to Joss Whedon's excellent Firefly series as well as the brilliant Cowboy Bebop anime. Unfortunately, Locke and Keyes fought me all the way through the first twenty days, and I finally set it aside in favor of starting yet another superhero novel - The Greatest Generation, set in WWII. Around this time I also attended the PPWC for the second year running and pitched Deep Six to agent Anita Kushen, who was very interested. She requested the partial, and then the full, and then I didn't hear from her. That summer I got a phone call from an agent who was "very interested" in Deep Six after reading my pages, and wanted to know if I'd do some revisions and resubmit it. I said I would, so with help from my friend Sherri, we tackled Deep Six and tightened it up quite a bit. Ultimately the agent requested more and more revisions until I felt the changes he wanted would take the story in a direction I didn't want it to go, and so we parted ways. In the meantime, Sherri helped me renovate Just Cause, which I renamed Mustang Sally. By the end of 2007, I'd written some fifty pages of The Milkman 2: Evil Garden Gnome, and started a new NaNoWriMo book called Trouble, Inc.

In early 2008, after being sick for nearly three months, I finished up Trouble, Inc. (and renamed it Troubleshooters). I'd entered Deep Six in the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award and it made the Top 100 semifinalists. I'd also started yet another superhero novel about a Muslim superhero called Light of Allah. When I went to the PPWC, I planned to pitch yet again, this time to an editor. She was interested in it, and remembered seeing it on the ABNA rolls and wanted to see pages. I also ran into Anita Kushen at the conference and asked her about my submission. It turned out she'd had a falling out with her assistant, who'd shredded everything in the office when she left - including submissions and contact information. She was very glad to run into me again and insisted on me sending her the full of Deep Six immediately. A few months later she also asked to see Mustang Sally. With the exception of finishing Troubleshooters early in the year, I spent almost the entire year of 2008 revising and rewriting my existing work without creating anything new. It took NaNoWriMo for me to come up with something original: Pariah's Moon.

Which brings us to this year. Troubleshooters went into ABNA '09 and didn't make the first cut. I won't go into details but suffice it to say I will probably not enter ABNA again. By this time, I had three novels I considered to be in submission-ready form: Mustang Sally, Deep Six, and Troubleshooters. I finished Rise of the Archmage and renamed it simply The Archmage. Then I set about looking for something new. I thought I might branch out from superheroes because nobody seemed to want to represent that genre, so I gave a valiant effort to Canyonlands, but fell flat and shelved it indefinitely as I had with Locke and Keyes previously. Screw it; superheroes are what I like to write best, and what I'm best at writing, so that's what I decided to do. Mixing my love of history with superheroes has put me smack-dab into the middle of Blackout, which I'm cranking out at a reasonably good pace. I should have a completed first draft by the end of the summer.

Then, literally days before the 2009 PPWC, Anita Kushen called me to offer representation. And the rest, as they say, is history.

Wow, I've been at this a long time. Hundreds upon hundreds of rejections and close to half a million words later, I've found someone who thinks I'm good enough to be in print.

I'm glad, because I was starting to get discouraged. Thanks for reading to the end of this!

Sunday, May 03, 2009

Let's make lots of money



Opportunities (Lets Make Lots Of Money) - Pet Shop Boys


The last day of the conference pretty much passed in a blur. I had Sunday morning breakfast with Anne Crispin and Laura Resnick, then moderated a workshop on spotting scam agents and publishers with Anne Crispin. I went on to another workshop with her on submitting science fiction and fantasy in today's market. It was interesting, but not nearly as much or as helpful as Laura Reeve's workshop on defining genres last year. Finally I wrapped up the sessions by moderating a workshop by Allegra Johnston on daily life in the middle ages. It was more interesting than I would have expected, but still by this time I was already thinking far ahead.

After all, I had an agent signing on the horizon.

Lunch was, predictably, yet another permutation of chicken breast, followed by a rambling motivational speech by last-minute substitution author Barbara Samuels. I'll admit, I enjoyed her workshop at an earlier PPWC, but her closing speech didn't do much for me. Other attendees were greatly moved by it, but all I could really think about was that I was about to be agented.

The party broke up and we all headed home.

On Monday, Agent 2 sent me an email to regretfully inform me that although she liked Troubleshooters, she didn't feel strongly enough about it to represent it. Fine and good. On this past Friday, Agent 3 sent me almost exactly the same email. No worries.

Tomorrow I will be mailing signed copies of a contract to my new agent, Anita Kushen, and thus ends Book One in my saga in the quest to become a professional, full-time writer.

Book Two begins with Anita and I working towards getting my first book deal. Stay tuned, for this will be an entirely new adventure through uncharted territory for me, and it promises to be exciting and heartbreaking, thrilling and debilitating.