If these people are wrong, then I don’t want to be right, to borrow a well-worn saw. I had a gig yesterday, a craft fair slash art show of local creators with everything from stained glass and paintings to bone sculptures and a Mad-Maxian pauldron (since WordPress objects to the word, it bears defining. A pauldron is shoulder armor) made of license plates. A few people performed music slash “sound experiences” and there were lots of conversations. I got to see a few people from high school and old jobs whom I hadn’t seem in quite a while, in the former case, a couple of decades.
While monetarily I broke even, experience-wise and getting out there to spread my own creations in the form of a few anthologies, paintings and leather work, it was definitely a worthwhile experience. I can’t deny that there were quite a number of characters there, people who stood out in one way or another. It was a great opportunity for people watching. They will add spice to my work. There’s also nothing quite like spending a good day with good people and coming home drained.
For those of you not following my Facebook page, I had some success recently. One of the publishers whose projects I really enjoy, Mad Scientist Journal, periodically puts out anthologies separate from their weekly Monday offerings and the quarterly collections of said. This next one will be entitled “Fitting In” and will focus on the plights of supernatural creatures dealing with today’s society as outsiders. My story Snakedance will be present, following a day in the life of a shapeshifter in a South America affected by urban sprawl and forest destruction.
I’m working on a few pieces I feel very good about for other upcoming anthologies, some of which look to set the mood for entire subgenres as the founding works in the field. One was a kickstarter I recently linked on my Facebook page and another is being edited by a fellow contributor to Capes and Clockwork. They are fairly polar opposites, as one focuses on the positive, bright future we may find if we give up the poisonous practices that promote conflict, while the other is a horror story about miscreant gravekeepers. Sitting at the Wrong Brain Spring Bizaare[sic] letting the human tide ebb and flow around me gave me time to write about half of the latter story between chatting and sales. That in itself, practice writing in such a busy environment and getting words down, added to the experience. I’ve got to get out more.
For a freelance, one might even call me a hobbyist, author, money comes in dribs and drabs. $20 here, $25 there, a copy of the final antho or magazine issue if I’m lucky. I’ve not really made it up to the pros where my week of work can buy me more than a moderate meal.
One aspect of this is the royalty check. I’ve been at this for a few years now, have a dozen or so tales accumulating a few cents per purchase, but I’ve never received this mythical money.
Until this week.
One of my publishers changed their policy regarding royalty pay out and I heard the electronic coins dropping in my bucket. Much like that first story I sold, it’s exciting in that it’s a step forward for me, new territory, and a bit sad, a weak little thing that adds no weight to my wallet. No velvet ropes are parting just yet, but “slowly by slowly,” as my wife says, I’m getting closer to putting novels out. Maybe I’ll be able to celebrate on something other than the dollar menu.
This morning I am stricken by the loss of a friend and a fellow writer. I never got a chance to meet him in person, but we’ve shared words online and in print. We appeared together in one of my first anthologies. It’s times like these that words like “God only gives us what we can handle” ring false. We often ask ourselves if there was something more we could have done, but I gave him my best words, my strongest thoughts and support. Sometimes, though it’s not enough.
I read an article yesterday about world building, about making everything too pat, too simple and logical. Life is not always logical. We’re not always happy when others expect us to be, even when we expect it of ourselves. Like most things, there are lessons to be learned and aspects we can never know. I hope to take something from the words he left us and the impact he made to make my contribution that much stronger.
Good bye my friend.
Another post! Has it been six months already? Nope! I’m going to try this new thing where I post at least once a week. In reality, I have more news. This time, it involves my art beyond writing. For those local to seacoast NH, I’ll be at the Wrong Brain Spring Bizaare[sic] an art show-slash-craft fair type thing for local artists and folk of eclectic taste. Here’s the Facebook event page. I’ll have some paintings, possibly some sculpture, some hand-crafted goods such as leather pouches set up as necklaces to some larger belt-pouches. I’ll also have a few different anthologies to which I’ve contributed on hand for signing purposes. Right now, those will include: Big Top Tales, Longest Hours and Capes & Clockwork. (The second C&C is in the works, but the publish date is still up in the air. It probably won’t be ready for May 7, 2016.) The location for this event is:
Millspace: Center for Art, History & Culture
55 Main St, Newmarket, New Hampshire 03857
May 7, 2016 11am to 5pm
In the spirit of surprises (this will be my first art show and only the second vendor gig I’ve done, so I wasn’t confident I’d pass muster), my wife and I got a surprise from the doctor the other day. We knew we’d be adding a little one to the family in October, but hadn’t planned on… two! “Twins!” as we keep looking at each other and saying. So we’ll have a bit bigger family. Oliver, my first son, spurred me to get going on selling stories and I’ve managed a couple of dozen sales so far. Maybe the pair will get me over the hill on a novel. We can hope! I’m going to give it a shot. Best to all! Keep reading, keep making!
Creeaak! *dust pat cough* Oh hi! It’s been a while, well, more than a while, but I’m going to try to get some more regular posts in before the next Major Life Event coming in the fall. More on that later.
For now, I’d like to direct you to a couple of pieces I’ve had come out this year:
Koschei’s Needle, a flash piece about a Slavic mythological figure and Standing Stones, my first published poem, both out from Three Drops From a Cauldron online poetry magazine. The possibility of Koschei’s Needle coming out in a special print collection has been floated.
We’ll see how that progresses.
Also out at the start of the year was a circus story I wrote for Big Top Tales, a collection of circus stories set in 1956. My story takes place in my home town of East Kingston, NH and involves one of my favorite animals, elephants, as well as one of my least favorite, Nazis. You can find a lovely review here:Pulp Fiction Review: Big Top Tales.
I had a fun visit with some New Hampshire writers last night. We met at a library which hosted us as part of a regular program. It was great to hear what everyone was working on, discuss issues we were having and sharing ideas for getting past them, and generally networking. We were lucky enough to have local writing legends James Patrick Kelly (see his new, snazzy website Here) and Rebecca Rule with us for guidance and insight.
Is just around the corner. For many years, it was a non-holiday for me. I didn’t have the benefit of that relationship growing up and for a long time, my young characters either had one parent or none. It just seemed natural, and really, I had no idea how to write a ‘normal’ family. Despite the odds as they seemed to me much of my life, I am now a father. My son will be two years old a few days after I turn forty. He’s a handful and some moments I can see how some people can’t handle it, but somehow we make it out the other side and I see how smart and sweet he can be and how quickly he’s learning new words, his letters, numbers, etc.
Now instead of a day to be ignored or let gnaw at me, it’s my turn to add a tie to my meager collection, to get that card I could never send. My world has changed so much and I wonder how that’s impacted my writing. I think some of it is more hopeful, positive, but it’s also filled with new experiences and possibilities.
A new piece came out the other day, another Aeolus and Chiron story in an Emby Press release, Super Hero Monster Hunter: The Good Fight and another featuring our dynamic steampunkers will be out later this summer in Capes and Clockwork 2. Production is paused on bigger projects, though a series of novels in this steamy world is on a couple of different burners. After writing half the first book, I realized it was actually the second book and I went to work outlining the real book one. Once we’re settled into the new house, work will commence on this major undertaking. For now, it’s late and shorter works and bed call to me. I must succumb to one or the other soon. Good Night!
But it was quite a while ago. Sorry about that. It’s been a busy busy year. The boy is up and walking, running, stringing words together and getting up and down stairs! We’ve found a house we love and look forward to signing on it at the end of the month. We lived in California for five months and that was a neat experience.
As to writing, there have been a few more successes I’ll add to the list as they come out (and a few that are out already, but I’m in need of a master list. Organization is not my primary skill, but if it was, that would be rather boring…) Aeolus and Chiron have had their world expanded with some more shorts, including introduction of more allies, more enemies, more weirdness and being drawn into a more complex tale to be told over the course of not just one, but a series of novels, the first two of which are in the process of being written. I’m especially looking forward to Capes and Clockwork 2, due out this summer, as well as Dr. Lillian Broadstreet finally making it into print with a couple of paranormal-hunting stories leading up to the steampunk novels with Aeolus and Chiron.
On the making front, we now have a 3D printer and have been making little doodads, experimenting with its capabilities every day. It’s interesting and I look forward to making physical representations of A&C and other figments.
For now, I’m off to work, but I promise to try to write again soon, in between a rare stab at horror, the steampunk novels and some SF poetry…
I turned another page on the old calendar yesterday. It was a calm, warm, sticky day. I’ve always been one to hedge toward science and medicine swooping in before I hit old age and rescuing me from the ignoble fates the twilight years save for us. Now that I’m gathering grays at the temples, I wonder if I’ll be lucky enough to see the day when you can order up replacement parts, made to original factory specs or better, using my own DNA as a template to prevent rejection. Every day I think about how I’ve had enough of that, yet I still write, still subject small pieces of my soul to judgement by others who know only what I show in my work.
Last night I sent a piece to a fantasy contest. The tale was set in a world with which I’ve been working for almost two decades. In the process, I found a long-lost backup of my first completed novel, also set in that world. I can only hope that it passes muster and that I can apply my (hopefully) ever-increasing skills to it and see it out in the next few years. I’m hoping the outcome of that contest will aid in that endeavor. I was put off a bit, though, by the fact that my main beta reader/wife said the short was one of the best pieces of mine she’s read. I had sent her the wrong file, the original, not edited by current-me version first to get this reaction. Thus, the oldest thing she read of mine was superior to everything else I’ve foisted upon her, even with a good portion of that being published in the last year and a half.
At any rate, I’ll let you know how the contest goes for me and let you know as soon as I know about upcoming pieces. I’ll definitely be diving back into that old folder and the world of Somnuran in earnest over the course of the year.