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Monday. Just got back last night from Bouchercon 2023 in San Diego, which is why you don’t have your story for September yet. Planning on doing all that in a few hours, but I’m still digging out and will be for a few days.

In the meantime, I gots news. Of a sort, at least.

Bouchercon is a Mystery convention for both readers and writers. And there were lots of both. Met some fantastic and fascinating people. Made some good connections I need to follow up on. Might have created at least one new magazine, but I gotta do some work on refining ideas and then recruiting players. WAY TBD.

Also got interviewed a couple of different times by Authors on the Air podcast while I was there. (https://www.youtube.com/c/Authorsontheair) All audio, and they will have to be sorted and loaded, but look for me and Bouchercon 2023 and it will get up there eventually.

And we’re still trying to break publishing, so it was more or less a four day mastermind with Matt and others as we had ideas and wrote them down.

Plus, it was a mystery convention, and they had a lot of panels. Didn’t do that many because I was so busy in hallway conversations, but I did come home with at least two new Action-Adventure series ideas I want to write. Maybe thriller, or Light Thriller, as someone called it.

Because it’s so hard coming up with new ideas to write, you know.

I’m not even going to pretend that I wrote last week, because I didn’t. Going to a con always means turning into an extrovert I call The Carnival Barker, and I have to focus everything there. It worked, but it is also exhausting. Plus, I got food poisoned twice, because they don’t mention anywhere that everything they cook is flavored with mushrooms. (Trust me, I can tell. The hard way.)

Saturday was a toxic mess as a result. Glad to be home where I don’t have to real with “Chefs” who have “Ideas” on “Cuisine” and I can eat healthy. Might even get to sleep on a regular pattern again, as I woke up at 1:30AM Sunday morning and sat quietly in a chair in the hotel room, meditating until Matt (he’s on East Coast time) woke up at 530 and went downstairs. Then I was awake with a 10-minute nap in the airport until 10pm last night when I finally crashed home and safe.

I did edit Corsac Fox #3 and #4, so those are ready for First Readers and such. I’ll be sending out surveys to kickstarter backers later this week, and expect money in a bit as well, so I can start fulfillment. Paper and Hardcover are both special editions with extra materials included that won’t be in the general release.

In fact, I intend to write a special essay for each of the Corsac Novels, but since I’m not going to do KS campaigns for them (until the last one), I’ll bundle those up and put them for sale when the last book in Block One comes out. Something to expand and explain.

There is, after all, a reason behind every novel I write. A Character that sounds fun. A Setting I want to explore. A Problem that will challenge folks. Something. I have to entertain myself, as well as entertain you.

But, back to Monday. Since I have been helping the folks behind Bookslup define and build their new service, I had breakfast with two of the bosses this morning. One of them also happens to be my middle Step-daughter, and she’s made a point of keeping me involved in her life.

She has two sisters. I’ve seen one a few times in the last couple of years, and the other not at all. She brought the one sister along, and apparently all three of the girls are going on a hike tomorrow as a group, so they’ll have fun. And also brought along a nephew (that sister’s youngest) who I haven’t seen or talked to in 15 years. Not since he was maybe 13, give or take.

I haven’t pressed anyone. Those that want to interact, I’m there. The others have presented me with casual indifference, and I’ve honored that as well.

As I noted several times this last week with a number of people, the ONLY thing you control in this life is your attitude. So I try to look on the bright side of things with a cynical, jaundiced eye willing to find joy in the little things and celebrate any success from anyone I meet.

Because if you can’t do that, what the hell are you doing in life?

That means I find joy with the folks who want to be around me, and ignore those that don’t. I inherited a whole passel of fun folks from Fabulous Publisher Babe™ and her nieces and nephews, all of whom are lovely, friendly people.

You deserve happiness in your life. Simple as that.

Go find it.

shade and sweet water,

blaze

West of the Mountains, WA

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Reminder: the Kickstarter Campaign for Corsac Fox #2 Mistaken Identity) is live now and runs to August 22. Then you gotta wait.

Also, more music up everywhere. Time To Say Goodbye.

I think I have mentioned that I publish two magazines in addition to all the stuff I write. Boundary Shock Quarterly is themed Science Fiction. Owen is the only other person besides me to have written into every issue to date. Just spent two hours (in my head it was supposed to be like a 20 minute call) talking to her about upcoming themes and how she might write into her ongoing Zion Station universe.

Can’t. Would like to, but she’s in that point where she needs to look at organizing the collections. #1 is out. #2 and #3 are basically ready or will be shortly. #4 is a set of stories she needs to write over the next couple of years. And then novel. Because it will take a novel to resolve. So we spent 2 hours talking about that, and what she could do with some of the other themes that would be too weird to try to wedge a Zion story into.

Hopefully, she left off with good ideas. Apparently, five pages of handwritten notes, but she has to translate those into information.

Me: the Chace Haig novel is ongoing. Just a shade under 30k words, and it feels like book one will conclude around 50, give or take. I also envision an interior trilogy of stories here, arcing across three but not concluding anything more than this piece, before going off and having other adventures closer to home.

Film at 11.

This fall, we’re talking about updating the various websites to take better control of things. I use Patreon for a monthly membership support program, but Patreon broke themselves last month doing stupid things to their technical backbone.

I’d like to not have to trust that the other guys knows how to code. There are a lot of dipshits out there. Longer term, we’re going to set something up to move people to a direct thing and not rely on a website that can’t handle it.

Related, it should be possible to set up subscriptions for Boundary Shock Quarterly and Mystery, Crime, and Mayhem, so folks can get those directly as well. Won’t know until the fall, but watch your inbox for more information about when and how.

Past that, it is supposed to get to 94F (34C) today and tomorrow, so I am hiding out inside where I have air conditioning and things are more pleasant. Been out all weekend, as one does in August at events, and I’m exhausted. Trying to get back to something like normal. Not holding my breath.

Y’all enjoying Holden and Riley? I’m looking at when I can slot in more stories, en route to a book one that brings all the epic craziness down to a single point of conflict, wherein we can start the grand civil war that’s been brewing for years (or generations, depending on how you look at it).

Not a lot of news past that. Busy morning and I need something cool to drink. Y’all stay in the shade and stay safe.

shade and sweet water,

blaze

West of the Mountains, WA

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So, last Tuesday, the heat pump went sideways. I’ve talked here about the joys in January when the old system died and the folks needed two weeks to install the new one.

Went in to change the filter Tuesday morning and the floor was wet. Water dripping from inside. Called them and they sent someone Wednesday. Tuesday night, I had a stream of water running off the system.

New tech arrived Wed AM and explained that he’d had to repair several systems that the old guy had installed, so I felt better. Current assumption is that either they didn’t put enough coolant in (2# instead of the 6.5# that the system needs) or there is a leak. The cooling fins were working so hard they froze and built up ice. Then we discover that they installed the drain pipe perfectly horizontally. Bad. Physics comes into play, and it backflooded.

I killed the system at the breaker and stuck a fan in there to dry things. Fan is still running, but that’s me.

They came and fixed the system Wednesday. Reviewed all the tech’s notes Thursday and called a service to inspect for water damage and repair. Those folks were out Friday morning first thing and he had the coolest toys to detect water in the floor and walls. Not as bad as it could have been. And the HVAC company is owning the repair, so I’m way more flexible and friendly.

Shit happens. Own your mistakes and make them right. Got the fan in the furnace room. Left the crawlspace gap open to vent and hopefully dry. Not a lot of water anywhere, but I don’t want mold growing, because shit goes sideways in an awful hurry at that point.

We’ll see where the repairs are this week.

Writing: I crossed 66k on the fourth Corsac Fox novel this morning, on a target of 80k, so this week finished, more or less. Got the Kickstarter campaign for #2 mostly done, and need to record the video tonight and finalize details. Will have the link for y’all next Monday and hoping to launch Tuesday morning.

After that, I’m leaning into not doing kickstarter campaigns for the next several, just dropping them as part of my regular schedule. I’ve gotten an amazing response from folks, and had originally planned on dropping them 2/year. I’ll go wide with #2 in November, and then I want to look at maybe dropping 3 and 4 next summer, giving me time to know how long Block One is. Either six or seven, at current planning, but I have to finish them to be sure.

The last one in Block One will go kickstarter again, but with swag. Merchandise, like Corsac Fox logos as pins and patches. Art books with all the aliens, including new ones I’ve commissioning. Whatever else comes up.

If you have ideas for merch you’d like, PLEASE reach out and let me know. Not making any promises, but looking for those things that would make that final kickstarter special for folks.

For the writing, I’m doing a lot of research on Tang Dynasty China for some new historic thriller stories, as well as for some roleplaying game stuff that I hope will come out next year. Current RPG stuff went sideways when my design partner’s life fell apart, so I started with a blank piece of paper and have a new engine I’m testing, a new context I’m building, and a new setting that is RADICALLY different from Tolkien. Gonna be fun.

More BSQ stories to write, as I extend Beckett Fernsby across four issues. More Thriller as I build a five-man-band in 680CE Tang China and write several stories there for fun.

Never enough time in the day to do it all, as song #2 (“Time To Say Goodbye”) is in the process of being released whenever. I’ve approved the final audio and produced the cover art, so I think we pull the trigger and go.

Busy and not busy. Normal for a Monday. What are you up to?

shade and sweet water,

blaze

West of the Mountains, WA

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Monday. Busy weekend, but good. Touched up the paint in the bathroom. Tweaked the sink to fix a leak. Little things. Mowed. Did a lot of Tai Chi. Got a D&D scratch game for a couple of players tonight, because they were jonesing. Not sure what I’ll throw at them, or if I’ll make it something extendable later. Old group fell apart and we’re still sorting out things for going forward.

It happens. Good table top, in-person, roleplaying games require a healthy balance of personalities, but they also tend to be a socialist/communist adventure. Do you really want the cleric charging you for healing spells? Or requiring that you convert? (How many of your friends would be okay with a Muslim healer in the party, ya know?)

New players have a “blow shit up” phase that they have to get over. Or they don’t turn into old players because folks don’t want to play with them. I have no interest in building some complex story/world, then having the dipshits blow it up a few weeks in.

Collaborative effort. If you only want competition, take up MTG or something else and stop bothering me. Conversely, folks in the SE King County, WA region that wanna play friendly games, feel free to reach out. I know a lot of folks I don’t play with because of timing or distance, but could still hook you up.

New day, new week. End of June. Middle of the year. I’ll finish Marrakesh #4 this week. (32k right now of 40k expected.) Probably write another Beckett Fernsby short story. Then back to the Epic Space Fantasy for a bit.

Looked at the catalog and realized that I need to write a Corsac Fox novel (#4), and a Science Officer (#14) and I have 2024 covered. Hell, I could empty the pantry and fill 2025 if I really wanted to. Need to finish those series as I go. Giles/Taft Station. Shrike. Thorson/Scour. Heather Lau. Plus the current stuff.

Thank you to all the nice folks you have had nice things to say about Derlyth. Planning to add a fourth to the writing list, as he has been well received. And a lot of fun. Halfway point of the year means figure out the back half. And it is always written in pencil, because who the hell expected me to suddenly write Epic Space Fantasy? (No, you didn’t. Stop lying.)

Past that, not a lot. Write, release, rinse, repeat. More words out. More money (hopefully) in.

And a glorious monday to have fun with.

Happy birthday to me. 🙂

shade and sweet water,

blaze

West of the Mountains, WA

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Monsoonerating last night. And Fabulous Publisher Babe™ had to get up at 5m to go into Seattle for a doctor’s appointment. Was planning to get up with her, but I had a ROUGH night, so she told me to roll over and go back to sleep.

Woke up at 7. Still a little exhausted as the second coffee slowly disappears. Or quickly.

Didn’t go play with sharp sticks. Probably a wise and safe choice on my part. Didn’t go out for food. (Newly reopened place down in Enumclaw called The Kettle opens at 6, so I’d have been, but no.)

Starting writing the third Corsac Fox novel this morning. And need to start creating the survey for folks, so I can start sending ebooks as soon as Kickstarter gets all their stuff processed.

Then money. YAY!!!

Finished a story inspired by something the Babe wrote for the upcoming Boundary Shock Quarterly issue (Tramp Freighter Captains). Her story was based on something she wrote for another project. Deeply weird SF.

I spalled off chunks from a variety of inspirations and wrote something that is not horror, but has horroresque elements to it. The Monsters Down Below, with The Deeps being levels of hyperspace where things actually live. Or something.

Sea monsters, at least to the human mind, when filtered through the right cybernetic enhancements.

You’ll get to read it in a few weeks. Not sure if it is a one-off, or something bigger. Didn’t want to write a novel or story #1, so had to find a way to cut it short and I like how it ended.

And it leaves an opening for more things.

Dunno when I’ll circle back. Got too many other things to circle back to, and this is the year where I intentionally cut my productivity from 1.4m words to 1.0. Not quite 30% down, and I’ll probably be closer to 20%, but it takes stress off me, and lets me do other projects, like the new rpg. Or the sewing projects. Or the music.

More of all three coming. Dunno if you folks want to see lyrics instead of stories for the monthly thing. If so, yell. I’m slowly writing the melodies that go with, then figuring out the chords to hand off to English Paul. Fun. And Anti-Stodgy, because duh.

Not a lot past that. Brain’s having fun, working out rpg worlds. One will be medium-high fantasy, and I’m working out the history to that. The other is probably going to be a straight space adventure game (similar to Star Wars d6 from West End, if you are old enough to have played that) in scope. Tramp Freighter Captain and crew, off doing things. Smuggling. Piracy. Active Rebellion. Tomb robbing. Something.

I ^think^ I might base it in the Dominion universe. (Longshot Hypothesis, et al) And maybe write more Valentinian and Dave books. Or stuff in that zone.

The Babe fell in love with Glaxu, and always wants more Mondi stories. And the game works better with aliens (fantasy is just local aliens, so elf, dwarf, etc. translate easy enough). That universe had a lot of open space in which to work, and I’ve played enough SF rpgs over the years.

Cyberpunk is also an option. I might expand Owen and his friends into something as well, depending. The key is creating an engine, and making sure that the engine can handle all sorts of options from the ground up, so that I can plug and play later. (It all makes sense to old gamer nerds like me, so don’t worry if it doesn’t.)

Going forward, you’ll likely hear me talking about those things as well. And maybe writing some more short fiction to expand that space and generate the sorts of setting that is detailed enough for a campaign to work, without being so tight that it locks the game in and leaves Gamemasters without options.

Dunno. Don’t have to solve anything today, because I doubt that I would publish/kickstart the game before late 2024 anyway. Gonna need playtesters and playtest groups (all in person, likely), so if that’s you, or you know folks who might be interested, lemme know.

Past that, Monday. Corsac Fox #3, with many of you getting to finally read #1 in the next month or so. I can’t wait for your reactions.

Shade and sweet water,

b

West of the Mountains, WA

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Background: The Last Stand

[Due to a screwup at my end, this essay wasn’t included in the ebook or print editions released on Jan 10 and nobody realized until someone asked over the weekend. Posting here, and will upload a new copy everywhere this week.]

A while back, there was a discussion on social media about the short-lived TV show Firefly. Half a season of episodes and one movie. Fantastic casting, when you look at the careers of everyone involved, but it died pretty early on the vine, though not without making a major cultural impact.

However…

More recently, unflattering things have come out about the man behind the show. Bad things. Really bad things that I won’t repeat here, but a lot of folks no longer have any respect for the man, myself included.

Part of the original discussion involved the fact that the main character (seen from 20 years later) really is something of an asshole to everyone, because the ^creative genius creator and producer^ did a Marty Stu and put himself directly into the show. In turn. folks asked what that show might have been like without that character, and without that asshole in charge.

Two days later, write-brain hit me with “This is what it looks like…”

Pull out the original main character, and the sidekick and pilot characters suddenly become central. Keep everyone else, but pull a couple of fast gender swaps to end up with a crew that is (technically: the best kind of correct) six females and two males, one of whom is happily married and kept and the other of whom only sleeps with girls he picks up in bars.

For the setting, I also want to gag at people who set things in the post-civil-war United States, especially when we’re supposed to be rooting for the traitors fighting to keep their slaves. I have no doubt that, had the television series gone to season three, our main character would have donned a white hood and turned into a science fiction version of Nathaniel Bedford Forrest. In all the bad ways. Icky. Burning crosses or something equally ^subtle.^

So I had to change things up, if I was going to have fun with this.

First off, I had to change the background of the setting itself.

David Drake (Hammer’s Slammers and many other series) studied a LOT of history and reads Latin in the original to translate Ovid, among other things. His creative style was to take actual historical events and settings and twist them around some for his space opera. I needed to do the same.

For the Last Stand, I started with a review of Napoleonic Europe, but with one, critical, historical difference. Instead of destroying his army invading Russia, he won, conquering the Russian Empire (and functionally all of the European landmass) and eliminating the Russian aristocratic class. Or rather, swapping out most of them, as the serfs didn’t see any difference.

For Tessa, my main character, badass, amazon, warrior babe, I also used Russian history. In her case, I based her on a taller version of (model/actress/etc.) Zhanna Zhumaliyeva. Gorgeous. Kazakh, because in the early part of the nineteenth century, the Russian Empire was pushing south into the Black Sea area and conquering (and often wiping out) all of the tribes and nations that had previously lived there. That formed the basis of the Vlikine.

Similarly, I needed the include a touch of the German Principalities (Altenfeld), mostly because they all got conquered by Napoleon but not absorbed in our history before Wellington and Friends sent the Corsican packing. Twice.

Swiss neutrality got included in a more modern conception of Inleah, where they would happily sell anything to anyone with cash in hand. Always cash upfront. Mercenary to an amoral fault. Tessa’s husband Fin is from Inleah. All he ever wanted to do was fly.

Ergrove is my British Empire, with all the foibles and charm of the original, pushed forward into space and twisted around. Some nice things. Some not so nice things. More accurate, if you will.

Imperial France becomes Lorastir, the then height of culture and sophistication, as Napoleonic France tended to be in those days. Wyatt and Laney both served in the Lorastir army, neither of them in the infantry, if you will, but I won’t spoil some of the surprises coming your way.

There was a character in the television series who was everyone’s favorite, because she was a modern geisha. Educated. Eloquent. Beautiful. The series literally treated her like a whore, abusing her to no end in ways that any woman worth her salt wouldn’t have put up with from any other screen writer.

I got lucky. Way lucky.

As a writer, I have friends. Some are peers. Some are folks I mentor. One of the latter is someone I refer to as Renaissance Babe™ because she’s been a concert pianist, photographer, writer, and had to retire as a nude model when she turned 30 because she had aged out. (dumbasses.)

In Abigail, I created the Players. Geisha as they really were, rather than the fancy prostitutes that western media have since made them out to be. Raconteurs, chefs, musicians. Sex might be on the menu, if they like you, but maybe you hire them to come in and cook an incredible meal, then sit and talk for hours.

Katja was an invaluable resource for creating Abigail, because she has literally been in those situations and could offer expert advice on how to fix things I got initially wrong. I considered it the highest compliment when she told me that she wants to be Abigail when she grows up. Better, she took the concept of the Player, and is working on telling her own set of stories with something similar. Not many people could get all those little details right.

There are no original stories. There are only original takes. New ways to see a character or a setting. I’m utterly thrilled that I have inspired her to go off on this tangent, since my work here was a tangent on the original set of complaints about how badly that television show holds up, twenty years later. (Got watch the first triple episode without the blinkers and get back to me before you comment. You will be appalled at the behavior.)

Finally, the two fugitives. I got what he was doing, but my plan with this series is to not have paranormal abilities running around, just as there won’t be aliens. (That latter is because I don’t need to deal with the extra complexities of colonialism and all the bad things that arise on both sides of that equation. Conscious decision here, so that the stories are human ones.)

I liked the fugitive doctor, but had to twist it. Made him a woman. She rescued her sister, and then bought a pair of identities that list them as husband and wife, because everyone is looking for two women. Constanz and Brianna McLaren.

This lets her hide in plain sight, as it were, while dealing with the fact that she is a woman. And she only ^presents^ as male to hide. She won’t get to be girly all that often, but occasionally it will peek out, as it were.

The sister, Brianna, is described as one of the most beautiful women you will ever encounter, taking her natural beauty and augmenting it. At the same time, they broke her mind. And she has spent years trying to reassemble it with Constanz’s help. And the crew of the Last Stand.

Finally, the series itself.

In my mind, each of these novellas is intended to represent one hour of television time, with commercial breaks. That is, 42 minutes of screen, including opening and closing credits.

Once upon a time, I wrote dramas for the stage. Then I worked on screenplays (I have several, if you have a few million bucks burning a hole in your pocket, btw.).

A screenplay reads as just about one minute of screen for one page of dialogue, depending. When I started writing the original Science Officer books, that was in the back of my mind, because forty minutes of screen works out to roughly 22,000-24,000 words of fiction. Thus, the novella.

The Last Stand are all novellas. Episode #1/Lost Dreams, is longer, but that’s me introducing the world and whole cast in an extra-long episode. So far, with one exception (I have ten in the can), they all come in around 22,000 words, which was my target. Enough story to have a singular conflict and resolve it, plus side stories and details to give it depth.

Better, because I have a large cast, I can focus each story on a different character and really show you who they are. One of my first readers complained about #5 because she understood the situation and agreed with me that Tessa’s solution was perfectly correct, but it irritated her, because the more she thought about it, none of her (First Reader’s) alternatives would work. That means I got her all the way down into the best kind of ethical conundrum, where there are only less-bad solutions to be had.

My (current) plan is to publish one of these stories each month in 2023. That’s twelve episodes, which makes a nice Season One and then lets me take a break and step back. I have some thirty possible plots I could work with, plus whatever I come up with going forward. I have nine of them in the can, as mentioned, and I already know what #11 and #12 will be. (Both circle back to earlier stories and expand them in new, fun ways.)

As with the Science Officer, I don’t know what Season Two will look like. I like to work with novellas at this length because I can write them quickly. With Science Officer, I bumped up to full novels with Season Two, because I wanted to tell bigger stories there. Here? Remains to be seen.

I’m having fun. And my first readers have all noticed the fun. I did not slavishly follow the original run of the television show and movie. In fact, I watched that first triple episode to see what they had done (and how BADLY it held up) so I could create more interesting and in-depth versions of the characters as I twisted them around.

Personally, I’m not sure if the television characters would have ever gotten any great depth to them. The man behind it all appears to be something of a sexist, homophobic, racist punk, if you listen to all the horror stories that have come out. There are stories about him and his buddies have competitions to see who could make a young, new, female writer cry first. Talk about toxic workplace.

Instead, I wanted to create rich people. Deep. Complex. And not cardboard cutouts. Some of the stories are 100% action from bowsprit to sternlights, but some of them are slower burns, diving deep into the ethics of a world where the heroes occasionally have to rob banks. And regularly smuggle illegal goods from place to place.

That’s similar to the world we live in today, when the wealthy have grown their political power desperately out of scale with the economy and the rest of the world. If nothing changes, there will be a terrible collapse at some point, simply because the world can’t handle this imbalance.

So come, join me on an adventure into Hawkwold Sector and follow the crew as they take Last Stand into dark places and light ones, meeting dukes and scoundrels, governors and warlords.

Tessa isn’t about to take any shit, and she’s got a crew full of dangerous friends who will help her out.

The Last Stand.

Shade and sweet water,

b

West of the Mountains, WA

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Monday. A real Monday, even, weird as that might be. Spent the last two driving all day, so I didn’t get to have my normal Monday. Been good so far (the day is early). Got up, went down and got breakfast. Hit the archery range and shot pretty well for missing several weeks in a row. Did some CPL Tai Chi and that’s not all that rusty. Will dig out the sword later and work on those forms.
All in all, trying (TRYING!) to get back to some semblance of normalcy. Really been off track since we started getting ready for Minneapolis. Travel. Return. Travel some more. Home for a while, I hope. Good Lord willing and the creek don’t rise.
Finished the second Corsac Fox novel last week. Like how it turned out. Also started working on the design and setup of the Kickstarter coming in late November. Commissioning some art. Setting tiers, goals, and wishlists. Trying to keep it compact enough that I can learn, but big enough that it could explode.
[Every time you push the publish button—EVERY TIME—there is a chance that you hit the magic number where the book you’ve put out suddenly captures the zeitgeist and explodes. At which point, you better write a bunch more of them, because fans will have demands and expectations. Write things you love, so you can enjoy making a career out of a throwaway, m’kay?]
Also wrote the third Fatima short story. Not as thrilled with it. Mostly I need to go back and amp up the tension. Story is there. Characters are rich. The tension isn’t high enough for the target audience. Middle of the night I woke up with a list of fixes I’ll work on this week.
Did not sleep worth a damn on Saturday night. Woke up Sunday more or less a zombie in many ways. Did write, but that was a newsletter for this week, and a Milestone article for next. Non-fiction, where I can just let back-brain roll downhill and the words will be good enough for when I do have cognitive abilities to fix things.
Then I hit a blank spot. Seriously. It happens. Write too much, and don’t have any deadlines looming in front of me. Or write too many of one thing and can’t immediately figure out what the palate cleanser is.
Those of you who’ve been listening to me for long enough know that I tend to cycle back and forth. Light/dark. Military/pirates. Space/ground. SF/non-SF.
I have written a bunch of space opera lately. Or at least space adventure, between Marrakesh, Corsac Fox, and Last Stand. Needed a break. Wasn’t sure what it was.
Then, on the drive to the range, writer-brain whispered possibly the most dangerous term.
“Derlyth.”
I have two of them done. Just got #2 back from the copy-editor this morning, which was why it was on my mind. Went shooting to practice my zen, as one does, And to let back-brain marinate on concepts.
Derlyth is a fun character, because he is richly deep. Evil, but only somewhat. And forced to deal with certain things because there are lines that he will draw and not cross. (In book two, he had to end up saving a bunch of rich toffs he rather disliked, because his opponent was a servant of true chaos in the vein of Batman’s Joker, intent on sowing chaos and destruction in his wake. Being an imperialist running dog was about as insulting to Derlyth as one could get. And he had to do it, because nobody else could save the world.)
So I’m about to start book three shortly. Writing this first because I needed some time to digest a few notes written earlier and turn them into enough of a plot that I could write an opening. I do write into darkness occasionally, but it works better (faster!) when I have things mostly worked out to some degree. Or at least can get rolling, then let writer-brain work it all out over the course of the next few days.
Looking at the refrigerator, the Derlyth books are scheduled for release in June. My goal is all three of them at once, while also publishing the sixth Last Stand book (tentative title: Emergency!). Reminder to y’all that I’m planning to publish one Last Stand novella each month next year (I have seven of them done and will likely write eight next), plus at least one other thing. It will be Action/Adventure first, then Corsac Fox Book One in April, then Labyrinth in May, Derlyth(*) in June, and SF for the rest of the year, including Kincaide’s War #2, three Marrakesh novels, Corsac Fox Book Two, and another Science Officer in December.
On the back of the napkin, I’m going to put out at least 32 major titles next year, not counting anything short like collections. I’d ask what the hell I thought I was thinking, but I already knew that. Gotta empty the trunk.
Other news!
Okay, reminder that I’m from Kansas originally. We don’t have trees there, not counting hedge apples that mark farming sections. Saturday night, the Fabulous Publisher Babe™ was walking across the yard from the hydroponics and got me up off the couch when she got in to look out the window.
Across the septic field are trees. Lots of them. All kinds (I don’t know trees unless I can identify the fruit, generally). Sitting on a branch, about ten feet up, was an owl. Maybe eighteen inches tall. Brown. Dark, so I couldn’t see all that much, except when the head rotated and twisted.
Kinda cool. I have had owls around here. Probably seen or heard them less than a handful of times, but that’s mostly because my house is built so solidly that I don’t hear things outside. (Not counting Jimmy, when he races right by my bedroom wall at three in the morning, after God knows what.)
Owls have always fascinated me, but it was too dark to take a picture, so you’ll just have to imagine it. Same with the Snowy Owl I saw several years ago, when she swooped up and landed on a roadsign as I was driving at night. Really cool.
More news: I think I will have to now describe the neighborhood horse as migratory. With all that implies. Haven’t found any poop surprises in the yard over the last week, so he might only come down off the hill in the summer. Or something. Never seen him outside of that, going back several years on reflection. So now the fool migrates as well.
How weird are the critters in your neighborhood?
Shade and sweet water,
b
West of the Mountains, WA

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I Art

Had a few conversations recently that got me to thinking about impostor syndrome and how many folks that want to commit art end up holding back.

I know a lot of creatives that can commit all manner of art. Could make money at it. Dunno about a living, because that involves a lot of work, but I started out making $258 my first year selling books.

From there, I decided that I wanted to art for money. As I spoke with various artists, I came to realize how many of them don’t believe that they should be allowed to be successful as artists.

Pardon me, but WTF?

Why are you limiting yourself? Why not at least try?

My first wife was an artist who worked in colored pencil to create lifelike portraits. I turn my head to the right as I type these words and I have a piece she did in 1991 of John Muir, the naturalist.

She’d tried doing commercial art in the 90s and hated it. Mostly, she had to deal with folks wanting her to do create specific pictures as part of advertising. Hated that. Hated people telling her to change things, because she drew it as she saw it.

Instead, she just took commissions from folks to turn one of their photographs into a poster-sized drawing. Enjoyed that. I have a number of her pieces, and the step-daughters have all the remaining originals and prints at this point.

But that was the old days. Today, she might be able to sell her art on-line. Maybe even make money.

For writers, there used to be a precisely specific pattern one was supposed to follow. First, you wrote short stories and submitted them to the lower-end magazines in your genre. Eventually, your rejections would get more personal, with suggestions. Finally, they would buy things. You worked your way up the food chain slowly.

From there, you sold more and more, making a name for yourself. Maybe winning awards.

Then you wrote a novel and looked for an agent to represent you with the traditional publishing houses. (Back when there might have been hundreds, instead of the remaining handful.)

Eventually, you’d get some sort of deal. Advance. Royalties, maybe. Fame.

Today, I know lots of folks that still think that is the only way to do it. They’re wrong, but they don’t generally want to hear that.

That world is gone.

I write. Publish. Write the next thing. I have been struck by lightning twice, but I have also worked my ass off at committing art, to the point that I have fans willing to buy books as soon as I put something up for preorder, sight unseen. To support me on Patreon. To tell their friends about me.

It can be done. You can do it.

It bothers me that I keep running into people who have the potential. And the desire. Except that when asked, they explain to me that they’re not good enough to art.

Seriously? How the hell would you know? Have you tried? Or are you listening to one of your parents, thirty or fifty years later, tell you that you aren’t good enough? (I know a few horror stories about New York Times Bestselling authors who still got that from a parent. Ugh.)

Why do you not commit art? What holds you back from putting it out there and making money from it? I’m not promising lots of money, but we all started with nothing. You will, too. And maybe get struck by lightning.

I had dreams, and a couple of friends or coworkers who might toss $5 in on a lark just because. Hell, I sold early collections off my desk at work more than once.

If you can art, why don’t you? It used to be that costs to get your art out there might be utterly prohibitive, which was why you needed a publisher. Or a gallery. Or a record label.

I’m a few weeks from releasing my first single, recorded as Ward and Rogers, because Paul and I are having fun creating music. My friend Toby just released another single this week. He tours and gigs relentlessly. He wants it. (Inspires me, too, when I hear those voices telling me to stay in bed today.)

Why don’t you? What’s holding you back from writing, drawing, (and/)or recording?

I think that most of you would be happier if you took that risk and put yourself out there. There will always be trolls, but you ignore the assholes and you’ll find fans. I get emails from readers thanking me for some of the things I write. Awesome reviews. (And a few assholes, but we ignore him, except to laugh that he will eventually buy every book I release AT FULL PRICE in order to give me a one star review complaining that my female characters should have been naked bimbos. Seriously.)

Ignore the trolls.

What art do you have in your soul? This is the time when the world needs more art. More entertainment. People are getting to the level monsters at the ends of the various streaming services, and looking for things to make them smile.

Why isn’t that you?

None of my books make me rich. None of them. All of them combined into a thing called a Catalog makes me a nice, middle class living where I don’t ever have to put on pants in the morning or commute to somebody else’s office.

I want to art. I want you to art.

What will it take for you to get past that voice whispering in your ear, so that you decide to art?

And how do we get you there?

Season Two: A Sneak Peek

So the first eight Science Officer books cover one complete arc of long story story, broken into a number of pieces. When I was done with Hammerfield, I needed a break, because I had told Javier’s story the way I wanted, but always knew that there was more out there. (I have extensive notes on more, so never fear.)

After 8, Javier’s world had changed some, as all of you are by now aware, so I needed to take a different look at things before starting what I called “Season Two.” The result was Book 9 (The Bryce Connection), which is a collection of four short stories introducing new characters, as well as letting some of the others get more screen time and development.

Then I wrote the first of Season Two: The Alien Suns. That is Book 10 (Alien Seas) and is the first novel in the series. From here, I plan on them all being novels. Self-contained so you don’t have to worry about cliff hangars, unless I split 16 & 17 when I get there, like I did 7 & 8.

So far, so good. Even threw in the first ‘Mina Teague novella, and everything is coming out on December 10.

However, I got contacted by Planet Bob, asking if I had any novels that could go into a Space Opera storybundle and offered him Alien Seas as an exclusive, several weeks before anyone could get it anywhere else. (In fact, the pre-order period ends on the same day as the bundle does, so everyone else will be able to read it by then.)

This is your chance to read Alien Seas before anyone else. It helps if you’ve read the first eight, but I think you’d be able to have fun with the story directly without. You’d just be missing a whole raft of inside jokes that will make old time fans giggle when they encounter them. And 9 sets things up by providing backstories for the new characters you’ll meet, but they are all there on the page.

And, because this is a Storybundle, you can get a whole bunch of other novels for one cheap price. Pay what you want for the first four novels, but if you put in at least $15 US, you’ll get all ten, including five exclusives, meaning not available anywhere else.

That’s me, Leah R Cutter, Dean Wesley Smith, Ron Collins, and Planet Bob himself. Nowhere else.

Treat yourself to an early turkey day treat, or maybe get them now and then save them for Xmas day. Or not. Normally, it’s worth holding off, but this is 2020, and you deserve something special that puts a smile on your face. God knows we all do.

So go look at this fantastic Space Opera storybundle and plunk down your money. You will be excited, entertained, and everything else that comes with really good science fiction space opera.

And hurry, because as always, this is a limited time offer.

NaNoWriMo Check-in

I don’t do NaNo, which is the National Novel Writing Month. Everyone participating is aiming for a goal of writing a 50,000 word novel in November, which is a fantastic goal for most writers. In the old days, Traditional Publishing (aka New York City) only let you publish one novel per year. I know a number of folks from that world who have multiple pennames as a result. One for fantasy. One for science fiction. One for mystery. Etc. They wrote fast then, but the system wasn’t prepared to handle it.

But pulp writing goes back, obviously, to the pulp era. There used to be hundreds of different magazines, in every conceivable genre, needing new material every month. Writers working those periodicals would work all day, frequently finishing a story at 4:30pm and putting a new piece of paper into the typewriter and starting the next story.

In those days, you could make a living selling short fiction at a penny a word if you were lucky. These days, you’d need to put 4-6 short stories into print every month in order to maintain any sort of income, and there are far fewer professionally-paying markets these days to support you.

But you can write and publish Indie. Create your own company. Do your own covers and marketing copy. Publish your stories.

You are responsible for your own career. People I respect remind me of that on a regular basis.

For me, that means I can write fast, publish regularly, and make a pretty decent living. Without ever having to put on pants if I don’t want to.

A friend was teasing me the other day that I was spending too much time on social media because I was sharing some silly things designed to make people laugh. I had to remind him that I had finished October having written just over 1.2 million words for the year, which included eleven novels and forty-four stories of less-than-novel-length. (Anything under 40k, as it were.)

In those old days, you had strict rules you lived by if you wanted a tradpub career. Those days are gone.

In October, I finished the month with 125,610 words written. I plan on replicating that in November and December, because I’m not traveling anywhere for the holidays this year. (Obviously, right?) Instead of NaNoWriMo, I might write two shorter novels in November. Maybe 45k each. And some other things. Who knows.

I woke up this morning and started a novel, but only because I had finished two more Gunderson SF Crime stories in the last few days and my original goal had been fourteen novels this year and forty shorts. The weirdest part was that writer-brain wasn’t sure what we were writing.

It happens. Not writer-block but story-block. Usually I shift around until I find the thing that makes writer-brain happy and run with it. This morning, I walked slowly through the list of open series I had out there, but none of them were happy-making.

Finally, the answer was “tired of science fiction.” Weird, but okay, I can deal with that. Have some sword and sorcery fantasy. Have some urban fantasy. Have some other things. Stepped through those and writer-brain lit on the next Shrike The Orque novel. (No, I got no clue.)

Blueberry is a short chopped out of the novella Rebels. Wrote both in about 2014, give or take. When I switched to primarily writing SF, all that kind of went fallow. However, I did write a follow-on novel to Rebels in 2018. It cliff-hangared hard at the end, so I couldn’t just publish it without writing the rest of the story arc. Apparently, I have started today.

Barely remember how it ended, so I pulled up the doc and read the last four chapters this morning, just to remember where the hell I was. (That was 35 novels ago, give or take.) Then I picked up the thread and started moving forward. I remember the wider arc I was planning, and have noted, but those notes were maybe ten lines to span two full novels of stuff, most of which was book four and how the final quest ended.

So, technically, I started a novel this morning along with everyone else doing NaNo, however weird that is. Mostly timing, because once I hit pace I will finish this novel in about 12 days, with other things thrown in on the side for reasons. Not sure if I will just write both of them back to back, or insert something between, but apparently I am writing sword and sorcery fantasy right now to round out the year.

Weirder things have happened, ya know.

What are you folks working on for NaNo?