Sorry guys. For various reasons, I have slept about three hours. I’m going back to bed, but I have a book out this week, so I’ll do that.
Lewis and Clark in the Arcane Territories
Kevin J. Anderson
Sarah A. Hoyt
When Halley’s Comet was destroyed above our Earth in May, 1759, so was our old way of life, along with the natural science I had studied so intently. The Sundering did just as its name suggests: it sundered the Old World from the New. Read more
So today I was reading an article on how publishing and its sensitivity readers, and its “non cultural appropriation” editors have stifled literary creativity and turned storytelling into a hellish post-apocalyptic landscape in which nothing grows, and certainly not imagination or feeling.
I was reading and sort of nodding along — sort of? well, they seem to think that traditional publishing is the only game in town, when they decided it was time to establish their intellectual superiority.
When I was a young writer (sung to the tune of “when he was a young warthog”) and we rented our first house, the landlord who was maybe all of five years older than us (maybe 28) asked my profession.
Since at the time I did not have a job, I told him none. He asked me what I did all day, and my husband told him I wrote novels. The landlord insisted on putting down “writer” as my profession, which embarrassed me mortally, since I didn’t think I was one/hadn’t done anything to deserve being called that. Or at least so I thought. Read more
In real life I’m a weirdly wired person, one of those who, in the time of hunter gatherers would have been called “sabertooth lunch.” By which I mean I run towards that which scares me. (This almost killed me a couple of times. But it might have saved my life another couple of times. So on the whole it’s neutral.)
In writing OTOH I’m the greatest wuss that ever lived. Oh, not about writing death and blood and violence. I can do those, though I’m just learning to write them well. About writing emotion.
Oh, hi. I’ve been busy trying to make my life more rational and ordered (also battling a massive cold, but that’s something else) which means, of course, I forgot it was Wednesday.
All things considered it could be worse. I might not have remembered till the evening.
Let’s talk about … ah… ordered creativity.
Like most of you when I was young and stupid — two conditions that often go together — I believed creativity was special, a touch of the muses, a kiss of the divine, and I only worked when I felt it. Read more
Death Becomes Her: Writing About Death
by Out of the Darkness
One of the hardest things to write about for a lot of writers is death scenes. This is understandable, because it’s an uncomfortable topic in life and not one that most people deal with up close and personal. However, if you write fiction, your characters are going to encounter it. The death of a loved one, be it on the battlefield or at home, is a great motivation for your character to act. The act of caring for a dying family member or friend is hard and pushes characters to examine who they are. So for those of you who aren’t often on the front lines, this post is to help you know what your character will experience a bit better. Read more
Sorry I’m so late with this. I’m on prednisone (not for the first time, but it’s stronger this time) which means I have to watch every word because they twist around in unpredictable ways. For instance elsewhere instead of unscented deodorizer, I found myself typing deodorized unscenter. It kind of works, but dear lord. You read it here first, Prednisone makes you alien.
So I promised to bring my posts on beginning a story to point with a general “how to start this type of story.” Read more