Phil Giunta's Blog, page 78
November 26, 2014
Somewhere in the Middle of Eternity in now available on Kindle!
Our new anthology,
Somewhere in the Middle of Eternity, is now available for Kindle
! Thirteen stories of science fiction, fantasy, and the paranormal for the affordable price of $2.99!
In eternity, all stories are timeless.
Devastated by war, a young couple finds healing through the intervention of a magical fox...
A man obsessed with a burlesque dancer discovers she may not be the beauty she seemed from afar...
Desperate to save his dying wife, an exiled scientist makes a discovery that could change the fate of a galaxy...
An Irishman finally confronts the specter of death that has tormented him since childhood...
An ex-con's hearing aid picks up a vintage radio show that never aired, leading her to a confrontation with the unexpected...
These are but a few of the imaginative tales awaiting you within these pages as chronicled by Daniel Patrick Corcoran, Michael Critzer, Phil Giunta, Amanda Headlee, Susanna Reilly, Stuart S. Roth, Steven H. Wilson and Lance Woods.
In eternity, all stories are timeless.
Devastated by war, a young couple finds healing through the intervention of a magical fox...
A man obsessed with a burlesque dancer discovers she may not be the beauty she seemed from afar...
Desperate to save his dying wife, an exiled scientist makes a discovery that could change the fate of a galaxy...
An Irishman finally confronts the specter of death that has tormented him since childhood...
An ex-con's hearing aid picks up a vintage radio show that never aired, leading her to a confrontation with the unexpected...
These are but a few of the imaginative tales awaiting you within these pages as chronicled by Daniel Patrick Corcoran, Michael Critzer, Phil Giunta, Amanda Headlee, Susanna Reilly, Stuart S. Roth, Steven H. Wilson and Lance Woods.
November 21, 2014
About This Writing Stuff...
This week, Jami Gold presents two helpful articles on research while Nancy Cohen exorcises those vexing gerunds. James Scott Bell examines whether self-publishing is suitable for literary fiction. The Sarcastic Muse takes us back to basics on conflict and punctuation. Digital Book World's Beth Bacon offers a three-part series on book promotion techniques.
All that and a bit more. Enjoy!
Nook Launches Audiobook App for Android by Digital Book World
Burying the Hachette: eBook Pricing Feud Finished by Danny O. Snow
6 Steps to Researching a Story by Tracy L. Ward via Jami Gold
Diversity in Writing: Researching Characters by Melinda Primrose via Jami Gold
Gerunds be Gone by Nancy J. Cohen
Literary Fiction and Self-Publishing by James Scott Bell
Writing 101: Conflict by Chris Musgrave
Phonetic Punctuation: How Do You Hear Punctuation Marks in Your Writing? by Michelle Mueller
Beth Bacon's "Book Marketing That Works Today" Series
Part One: Book Reviews
Part Two: Email Promotions
Part Three: Ignore the Expensive Launch
All that and a bit more. Enjoy!
Nook Launches Audiobook App for Android by Digital Book World
Burying the Hachette: eBook Pricing Feud Finished by Danny O. Snow
6 Steps to Researching a Story by Tracy L. Ward via Jami Gold
Diversity in Writing: Researching Characters by Melinda Primrose via Jami Gold
Gerunds be Gone by Nancy J. Cohen
Literary Fiction and Self-Publishing by James Scott Bell
Writing 101: Conflict by Chris Musgrave
Phonetic Punctuation: How Do You Hear Punctuation Marks in Your Writing? by Michelle Mueller
Beth Bacon's "Book Marketing That Works Today" Series
Part One: Book Reviews
Part Two: Email Promotions
Part Three: Ignore the Expensive Launch
November 19, 2014
Book Review: A Gift from Earth by Larry Niven
Centuries ago, a series of ramrobot probes had been launched from Earth. One happened to land on a world that would soon become known as Mount Lookitthat. By sheer luck, the probe touched down on the Plateau, a mountain that loomed above the toxic gases that permeate the entire planet. After receiving the probe's telemetry, two slowboats arrived carrying colonists. To their dismay, the Plateau was the only habitable landmass on the planet. Worse, it was smaller than anticipated, roughly half the size of California, but the slowboats had been designed for a one-way trip. Thus, the humans had little choice but to settle there.
At the time, it had been agreed upon that the crews of the Planck and Arthur Clarke would become the rulers of the colony. The Plateau was then divided into territories with the crew residing on Alpha Plateau and the colonists on Beta, Delta, Gamma, and Iota. Both slowboats had been refitted as additional space for the enormous Hospital constructed on Alpha Plateau. It was from the Hospital that the crew governed Mount Lookitthat. The slowboats had also been converted for use as power plants for the entire colony.
Over the course of three centuries, a caste system evolved. Descendants of the crew (the upper-class) looked at the colonists with disdain. Few colonists ever stepped foot on Alpha Plateau unless they required medical treatment--or were sentenced to death. Capital punishment on Mount Lookitthat entailed the harvesting the accused's vital organs. The rest of the body was cremated. There was simply no space for burials on Mount Lookitthat.
The organ banks quickly became an instrument of fear and allowed a dictatorship to form, as well as a resistance group called the Sons of Earth led by Harry Kane and Jayhawk Hood. For years, they had tried and failed to form a revolution against the government...until Matthew Keller entered the scene. A miner from Delta Plateau, Keller never quite understood the usual psychic ability he possessed that made people suddenly forget he was right in front of them.
When Keller is invited to a party at Jay Hood's house, he finds himself thrust into the middle of chaos when the home is raided by the special police force known as Implementation under the leadership of the ruthless Jesus Pietro Castro. Several members of the Sons of Earth are captured and taken to the Hospital to be executed. With fear triggering his mental ability, Keller manages to escape unnoticed, but finds himself hunted by Castro. Will Keller be able to rescue his friends from the Hospital and assist them in a revolution against Castro and the crew?
I found A Gift from Earth to be a fun read in a unique milieu, but awkward sentence structures and occasional clumsy wording made it seem like an early draft rather than a final, polished work. Matthew Keller's character arc was strong, and Castro was refreshingly well-developed as the antagonist with internal monologues, foibles, and fears. The supporting characters of Kane, Hood, and others were mostly two-dimensional and changed little from beginning to end.
Next up, one of Larry Niven's most critically acclaimed novels, Protector.
At the time, it had been agreed upon that the crews of the Planck and Arthur Clarke would become the rulers of the colony. The Plateau was then divided into territories with the crew residing on Alpha Plateau and the colonists on Beta, Delta, Gamma, and Iota. Both slowboats had been refitted as additional space for the enormous Hospital constructed on Alpha Plateau. It was from the Hospital that the crew governed Mount Lookitthat. The slowboats had also been converted for use as power plants for the entire colony.
Over the course of three centuries, a caste system evolved. Descendants of the crew (the upper-class) looked at the colonists with disdain. Few colonists ever stepped foot on Alpha Plateau unless they required medical treatment--or were sentenced to death. Capital punishment on Mount Lookitthat entailed the harvesting the accused's vital organs. The rest of the body was cremated. There was simply no space for burials on Mount Lookitthat.
The organ banks quickly became an instrument of fear and allowed a dictatorship to form, as well as a resistance group called the Sons of Earth led by Harry Kane and Jayhawk Hood. For years, they had tried and failed to form a revolution against the government...until Matthew Keller entered the scene. A miner from Delta Plateau, Keller never quite understood the usual psychic ability he possessed that made people suddenly forget he was right in front of them.
When Keller is invited to a party at Jay Hood's house, he finds himself thrust into the middle of chaos when the home is raided by the special police force known as Implementation under the leadership of the ruthless Jesus Pietro Castro. Several members of the Sons of Earth are captured and taken to the Hospital to be executed. With fear triggering his mental ability, Keller manages to escape unnoticed, but finds himself hunted by Castro. Will Keller be able to rescue his friends from the Hospital and assist them in a revolution against Castro and the crew?
I found A Gift from Earth to be a fun read in a unique milieu, but awkward sentence structures and occasional clumsy wording made it seem like an early draft rather than a final, polished work. Matthew Keller's character arc was strong, and Castro was refreshingly well-developed as the antagonist with internal monologues, foibles, and fears. The supporting characters of Kane, Hood, and others were mostly two-dimensional and changed little from beginning to end.
Next up, one of Larry Niven's most critically acclaimed novels, Protector.
November 11, 2014
Bucks County Writers Showcase - December 6
I will be joined by fellow writers Kathryn Craft, Amanda Headlee, and Sue Reilly for this fantastic event!
Bucks County Writers Showcase
IQnection is pleased to support local Bucks County writers. On December 6th from 10am-2pm we will be hosting a Bucks County Writers Showcase event at our office on Ferry Road. Over 25 local authors will be on hand with their books to help you finish your holiday shopping.
10:00am - 2:00pm we will be open for you to meet local authors and purchase books for gifts or for your own enjoyment.
Shop for your holiday gifts and support local authors!November 5, 2014
Do You Have the Write Stuff?
As conference chair, I am proud to announce a sneak peek at the 22nd annual Write Stuff writers conference running March 26-28, 2015 at the Best Western hotel in Bethlehem, PA! The Write Stuff is sponsored by the Greater Lehigh Valley Writers Group (GLVWG).
Our keynote speaker and workshop instructor is the best-selling writer and founder of WANA International, Kristen Lamb!
Additionally, we are proud to have an amazing cadre of talented scribes leading various sessions on all aspects of writing, publishing, podcasting, and book marketing.
Some of our presenters include Michael Jan Friedman, Donna Beckley Galanti, Aaron Rosenberg, Richard White, Steven H. Wilson, editor Chris Richards, Curtis J. Smith, Geoff Gehman, and GLVWG members Bart Palamaro and Becky Bartlett. We will be adding more presenters, editors, and agents in the coming weeks.
Click here for more info! Bookmark our site and check back often. Thank you!
Our keynote speaker and workshop instructor is the best-selling writer and founder of WANA International, Kristen Lamb!
Additionally, we are proud to have an amazing cadre of talented scribes leading various sessions on all aspects of writing, publishing, podcasting, and book marketing.
Some of our presenters include Michael Jan Friedman, Donna Beckley Galanti, Aaron Rosenberg, Richard White, Steven H. Wilson, editor Chris Richards, Curtis J. Smith, Geoff Gehman, and GLVWG members Bart Palamaro and Becky Bartlett. We will be adding more presenters, editors, and agents in the coming weeks.
Click here for more info! Bookmark our site and check back often. Thank you!
November 1, 2014
A Successful Signing at Moravian Bookshop!
A fabulous time was had this afternoon at our anthology signing at Moravian Bookshop in historic Bethlehem, PA! Energy was high and the turnout was wonderful!
An Amazing Signing at Moravian Bookshop!
A fabulous time was had this afternoon at our anthology signing at Moravian Bookshop in historic Bethlehem, PA! Energy was high and the turnout was wonderful!
October 27, 2014
Flash Fiction Friday - "Call Me Sam"
Happy
Halloween
!
!
Our latest flash fiction tale comes from Steven H. Wilson --award-winning fiction author, publisher, podcaster. I've known Steve for over 20 years. To me, he is a mentor, a friend, a brother. Both of my paranormal mystery novels and my latest anthology were released through Steve's publishing imprint, Firebringer Press . He is the founder of Prometheus Radio Theatre and co-founder of Farpoint, a long-running annual SF convention in Maryland.
Steve is the the creator of the Mark Time and Parsec Award-winning podcast series The Arbiter Chronicles, as well as the author of two novels spawned by the series Taken Liberty and Unfriendly Persuasion . He is also the author of Peace Lord of the Red Planet and three short stories for the ReDeus series from Crazy 8 Press. He has written for DC Comics and Starlog, and is publisher for the Maryland-based Firebringer Press, whose seventh and latest book, Somewhere in the Middle of Eternity, collects tales of science fiction, fantasy and the paranormal by Mid-Atlantic authors.
Call Me Sam
by Steven H. Wilson
The first card says this poor guy has cancer. Yeah, they gave me 3x5 cards. Like it's 1968 or something. "Just go by the script," they said.
I go by the script. It doesn't go well.
"I won't go." He folds his ghostly arms and sits down on his own dead body.
Sounds a little weird, right? Sits on his own dead body? Ghostly arms? 3x5 cards?
Yesterday, I was another dumb, suburban kid. My biggest worries were that I just failed a French test, that my mom and dad were going to repop my license, that I had a big date coming up.
This morning, I find out I'm not human. I'm an otherworldly being in a teenage boy's body. I work for an outfit slightly bigger than the Board of Education, though maybe, given the 3x5 cards, with a slightly lower budget.
My new supervisor, Supreme General Ball of Light (or whatever), possesses my Trig teacher. Light spilling out his eyes, Dolby Surround voice, the works. And the whole class freezes. Even the screen saver on the teacher's laptop stops moving.
He tells me to stop the humanity crap and get to work. First pickup is at the hospital. Take this stupid little plastic file box.
I protest. He waves his hand. I'm no longer in school. I'm in the hospital room of a terminal cancer patient. About 45. Could be one of my friends' dads. He's dying, like now. I read him the introductory card, which says I'm here to collect his soul.
Think you're lost? Imagine how I feel.
"Screw you, kid. I'm not going with you," says Mr. Arms-Crossed-Almost-Dead-Guy.
What the hell do I do?
I ask, "Would you, uh, like to speak to my supervisor or something?"
"Are you kidding?"
I flip the cards. The next one comes up blank, then words appear:
You have no supervisor.
There's no appeal.
And:
You're on your own, kid.
I tell him. "I didn't ask for this job. I was just sorta... put here with these cards."
"Great. They send a rookie. Could be worse. At least you speak English."
"I'm sorry about your, um, death. My aunt died of cancer."
"You have relatives? Aren't you a demon or something?"
"I don't know exactly. I'm just supposed to, um, claim your soul?"
God, it sounds creepy, doesn't it? Like I'm some kinda pervy spiritual rapist.
He laughs, but it's, like, edged with hysteria. "And where do you take my soul, Junior?"
"Um," I look at the next index card.
That's not your department.
"That's bullshit!" I say, showing it to him.
The next card says, The Boss doesn't like swearing.
There's a horrible sound, like a lawn mower trying to start in Hell. It's coming from his body. It starts to lurch and shake. It's trying to draw breath.
He looks down. "Holy shit."
Hospital staff rush in. One runs right through me. Weird. They don't see.
"You're dying," I say. "You should come with me."
"Maybe they'll revive me. What then?"
The next card: Not Happening. Tell him he doesn't want to be with his body when it dies.
I tell him.
"Why?" he asks.
Trust me, says the card.
He doesn't trust me. He says. "This is my body. Do you understand? This is my life." Like a snowman melting in time-release, he disappears back into the wildly shaking body, the dying thing on the bed.
He shrieks. The soul shrieks. It's --no, I can't describe it. A soul shrieking is not like... anything. Hearing it is the worst pain I've ever felt.
"Jesus," I mutter.
As if I had Bluetooth, there's a little click in my ear, and the sound of a ringing phone. A voice says, "Hey, it's Josh. You know what to do." Then there's a beep.
"Sorry," I say to the voice mail. "Wrong number."
The hell? I've got speed dial to Heaven? Was that--?
From the place the shrieks came-- I don't know where that is--the soul calls out, "Kid, please! Save me!"
"What do I do?" I ask.
The card says, Go in and get him. Just jump.
"I can't."
Unless you pull him out, to him, seconds of death will be an eternity of pain and suffering.
"What? Why would you let that happen?"
I didn't. I sent you.
He calls out for me again, and, frightened as I am, I can't ignore a soul in torment. It's not in me. I look at his body, and, stupid as it feels, I jump.
No more hospital. I jump... into him. Into his personal valley of death.
What's it like?
I don't wanna talk about it. Let's just say that I find him, grab his ghostly hand, pull him out. I lift him in spiritual arms so strong I can't believe they're mine, and I carry him out.
In daylight, in the park beside the hospital, he sobs on my shoulder.
"It's all right," I tell him. "I'm here. It's gonna be okay."
He looks up at me. First time he's looked at me, really. Before he was angry. Just kinda looking through me and past me. I guess all he saw was a dumb kid in ripped jeans and a hoodie that his mom paid too much for.
Now, you can tell by his eyes, he sees something else.
"You're beautiful," he tells me.
I'm embarrassed. "It's mostly special effects."
"Thanks for getting me out of there."
"Don't mention it. Come on. I'll take you home."
I take his hand, like he was a little boy. A little lost soul. I lead him up.
"Are you—really—an angel?" he asks me.
Good question.
Yeah. I guess I so. It's actually on the first card taped to the lid of my plastic file box.
Samael. Level 5. Accuser, seducer, destroyer. Angel of Death.
"Hey," I say to him. "Why don't you just call me Sam?"
Our latest flash fiction tale comes from Steven H. Wilson --award-winning fiction author, publisher, podcaster. I've known Steve for over 20 years. To me, he is a mentor, a friend, a brother. Both of my paranormal mystery novels and my latest anthology were released through Steve's publishing imprint, Firebringer Press . He is the founder of Prometheus Radio Theatre and co-founder of Farpoint, a long-running annual SF convention in Maryland.
Steve is the the creator of the Mark Time and Parsec Award-winning podcast series The Arbiter Chronicles, as well as the author of two novels spawned by the series Taken Liberty and Unfriendly Persuasion . He is also the author of Peace Lord of the Red Planet and three short stories for the ReDeus series from Crazy 8 Press. He has written for DC Comics and Starlog, and is publisher for the Maryland-based Firebringer Press, whose seventh and latest book, Somewhere in the Middle of Eternity, collects tales of science fiction, fantasy and the paranormal by Mid-Atlantic authors.
Call Me Sam
by Steven H. Wilson
The first card says this poor guy has cancer. Yeah, they gave me 3x5 cards. Like it's 1968 or something. "Just go by the script," they said.
I go by the script. It doesn't go well.
"I won't go." He folds his ghostly arms and sits down on his own dead body.
Sounds a little weird, right? Sits on his own dead body? Ghostly arms? 3x5 cards?
Yesterday, I was another dumb, suburban kid. My biggest worries were that I just failed a French test, that my mom and dad were going to repop my license, that I had a big date coming up.
This morning, I find out I'm not human. I'm an otherworldly being in a teenage boy's body. I work for an outfit slightly bigger than the Board of Education, though maybe, given the 3x5 cards, with a slightly lower budget.
My new supervisor, Supreme General Ball of Light (or whatever), possesses my Trig teacher. Light spilling out his eyes, Dolby Surround voice, the works. And the whole class freezes. Even the screen saver on the teacher's laptop stops moving.
He tells me to stop the humanity crap and get to work. First pickup is at the hospital. Take this stupid little plastic file box.
I protest. He waves his hand. I'm no longer in school. I'm in the hospital room of a terminal cancer patient. About 45. Could be one of my friends' dads. He's dying, like now. I read him the introductory card, which says I'm here to collect his soul.
Think you're lost? Imagine how I feel.
"Screw you, kid. I'm not going with you," says Mr. Arms-Crossed-Almost-Dead-Guy.
What the hell do I do?
I ask, "Would you, uh, like to speak to my supervisor or something?"
"Are you kidding?"
I flip the cards. The next one comes up blank, then words appear:
You have no supervisor.
There's no appeal.
And:
You're on your own, kid.
I tell him. "I didn't ask for this job. I was just sorta... put here with these cards."
"Great. They send a rookie. Could be worse. At least you speak English."
"I'm sorry about your, um, death. My aunt died of cancer."
"You have relatives? Aren't you a demon or something?"
"I don't know exactly. I'm just supposed to, um, claim your soul?"
God, it sounds creepy, doesn't it? Like I'm some kinda pervy spiritual rapist.
He laughs, but it's, like, edged with hysteria. "And where do you take my soul, Junior?"
"Um," I look at the next index card.
That's not your department.
"That's bullshit!" I say, showing it to him.
The next card says, The Boss doesn't like swearing.
There's a horrible sound, like a lawn mower trying to start in Hell. It's coming from his body. It starts to lurch and shake. It's trying to draw breath.
He looks down. "Holy shit."
Hospital staff rush in. One runs right through me. Weird. They don't see.
"You're dying," I say. "You should come with me."
"Maybe they'll revive me. What then?"
The next card: Not Happening. Tell him he doesn't want to be with his body when it dies.
I tell him.
"Why?" he asks.
Trust me, says the card.
He doesn't trust me. He says. "This is my body. Do you understand? This is my life." Like a snowman melting in time-release, he disappears back into the wildly shaking body, the dying thing on the bed.
He shrieks. The soul shrieks. It's --no, I can't describe it. A soul shrieking is not like... anything. Hearing it is the worst pain I've ever felt.
"Jesus," I mutter.
As if I had Bluetooth, there's a little click in my ear, and the sound of a ringing phone. A voice says, "Hey, it's Josh. You know what to do." Then there's a beep.
"Sorry," I say to the voice mail. "Wrong number."
The hell? I've got speed dial to Heaven? Was that--?
From the place the shrieks came-- I don't know where that is--the soul calls out, "Kid, please! Save me!"
"What do I do?" I ask.
The card says, Go in and get him. Just jump.
"I can't."
Unless you pull him out, to him, seconds of death will be an eternity of pain and suffering.
"What? Why would you let that happen?"
I didn't. I sent you.
He calls out for me again, and, frightened as I am, I can't ignore a soul in torment. It's not in me. I look at his body, and, stupid as it feels, I jump.
No more hospital. I jump... into him. Into his personal valley of death.
What's it like?
I don't wanna talk about it. Let's just say that I find him, grab his ghostly hand, pull him out. I lift him in spiritual arms so strong I can't believe they're mine, and I carry him out.
In daylight, in the park beside the hospital, he sobs on my shoulder.
"It's all right," I tell him. "I'm here. It's gonna be okay."
He looks up at me. First time he's looked at me, really. Before he was angry. Just kinda looking through me and past me. I guess all he saw was a dumb kid in ripped jeans and a hoodie that his mom paid too much for.
Now, you can tell by his eyes, he sees something else.
"You're beautiful," he tells me.
I'm embarrassed. "It's mostly special effects."
"Thanks for getting me out of there."
"Don't mention it. Come on. I'll take you home."
I take his hand, like he was a little boy. A little lost soul. I lead him up.
"Are you—really—an angel?" he asks me.
Good question.
Yeah. I guess I so. It's actually on the first card taped to the lid of my plastic file box.
Samael. Level 5. Accuser, seducer, destroyer. Angel of Death.
"Hey," I say to him. "Why don't you just call me Sam?"
October 26, 2014
Chiller Theatre Autograph Show and Genre Convention
A wonderful day at
Chiller Theatre
autograph show and genre convention in Parsippany, NJ!
Above: With the lovely Trini Alvarado (The Frighteners, Satisfaction, Little Women, etc)!
Above: With Joel Hodgson, creator of Mystery Science Theatre 3000, and Tom Servo!
Above: With Terri Garr (Young Frankenstein, Star Trek, Close Encounters of the Third Kind, etc)!
Above: With Peter Robbins, the voice of Charlie Brown (It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown and A Charlie Brown Christmas)!
Above: With Yaphet Kotto (Alien, Running Man, Live and Let Die, etc.)!!!
Above: With the lovely Trini Alvarado (The Frighteners, Satisfaction, Little Women, etc)!
Above: With Joel Hodgson, creator of Mystery Science Theatre 3000, and Tom Servo!
Above: With Terri Garr (Young Frankenstein, Star Trek, Close Encounters of the Third Kind, etc)!
Above: With Peter Robbins, the voice of Charlie Brown (It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown and A Charlie Brown Christmas)!
Above: With Yaphet Kotto (Alien, Running Man, Live and Let Die, etc.)!!!
October 24, 2014
About This Writing Stuff....
This week, David Gaughran and Joe Konrath have some advice for Authors United while Kobo's president tweets out against Amazon.
In a recently discovered essay, Isaac Asimov expounds on what it takes to be truly creative. Amanda Headlee describes the pros and cons of Deus Ex Machina, Robyn LaRue offers planning tips for pantsers, and Chris Musgrave and Jody Hedlund get into character.
All that, and a little more. Enjoy!
Kobo President Michael Tamblyn: Indie Authors Are on Amazon's Hit List by Digital Book World
Looking for Great Free (SF & Fantasy) Fiction? Check Out These Online Magazines by Michelle Mueller
Deus Ex Machina by Amanda Headlee
Planning for Pantsers by Robyn LaRue
Never-Before-Published Isaac Asimov Essay Reveals the Secret to True Creativity by Sarah Gray
Author Stalks Anonymous Blogger Who Gave Her a 1-Star Review by Eric Gloria Ryan
What's Next for Authors United? by David Gaughran
More Advice to Authors United by Joe Konrath
Writing 101: Character Creation by Chris Musgrave
Planting Minor Characters with Purpose by Jody Hedlund
In a recently discovered essay, Isaac Asimov expounds on what it takes to be truly creative. Amanda Headlee describes the pros and cons of Deus Ex Machina, Robyn LaRue offers planning tips for pantsers, and Chris Musgrave and Jody Hedlund get into character.
All that, and a little more. Enjoy!
Kobo President Michael Tamblyn: Indie Authors Are on Amazon's Hit List by Digital Book World
Looking for Great Free (SF & Fantasy) Fiction? Check Out These Online Magazines by Michelle Mueller
Deus Ex Machina by Amanda Headlee
Planning for Pantsers by Robyn LaRue
Never-Before-Published Isaac Asimov Essay Reveals the Secret to True Creativity by Sarah Gray
Author Stalks Anonymous Blogger Who Gave Her a 1-Star Review by Eric Gloria Ryan
What's Next for Authors United? by David Gaughran
More Advice to Authors United by Joe Konrath
Writing 101: Character Creation by Chris Musgrave
Planting Minor Characters with Purpose by Jody Hedlund
