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May 30, 2014
Poisoned Eden
In early October of 2012, I published a page-a-week webcomic called
Poisoned Eden
. The art for the comic was done by Jason Fletcher, a very talented artist, and I did the comic page layouts, site design, and writing. In late December of 2013, we published the last page of the first "issue" of the comic, and then shelved it due to other claims on our time.
In many respects, Poisoned Eden is a bridge between my first book, The Ultimate Guide to Surviving a Zombie Apocalypse , and my second book, The Blessed Man and the Witch . If you're familiar with all three pieces of work, you'll definitely see the progression. In the first book, I set out a framework for storytelling by codifying what you need to do to survive a fantastic scenario (a zombie apocalypse). In the webcomic, I attempted to tell a more visual story using elements of the zombie theme, the end of the world, and Biblical horror. And in the novel, I moved past the zombie theme, going straight for an apocalyptic story with Biblical elements.
Another similarity between Poisoned Eden and The Blessed Man and the Witch is the style of storytelling. In both, the story is character-driven, and the bizarre and frequently terrifying things that happen affect each character differently. We see the destruction of the world occur in bits and pieces through the eyes of disparate people, though in the comic, the apocalypse is somewhat familiar to most of us: zombies mindlessly destroying society.
In Poisoned Eden, the main characters are all family. There's Elise, the Good Mother, who just wants to get home to her baby. There's Michael, her husband, stranded half a country away. He decides to make an empire for himself before everything turns to rubble. There's Alina, the Slacker Girl: Elise and Michael's first child, who runs from danger until she finds she can't run away when everywhere's dangerous. And finally there's Karl, the Warrior. He's Elise's father, an Amish blacksmith.
I also wrote several original articles for Poisoned Eden, some about zombie survival (the Zombies and the City feature series I'm particularly proud of), some are interviews with survival or combat experts, and the rest are fictional blog posts from someone with the handle of Uncle Phranck.
Uncle Phranck's story takes some very unusual twists and turns. It starts out as a young man trying to literally blog a zombie apocalypse, becoming a kind of Matt Drudge for the end of the world. Once his internet connection fails, he's forced to go out on his own, and things get really strange from there. Even if the webcomic doesn't appeal, you may find Uncle Phranck's blog series interesting.
Despite that Poisoned Eden didn't take on the (un)life I had originally hoped for, there's a lot about it I'm proud of, and it's worth your time to take a look at it. Some day, I hope to expand my Surviving a Zombie Apocalypse book by adding material from Poisoned Eden.
But not today. Now that we're finally moved into the new house, I can get back to writing the sequel to The Blessed Man and the Witch.
TL;DR: Poisoned Eden is a webcomic I wrote about the zombie apocalypse, with lots of interesting stuff. And it's free. Go read it.
In many respects, Poisoned Eden is a bridge between my first book, The Ultimate Guide to Surviving a Zombie Apocalypse , and my second book, The Blessed Man and the Witch . If you're familiar with all three pieces of work, you'll definitely see the progression. In the first book, I set out a framework for storytelling by codifying what you need to do to survive a fantastic scenario (a zombie apocalypse). In the webcomic, I attempted to tell a more visual story using elements of the zombie theme, the end of the world, and Biblical horror. And in the novel, I moved past the zombie theme, going straight for an apocalyptic story with Biblical elements.
Another similarity between Poisoned Eden and The Blessed Man and the Witch is the style of storytelling. In both, the story is character-driven, and the bizarre and frequently terrifying things that happen affect each character differently. We see the destruction of the world occur in bits and pieces through the eyes of disparate people, though in the comic, the apocalypse is somewhat familiar to most of us: zombies mindlessly destroying society.
In Poisoned Eden, the main characters are all family. There's Elise, the Good Mother, who just wants to get home to her baby. There's Michael, her husband, stranded half a country away. He decides to make an empire for himself before everything turns to rubble. There's Alina, the Slacker Girl: Elise and Michael's first child, who runs from danger until she finds she can't run away when everywhere's dangerous. And finally there's Karl, the Warrior. He's Elise's father, an Amish blacksmith.
I also wrote several original articles for Poisoned Eden, some about zombie survival (the Zombies and the City feature series I'm particularly proud of), some are interviews with survival or combat experts, and the rest are fictional blog posts from someone with the handle of Uncle Phranck.
Uncle Phranck's story takes some very unusual twists and turns. It starts out as a young man trying to literally blog a zombie apocalypse, becoming a kind of Matt Drudge for the end of the world. Once his internet connection fails, he's forced to go out on his own, and things get really strange from there. Even if the webcomic doesn't appeal, you may find Uncle Phranck's blog series interesting.
Despite that Poisoned Eden didn't take on the (un)life I had originally hoped for, there's a lot about it I'm proud of, and it's worth your time to take a look at it. Some day, I hope to expand my Surviving a Zombie Apocalypse book by adding material from Poisoned Eden.
But not today. Now that we're finally moved into the new house, I can get back to writing the sequel to The Blessed Man and the Witch.
TL;DR: Poisoned Eden is a webcomic I wrote about the zombie apocalypse, with lots of interesting stuff. And it's free. Go read it.
May 24, 2014
Have You Seen My Cat?
Language warning: NSFW.
As Hal wheeled his shopping cart past the beeping cash registers, he told himself that he wouldn’t meet the greeter’s friendly gaze when he went past the security posts. The greeter looked old, decades older than Hal’s own sixty-three, and the thought of being like him, having to make a living by standing in front of a goddamned Wal-Mart bellowing insincere bullshit at people all day long scared the hell out of him. The photocopied sign tacked to the bulletin board by the exit brought him up short. It said in Comic Sans capital letters, “HAVE YOU SEEN MY CAT?” Below was a blurry photo of a sleeping tabby. No contact information was provided. “Thank you for shopping at Wal-Mart!” the greeter yelled at him, grinning broadly. Suppressing a start, Hal grunted, grabbed his bags, and left the cart in front of the door on the way out. There’s something for you to do, old-timer. Keep you from getting varicose— “Motherfucker.” Another lost cat sign, twin to the one in the store, was stuck in his Camry’s windshield. He dumped the bags in the trunk, snatched the sign, and crumpled it into a ball. “Fuck your cat,” he muttered, dropping it on the ground. Getting out of the parking lot was always a bitch: an obstacle course of speed bumps, crosswalks, and pot holes. Scowling at the pregnant, tattooed bimbo pushing a stroller across his path at a speed a snail would find interminable, he noticed that there weren’t lost cat signs on the other parked cars in the lot. Just his. They must have all blown away. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Pulling up to his house, he found a third lost cat sign taped to his garage door. He ripped the paper down, balled it like he had the other, and carried it into the house with his groceries. Later, the harsh burr of the phone jerked him out of a Judge Judy-induced doze, and he answered it with an irritated, “Yes. Hello.” Nothing on the other end. Then, breathing. “Hello? Hello?” “Yeah.” It was a woman’s voice. “Yeah? What’s this yeah? Who is this?” More breathing. Clenching the handset hard enough to make the plastic creak at the seams, Hal barked, “You called me, remember? Who are you?” “What?” “I said—“ he started to shout, and stopped himself. “You’ve got the wrong number. Bye.” “Have you seen my cat?” Anxiety pooled in his stomach like hot lead. “Are youthe one leaving signs everywhere?” “What?” He hung up. A prank. A fucking prank, that’s it. The doorbell rang. Through the peephole, he saw the across the street neighbor. What does he want? He yanked the door open and looked at the man, lifting an eyebrow in inquiry. The neighbor just stood there, saying nothing and smiling. In one gloved hand was a garden trowel, caked with fresh dirt. “Can I help you?” Hal asked, with exaggerated politeness. “Have you seen my cat?” Hal’s angry denial didn’t make it past his lips. What did was a gush of blood and dirt and half-digested potato chips as the neighbor plunged the filthy trowel into Hal’s gut to the handle.
As Hal wheeled his shopping cart past the beeping cash registers, he told himself that he wouldn’t meet the greeter’s friendly gaze when he went past the security posts. The greeter looked old, decades older than Hal’s own sixty-three, and the thought of being like him, having to make a living by standing in front of a goddamned Wal-Mart bellowing insincere bullshit at people all day long scared the hell out of him. The photocopied sign tacked to the bulletin board by the exit brought him up short. It said in Comic Sans capital letters, “HAVE YOU SEEN MY CAT?” Below was a blurry photo of a sleeping tabby. No contact information was provided. “Thank you for shopping at Wal-Mart!” the greeter yelled at him, grinning broadly. Suppressing a start, Hal grunted, grabbed his bags, and left the cart in front of the door on the way out. There’s something for you to do, old-timer. Keep you from getting varicose— “Motherfucker.” Another lost cat sign, twin to the one in the store, was stuck in his Camry’s windshield. He dumped the bags in the trunk, snatched the sign, and crumpled it into a ball. “Fuck your cat,” he muttered, dropping it on the ground. Getting out of the parking lot was always a bitch: an obstacle course of speed bumps, crosswalks, and pot holes. Scowling at the pregnant, tattooed bimbo pushing a stroller across his path at a speed a snail would find interminable, he noticed that there weren’t lost cat signs on the other parked cars in the lot. Just his. They must have all blown away. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Pulling up to his house, he found a third lost cat sign taped to his garage door. He ripped the paper down, balled it like he had the other, and carried it into the house with his groceries. Later, the harsh burr of the phone jerked him out of a Judge Judy-induced doze, and he answered it with an irritated, “Yes. Hello.” Nothing on the other end. Then, breathing. “Hello? Hello?” “Yeah.” It was a woman’s voice. “Yeah? What’s this yeah? Who is this?” More breathing. Clenching the handset hard enough to make the plastic creak at the seams, Hal barked, “You called me, remember? Who are you?” “What?” “I said—“ he started to shout, and stopped himself. “You’ve got the wrong number. Bye.” “Have you seen my cat?” Anxiety pooled in his stomach like hot lead. “Are youthe one leaving signs everywhere?” “What?” He hung up. A prank. A fucking prank, that’s it. The doorbell rang. Through the peephole, he saw the across the street neighbor. What does he want? He yanked the door open and looked at the man, lifting an eyebrow in inquiry. The neighbor just stood there, saying nothing and smiling. In one gloved hand was a garden trowel, caked with fresh dirt. “Can I help you?” Hal asked, with exaggerated politeness. “Have you seen my cat?” Hal’s angry denial didn’t make it past his lips. What did was a gush of blood and dirt and half-digested potato chips as the neighbor plunged the filthy trowel into Hal’s gut to the handle.
May 14, 2014
Musings on Violence
I was employed by what was called "the world's most dangerous publisher" for twelve years. During that time, I worked very closely with firearms experts, martial artists, self-defense gurus, knife-fighting instructors, and other individuals with specialized skills relating to violence in almost all of its various forms. Part of my employment also included becoming intimately familiar with the publisher's extensive library of books and videos, as well as trade magazines like Guns & Ammo, Black Belt, and Soldier of Fortune.
I learned all kinds of interesting things, like the difference between cover and concealment; how the physiological effects of imminent danger change your perception of time; and how to build a forge in the dirt with a plastic trash bag, PVC pipe, and a section of railroad. Over time, what I discovered wasn't something explicitly taught, but absorbed over a period of years: everything I thought I knew about violence was wrong.
Like many of you, most of what I knew about violence was what I'd picked up through media representations of violence, not the real thing. As it does with so many things, entertainment media gets it completely wrong. The reason for this is, in part, because the writers, directors, and actors of your favorite TV shows and movies don't know any more about how to handle a real firearm than anyone else.
Here's an example: in the early 1940's, Col. Rex Applegate developed what was called "The School for Spies and Assassins" for the OSS, the forerunner to today's CIA. One of the things that Applegate found most difficult when teaching young spies how to point shoot (fire a handgun accurately at relatively close distances without using the sights) was getting them to stop jerking the gun like Tom Mix and Roy Rogers in the westerns. These young spies, you see, had seen the cowboys in the movies shooting like that, so they emulated them at Applegate's firing range. If those men had already been so influenced by what they'd seen at the movies, how badly skewed do you think our own perceptions of violence must be today?
Real-world violence is short, brutal, messy, and unspeakably ugly. These things are extremely difficult to portray accurately in entertainment media, including books. What I attempted to do in The Blessed Man and the Witch was describe violence in more realistic terms so that the characters would behave as actual people do when facing the unspeakable. I don't glorify it, but instead use it to build suspense and horror.
The massive disconnect between the pirouetting gunmen in a John Woo film and the awful savagery of a real-world ambush is the chief reason why I don't watch overly violent movies or television shows anymore. I don't begrudge anyone else his entertainments, nor do I sit on high and point a judgmental finger. My only intent here is to help you understand that what's on screen (and, in many cases, on the pages) has nothing to do with what actually happens in a violent encounter. But you probably knew that already.
With that in mind, here's a personal defense tip: being aware of your surroundings, avoiding dangerous people and/or areas, and being fit enough to run for a city block or so will get you out of most jams. A person interested in victimizing you doesn't want a fight, he wants a victory. So who is he going to go after, someone visibly alert and ready, or someone with his face buried in a cellphone, not paying attention?
TL;DR: There's a difference between violent movies and real life violence.
I learned all kinds of interesting things, like the difference between cover and concealment; how the physiological effects of imminent danger change your perception of time; and how to build a forge in the dirt with a plastic trash bag, PVC pipe, and a section of railroad. Over time, what I discovered wasn't something explicitly taught, but absorbed over a period of years: everything I thought I knew about violence was wrong.
Like many of you, most of what I knew about violence was what I'd picked up through media representations of violence, not the real thing. As it does with so many things, entertainment media gets it completely wrong. The reason for this is, in part, because the writers, directors, and actors of your favorite TV shows and movies don't know any more about how to handle a real firearm than anyone else.
Here's an example: in the early 1940's, Col. Rex Applegate developed what was called "The School for Spies and Assassins" for the OSS, the forerunner to today's CIA. One of the things that Applegate found most difficult when teaching young spies how to point shoot (fire a handgun accurately at relatively close distances without using the sights) was getting them to stop jerking the gun like Tom Mix and Roy Rogers in the westerns. These young spies, you see, had seen the cowboys in the movies shooting like that, so they emulated them at Applegate's firing range. If those men had already been so influenced by what they'd seen at the movies, how badly skewed do you think our own perceptions of violence must be today?
Real-world violence is short, brutal, messy, and unspeakably ugly. These things are extremely difficult to portray accurately in entertainment media, including books. What I attempted to do in The Blessed Man and the Witch was describe violence in more realistic terms so that the characters would behave as actual people do when facing the unspeakable. I don't glorify it, but instead use it to build suspense and horror.
The massive disconnect between the pirouetting gunmen in a John Woo film and the awful savagery of a real-world ambush is the chief reason why I don't watch overly violent movies or television shows anymore. I don't begrudge anyone else his entertainments, nor do I sit on high and point a judgmental finger. My only intent here is to help you understand that what's on screen (and, in many cases, on the pages) has nothing to do with what actually happens in a violent encounter. But you probably knew that already.
With that in mind, here's a personal defense tip: being aware of your surroundings, avoiding dangerous people and/or areas, and being fit enough to run for a city block or so will get you out of most jams. A person interested in victimizing you doesn't want a fight, he wants a victory. So who is he going to go after, someone visibly alert and ready, or someone with his face buried in a cellphone, not paying attention?
TL;DR: There's a difference between violent movies and real life violence.
May 9, 2014
Where I Break the First and Second Laws of Blogging
The whole point of a blog is to have something interesting to say with some level of frequency, and unfortunately, I haven't been able to do much of either this week. Still, here I am, and here you are.
The First Law of Blogging is that you have to update your blog frequently. (No, I'm not going to say this like it's a "Thou shalt" Ten Commandments thing, because that's hackneyed and done to death.) In addition to marketing The Blessed Man and the Witch and writing the sequel, I should obey this First Law. When you get right down to it, this whole blog is itself a marketing piece: I write things I want to write and hope you want to read, and then you become interested in what I have to say and you thence buy my book(s) and tell all your friends to do the same. Also, the more I write here, the higher this blog is featured in search engines. I'm sort of showing you how the publishing sausage is made here, but I hope you find the end result more appetizing than the process.
The Second Law of Blogging is that you don't write posts talking about why you haven't been blogging lately. Unless there's an emergency or a book signing or something else of general interest, nobody cares about how it's raining outside and you're kind of down so you've been watching Mad Men from start to finish on Netflix all week to get a good sense of Don's character arc or whatever. Writers write, they don't make excuses for not writing.
Unless you're me.
See, we're moving to a new house, and this has kept me busy almost non-stop. The last couple of days were spent painting my son's bedroom. The tumult won't end for a few weeks. Every day, I think about writing, about outlining the rest of the second book and making plans for the last book of the series. It's a weird kind of longing: I want/need to get back to writing, but I need to deal with landscapers and contractors and builder supply store employees and junk haulers and etc. In my head, I go back over the parts I've outlined and mentally rewrite them, even as I program the garage door openers.
So I'm not quitting.
There are low points, but I remind myself that I am in a marathon, not a sprint, to drag out that old cliché and give it some air.
Thank you, as always, for reading, and I will have something more interesting for you next week. Happy Mother's Day to all the moms out there, and especially to my wife, who's the best mother I've ever met. Our little boy's really quite lucky to have her as his mommy. Did I tell you we adopted him?
TL;DR: Excuses and armpits, really. Happy Mother's Day!
The First Law of Blogging is that you have to update your blog frequently. (No, I'm not going to say this like it's a "Thou shalt" Ten Commandments thing, because that's hackneyed and done to death.) In addition to marketing The Blessed Man and the Witch and writing the sequel, I should obey this First Law. When you get right down to it, this whole blog is itself a marketing piece: I write things I want to write and hope you want to read, and then you become interested in what I have to say and you thence buy my book(s) and tell all your friends to do the same. Also, the more I write here, the higher this blog is featured in search engines. I'm sort of showing you how the publishing sausage is made here, but I hope you find the end result more appetizing than the process.
The Second Law of Blogging is that you don't write posts talking about why you haven't been blogging lately. Unless there's an emergency or a book signing or something else of general interest, nobody cares about how it's raining outside and you're kind of down so you've been watching Mad Men from start to finish on Netflix all week to get a good sense of Don's character arc or whatever. Writers write, they don't make excuses for not writing.
Unless you're me.
See, we're moving to a new house, and this has kept me busy almost non-stop. The last couple of days were spent painting my son's bedroom. The tumult won't end for a few weeks. Every day, I think about writing, about outlining the rest of the second book and making plans for the last book of the series. It's a weird kind of longing: I want/need to get back to writing, but I need to deal with landscapers and contractors and builder supply store employees and junk haulers and etc. In my head, I go back over the parts I've outlined and mentally rewrite them, even as I program the garage door openers.
So I'm not quitting.
There are low points, but I remind myself that I am in a marathon, not a sprint, to drag out that old cliché and give it some air.
Thank you, as always, for reading, and I will have something more interesting for you next week. Happy Mother's Day to all the moms out there, and especially to my wife, who's the best mother I've ever met. Our little boy's really quite lucky to have her as his mommy. Did I tell you we adopted him?
TL;DR: Excuses and armpits, really. Happy Mother's Day!
May 1, 2014
Does Knowing the Future Eliminate Individual Free Will?
The events of
The Blessed Man and the Witch
take place over the course of about a week and a half in early April of 2016. Obviously, that hasn't happened yet, so I had to do a bit of prognostication. Nevertheless, I'm reasonably certain that none of the major events I wrote about will ever come to pass, including a Heaven vs. Hell kind of Armageddon.
Predicting the future is a tricky thing; meteorologists do it all the time, and when we don't get snow or rain when it's forecast, it's very easy to just throw up our collective hands and say, "Well, it's not really an exact science." The psychics (or "bleeders," as Megan calls them) in the novel see visions of the future, but early on I show that it's no more an exact science than forecasting the weather: the visions come true, but interpreting them can be difficult. Frank Herbert's Dune series of novels does an extraordinary job of describing the pitfalls of prognostication (so to speak), so when you're finished with The Blessed Man Etc, take a look at them if you haven't already.
In addition to the fictional aspect of predicting the future through seers, I attempted to extrapolate from current events what might happen a few years hence. One of the ways I used to describe how the world, particularly the United States, was falling apart was by quoting fictional news articles at the beginning of some of the novel's chapters. I'm a student of current events and politics (the two are now inextricably intertwined for reasons that go beyond the scope and purpose of this article), so I examined certain trends and posited worst-case scenarios to write news articles about. In some cases, I was completely wrong, which is fine: I'm quite happy that the terrible things I predicted aren't coming to pass. One somewhat amusing example was when I quoted a transcript from a future Piers Morgan Live episode, only to learn a few weeks before I'd planned to publish the novel that the show had been canceled. Compared to skyrocketing gas prices and mass shootings, it's pretty small beer, but there you have it. I also failed to predict Russia's annexing of the Ukraine.
A question that's always fascinated me is, "In a universe where there's an omniscient God, do any of us have free will?" Put another way, if God always knows what you're going to do before you do it, do you truly have volition? And that's the trap of seeing the future: it shows you where you're stuck. It shows you what you are going to do.
Or maybe it doesn't. One character in the novel shows us how a clever, motivated person can cheat the visions, as long as he can act on them before they happen. In that case, is he really seeing the future?
TL;DR: Predicting the future is hard.
Predicting the future is a tricky thing; meteorologists do it all the time, and when we don't get snow or rain when it's forecast, it's very easy to just throw up our collective hands and say, "Well, it's not really an exact science." The psychics (or "bleeders," as Megan calls them) in the novel see visions of the future, but early on I show that it's no more an exact science than forecasting the weather: the visions come true, but interpreting them can be difficult. Frank Herbert's Dune series of novels does an extraordinary job of describing the pitfalls of prognostication (so to speak), so when you're finished with The Blessed Man Etc, take a look at them if you haven't already.
In addition to the fictional aspect of predicting the future through seers, I attempted to extrapolate from current events what might happen a few years hence. One of the ways I used to describe how the world, particularly the United States, was falling apart was by quoting fictional news articles at the beginning of some of the novel's chapters. I'm a student of current events and politics (the two are now inextricably intertwined for reasons that go beyond the scope and purpose of this article), so I examined certain trends and posited worst-case scenarios to write news articles about. In some cases, I was completely wrong, which is fine: I'm quite happy that the terrible things I predicted aren't coming to pass. One somewhat amusing example was when I quoted a transcript from a future Piers Morgan Live episode, only to learn a few weeks before I'd planned to publish the novel that the show had been canceled. Compared to skyrocketing gas prices and mass shootings, it's pretty small beer, but there you have it. I also failed to predict Russia's annexing of the Ukraine.
A question that's always fascinated me is, "In a universe where there's an omniscient God, do any of us have free will?" Put another way, if God always knows what you're going to do before you do it, do you truly have volition? And that's the trap of seeing the future: it shows you where you're stuck. It shows you what you are going to do.
Or maybe it doesn't. One character in the novel shows us how a clever, motivated person can cheat the visions, as long as he can act on them before they happen. In that case, is he really seeing the future?
TL;DR: Predicting the future is hard.
April 24, 2014
Yes, I AM Trying to Convert You
But not in the way you think.
A recent book review and an email conversation I had with a potential reviewer gave me some food for thought regarding the religious themes in The Blessed Man and the Witch . Obviously, a book about Armageddon with Heaven and Hell battling it out through proxies on Earth is going to touch on religion, and it's entirely natural to consider my intent as an author. I even go so far as to mention Jesus Christ as the Savior, which can be considered a questionable, even dangerous path to go on: many readers are entirely turned off by even the smallest hint of proselytizing in their fiction. If it's easy to slam the door on Jehovah's Witnesses, it's even easier to close a book. So am I trying to push religion on you?
Of course not. Not even a little bit.
But any portrayal of religious faith needs to get in there, if it wants to have any teeth. It has to go where you might be a little uncomfortable. It has to raise some questions, even if it doesn't try to answer them (or doesn't answer them to your individual satisfaction). I know that nice people don't talk politics or religion at the dinner table, but we're not at the dinner table. The Blessed Man and the Witch is about a Biblical apocalypse, and for it to be relevant and credible, it had to go to those uncomfortable places. And its sequel will, also.
Your religion, faith, or personal belief system is yours alone, and I respect it. I hope, however, that my going to places where we have to ask what Jesus might mean to the antediluvian Grigori doesn't turn you off. We can talk about these things, you know. It's okay. And just because Jesus is the Son of God in a novel, it doesn't mean I think He is, or that I want you to think He is outside of the novel.
So if I'm trying to convert you, let's just say I'm trying to get you to see that my intent with the series is to show Western religious traditions respectfully, realistically, and without personal bias.
TL;DR: I'm not trying to get you to read the Bible.
A recent book review and an email conversation I had with a potential reviewer gave me some food for thought regarding the religious themes in The Blessed Man and the Witch . Obviously, a book about Armageddon with Heaven and Hell battling it out through proxies on Earth is going to touch on religion, and it's entirely natural to consider my intent as an author. I even go so far as to mention Jesus Christ as the Savior, which can be considered a questionable, even dangerous path to go on: many readers are entirely turned off by even the smallest hint of proselytizing in their fiction. If it's easy to slam the door on Jehovah's Witnesses, it's even easier to close a book. So am I trying to push religion on you?
Of course not. Not even a little bit.
But any portrayal of religious faith needs to get in there, if it wants to have any teeth. It has to go where you might be a little uncomfortable. It has to raise some questions, even if it doesn't try to answer them (or doesn't answer them to your individual satisfaction). I know that nice people don't talk politics or religion at the dinner table, but we're not at the dinner table. The Blessed Man and the Witch is about a Biblical apocalypse, and for it to be relevant and credible, it had to go to those uncomfortable places. And its sequel will, also.
Your religion, faith, or personal belief system is yours alone, and I respect it. I hope, however, that my going to places where we have to ask what Jesus might mean to the antediluvian Grigori doesn't turn you off. We can talk about these things, you know. It's okay. And just because Jesus is the Son of God in a novel, it doesn't mean I think He is, or that I want you to think He is outside of the novel.
So if I'm trying to convert you, let's just say I'm trying to get you to see that my intent with the series is to show Western religious traditions respectfully, realistically, and without personal bias.
TL;DR: I'm not trying to get you to read the Bible.
April 19, 2014
One Liners Entry
On the Indies Unlimited site, I quoted a line from
The Blessed Man and the Witch
on the One-Liners post. There are many interesting lines posted in the comments; go and take a look. You might find something you want to read! If nothing else, you'll find out which line I quoted from the novel.
April 16, 2014
Working Blue; or, the Use of Swear Words
There's a good bit of swearing in
The Blessed Man and the Witch
, mostly by certain characters. Some of them swear a great deal, some don't as much, and others don't at all. I included salty language for several reasons:
I worked very closely with military veterans and law enforcement professionals for over a decade, and listened to how they talk. Most of them expanded my own blue vocabulary in ways that were both hilarious and appalling. It's part of that culture, like it or not, so I wanted to capture that element in my book; some of the characters, after all, come from military backgrounds. If you want to write realistic dialogue, you have to listen how real people speak and model that. A properly placed four-letter word can shock the reader and set the stage for what's to come next. For example, one character, with little provocation, screams four-letter words at another character early on in the book. It shows the reader that this person is unhinged without me having to say it. It was startling and horrible, and intended to be that way. When a character who typically doesn't swear starts using profanity, it shows how that character is feeling stressed or otherwise beleaguered. Swearing can symbolize a loss of control. I work very hard to keep from cursing in front of my son, but sometimes an ill-advised word pops out in the heat of a frustrated moment. I'm pretty sure I'm not the only person who's done this.There are some characters I want you to like, and some I don't. How they speak and what they say can accomplish one or the other. I want them all to be interesting, yes, but some are just going to be more likable than others. It's harder to like someone who's potty-mouthed all the time, including his interior dialogue/thoughts. The Blessed Man and the Witch is about the end of the world, or at least the beginning of the end. It describes violence and other horrible events pretty graphically. The kind of people who don't scruple to commit murder aren't going to be turned off by four-letter words, and are more prone to using them. I understand entirely if adult language bothers you, the reader; there's a reason why it's usually kept out of budget meetings and presidential speeches. But it is useful as a tool.
A final note: I've noticed some reviewers on Amazon will lower the star rating of a book review because of the book's salty language, and in one case, I read the review of one person who said he's making it his mission to one-star every book that has four-letter words in it. That's an extremely ill-advised thing to do. A book review is intended to describe a book's merits (and demerits). Using it as a vehicle to promote one's personal beliefs undermines the value of that review. Think of it this way: you didn't mind all the death and killing, but you had a meltdown over the f-bombs someone dropped in the book. Why?
TL;DR: There are sometimes good reasons to use four-letter words in your characters' dialogue. Don't get bent out of shape because you read some.
I worked very closely with military veterans and law enforcement professionals for over a decade, and listened to how they talk. Most of them expanded my own blue vocabulary in ways that were both hilarious and appalling. It's part of that culture, like it or not, so I wanted to capture that element in my book; some of the characters, after all, come from military backgrounds. If you want to write realistic dialogue, you have to listen how real people speak and model that. A properly placed four-letter word can shock the reader and set the stage for what's to come next. For example, one character, with little provocation, screams four-letter words at another character early on in the book. It shows the reader that this person is unhinged without me having to say it. It was startling and horrible, and intended to be that way. When a character who typically doesn't swear starts using profanity, it shows how that character is feeling stressed or otherwise beleaguered. Swearing can symbolize a loss of control. I work very hard to keep from cursing in front of my son, but sometimes an ill-advised word pops out in the heat of a frustrated moment. I'm pretty sure I'm not the only person who's done this.There are some characters I want you to like, and some I don't. How they speak and what they say can accomplish one or the other. I want them all to be interesting, yes, but some are just going to be more likable than others. It's harder to like someone who's potty-mouthed all the time, including his interior dialogue/thoughts. The Blessed Man and the Witch is about the end of the world, or at least the beginning of the end. It describes violence and other horrible events pretty graphically. The kind of people who don't scruple to commit murder aren't going to be turned off by four-letter words, and are more prone to using them. I understand entirely if adult language bothers you, the reader; there's a reason why it's usually kept out of budget meetings and presidential speeches. But it is useful as a tool.
A final note: I've noticed some reviewers on Amazon will lower the star rating of a book review because of the book's salty language, and in one case, I read the review of one person who said he's making it his mission to one-star every book that has four-letter words in it. That's an extremely ill-advised thing to do. A book review is intended to describe a book's merits (and demerits). Using it as a vehicle to promote one's personal beliefs undermines the value of that review. Think of it this way: you didn't mind all the death and killing, but you had a meltdown over the f-bombs someone dropped in the book. Why?
TL;DR: There are sometimes good reasons to use four-letter words in your characters' dialogue. Don't get bent out of shape because you read some.
April 13, 2014
My Interview with Laurie's Paranormal Thoughts and Reviews
I did an interview with Laurie's Paranormal Thoughts and Reviews. Here's an excerpt:
Plotter or Pantser? Why?
I’m definitely a plotter. I work from an outline and refine the story from there so that it makes sense. It makes for a tighter, more cohesive book. Lots of writers talk about how a certain character in their stories takes over, or does something unexpected; that’s not me. I’m in control of the story and everything in it. Working without a safety net leads, I’ve found, to potential plot holes and inconsistent characterization.You can read the whole thing here.
April 11, 2014
More Marketing Efforts
I look at the various review groups on Goodreads regularly, and one thing I've seen is that authors who even have hundreds of reviews will occasionally post there, giving out free books for reviews. What this means is that a successful author never stops marketing himself.
It's often said that one of the best ways to market your book is to write another book. Believe me, I'm doing that. How else to get the word out?
I did two things to market my book recently, one of which has had a more immediate effect than the other.
A couple weekends ago, I asked a very well-read political blog if my book could be included in their weekly book thread. I included the standard offer: a free copy for an honest review. Within 24 hours of the book thread going live, I had 11 people take me up on that offer. That's more yes answers than I'd gotten spending days emailing book review blogs. I still don't count reviews until they're published, but even if only one or two of those 11 people read and review the book, the few minutes I took emailing the blog was definitely worth the effort.
The lesson here is that book review blogs aren't always the best places to go to try to get reviews. Again, we'll have to see if the yes answers transform into reviews down the line, but it's a start. The ball is rolling.
Another thing I did was ask to write an article for a popular political website, tying the process of writing my book to the website's political bent. My book is essentially apolitical, and in the article I mentioned how I didn't set out to write a political novel. They accepted and published the article, and my name's out there now. I've made that connection with hundreds of potential readers.
My point is that I've been too narrowly focused on only looking at book review websites. You have to widen your field to attract the largest possible pool of readers.
That said, I recently re-checked the reviewers list on The Indie View, and out of three new additions to the list, two people agreed to read and review my book. So keep checking back. They might not take sites off the list that are closed or otherwise booked up, but they do keep adding.
TL;DR: Get the word out there on sites other than book review websites, if you can. Lots of people read books who don't read book review websites. Also, keep checking The Indie View's book reviewers list for new reviewers.
It's often said that one of the best ways to market your book is to write another book. Believe me, I'm doing that. How else to get the word out?
I did two things to market my book recently, one of which has had a more immediate effect than the other.
A couple weekends ago, I asked a very well-read political blog if my book could be included in their weekly book thread. I included the standard offer: a free copy for an honest review. Within 24 hours of the book thread going live, I had 11 people take me up on that offer. That's more yes answers than I'd gotten spending days emailing book review blogs. I still don't count reviews until they're published, but even if only one or two of those 11 people read and review the book, the few minutes I took emailing the blog was definitely worth the effort.
The lesson here is that book review blogs aren't always the best places to go to try to get reviews. Again, we'll have to see if the yes answers transform into reviews down the line, but it's a start. The ball is rolling.
Another thing I did was ask to write an article for a popular political website, tying the process of writing my book to the website's political bent. My book is essentially apolitical, and in the article I mentioned how I didn't set out to write a political novel. They accepted and published the article, and my name's out there now. I've made that connection with hundreds of potential readers.
My point is that I've been too narrowly focused on only looking at book review websites. You have to widen your field to attract the largest possible pool of readers.
That said, I recently re-checked the reviewers list on The Indie View, and out of three new additions to the list, two people agreed to read and review my book. So keep checking back. They might not take sites off the list that are closed or otherwise booked up, but they do keep adding.
TL;DR: Get the word out there on sites other than book review websites, if you can. Lots of people read books who don't read book review websites. Also, keep checking The Indie View's book reviewers list for new reviewers.
