Two weeks since I've blogged. OOPS!
Still, what better way to start afresh than to write about...
Yes, as I begin a new novel (actually I started back on October 5th, but it's taken me this long to find the spare time to write about it!) I face that eternal question:
Just how do I start this damn thing?
Conventional wisdom has it that the first chapter should start as late as possible. Basically, don't bore the audience; start when the story itself actually begins. Which all sounds great...
... you start writing and realize that none of what you're typing (or scribbling) means anything because it has no context. Without getting a sense of what your character's ordinary life is/has been, the reader cannot see what it means when it enters this new phase.
So what? Start with describing her everyday life and transition as soon as you can into the actual plot? What, then, is the hook for the audience? What makes them want to read further into her story?
It's a bit of a frustrating Catch-22, and always has been. So here is where I give you the answer:
Beats me, guvnor.
The temptation for a new book is to do that televisual procedural cold-open: An exciting bit of action, showing some one-off character dying, suffering, whatever. Showing the consequences of the plot without involving the protagonist quite yet.
But this results in the reader not feeling attached to your actual main character when we finally cut to them. They just bonded with this cannon-fodder, and now they don't know what to expect. Is this next character similarly ill-fated? Or is this the one I'm expected to root for? Et cetera, et cetera...
So the idea is to write something instantly involving and engaging - but not one which mires the lead character too much in the plot, because we need to establish her routine so we have some context in which to place the craziness she is pulled into.
Simple, right? You got it figured out?
Then drop me a line, would ya? I'm dying over here; the sooner you can explain it all to me, the better.
It's that time again. Everything is new once more, fresh, unexplored.
While the outline for Book 3 of The Sleepwar Saga marinates (it will be called "Shadow Cabinet", by the way) a new project begins. Something I plan to write a swift first draft of before getting back to my main series.
"Cogs & Cognizance". A regency-era tale inspired by Jane Austen, but set in a clockpunk England, with themes taken as much from Philip K Dick as from Austen.
And, as usual, I have no idea what I'm doing...
I want to get this written (a quick initial draft that will let me see the broad outlines of what this story is) to take it from the forefront of my brain while I get back to The Sleepwar Saga. But I have difficulty writing without a solid outline.
And I mean solid. I generally need to know exactly what will comprise each and every scene in the book before I begin writing. This time, however, it's not working out that way.
Why? I'm having trouble getting a sense of the thing from my notes. Getting the (yes, you anticipated it:) sensibility.
How does it work? Not just "what happens" but does the general form of the thing even function?
My pride generally will not let me waste time and words typing out a terrible first draft. I have no interest in producing something so bad that it needs by and large tossing on the scrap heap. And yet, that may be what happens here.
Because I can't tell. I honestly can't tell from this outline, these copious notes, what the story even feels like.
I want it to be a fun adventure with the two leads (Hattie and Mr Somersby) on the trail of a series of attacks targeting local manufacturing agencies - a field which both of them are invested in for hugely different reasons. I want to have a blast with the clockpunk sensibilities of this world, to explore the society these advances have shaped, and the moralities such things bring up.
And yet, this is all structured around a Jane Austen-style heroine who is endeavoring to escape her mother's wishes for Hattie to marry into money before the family's dwindling fortune ultimately expires. About a fumbling romance between her and her mother's prospect for her - the dashing but arrogant Jack Somersby.
There must be clashes over the arranged suit. There must be twists in how certain characters' moralities are perceived. Balls filled with dancing, sisters with opposing viewpoints, societal norms both accepted and undercut.
And all this with a science-fiction adventure plot happening throughout.
Can such a thing even function? Looking at the outline it seems just fine. But how much do those elements actually play against one another? Can either be truly successful while vying for attention from both the writer and the reader?
In my opinion, the book "Pride & Prejudice & Zombies" utterly failed. What should have been a triumph was a disgusting and offensive disaster. But why? Because the two elements simply could not co-exist?
Noooo, I don't think so. Or, I hope not. Largely it appeared to falter because Seth Grahame-Smith had no intention of honoring Jane Austen's style and character sensibilities throughout his additions to the text. Lizzie would swing from being a young woman forced to abide by society's strictures to someone who casually slaughters her opponent in a sparring match and eats the man's heart raw in front of his employer!
It was sick, inconsistent, and appalling.
Along these lines, then, how much ought I to ape an Austen style? For my first draft, at least, I don't intend to. I shall remain somewhat old-fashioned and formal in my prose, and have characters inspired by the archetypes she would draw from, but will not attempt a strict pastiche.
I'm no Jane Austen, for one. For two, I am not at all certain how well a strictly regency-era tone to the text would marry with a rollicking science-fiction adventure story.
In the rewrites, we will see. From beta readers I will likely hear more on this. Now? I shall stick with a style not unlike what I attempted in my Victorian pulp SF series "The Star Travels of Dr Jeremiah Fothering-Smythe".
Yes, there's a century-odd difference in era. But my point is that I didn't quite go full-on pastiche there. I semi-adopted the tone of the era while embracing the fast-paced style of slightly more modern pulp such as my beloved Flash Gordon serials starring Buster Crabbe.
In the same way, I hope to adopt a general Jane Austen-like manner while prejudicing myself toward a more light and modern grammar and flow of prose.
A balancing act. That's what all of this is. And one I cannot entirely comprehend without getting out there and just... doing it.
Or, you guys could talk me out of it. I could do with a little... persuasion.
Yes, I finally updated the trailer to reflect the fact that "Red Cross" is now available to buy!
Buy the books here:
Yes, folks, the day is finally here!
It is Sep 25th, and Book 2 of The Sleepwar Saga is out in the wild.
Buy your copy today!
For no other reason than my own amusement, I am going to sit here - right now! - and rack my brains trying to think of every pop culture reference in the text of "Red Cross" (out Sep 25th).
Some of these are blatant. Some subtle. Some no one but me will ever get. And that's the way I like it.
So what references are there? Let's see if I can remember...
The Revenant (kinda...)
Knute Rockne: All American
Harry Potter & The Philosopher's Stone (and yes, it's definitely the movie being referenced)
High School Musical
The Hudsucker Proxy
The Room (accidentally)
Paper Towns (again)
Alice's Adventures in Wonderland
Handbook For Mortals
Sherlock Holmes (in general, not a specific story)
To Kill A Mockingbird
The Walking Dead (referenced as The Ambling Dead)
Truth & Justice: Crime Scene Division (a made-up Law & Order/CSI series)
Vacate the Room
Call to Action (an obvious "Call of Duty" ripoff)
Five Nights at Freddy's
"Friday" - Rebecca Black
"Loverman" - Charlie Parker
"Now's the Time" - Charlie Parker
The Wasteland - T.S. Eliot
The Second Coming - W.B. Yeats
Cash me ousside
The floor is lava
Hmmm... I'm sure there are more than that.
I know I deleted a clumsy reference to the movie The Wizard of Oz. And a couple other tidbits besides.
Off-hand, though, I'd say this list comprises at least the majority of the references. How many will you catch?
Name: Oh, let's just call me "Mr King" for now, shall we? It's the most convenient one to use for the moment, at least.
Age: Now that's just rude. You should know better than to ask that of someone of my advanced years.
Occupation: I suppose you could call me a "professional gamer". I've been engaged in this one particular game for just about as long as I can remember.
Tell us a little about yourself:
Sigh. If you insist.
Let's keep it short, though, shall we? Information is, after all, a dangerous thing. Putting too much "out there" might result in my enemy getting the upper hand.
My enemy. Ms White, as she seems to be calling herself nowadays. Don't let me get started on her please.
Our little competition has been dragging on for quite some time now.
How long? Well. Just think of the longest stretch of time you can imagine. No, think bigger. Really long.
Yes. It's even longer than that.
I do feel that things are coming to a head now, though. Most of the boards have been swept, our strategies are converging. Things are going to happen in a big way soon, I can feel it.
No details. Yes, I know you're desperate for them. Tough luck there. But there's something in the air. "A vast image out of Spiritus Mundi troubles my sight", as someone once wrote.
Just a few more gambits and this game will be over - one way or another. My biggest problem now is going to be them.
Yes, those six kids of hers. Of Ms White's. Kaz, Andy, Meesha, Jason, Pegah, Samir. They were just another tool of hers that first day I saw them. Another set of worthless pawns.
But if I let them reach the other side of the board, then they become something else. Perhaps it's time I nip this in the bud. Stop them now before things get any worse.
The hospital, then. St Mercy's. I've already sent my disposables in. She must be sending hers, too.
This is my chance. If I win this, the game could be mine. And I can finally put that red cross in the "win" column.
The time has come.
Here it is: the book trailer for the Sleepwar Saga so far...
Enjoy - and please share it with everyone you know!
In preparation for Book 2 - Red Cross - releasing on Sep 25th, Book 1 will be on sale for a few days to give you time to catch up on the series!
Read up on the adventures of Kaz, Andy, Meesha, Jason, Pegah & Samir before they take their next steps on Sep 25th in the pages of Red Cross!
Yes, it's that time, folks!
Sep 25th is almost here - the day "Red Cross" is unleashed upon the world.
And to whet your appetite, here's the latest "Sleepwar Saga" cover:
I'm so excited to share this book with all of you, and I hope you'll enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.
Haven't caught up with Book 1, though? No worries! Before it's released, I'm having a Kindle sale where "Straw Soldiers" will be a mere 99c for a few days. (Details in a later blog post.)
Thanks so much for your interest, guys, and don't forget to share this blog post everywhere!
Name: Andy Flashman
Occupation: High school senior, quarterback for the Cosby High Swordfish
Tell us a little about yourself, Andy:
So, uh, hey. I guess.
I'm supposed to fill out this bio for... something? They didn't tell me what.
You might have seen me on the field. Our team - the Swordfish - we're kind of awesome. A bunch of great guys (and Derek). A lot of them are going on to play football in college, which is cool.
I'm... Well, that kind of depends.
UNL is my dream college. Playing for the Huskers? I can't think of anything better. But the cost...
Scholarships are a thing. Just waiting to hear about all of them. Probably be any day now. A guy can dream, right?
Ugh. Dreams. Don't even talk to me about that right now. Less than a month ago (was it that long?) I had an... incident.
Yeah, let's call it an "incident".
It seems crazy. I know that. I can hear myself talk, read the words I'm writing. When I say that I went to sleep and - instead of lying in my own bed - found myself in some po-dunk Iowa town with five other high school kids more or less my own age, you'd think I was talking out of my ass.
And I haven't even gotten to the bit where walking scarecrows attacked us.
Five nights in a row this crap happened. Until we defeated the scarecrow army and that creepy dude in the red suit who was behind it all. Mr King. Then my sleep was normal again, just the usual dreams. No danger, no creepiness, no supernatural hocus-pocus.
In other words: boring. Yeah, I kinda miss it.
Will I ever see those guys again? Jason, Meesha, Samir, Pegah... Kaz? Kaz, with the flowing red hair and the--
No, Andy. You have a girlfriend. Stop that.
Anyways, so here I am. Waiting. Wondering what my life is going to be, because I sure as hell don't seem to have any say in it. Curious each time I close my eyes at night if my head will really hit the pillow, or if I'll be "there" again.
With them. Fighting evil.
Man, my life is weird.