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Networking in the Morgue

25 Wednesday Apr 2012

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Simon Meeks tried to be social. He gave this Facebook notion a whirl. He posted stuff on his wall, and he waited and waited and waited for someone to friend him…

Letter From a Christian Goth

16 Friday Mar 2012

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Back when Strangeness in the Proportion was being serialized on White Wolf’s website, we received feedback from readers, even as we were still editing sections to be released (and further polishing for its upcoming ebook and print incarnations). That was the coolest thing about serializing and the immediacy of interaction on the web — being able to get feedback while the clay was still a little damp. One World of Darkness denizen in particular, Marshall Finch, gave back a lot of copy-edit input that went into improving the book (you can find him in the Acknowledgements).

Marshal recently sent me an immensely nice letter. I think it’s my first fan letter. I’ve communicated electronically with a lot of people, but I do believe this is the first physical missive sent to me by someone who knows me primarily through my writing. I’m several hundreds miles away from my parents’ fridge. So I’m posting this here. Enjoy. Or don’t. This is for me.

Dear Joshua:

Thank you so much for signing this (and for writing it)! It was a pleasure to be one of the first to read it during proofreading. I have several favorite books, between which I cannot choose because they fall into different genres and do not compete with one another for the niches they occupy in my heart. Strangeness is among those favorites, establishing its superiority in the ranks of those works that populate the peculiar realm at once morbid and humorous.

There are few perfect characters in fiction. It’s the rare author who ever creates a character perfectly. most characters are flawed by design, too passive, uninteresting, or unrelatably without error, Even those characters designed perfectly usually come with some error in their execution, a scene in which they deviate, a page which doesn’t seem to fit with the rest. Simon is without such error. Simon is one of those rare perfect characters.

You deserve all the praise you’ve been given by your fans, and more attention. You’re handicapped by the strange void that your work fills — unfortunately the romance genre is more popular. Notwithstanding, yours is the better novel, better than any I’ve read in a very long time. Thank you for making it a part of my life.

In Christ,

Marshall Finch

Christiangoth

A big…proportion (see what I did there?) of credit, for Simon turning out the way he did, should go to my editor, James Lowder. I had a very raw idea, and Jim helped me hammer it. Simon had quite a few changes from the first draft on, both in conception and execution. Jim helped me make the most of him.

Good Lord! You should see some of the offshoot ideas I had in the re-outlining phase, that Jim killed with expert scythe swings. Simon just may owe him his life. Once a year, he leaves small, gory sacrifices on the mantle and raises an absinthe toast to the force known as the Lowder.

Skål!

In Ink & Audio

20 Tuesday Dec 2011

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Would you like to hear a story? This is a good one. And very short. This is the story and the story goes: Simon meets Janie D. at work. She tells him who hurt her. She smiles. This is love. This is rigor mortis.

My first novel, Strangeness in the Proportion, is now available in print. This makes me more than a little giddy, more than a little, “Cousin Larry, we so happy, we do the dance of joy.” Why not buy a copy and share my giddiness?

If we can define power as the degree one affects the universe — and if we agree that buying a book by a mega-popular author (say Steven King) has less effect on his universe (by degrees) than a less popular, less accomplished author — then we can conclude that buying Strangeness may just be the most powerful purchase you make this year.

My tome received a blushingly nice review from the cool cats over at the Booked podcast.

Also did an interview with them the following week.

Not so long ago, I was somewhat worried that no one would like Simon and his scalpels and head full of undead crows and cadaver romancing. But people seem to be falling for the little weirdo. That almost feels more important to me than whether or not they liked the book. Maybe I’m just attached. We’ve been co-living in my head for over half a decade.

I recently ordered some business cards. I can’t resist Poe references. And you should respect my addiction.

To the Russian Clive Barker fans who found this blog via the internet search term “сенобиты” — I say to you:

Здравствуйте и добро пожаловать в этот дом странности.

And remember:

Who says six years of writing about a necrophile doesn’t pay off?

28 Monday Nov 2011

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It’s milestone time, my lovelies. My first novel is finally up for sale — Strangeness in the Proportion (published by White Wolf). Just tickle the beautiful corpse below:

Boy meets girl.
Boy looses girl.
Boy gets girl back…
…one piece at a time.

To answer a few questions about the book:

· The PDF sells for $4.99. The e-reader formats are not available yet (e-pub, kindle, etc.), but if people get the PDF at DriveThruFiction, those formats will be free for customers once available – they’ll appear as additional downloads.
· Print on demand is on the way, though I don’t know a date or price just yet (stay tuned!).
· Once all of the are formats are sorted out, the ebooks will be available at storefronts like Amazon, B&N, and the like.

And finally, in celebrating Vampire the Masquerade’s 20th anniversary, I have an essay over at FlamesRising.com about how I met the Masquerade. Warning: contains gore, slashers, and me as a grade school boy.

It’s been a long road and a surreal day. I’ve heard a few people, in retrospect, say that Vampire and World of Darkness fandom has been something more than gaming fandom, almost like the fandom for a favorite band. I feel like my favorite band asked me up on stage to play a few sets with them. Rock on.

Strangebook

06 Monday Jun 2011

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Looky, looky, lovelings!

There is now a Facebook page for my novel, Strangeness in the Proportion.

Take a peak. Hit the LIKE button. More fun stuff to come.

That’s My Novel And I’m Sticking To It

05 Tuesday Apr 2011

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Several weeks ago, I found myself editing a chapter of my book and yelling at a character. “You idiot!” I yelled. “Don’t do it!” But he did. He always does.

On a less pensive note, MY SERIALIZED NOVEL IS DONE! This is a project I have worked on (on and off) for well over six years, and is released by White Wolf Publishing.

The novel is called STRANGENESS IN THE PROPORTION. It is currently being discussed HERE. It will soon be sold as an ebook (and hopefully a print book as well). Right now you can read all 19 parts of it at the links bellow:

Strangeness in the Proportion, part 1

Strangeness in the Proportion, part 2
Strangeness in the Proportion, part 3
Strangeness in the Proportion, part 4
Strangeness in the Proportion, part 5
Strangeness in the Proportion, part 6
Strangeness in the Proportion, part 7
Strangeness in the Proportion, part 8
Strangeness in the Proportion, part 9
Strangeness in the Proportion, part 10
Strangeness in the Proportion, part 11
Strangeness in the Proportion, part 12
Strangeness in the Proportion, part 13
Strangeness in the Proportion, part 14
Strangeness in the Proportion, part 15
Strangeness in the Proportion, part 16
Strangeness in the Proportion, part 17
Strangeness in the Proportion, part 18
Strangeness in the Proportion, part 19

But What’s the Book About?

Well…

Synopsis #1 (provided by the narrator)
Would you like to hear a story?

This is a good one. And very short.

This is the story and the story goes: Simon meets Janie D. at work. She tells him who hurt her. She smiles. This is love. This is rigor mortis.

The end.

There is a longer story. The devils all lurk in the details.

Synopsis #2
Boy meets girl. Boy loses girl. Boy gets girl back…one piece at a time.

Synopsis #3
An absinthe addicted forensic pathologist (with a ghost tree full of undead ravens living inside his head) must enter a frightening, supernatural world to get his precious Jane Doe back.

Synopsis #4
Necrophiles need love too. They just have to dig down deep for it.

Synopsis #5 (a visual flow chart of the plot)


I’ll leave the book to speak for the rest.

That’s it. Milestone. With the novel done I’m doing things like sleeping again and responding to communications like, “Hey! Hey you! You can’t stand there!”

I also hope to get back to neglected things. Like this blog. Stay tuned.

Give your doubts a dismissal…with a bloody axe!

30 Friday Oct 2009

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halloween, nanowrimo, novel, self-doubt, strangeness in the proportion, white wolf

Happy pumpkin season and witching hour.

Remember to follow the Ignus Fatuus glow.

And ask Stingy Jack for a lantern.

Once upon a time, I won a novel contest. Many and many a year ago…

And now that’s finally heading towards fruition.  My editor contacted me. White Wolf has given the go on continuity and such.  Time to dig out the current draft of the manuscript…shove it back into my head…

November, which is NanoWrimo month, will see me on my own novel scramble. I’ll be polishing about 100,000 words (give or take).  Conan dialogue writing by day and novel by night.

“All work and no play…makes Jack a dull boy.”

Thankfully I won’t have time to type that all over a page or on the walls or ceiling.  That never leads to anything good anyway. Though I can make pretty nifty faces threw axe-holes in doors. But I digress.

So.

Novel.

What’s it about?

Well, while writing twitter-sized micro stories (140 characters a story) I did manage to distill it down to six little sentences:

I met Jane D. at work. She tells me who hurt her. Her hand tightens around mine. She smiles. This is love. This is rigor mortis.

Also…going over my notes…I did manage to find this handy, sophisticated, visual-plot flowchart that outlines the many nuances of the novel.

That’s all for now.  Check back for more.  I’ll surface from the pile of writing from time to time over the month, to update you all on the gory particulars of an unraveling mind and a deadline.  Good luck on all of you participating in NanoWrimo.  Keep me updated.  I’ll keep you updated.  And we’ll all get out of this alive.

Deal?

Remember, carpal tunnel is the enemy.  Stretch!  Limber up.

And self-doubts are little imps best brutalized with pipe wrenches, chainsaws, and falling anvils that you create in your head.  It’s not enough to just say they’re dealt with.  You really gotta anthropomorphize them and imagine brutally slaying them.

It works.

Do it.

I want to start hearing you all comparing self-doubt kills of the week in bloody detail.  I want the kill counts to wrack up with the word counts.  Splatter those pages with gory ink!

Hurrah!

Semper fi!

Kobra Kai!

Do or die!

Go!

 

 

ravens are like writing desks because they like to eat your brains through the eyes

31 Sunday Aug 2008

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For a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
Phew, for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
—Radiohead, “Karma Police”

Been gone a while.

No posts, no clever-cute-cute-too-too-clever-oh-so-cleverness.

I finished the novel draft, the White Wolf, World of Darkness novel: Strangeness in the Proportion.

I had thought that upon completion I would type up a giant, celebratory post full of exclamation points, minutes after finishing the last sentence, finger leaving the period and shift key, shaking, supercharged and twisted on an accomplishment high. The truth is that I finished the thing and sent it all in about a week ago and I pretty much crashed…napping and napping and daydreaming and barely touching my keyboard or phone for several days—too burnt out on the subject to even talk about it (all the ghoulish details of cadaverous love and whether or not it works in this draft…the ghost tree that grows, upside down in the protagonist’s head and how it’s full of wise-cracking wraith crows and how that all came about out of nowhere in this draft…and such…).

I also wanted to give a more detailed description of what went on in the process of this draft…but I’m pretty wiped and would rather just move forward. Long story short, it was a learning experience, a book length plot. It took too long—I worked too long on this draft, and my momentum left me before I got to the end. I definitely have a better idea of how to handle a draft of a novel, but it was learned the hard way. Some things worked. Some might not. Some I could not tell by the end because I’d been too close to the material for too long. I went through a few writer highs…but the end was very challenging…I went through many spells of feeling useless, small, talentless, and “should I even be a writer?” type of drivel (I’ll spare you all the particulars).

I think the motifs of the piece: absinthe, scalpels, silent films, cards, eccentric romance…I think those work better this time around.

If I owe anyone emails or answers to internet surveys or kidneys or pints of blood, I do apologize. The last month or two I’ve been hermetically sealed away. I’m out now. I’m catching up.

In two or three weeks, I’ll hear back from the editor. And I’ll look at the book and comments with, hopefully, fresh eyes.

Right now I’m recharging.

How are all of you lovelings?

Procrastination is the Perfect Drug

08 Thursday May 2008

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Neck deep in novel.

I’ve got less then a month to go and most of it (the new draft) to write. I picked up a lot of slothful habits that I’m having a bitch of a time trying to kill. But I need to. If I’m not productive, I tend to not sleep well these days…so writing and running and working out and writing…hopefully when the month is out I’ll have a book and be a bit thinner (all to earn the zzzzzz’s).

This pretty much leaves me a hermit until June 1st.

But I’ll try and pop on here, every so often, to surface…maybe a month of posts following the progress of a novel. It’s a novel for White Wolf. It’s a horror story…though I like to think of it as a love story on the other side of entropy. It’s about a very eccentric, absinthe addicted forensic pathologist, Simon, who meets a girl, falls for the girl, looses the girl, and then gets her back…one piece at a time (and he falls down a very twisted rabbit hole along the way). It’s called Strangeness in the Proportion.

By the bye, the reading at SWING STATE went really well. At first, I thought it wasn’t. It’s a loud and raucous place—nothing wrong with that…but I started getting the feeling, while reading my story from BOOK OF DEAD THINGS, that I was reading to an audience that couldn’t hear, and didn’t really want to. But…people started scooching up, people started complimenting, and as the Twilight Tales crew read further, we gathered more of them, and we read some more…only this time picking out the more lyrical, short, and violent/suggestive/funny/sexy pieces to read. I read my poem, “Poe Goes to the Singles Bar” and that seemed to be a hit. In the end, we sold as many, or more books than we have at quieter, more “attentive” venues, so I chalk it a success. Thanks for having us out Swing State!

Back to the novel…when I write, I like to make playlists for the things I’m writing, little (or big) soundtracks to my fiction. A lot of it is instrumental/mood music…but a sizable chunk has lyrics and sometimes lyrics help by adding images and words that help focus the project in question. I might make another post, later, about more of the music I listen to while writing this novel, but right now, I thought I’d mention two songs that I think sort of indirectly narrate the plot of the book (from different angels).

The first song is by my bestest friend, Torrie’s brother’s former band, Lucigen. The song is called “Cadaver”. The lyrics go:

strained stare in a new light
and a walk among the dead
in the moonlight
i know it’s strange but will you
try and realize this time
I could never paint you in memories
though I promised you my eternity
I could die with everything in harmony
with your golden eyed cadaver
falling over me

showering down on the window
leak the stars dust into your pillow
and I’ll whisper something
you will never know
forever these feelings will drift with me
all the currents will singe with your purity
and with the strength of a thousand antihistamines
and your golden eyed cadaver
falling over me

when do you suppose they’ll come after you
will they come for me
when they have recovered you
I’ll be the same as I was
when I endangered you
you’re a golden eyed cadaver
I’m in love with you



The second song is Nine Inch Nail’s “Perfect Drug”. Again, I can almost follow the plot of my novel by the lyrics:

I got my head, but my head is unraveling
Cant keep control, cant keep track of where its traveling
I got my heart but my heart is no good
And you’re the only one that’s understood
I come along but I don’t know where you’re taking me
I shouldn’t go but you’re reaching back and shaking me
Turn off the sun, pull the stars from the sky
The more I give to you, the more I die

And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you

You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug

You make me hard, when I’m all soft inside
I see the truth, when I’m all stupid eyed
The arrow goes straight through my heart
Without you everything just falls apart

My blood wants to say hello to you
My feelings want to get inside of you
My soul is so afraid to realize
Every little word is a lack of me

And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you

You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
(whispering)
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the drug, the perfect drug

Take me, with you
Take me, with you
Take me, with you
(continues in background)
Without you, without you everything falls apart
Without you, it’s not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Without you, without you everything falls apart
Without you, it’s not as much fun to pick up the pieces
It’s not as much fun to pick up the pieces
It’s not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Without you, without you everything falls apart
Without you, it’s not as much fun to pick up the pieces

But, I think, if we shuffle the two sets of lyrics together…we come to something that gets really close to a surreal plot synopsis:

I got my head, but my head is unraveling
Cant keep control, cant keep track of where its traveling
I got my heart but my heart is no good
And you’re the only one that’s understood

Strained stare in a new light
And a walk among the dead in the moonlight
I come along but I don’t know where you’re taking me
I shouldn’t go but you’re reaching back and shaking me
I know it’s strange but will you
Try and realize this time
I could never paint you in memories
Turn off the sun, pull the stars from the sky
Though I promised you my eternity
The more I give to you, the more I die
I could die with everything in harmony
With your golden eyed cadaver falling over me

And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you

You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug

You make me hard, when I’m all soft inside
I see the truth, when I’m all stupid eyed
Showering down on the window
Leak the stars dust into your pillow
And I’ll whisper something
You will never know
The arrow goes straight through my heart
Without you everything just falls apart

My blood wants to say hello to you
My feelings want to get inside of you
Forever these feelings will drift with me
All the currents will singe with your purity
My soul is so afraid to realize
Every little word is a lack of me
And your golden eyed cadaver falling over me

And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you

And with the strength of a thousand antihistamines
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug

When do you suppose they’ll come after you
Will they come for me when they have recovered you
Take me, with you
Take me, with you
Take me, with you

Without you, without you everything falls apart
Without you, its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
I’ll be the same as I was
when I endangered you
you’re a golden eyed cadaver
I’m in love with you
Its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Without you, without you everything falls apart
Without you, its not as much fun to pick up the pieces

Tonight’s blog entry is brought to you by the largest word in the english language:

“Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis”

It’s a lung disease caused by breathing in volcanic particles.

Good night!

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