In the interests of remaining consistent with weekly updates, here is another post.
I am now developmentally editing in an official capacity. It's like peer review, only more in depth because I have the entire book to work with instead of a chapter or two. I feel like something of a fraud, since I have written no book of my own, but I have read a lot and know a technical thing or two about theory. I can tell when something is or is not working for me, and why. Usually. I also can sometimes come up with a way to fix it or make it better. Or more to my liking, anyway. My chief concern has been trying to keep my own voice out, or at least down to a dull roar. We will, of course, keep you all posted.
The fairy idea has also secured a vote. I'm working on fleshing that out beyond setting.
And finally, the reason this post is succinct in comparison to my typical, long winded pomposity, I dislocated my right shoulder and sustained a Hill-Sachs lesion. Thus, I am typing exclusively with my left hand. And now I am tired of it, so I will stop.
Saturday, July 30, 2016
Saturday, July 23, 2016
What Next?
One project is done. I'm just waiting to get the ebook. The other project is on ice. It's difficult to do a good self edit, because after writing and reading the material so much, so often, your brain knows what to expect and automatically fills it in. You miss errors that way, so I'm giving myself plenty of space before I print it off one final time and read through it.
In the meantime, I'm helping to developmentally edit the next book in that series. It's informing a few minor changes I should make as well, so that's great. And the more time I spend with the series, the more excited I get about it, even though it isn't really mine. The author and I work well together, and I think when we collaborate, it has a synergistic effect on both of our work.
So have to make a choice. I was originally going to take a long break from writing altogether, because of parenting/work balance/self control issues. I still need to work on that, because rationally speaking, I would rather be a great parent and not write at all than be a mediocre parent and an amazing author. However, one too many sources have cautioned me against stopping completely, so I'll have to gingerly proceed and choose a project.
I have a variety of ideas. The first, of course, is First Monday Park. I think that will always be my favorite, but I don't think I want to pick that up for two reasons. First, I agree with all the assessments made about it from the beginning. It isn't commercial. I do want to make money. Hopefully, one day I can make enough to allow my wife to cut back on work. That's the new long term goal, so the short term goal is to produce something that will generate a tiny trickle of cash flow, and First Monday is not it. The second reason is that I love the idea so much, I think I want to sharpen craft a bit more before I pick it up again. I refuse to compromise and say "good enough" with that book. I want it to be perfect, and I keep worrying at it until I am satisfied. But that takes a long time. I need to work on something I don't care about quite so much, something I am willing to say "good enough" for.
I had been thinking about C.S. Lewis's "The Chronicles of Narnia" and how much it would have sucked to have been any one of the Pevensie children. Go on a fantastic adventure, save the world. Become a kind and benevolent king, conquer the outer reaches, go on diplomatic missions and hunts and tournaments. Or be a queen, loved and adored by all, same thing with the missions and tournaments, and be ardently courted by exotic princes... and then return to mid war England. Return to being a commoner with no magic gifts, and have to go through puberty all over again. I developed an idea with that as the basis. A lot of differences, of course, but so cool. Same problem as First Monday, though; too literary. Won't sell. On to the next.
Another idea would be the fairy book. I have no characters, and no plot for that in mind, just the fabulously rich setting of a normal riparian forest at an insect scale. I want the correct flora and fauna in the correct proportions, with correct properties and behavior, and just throw some tiny winged people into the mix. Maybe from Missouri, maybe Costa Rica, I'm not sure. However, that would take ALL of the research, and I just don't have time.
Or, I thought I could do a vaguely historical fiction book set in 10th or 11th century England, but with all the witchcraft and folktale monsters being real. Naturally, the Catholic church would maintain an order of monk/knights, or paladins, to keep the bugaboos at bay. So all the fantastic elements would be there, alongside the normal political jockeying and such... but it feels like something like that has probably already been done. The same concept in 6th century Eastern Roman Empire, though, that's probably up for grabs. How cool would that be?...
How much research would that be?
So that's out, but there's an idea for a missing person's crime novel I developed for my advanced creative writing class, and it has some promise. The plot is, I guess, so-so for the genre. There's some motorcycles and bribes and rogue FBI agents, all standard fare for crime. The narrator is amazing, though. It's basically me, if I gave myself all the time in the world to be eloquent and didn't balance my snark with kindness. I wrote everything with that voice, the outline, the summary, and the first and last chapters. Everybody loved it. My instructor, the only one I had who scoffed at literary pretension and encouraged us to write commercially, said it could sell.
But it has nothing to do with anything else I'm interested in writing, and... research. I don't really know exactly how the FBI works, and I don't even know how to go about finding out.
Then there's the paranormal idea. Graduate students of the coincidentally necessary disciplines find an ancient spellbook. The religious studies one insists that it's all superstition, and offers to do a spell to prove it. Of course, it works. I don't know what the spell would do, but isn't that a great opening? But paranormal isn't my genre, either. Some have been telling me that I can do whatever I want, whenever I want, but is that really good for building a brand?
There's the possibility of continuing work on one of the series that I have already written a short for. Originally I wanted to do several shorts for the series, then compile them in an anthology and sell that. Anthologies don't sell, though, so I'm back to square one.
Finally, there's always that Warcraft fan fiction that I can dust off, rip all the licensed material out, and repackage in an original setting. I know, the term 'Warcraft fan fiction' sounds a little scary, but I truly believe my concept is legitimate. I'm just not jazzed about creating my own world. I like limits. I like knowing what I can't do, or even better, tight parameters for what I can. Tell me that anything is possible, and I get crushed by the potential to do everything wrong or stupid or worse, derivative, and I want to hide in my shell like a gastropod.
So if anyone has an opinion on what they'd like to see most, or an inside track on the Byzantine Empire or the FBI, let me know. I'm just sitting over here in the corner, being non committal.
In the meantime, I'm helping to developmentally edit the next book in that series. It's informing a few minor changes I should make as well, so that's great. And the more time I spend with the series, the more excited I get about it, even though it isn't really mine. The author and I work well together, and I think when we collaborate, it has a synergistic effect on both of our work.
So have to make a choice. I was originally going to take a long break from writing altogether, because of parenting/work balance/self control issues. I still need to work on that, because rationally speaking, I would rather be a great parent and not write at all than be a mediocre parent and an amazing author. However, one too many sources have cautioned me against stopping completely, so I'll have to gingerly proceed and choose a project.
I have a variety of ideas. The first, of course, is First Monday Park. I think that will always be my favorite, but I don't think I want to pick that up for two reasons. First, I agree with all the assessments made about it from the beginning. It isn't commercial. I do want to make money. Hopefully, one day I can make enough to allow my wife to cut back on work. That's the new long term goal, so the short term goal is to produce something that will generate a tiny trickle of cash flow, and First Monday is not it. The second reason is that I love the idea so much, I think I want to sharpen craft a bit more before I pick it up again. I refuse to compromise and say "good enough" with that book. I want it to be perfect, and I keep worrying at it until I am satisfied. But that takes a long time. I need to work on something I don't care about quite so much, something I am willing to say "good enough" for.
I had been thinking about C.S. Lewis's "The Chronicles of Narnia" and how much it would have sucked to have been any one of the Pevensie children. Go on a fantastic adventure, save the world. Become a kind and benevolent king, conquer the outer reaches, go on diplomatic missions and hunts and tournaments. Or be a queen, loved and adored by all, same thing with the missions and tournaments, and be ardently courted by exotic princes... and then return to mid war England. Return to being a commoner with no magic gifts, and have to go through puberty all over again. I developed an idea with that as the basis. A lot of differences, of course, but so cool. Same problem as First Monday, though; too literary. Won't sell. On to the next.
Another idea would be the fairy book. I have no characters, and no plot for that in mind, just the fabulously rich setting of a normal riparian forest at an insect scale. I want the correct flora and fauna in the correct proportions, with correct properties and behavior, and just throw some tiny winged people into the mix. Maybe from Missouri, maybe Costa Rica, I'm not sure. However, that would take ALL of the research, and I just don't have time.
Or, I thought I could do a vaguely historical fiction book set in 10th or 11th century England, but with all the witchcraft and folktale monsters being real. Naturally, the Catholic church would maintain an order of monk/knights, or paladins, to keep the bugaboos at bay. So all the fantastic elements would be there, alongside the normal political jockeying and such... but it feels like something like that has probably already been done. The same concept in 6th century Eastern Roman Empire, though, that's probably up for grabs. How cool would that be?...
How much research would that be?
So that's out, but there's an idea for a missing person's crime novel I developed for my advanced creative writing class, and it has some promise. The plot is, I guess, so-so for the genre. There's some motorcycles and bribes and rogue FBI agents, all standard fare for crime. The narrator is amazing, though. It's basically me, if I gave myself all the time in the world to be eloquent and didn't balance my snark with kindness. I wrote everything with that voice, the outline, the summary, and the first and last chapters. Everybody loved it. My instructor, the only one I had who scoffed at literary pretension and encouraged us to write commercially, said it could sell.
But it has nothing to do with anything else I'm interested in writing, and... research. I don't really know exactly how the FBI works, and I don't even know how to go about finding out.
Then there's the paranormal idea. Graduate students of the coincidentally necessary disciplines find an ancient spellbook. The religious studies one insists that it's all superstition, and offers to do a spell to prove it. Of course, it works. I don't know what the spell would do, but isn't that a great opening? But paranormal isn't my genre, either. Some have been telling me that I can do whatever I want, whenever I want, but is that really good for building a brand?
There's the possibility of continuing work on one of the series that I have already written a short for. Originally I wanted to do several shorts for the series, then compile them in an anthology and sell that. Anthologies don't sell, though, so I'm back to square one.
Finally, there's always that Warcraft fan fiction that I can dust off, rip all the licensed material out, and repackage in an original setting. I know, the term 'Warcraft fan fiction' sounds a little scary, but I truly believe my concept is legitimate. I'm just not jazzed about creating my own world. I like limits. I like knowing what I can't do, or even better, tight parameters for what I can. Tell me that anything is possible, and I get crushed by the potential to do everything wrong or stupid or worse, derivative, and I want to hide in my shell like a gastropod.
So if anyone has an opinion on what they'd like to see most, or an inside track on the Byzantine Empire or the FBI, let me know. I'm just sitting over here in the corner, being non committal.
Saturday, July 16, 2016
How I Landed the Gig
I wrote a story and it will be published, but the story behind that story is kind of cool, too.
It all began just before the birth of this blog, at the Pikes Peak Writer's Conference of 2012. I was green to the core; not a scrap of formal craft training in me, all I had was raw, undirected talent and the notion that I should probably do something with it. I also had an idea for a book, and eagerly chattered about it with several people as green writers are wont to do. They all smiled at my enthusiasm, and gently told me that the idea was "unmarketable," which is trade vernacular for "it sucks and you are wasting my time talking about it." But I didn't know about trade vernacular. I just knew they didn't think some of my most cherished elements of the novel would work, and I was kind of bummed.
Then I met Aaron Ritchey.
He taught a class, I forget what the title was. As he spoke I could tell there were quite a lot of significant differences between us, but somehow through it all I detected what Lucy Maud Montgomery calls a "kindred spirit." I decided to try my idea out on him, so I roped him into a conversation. He fiercely rubbed his chin as I prattled about the large cast of protagonists and the multiple points of view, and the world just a few degrees closer to reality than our own. Then he weighed in his opinion.
"Yeah," he said, "that wouldn't sell at all. You should write it anyway."
Then he told me about his favorite project. He'd just released a YA novel, said he was working on others, but his real passion was a book, no a series! about three sisters on a cattle drive through a post apocalyptic wasteland. It would be like Bonanza, but with machine guns. And the protagonist would be a girl, but like a normal girl, you know, and he didn't want to give away too many details, but this is what he was excited about.
We parted ways. I bought his book. Then I disappeared into the halls of academia for two years. You can read about that here. I finished just a little too late for PPWC 2014, so it was a full three years before I crossed paths with Ritchey again.
This time, I was not so green. I now knew a whole heap about craft. I'd even had it confirmed in review that, while my novel sounds wonky in theory, it really does work in practice. Meanwhile, Ritchey had released two more novels. A lot had happened since we'd last met, so I wasn't offended that he didn't remember me right away.
"Oh yeah!" he said, "You were the one with that surreal, literary, other world thing."
I reminded him that he told me it wouldn't sell, and that I should write it anyway.
"I did? That's terrible advice!" Then he smirked and nodded, "but it sounds like something I'd say."
I didn't get a chance to ask him about his post apocalyptic cattle drive. He was emceeing that year, so he was a busy guy. However, I did get a friend invite on Facebook a few days later. That's how I found out about his progress.
It was finally time. The book had been written, but he wanted to stack the odds in his favor. He was giving out Advanced Reader Copies in exchange for a pinky promise to give it a review when it came out, because reviews on Amazon are like precious jewels to a fiction writer. I remembered how excited he was about this project, and how his other books, all of which I had read, were actually pretty good, and how we were kindred spirits, after all. So I said sure, I'll get an ARC and leave a review.
The book, "Dandelion Iron" is the first in a series called "The Juniper Wars." It's pretty OK, by which I mean it has potential to breakout and go big. I'm saying you should probably buy it now for the hipster cred, if nothing else. It's also a really great book. I'm not sure what broad philosophical questions are going to be leveled by the end of the series, but as far as storytelling goes it's solid. Have you at least checked out the link yet?
How about now?
OK, good. Now we can continue. At the end of that ARC was an announcement that several other authors had been recruited to expand the already rich and complex universe in one-off short stories, and I immediately knew I wanted in. But there was no way. The announcement was definitely a "stay tuned" type thing, not a casting call. It was pretty clear that he'd been out begging for far more notorious names than his own to lend a little of their prestige to this venture. I dropped a private message anyway, asking if he was scouting talent or if this thing was by invite only, which was the most polite way I could think of to ask for a shot.
Now, keep in mind, Ritchey had never seen anything I had ever written. My portfolio was empty. My resume was blank. And if there is one thing I have learned from all my time at writer's conventions and creative writing classes, it's that the vast majority of aspiring writers out there aren't that great. Contrary to popular belief, crafting an elaborate, inventive lie that other people are willing to spend time and money on is actually pretty hard. There's a reason publishers used to reject 90% of the submissions they received, back in the bad old days of the publishing house. However, I also knew that I had the ghost of a chance because, if nothing else, Aaron Michael Ritchey is a nice guy. That day he proved he is nicer than is probably good for him in the long run, because he said sure. Send in a story.
I didn't expect that, truthfully, so when I got it I realized I was not equipped to write a story. I had to pester for details; what kind of story did he want, details about the history and universe that hadn't shown up or been fully explained in the novel. He finally gave me the world bible and I crawled into my hole to write.
I slaved away at that thing, ignoring my family, sometimes staying up late into the night. I finished just in time to show it to my monthly critique group, and then sent a revised draft off for submission. Then I waited.
I felt pretty good about it, but I wasn't sure it fit the feel and general voice of the universe. "Dandelion Iron" is chock full of guns, sex, drugs and outlaws, and my piece, titled "Magpies," is relatively understated. There's no drugs, barely any flirting, and one scene with a gun that felt desperate and fearful and dirty, not flashy or gloriously justified. I was afraid I was leaning in that literary direction instead of commercial, and if you have read some of the other articles in this blog, you know I don't believe in the latter over the former, if we have to choose. But I didn't hear back. So I contacted another local author. This short story accompanying a full novel thing is a really cool idea. It's like legitimized fan fiction, and I had a lot of fun doing it. She agreed to a deal, and I started work on a second short, this one for a sci-fi fantasy series that is also well worth your time. Check out "Pawn" here. I'll wait.
OK, so there I was, pecking away at this second story, which wound up being a far, far tougher piece than I initially credited, and I finally heard back from Ritchey. He said all the things a first time submitter wants to hear.
He said he had planned on only reading a few pages, but was captured.
He said it might be the best piece of non professional writing he'd ever read.
He said it fit the universe perfectly, and that it is commercial in all of the best ways. Best of all, he said he'd pay for it.
Then the rest is the ugly part where he actually wanted to replace the gun scene altogether, and I got all entitled and fought him on it. The kind of thing I hear is common between editors and authors, though I really wasn't in much of a position to protest and he graciously gave me the room to do so anyway. After much hand wringing and angst we arrived at an accord, by which I mean he was right all along and I just needed time to see it.
So it's done. I'll let you know when it is released and provide a link. It will be available for free, so if you can't bring yourself to pay for "Iron" just yet, read mine and the three other shorts that have been released so far and see if you can resist after that. Likewise, I'll let you know when my other short, "Fool's Game," becomes available.
The point is, I've reached my goal. It's not a full novel, but I am a published author. I guess I don't have anything to blog about, anymore.
It all began just before the birth of this blog, at the Pikes Peak Writer's Conference of 2012. I was green to the core; not a scrap of formal craft training in me, all I had was raw, undirected talent and the notion that I should probably do something with it. I also had an idea for a book, and eagerly chattered about it with several people as green writers are wont to do. They all smiled at my enthusiasm, and gently told me that the idea was "unmarketable," which is trade vernacular for "it sucks and you are wasting my time talking about it." But I didn't know about trade vernacular. I just knew they didn't think some of my most cherished elements of the novel would work, and I was kind of bummed.
Then I met Aaron Ritchey.
He taught a class, I forget what the title was. As he spoke I could tell there were quite a lot of significant differences between us, but somehow through it all I detected what Lucy Maud Montgomery calls a "kindred spirit." I decided to try my idea out on him, so I roped him into a conversation. He fiercely rubbed his chin as I prattled about the large cast of protagonists and the multiple points of view, and the world just a few degrees closer to reality than our own. Then he weighed in his opinion.
"Yeah," he said, "that wouldn't sell at all. You should write it anyway."
Then he told me about his favorite project. He'd just released a YA novel, said he was working on others, but his real passion was a book, no a series! about three sisters on a cattle drive through a post apocalyptic wasteland. It would be like Bonanza, but with machine guns. And the protagonist would be a girl, but like a normal girl, you know, and he didn't want to give away too many details, but this is what he was excited about.
We parted ways. I bought his book. Then I disappeared into the halls of academia for two years. You can read about that here. I finished just a little too late for PPWC 2014, so it was a full three years before I crossed paths with Ritchey again.
This time, I was not so green. I now knew a whole heap about craft. I'd even had it confirmed in review that, while my novel sounds wonky in theory, it really does work in practice. Meanwhile, Ritchey had released two more novels. A lot had happened since we'd last met, so I wasn't offended that he didn't remember me right away.
"Oh yeah!" he said, "You were the one with that surreal, literary, other world thing."
I reminded him that he told me it wouldn't sell, and that I should write it anyway.
"I did? That's terrible advice!" Then he smirked and nodded, "but it sounds like something I'd say."
I didn't get a chance to ask him about his post apocalyptic cattle drive. He was emceeing that year, so he was a busy guy. However, I did get a friend invite on Facebook a few days later. That's how I found out about his progress.
It was finally time. The book had been written, but he wanted to stack the odds in his favor. He was giving out Advanced Reader Copies in exchange for a pinky promise to give it a review when it came out, because reviews on Amazon are like precious jewels to a fiction writer. I remembered how excited he was about this project, and how his other books, all of which I had read, were actually pretty good, and how we were kindred spirits, after all. So I said sure, I'll get an ARC and leave a review.
The book, "Dandelion Iron" is the first in a series called "The Juniper Wars." It's pretty OK, by which I mean it has potential to breakout and go big. I'm saying you should probably buy it now for the hipster cred, if nothing else. It's also a really great book. I'm not sure what broad philosophical questions are going to be leveled by the end of the series, but as far as storytelling goes it's solid. Have you at least checked out the link yet?
How about now?
OK, good. Now we can continue. At the end of that ARC was an announcement that several other authors had been recruited to expand the already rich and complex universe in one-off short stories, and I immediately knew I wanted in. But there was no way. The announcement was definitely a "stay tuned" type thing, not a casting call. It was pretty clear that he'd been out begging for far more notorious names than his own to lend a little of their prestige to this venture. I dropped a private message anyway, asking if he was scouting talent or if this thing was by invite only, which was the most polite way I could think of to ask for a shot.
Now, keep in mind, Ritchey had never seen anything I had ever written. My portfolio was empty. My resume was blank. And if there is one thing I have learned from all my time at writer's conventions and creative writing classes, it's that the vast majority of aspiring writers out there aren't that great. Contrary to popular belief, crafting an elaborate, inventive lie that other people are willing to spend time and money on is actually pretty hard. There's a reason publishers used to reject 90% of the submissions they received, back in the bad old days of the publishing house. However, I also knew that I had the ghost of a chance because, if nothing else, Aaron Michael Ritchey is a nice guy. That day he proved he is nicer than is probably good for him in the long run, because he said sure. Send in a story.
I didn't expect that, truthfully, so when I got it I realized I was not equipped to write a story. I had to pester for details; what kind of story did he want, details about the history and universe that hadn't shown up or been fully explained in the novel. He finally gave me the world bible and I crawled into my hole to write.
I slaved away at that thing, ignoring my family, sometimes staying up late into the night. I finished just in time to show it to my monthly critique group, and then sent a revised draft off for submission. Then I waited.
I felt pretty good about it, but I wasn't sure it fit the feel and general voice of the universe. "Dandelion Iron" is chock full of guns, sex, drugs and outlaws, and my piece, titled "Magpies," is relatively understated. There's no drugs, barely any flirting, and one scene with a gun that felt desperate and fearful and dirty, not flashy or gloriously justified. I was afraid I was leaning in that literary direction instead of commercial, and if you have read some of the other articles in this blog, you know I don't believe in the latter over the former, if we have to choose. But I didn't hear back. So I contacted another local author. This short story accompanying a full novel thing is a really cool idea. It's like legitimized fan fiction, and I had a lot of fun doing it. She agreed to a deal, and I started work on a second short, this one for a sci-fi fantasy series that is also well worth your time. Check out "Pawn" here. I'll wait.
OK, so there I was, pecking away at this second story, which wound up being a far, far tougher piece than I initially credited, and I finally heard back from Ritchey. He said all the things a first time submitter wants to hear.
He said he had planned on only reading a few pages, but was captured.
He said it might be the best piece of non professional writing he'd ever read.
He said it fit the universe perfectly, and that it is commercial in all of the best ways. Best of all, he said he'd pay for it.
Then the rest is the ugly part where he actually wanted to replace the gun scene altogether, and I got all entitled and fought him on it. The kind of thing I hear is common between editors and authors, though I really wasn't in much of a position to protest and he graciously gave me the room to do so anyway. After much hand wringing and angst we arrived at an accord, by which I mean he was right all along and I just needed time to see it.
So it's done. I'll let you know when it is released and provide a link. It will be available for free, so if you can't bring yourself to pay for "Iron" just yet, read mine and the three other shorts that have been released so far and see if you can resist after that. Likewise, I'll let you know when my other short, "Fool's Game," becomes available.
The point is, I've reached my goal. It's not a full novel, but I am a published author. I guess I don't have anything to blog about, anymore.
Saturday, July 9, 2016
The Blurb
I haven’t updated the blog for two reasons. First, I’ve been busy raising kids. We currently have three, no older than four and no younger than five months. I don’t get a lot of time to write. Second, when I do get that time, I spend it writing fiction. I’ve quit going to writing groups, don’t spend much time reading, don’t browse the Internet for writing or marketing articles. I just write. Even then, it’s slow going. I have been working on two separate short stories since about February. It is now July, but we’re getting close to finishing. Now it is time to write The Blurb.
A lot of writers hate The Blurb. It’s not like writing a story; it’s a tiny genre unto itself. It’s not a narrative, it’s an advertisement, and it needs to show genre, target audience, a hint of the prose inside, and perhaps a suggestion of the plot. However, it can't contain spoilers, and it has to spike intrigue in the space of two to five sentences. Worse, it’s asking you to attempt to pack all of the awesomeness of the project you have been bleeding into for the past however long, all into a handful of words. That project has taken time, it’s taken headaches, it’s taken research and getting lost on bunny trails and real emotional angst as we agonized over the fates of our beloveds. It deserves more than a handful of words. And to top it all off, it just feels cheap. Blurbs are the barkers in a crowded, chaotic midway, begging the masses to take a look, maybe drop a few bucks at their own booth. It’s not dignified. It shouldn’t be necessary.
For all of these reasons, most authors sneer at The Blurb. We talk about spectacular opening sentences and character building and plotting and all that other fine stuff, while The Blurb gets relegated to the backseat as the chore, the dreaded requirement, one of the arduous and humiliating prices we pay for producing art.
But not me.
In all seriousness, I'm a little excited about The Blurb. One reason is HOLY CRAP YOU GUYS I’M PUBLISHING A STORY! After all the hours and the money and the conferences, and all the times I said “I’m a writer” and felt like a fraud because I haven’t actually published anything, I’m actually publishing my story. No, better than that; somebody else is publishing my story. I’m embracing all the annoying accoutrements of writing because they are rites of passage. I am legitimized. I get to write The Blurb. A second reason is, I am a writer. I can write anything. You want a story about a scavengers in steam powered trucks salvaging the copper wiring and pipes from abandoned homes and businesses in a post apocalyptic wasteland? Done. You want a story about multi eyed puppet master aliens backstabbing their way into political prominence using a chess/video game hybrid employing elves, humans, and cat people as their pieces? Done. You want blurbs for those? Son, you came to the right place.
See what I did there? And I’ll do it again, I don’t care. I’ll rephrase it, spin it, wrap it up in a nice bow and sell it to your grandma; if the goal is to sell a story using words on a page, I won’t stop trying until I get it done. Because I am that good.
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