The Fox and the Hound

I remember the Disney movie, where—as the film poster says—"...two friends...didn't know they were supposed to be enemies." The novel is a different animal altogether. In the novel, the fox and the hound are never friends. The hound hunts the fox relentlessly until the latter dies from exhaustion. Then the hound gets shot.

Spoiler alert for a novel that came out in 1967.

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Read, Write, Edit, Repeat

When I decided that I wanted to write, I was not at all sure what I was getting into. The world is a great deal more complicated once we step into it. After a few years of touring various conventions, speaking at panels, and doing book signings, I've realized that writing is a lot more complicated than putting words to paper.

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It's December?!

The sound of an alarm is shrill and sharp, and most people can't sleep through one. I don't have  that problem—never have. Needless to say, I seem to have missed the switch from November to December. Even work was able to surprise me with things I hadn't yet done. (And work is one of the things I generally do impeccably.)

I've gone ahead and removed the NaNoWriMo update thing from the site since November is over. I didn't win, but I'm okay with it. The month of November was less productive than I wanted it to be, but it got me back on track. I'm more productive now than I've been in months. I've completed two short stories, started a novel that I'm flooded with inspiration for, and I've written a lot of non-fiction stuff.

Moreover, as January approaches, I'm going to be submitting a bunch of stuff to the OWFI Writing Contest. It's gonna make the convention this spring more fun. Honestly, if you're a writer in Oklahoma, and you don't go to the OWFI Conference, you're missing out.

A Murder of Storytellers is coming out with one anthology in January that I'm helping to edit! It's called Theater B. I want to get you excited about it, so I'll repost the blurb from the back of the book, which I wrote. Enjoy...and anticipate!

Evil Dead. Grindhouse. Brain Damage. Motel Hell. Night of the Comet. There are no conventions that the vanguard writers of these films wouldn't eschew. There are no rules that they wouldn't break. These maestros of the macabre took everything we know about horror and set it on its head, all for fancy's thrill. For them, there is no caprice too bizarre to indulge. No limits. No precautions. Just you, a story, and the wind rushing past you with the ground fast approaching. Oh, and your bungie cord isn't attached to your harness. Your evil hand must have loosened it.

Maybe the voice living in the zit on the left side of your nose can help. Why don't you ask her? Oh, yes—your zit is a chick. The incarnate ghost of your dead great-aunt.

Theater B is a collection of short stories written in the same vein as the classic B movies that we fell in love with for their utter lack of shame. They are orgasms of creativity, sluicing imagination from every orifice. They are monuments to the raw idea, bereft of filter, spawned to electrify, to terrify, and to nauseate.

Last thing. Look up! It's a new logo! It doesn't look very different, but you get special bonus points if you notice the sleek differences. 😉

Everyday is Not the Best Day

Sometimes you find yourself unable to really sit down and do anything productive. Yesterday, I managed a good word count for NaNo. An excellent word count, actually. Over 3,000 words in just one day. But that was a Sunday. My first Monday amounts to very many fewer words.

It's not the worst--I'm not that far behind actually. I am, in fact, ahead of where I need to be if I had only made the goal of writing 1667 words per day on November 1st. So there's that. Everyday is not the best day; that's my lesson for today. Sometimes, you just don't make your goal. Don't let that stop you. Forgive yourself and carry on.

Life made up of failures. But there are plenty of successes among those failures. Focus too much on the failures, and you'll be swallowed whole by them. Tomorrow will be a better day. Maybe not the best, but definitely better.

A great thing did happen today. Muzzleland Press wrote a review about Broken Worlds. I think it's fair to say that we didn't get 5-out-of-5 stars, but we did demonstrate that Broken Worlds is a quality piece of fiction from a new editor and a relatively new publisher. Every single time we produce something, we improve our ability to produce that thing. I'm honored by Muzzleland's willingness to review our work, and I expect that the next anthology will be better. Not because Broken Worlds wasn't, but because we should always be striving to improve ourselves.

I hope I'm improving myself until the day I die, both in the way I write and in the way I edit. And in all the ways that have nothing to do with my career in literature.