September 11

It’s Alive!

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The List is live on Amazon.com, if you’re interested.

“Horrible death and apocalypse, individually packaged for your convenience. Now with 20% more mutilation!”

I ask myself not “how could this happen?” but “how did we not assume this was the natural outcome of life, and do something about it?” I mean, learn to shoot a gun or sharpen a machete or something, yanno?

But I’m not here to try to analyze why this is happening, or come up with magic cure to the undead. No doubt there are plenty of labs and government d-bags locked away with all the bottled water and frozen McDonald’s patties trying to figure all that out. Not me. I’m here to tell you about the list.

The list of people who absolutely must die in order for me, and any survivors to remain safe.

 

What people are saying:

We all have lists and the only thing holding us back from acting on those lists is our humanity. Or should we act on our lists to embrace humanity?” -Brian L. Adams

 

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August 28

Guest blog: An Interview with Lenore by David Niall Wilson

Today, I have been given a unique opportunity to ask a few questions of one of my own characters. Of course, once they have been written, they are as real to me as the people I meet on the street, probably more real in most cases, because I know them. Of course, since I have written about her only once, I have a lot to learn about Eleanor MaCready – Lenore, to her friends.

DNW: Lenore, you have a powerful and unique talent for portraits, and landscapes. When did you first know you would be an artist?

LENORE: My childhood was spent in a very different place and time from the world you inhabit. When I was young, there were very few acceptable trades for a woman, and as you might guess, traveling artist was not among them. If it had not been for my other gift – or curse – the gift that brought me to the Lake Drummond Hotel, and to the events that you have recorded in your novel, my art would probably have been something I tucked away and kept to myself. No doubt I would have ended up married to a farmer, or a rancher, possibly – if I was lucky – a plantation owner. I am no judge, but I’m told that I was very pretty.

The first time I remember seeing the faces, there were two of them, I was staring at the wall of an old barn. The wood was pine, pitted and cracked, and there were knots ever few feet. In the swirling lines of a knot about eye level, I saw two faces. One was a young man, the other a girl. It wasn’t as if I saw lines that resembled faces, as people often do. These were bright, clear images.

I tried to show my brother, but he looked, shook his head, and walked away. When I tried to tell my mother, he chimed in and told her I had been out in the heat too long and was as crazy as a scared goose.

I found an old scrap of paper, and a bit of charcoal, and I went back to the barn. It took me until dark to finish, but I drew – as well as I could – the two faces on the wood. I worked until something sort of – shifted – and I knew that I had them. The drawing was crude, but the features on both faces were clear.

I was frightened. I knew that all I should see there was wood, and that if I showed the picture to anyone, they would take it from me, tear it, and make fun of me. There should have been boards, and an interesting knothole. I saw them almost as clearly as the faces.

In the last light of that day, I carefully brushed away the faces. As I went, I drew in the wood as it ought to be, recreated the whorls and pits of the old pine. As the last of the girl’s face was replaced by the grain of the wood, there was a sound – a soft pop – and when I glanced up, I saw something – something silver and bright – snap free of the barn’s wall. It was like a thread had broken, and she was free.

I did the same for the boy’s face, and he, too, disappeared, leaving nothing on the wall, or in my drawing, but old stained boards and a knothole that resembled a dog more than any face. What my brother had seen. What everyone else had seen was all that remained.

But the faces. I felt there was more to them – and I’d witnessed them breaking free and floating up, out of sight in the dark evening sky. That was when I first realized that there was something different about me- possibly special – but definitely private. I spent as much time as I could, after that, drawing things. Faces, bowls and pots in the kitchen, fruit from the garden. I drew pictures of my family, and they smiled and shook their heads at me as if I was wasting time – but they kept them, every one.

DNW: Buy the time you met Edgar Allan Poe, you’d been on the road for a while. What was different about the images you found on the edge of The Great Dismal Swamp?

LENORE: There was nothing different. The images – the trapped souls – are always the same. What was different in that place, and that time, was the people. First, there was the girl at the hotel, Anita. She was not the first person I’d met who could see the faces, but she was the first – and only – who was also able to see when the soul was set free, to experience that moment as I do, and share in it with me. That was very special.

Edgar brought it all to another level entirely. When he was there, writing, and I was drawing, we formed a connection. It is hard to explain, but somehow his story became the story of the face I was excising from the branches of an old tree. I was drawn into his vision, along with Anita, and even his bird – Grimm – the crow that traveled with him everywhere he went. It is possible that Grimm was the bond – he is a very old and very powerful bird.

I would not want to spoil the story for your readers, so I will say only that it was in that place – that hotel – that I first experienced the lives of those I’d set free – first felt them as complete beings and knew who, and what I had freed. I have no choice, you see – if I see them, I am compelled to draw them. That is why I sometimes call my gift a curse. Art does not wait for our convenience – not when it’s real. But you know that. You have my voice in your head, and you know I will be calling to you again soon. There is always more to the story.

DNW: Indeed. I thank you for your story, and your time.

LENORE: As you know, at the moment, I have nothing but time.

If you would like to know more about the character Lenore, her meeting with Edgar Allan Poe, and their adventures in The Great Dismal swamp, you will find what you seek in the pages of my novel, Nevermore – a Novel of Love, Loss & Edgar Allan Poe. You can find more about me, and my work, at my website: http://www.davidniallwilson.com

You can connect with me on Twitter at http://www.twitter.com/david_n_wilson

You can find me on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/David.Niall.Wilson

 

Thank you for having me… I hope you’ll all share in Lenore’s story – and Edgar’s.

August 5

Are you a professional?

An article recently came out on the HWA website with ten questions to determine whether you are a professional writer or not. Whether it meant to or not, the article ended up sounding snide and elitist. It was probably meant to express frustration with “I’ve always wanted to write a book” types that we inevitably run into.

The unmovable force that is Brian Keene responded. So have many other authors.

I always thought that being a professional in any industry meant you conduct yourself in a professional manner. You show up to meetings or interviews (or events) clean, well groomed (in whatever manner that means to you). You are honest with your expectations of the work and your ability to do it. You are honest with others about your ability to do the work. You show up on time, meet deadlines. You do your best to give every project your best effort.

In writing this means you read and follow guidelines. You send out work as polished and error-free as you can, whether it is to editors or work you’re self publishing. You respect your readers (at least as an entity, if not individually) and treat them decent face-to-face or by giving them the best story you can. You don’t expect them to be your beta readers or pay for trash.

I got a day job for a number of reasons. But one of the big reasons I keep it is because writing can easily become insanely stressful. You can’t control what the market wants to buy. You can’t control how talented the other authors in the slush pile are, or who gets their story in first. You can’t read every market or every book and be at every con to be perfectly prepared. The stress of turning writing into getting paid to write was killing my desire to write.

Enter the day job, which I really enjoy. It gets me out with other people, it gets me up on my feet and moving. It feeds one of my many interests. Because I do have many. People are a garden of interests and desires and gardens cannot thrive when only one beastly plant lives. Furthermore it takes a huge amount of the pressure off. Each rejection is finally just that, a rejection, rather than one more failure to provide for my family.

I have some entangling issues, you see, with depression and anxiety. It’s not really anyone else’s business, and not what I meant to talk about here. But the truth is the day job allows me to untangle those emotions and that anxiety enough that I can maintain an enjoyment of writing. I write less these days. But I’m much much happier, and I write BETTER. And additionally I’ve been more fiscally successful in the time since I made that life change. If, you know, that is how you want to define a professional.

If you want to say splitting my attention makes me a hobbyist and not a professional, or working with small presses or self publishing…well, honestly your opinion matters not a lick to me. But I would find it curious because isn’t making the choices that are best for your career a trademark of a professional?

Anyway, like Brian I thought I’d give those questions a crack for amusement, even though the article says you lose automatically if you scoff (and frankly I scoffed at the title.)

1. Is your home/work place messy because that time you’d put into cleaning it is better spent writing?

No, it’s messy because three dogs, a cat, two kids (including a teenager!), an insomniac and a scattered, interest-eclectic artist live here. It’s messy because I’d rather play Final Fantasy 7 or watch seasons of TV shows instead of clean. Because I’m always growing, canning, baking, gluing or organizing something. Because sometimes I come home from work and can barely think straight and the kids have used my bed to bounce on, have been making movies with my craft/sewing supplies, the dogs have cuddled with my sleep pants and my darling husband (who works 3rd shift) is just getting up and moving since it’s his day off. Also, if it’s a matter of my kids eating off clean dishes or me writing…I can write on my lunch break or before bed. Washing dishes takes all of 15 minutes.

2. Do you routinely turn down evenings out with friends because you need to be home writing instead?

What are evenings out with friends? I’m unfamiliar with this concept seeing as I’m often broke and am a parent. Are evenings out like when you go to dinner and a movie and maybe Walmart for some school supplies on payday? In that case I make my husband drive and I write a long the way.

Joking, somewhat anyway. But weekends out are never an every weekend thing. At the very least because working in a retail environment means I work weekends. Jason is part of a wrestling company so I get the fun opportunity to support him by going to his shows. I also have a few friends that celebrate holidays occasionally with a feast-type get together. Writing is wonderful, but a support network can mean the difference between thriving and wilting.

3. Do you turn off the television in order to write?

No, but I do annoy my family by putting CSI and documentaries and seasons of whatever as background noise and totally not paying attention to them while writing.

4. Would you rather receive useful criticism than praise?

It depends on who they are from. Ideally I’d like to receive both. I also think my idea of useful criticism is different than other people’s. I do need criticism. I need encouragement sometimes too.

5. Do you plan vacations around writing opportunities (either research or networking potential)?

No. I plan vacations around what I want to do. I do tend to use a lot of vacation stuff in my books. I read a lot on vacation and want to go places and experience things. I love zoos, parks, caves, craft shops, bookstores…Vacations are also family time. Because it’s easy to forget how important family is when you’re focused entirely on getting stuff done.

6. Would you rather be chatting about the business of writing with another writer than exchanging small talk with a good friend?

No. I love talking writing and hearing other people’s experiences and market tips. But I also want to know how my friends are. If their life is going well, or if they need some kind of support I can give them. And many of us have the same hobbies, so talking about their gardens, their kids, or what books they’re loving. Generally people who can’t talk about anything but business are the nervous-to-be-accepted fanboys that make conversations uncomfortable.

7. Have you ever taken a day job that paid less money because it would give you more time/energy/material to write?

No. I like to eat. I like my kids to eat. And I’m lucky enough to have a partner who does 80% of the bread-winning. My money usually goes to the dash of butter that makes our lives flavorful.

8. Are you willing to give up the nice home you know you could have if you devoted that time you spend writing to a more lucrative career?

I never wanted that “lucrative” career. I always wanted to chase my dreams and make them real.  nice home is one where people are loved and warmly welcomed. Anything else is just a showplace.

9. Have you done all these things for at least five years?

I’ve been writing for…erm , since 7th grade? I’ve been studying the craft for longer. I used to copy down books by hand hoping to figure how they hit all those emotional notes in me. I won a few writing awards in high school (nothing lucrative). I wrote two plays that were performed. I went into college determined to be an author only to be told that genre writing was trash. Then I thought I wasn’t good enough. Then I said fuck that I had to start somewhere and wrote the book that would sell as Wolf Heart over ten years later. It’s all been downhill from there.

10. Are you willing to live knowing that you will likely never meet your ambitions, but you hold to those ambitions nonetheless?

As I said before, Fuck that shit. My ambitions are always changing, many times because I’ve met them. I reevaluate their likeliness and I work toward them. Maybe not every moment, but I try to advance a little every week, every year. It took me ten years to sell Wolf Heart, but not because the book, or myself, are crap. Sales prove that. I wanted to be a vet in high school and a counselor told me there was no way I could do that. It would cost too much. But now I’m working daily with animals and loving it. I’m not a vet, but I have reached that aspiration to work to better the health of animals.

So your aspirations, your career and your life are what you make of it. Don’t give up because someone gives you a character sheet of a “successful writer” and you don’t have the right dots filled in.

July 30

Writer’s Crash Course #1: Guinea Pigs

I’m reading a book and the complete lack of author knowledge about guinea pigs is driving me crazy (and ruining several metaphors.) So I’m introducing a new random series to my blog. Writer’s Crash Courses are designed to be short information sheets for those who cannot be bothered to research, or are like me and end up spending hours researching something that’s mentioned in one scene in one book that I might write someday. And I absolutely invite YOU to write a crash course on something you are knowledgeable about and email it to me at theothermicheleleeATgmailDOTcom.

Writer’s Crash Course #1: Guinea Pigs

-Also called “cavy” and they have their own breeder/fancier association.

-They get their names because when first imported in the 16th century they cost a “guinea” and squeaked like pigs.

-They and their wild relatives are still very important to culture in Peru and they are both a pet and a food animal in South America.

-They average 1-3 lbs, 8-10 inches long and live an average of 4-6 years, but can live up to 8-10.

-They are fairly docile, diurnal, vegetarian grazers. Easy to tame with food.

-Keeping a guinea pig in a cage with a wire floor can be very bad for their feet. They can get caught in the grid, be broken, scraped or suffer pressure sores. Or bumblefoot.

-They can suffer from vitamin deficiencies pretty easily, including Scurvy. They also require coprophagy, or feces-eating, for proper digestion and make special soft, bacteria-heavy pellets for that use.

-They are very social (with many kinds of vocalizations) and come in many, many, many, many breeds.

-Guinea pigs are best kept in same sex pairs, in warmer environments and will chew on almost everything.

-Guinea pig babies (pups) are born after 60-80 days, year around and can run, eat solid food and live independently of their mother immediately. They have all their hair and eyes open.

-Guinea pigs can swim. Pretty well.

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