March is nearly half over, and if you're anything like me, you're more than ready for some springtime weather. It's been a brutal one in this part of the world, and a little sunshine and green grass would not go unappreciated at this point.
Another successful session of Crafting the Short Story is in the books. It was a great class, and I was sorry to see it end. On the plus side, when the winter session is over, it means winter itself is almost over, so that's the silver lining.
In other, very cool news: I got a book deal! A deal has been struck, and my first novel - well actually, my second novel, but that's another story - will be published by the good folks at World Castle Publishing. It's an exciting time for me, a validation of sorts. I'm proud of all of my published work, but this will be the first time my name has stood alone on the cover. More details, dates, teasers and other info to be revealed as the process unfolds.
Just a few quick notes to bring everyone up to date on some of my goings-on. Right off the bat, since I likely won't post again before then, early happy wedding anniversary to my part-time editor and full-time wife, Sheryl. In honor of that special day, here for your listening pleasure is a video of the song we used as our wedding march.
Speaking of early, it's still a week shy of Halloween and already the region has been deluged with snow! Well ok, maybe 'deluged' is too strong a word. A light dusting mixed with rain that made for an ugly, sloppy day but which has since melted away might be more accurate. But I stand by my assertion that it's too soon!
Elsewhere, the Fall session of my short story writing class is in full swing. We're down to our last couple of classes, and I'm really pleased with everyone's progress. It's just a great group with real talent and an obvious passion for writing, with probably the widest age range to date: my youngest is just thirteen, a new record. Always a pleasure to contribute to the warping of young minds!
One final note for today: over the last couple of weeks I've sold a couple of short pieces to some pretty cool markets. The first is an anthology called Deadly Bargain, from Colors in Darkness, celebrating diverse voices in horror and dark fantasy. This one should be released very soon!
The second, I just received word on a few hours ago. It's called Canadian Dreadful, presented by Dark Dragon Publishing, and will be an all-Canadian antho with a nod to horror from each province. They're estimating a Fall 2019 release on this one.
There are interesting and fun little anecdotes behind each of these stories and their inclusion in their respective anthologies, which I will reveal in a future post. Cover reveals and more details to come.
That's all the news I've got for now. Have a safe and happy Halloween, everyone!
After taking a "brief hiatus" that somehow extended to "taking the summer off", it's time to get back to business. I hope everyone enjoyed their summer, and found some time to sit with a good book (or eReader, as the case may be) here and there. I did, though not as often as I would have liked.
Meanwhile, the leaves on the big maple outside my living room window tell me that fall is fast approaching. While I dread the end of summer, I always look forward to September and a new year of classes. This year's fall session kicks off on September 24th - my birthday, in fact. Just two weeks away! Here's the link, for anyone in the area who might want to look into taking one of my classes, or knows someone who might be interested.
More to come, with more frequent updates now that the dog days are behind us for another year.
Just a quick note today, to remind everyone that sometimes good things can fall into your lap from out of the blue and make what would otherwise be just another day a little bit better.
Today I received an email that, at first glance, looked like a scam to me. It purported to be from Paypal, and wanted to inform me that I had money awaiting me. I was skeptical, since I could think of no reason why this should be the case, but nonetheless I opened the email to discover that, against all odds, I actually did have money waiting for me in there! I had been paid for a story. It was from Digital Fiction Publishing who I'd worked with before. I say against all odds because I legitimately had forgotten having signed the contract for this one, as it was back in August. And I was pretty thrilled to find that my story had been placed in Cosmic Scream, the antho series from their horror line. This one came down the pipe in February and landed on Amazon, where it's currently available in Kindle form.
So this was a nice way to start my day: inclusion in an anthology by a publisher I've got a good rapport with, and nothing but nice things to say about. I'm thrilled to share a table of contents with some very talented writers, and even though I haven't made it all the way through yet, I can guarantee there's some creepy, scary stuff in here. Don't miss it!
The days, weeks and months keep sailing past; here it is November already. What a whirlwind this year has been! Here are just a few notes on what's new in my little corner of the world.
The wedding went off, if you'll pardon the pun, without a hitch this past weekend. It's still kind of surreal, to be honest. After nearly a year of plotting and scheming, it just sort of crept up on us. But it was a wonderful day, a beautiful ceremony, and a great time was had by all. There were a million cool photos taken, but I think the one below, taken by my talented buddy Biff, might be my favorite. It really captures the essence of the two of us and how we interact.
Hot on the heels of getting married, we're off to WordsFall this weekend. As I mentioned in my last post, I will be teaching a workshop on short story writing. I'm looking forward to it as a fun experience and an opportunity to meet and network with more of my fellow writers. On a related note, my friend Kellie Underhill has just launched a new podcast. One of the topics she touched on in the inaugural episode was... WordsFall! I was very pleased to participate in this project, and look forward to future installments. You can check out episode one here.
Yesterday I decided, somewhat spontaneously, to participate in NaNoWriMo. For those who aren't aware, that stands for National Novel Writing Month. It takes place once a year, and the challenge is to write a novel (50,000 words) in the month of November. I have no idea if I can do that, but we're going to find out. I've had an idea kicking around in my head for a while, and I figured this might be the inspiration I need to actually tackle it and find out if it's novel-worthy. This is also at least in part to get me writing something again. Aside from some short stories, I haven't written much of consequence since I finished with the novel back in the spring. The time has come to put this creative break behind me and get back on the horse, so to speak.
That about covers the highlights, for the time being at least. More to come as events unfold - and events are always unfolding around here!
It's October already! The days are getting noticeably sorter, the nights are getting colder, and with each passing day it takes just a little longer for the sun to warm things back up in the morning. October has been a busy time this year, and even though it's not even half over, the chaos has really only just begun.
First, on the writing front: Not a lot of actual writing going on around here the past little while, admittedly. I'm filling the gap with another group of great students, however. My current class is a really fun and engaging group, many of whom have pleasantly surprised me with how quickly and confidently they've taken to the things we've discussed in our sessions this far. I have promised not to steal any of the characters and scenarios they've created - a promise I will somewhat reluctantly keep!
Also, for those keeping track of such things, my wedding day is rapidly approaching. Sixteen days, to be exact. I haven't mentioned a lot about the wedding in this space, but I'm looking forward to it (obviously, of course). Aside from the wild notion that I've convinced Sheryl that marrying me is a good idea, due to our shared love of all things off the wall the wedding is going to be a bit... different. It's a Halloween-themed masquerade - right up our alley. I don't want to put up too many spoilers here since there's been talk of a live-streaming feed online, but let me just say from the feedback I'm getting from friends and guests everyone is as excited as we are.
I'm also very excited about this year's Wordsfall, which I'm counting in here even though it isn't technically until November. The 3rd and 4th, to be exact. I'm excited because I'll get the chance to meet some fellow writers and other members of the Writers Federation for the first time, and also because they have asked me to offer a seminar which I was thrilled to accept. Details can be found here for anyone looking to attend but hasn't signed up yet.
Speaking of writing classes, it's not too early to sign up for the next session which starts in January.
That's all I've got for today. I'll do my best to post at least once more before the end of the month.
September is in full swing: the kids are back in school, the leaves are (against my will and vehement protests) starting to change color, and it's time for another of my renowned writing courses. Well okay, maybe not renowned, but certainly eagerly anticipated. By all accounts, a good time is had by everyone that comes out for these classes, and hopefully this fall will be no exception.
In any event, this month marks the debut of "Crafting the Short Story". In a slight departure from my previous horror writing workshops, this one will focus more specifically on the art of the short story. Why the change-up, I've been asked. Well, there are a couple of reasons for this. Horror is a small but cozy niche market, and the number of people interested in reading it, let alone writing in it, is relatively small. In an attempt to avoid over-saturating the market with waves of horror writers, this class will be offered sporadically, and Crafting the Short Story will be interspersed as well.
Short story writing is a different sort of animal from novel or poetry writing; different, in fact, from essentially all other writing forms. What sets it apart? Why is it so difficult to write good ones? What allows you to develop strong characters and gripping plots in such a limited space? These answers and more await you in the hallowed halls of academia!
I'll be offering two sessions this year - a fall session starting on the 25th, and a winter session that begins in January. You can go here for more information.
It's the last day of August, and there's just one more day until the Labour Day weekend signifies the end of summer. I'm sitting here at the keyboard, still in the midst of an angry and defiant battle with cable providers that I've done my damnedest to pit against each other in a battle to the death, but (at least temporarily, with less-than-stellar service) we're back online. Today also marks the three-week anniversary of our move to the new house. I'll have some writing-relevant news in the next post, but in a post earlier this month I indicated that I would, at some point, have a little something to say about my take on the move. Well, today's the day.
Sheryl and I came here earlier this month, from the house in which I spent the last seventeen years. It was originally my grandparents' house, and I spent the first four years of my life in there, too. If you take into account the vast amount of time I spent in there during my childhood and early teen years until both grandparents were gone, it's safe to say I spent over half my life in that house. That tiny, cramped house with the odd floor plan and all of its quirks. I lived in a few other places during the ensuing years, but in the end I kept coming home, and there I stayed until three weeks ago.
I moved in there seventeen years ago, a little over a year before my first marriage kicked off. In the grand scheme of things that was a short-lived experiment, and I think it's appropriate that I'm no longer living there now that the starting point of my second marriage is less than two months down the road. New life, new wife, clean slate, sort of thing. But first wife aside, over the years I shared that space with a couple of others who came and went; in fact, the only constant is my old dog, who I brought home as a tiny puppy about a year after I moved back in there, and who is now a senior citizen wandering around the new place, gamely trying to figure out the lay of the land.
I spent many years during that span alone in that old house - well, sort of. I was the only living human inhabitant, is what I mean to say. I have reason to believe that one of my deceased predecessors was (is?) still lurking in there, and made him/herself apparent from time to time. There's an interesting tale behind that statement but it, too, is another story for another day.
One of the biggest things I'm still trying to get used to is the lack of noise in the new place. I don't mean to suggest it's silent in here - far from it. The dog paces incessantly, the cats dash up and down the hallway like their lives depend on it, and there's been a steady stream of workers putting the finishing touches on various things around here. But the floorboards don't creak in familiar ways, there are no stairs that squeak to let me know which one is being stepped on, and I can't hear the old furnace as it rumbles to life in the basement. The size of the rooms is different here, which means the acoustics are "off". The hum of the refrigerator sounds echo-y. The trickle of the filters in the fish tank sound strangely hollow.
I'm not complaining by any means. I'm slowly but surely settling into the new place and, like my old dog, getting a feel for new surroundings. It's only been in the last couple of days that I've had much of a chance to really spend much time in here and start to get familiar with the aura of the place. There's a lot more room to spread out in here, which delights the resident animal kingdom greatly. But the old place was like an old pair of tennis shoes: broken down and not much to look at any more, but comfortable in a way that something new can never be. I like to think that the reason the new place sounds so hollow and open by comparison is that it isn't filled to the brim with memories yet. It'll take some time, but we're working on that part.
The dog days of summer are upon us, and even though I haven't had much to say in this space recently, rest assured I've been staying busy.
The biggest thing occupying my time in recent weeks has been the move to the new house. While I slaved away at the office Sheryl was busy boxing and transporting stuff to the new place, right up until Thursday when we spent our first night together in the new place. Unfortunately, thanks to my internet provider dropping the ball, we're without internet, cable and home phone service for some undetermined time. We are not going away quietly by any means, but in the interim I'm writing this from the big armchair in the old place, where we still have service. It's convoluted and inconvenient, but it is what it is. And hopefully a short-term solution.
In terms of actual writing news, I've been reaping the fruits of the winter's work... sort of. Some of you will recall the frenzy of creativity that took place in this very house during the snowy months. To recap, I plotted, wrote, edited and finished a novel, a novella and a number of short stories, all before the snow melted. Now, in the middle of what I'm calling a creative recharge (code for "I'm not working on much of anything right now"), I've been sending all of these completed works to various places in the hopes of placing them in good homes. I'd be thrilled to see some of this in print in 2018. Fingers crossed!
I'm just looking around at the empty rooms and walls no longer adorned with art, no bookshelves sagging under the weight of our extensive (and, as I've been recently reminded, very heavy) collection... not much at all, in fact. I'll post something soon in regards to my take on leaving the house I've spent so much of my life in. For now, with this post in the books and my laptop fully charged once again, I'm leaving home... to go home. Happy Saturday, folks.
Happy Saturday (or Friday maybe, depending on your time zone)! Just a few quick notes today, starting with my first sale in a little while. My absence from the market of late has been largely due to a lack of submissions lately, since my attention has been focused on finishing off my new novel and wrapping up some other unfinished business. I touched on the details of this a little bit in my last post. I'll get more specific on this sale later on, once the contract's been signed. For now, suffice it to say it's one of my favorite stories, and a market I've enjoyed working with in the past.
This actually got my juices flowing a little bit, to the point where my desire to see my name in print inspired me to look into a couple of other markets that might be suitable for some of my recent pieces. Whether hit or miss, to be chronicled as events unfold.
Speaking of finishing my new novel, I've... well, finished my new novel. All edits, beta reading, and last-minute nips and tucks have been completed, and it's all wrapped up in a nice, neat and, if I do say so myself, gripping package. Now it's time to start the next step: the selling stage. I'll delve into this process a little bit in a future post here since it's a crucial part of the writing game that often goes overlooked by all other than the tireless writers themselves.
On a somewhat related note, earlier today my ruthless editor wrote an excellent piece that offers a behind-the-scenes look at how the creative process and dynamic works in a two-writer household. It's definitely worth a look.
That's all for now. I'll keep you posted along the way on how things shake out. As always, thanks for following along in this space. Enjoy your weekend!
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