Friday, February 6, 2009

Riding Ten Thunders Chapter Three

Okay, one more chapter and I am leaving this alone. RIDING TEN THUNDERS: CHAPTER THREE

This is the direction the story took from the endpoint of the piece that appeared at Reflection's Edge oh so long ago.

Anyway, back to Heritage House!!!!

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Riding Ten Thunders Chapter Two

And here is the second chapter. Again, this is part of what was originally published at Reflection's Edge though it has been edited and revised.


The material after this section has not been published in any form so I am not gonna post it up here any time soon. ;-)

Fiction is like anything you might taste or try on. For some it fits and for some it won't.

mediabistro Journalists and Social Media Panel in New York

This was taken at Tribeca Cinema after listening to a panel discussion. A pretty informative event on the ways social media intersects with journalism. I may make my audio recording of the event into a podcast.

Riding Ten Thunders Chapter One

For those interested, here is the latest version of the first chapter of the manuscript


And just a reminder, this material was previously published at Reflection's Edge(in a more raw form) and protected by copyright.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Hundred Crack Fist of Rejection

From now on THIS will be my online reaction to all rejection letters. The old Kenshiro clip was okay but this makes me hyperventilate with laughter.

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Feeling Out the Market

Heritage House is getting into the 70+ page range. I am a busy bee.

There is something a little troubling from my perspective about the fiction market though.

There are a LOT of books in the supernatural thriller market about hip, bad ass women who wear stylish shoes while fighting/seducing demons and vampires.

Call it a blend of the romance and horror genres if you will and I KNOW I am not the target audience here.

Look, I am all for strong female characters. I admire women who get stuff done. I was a big fan of Xena, Warrior Princess back in the day. But fighting demons in your designer high heels? Really? REALLY?

To be fair, there is a show currently on TV called "Supernatural" on the CW that follows two young dudes who ride around the country hunting demons. Sometimes they face off against demon chicks in stylish outfits. But I can only watch that show so much before my grey matter rejects it.

Do we really want to see smarmy characters in designer clothes who constantly mouth off in the face of danger but always look good with perfect hair? There is a very popular book series, bestseller in fact, that usually elicits the following praise from its fans: "The characters are really hot/good-looking."

Again, that meets the needs for a particular audience and I should not worry about what other people enjoy. I mean, I don't want someone telling me what flavor of ice cream to eat. Then again, you hope that ALL types of stories get a fair shake on the market...

But the truth is, this is a business and the books have to sell.

Any way, I will give each of my manuscripts a two-year window of pitching to agents before I totally set it aside to focus on newer material. It doesn't mean my work is bad, just that I need to put my energies into something else to get published.

I may post excerpts of my older works online as I go along. That way some of it will see the light of day. And for anyone who read an earlier version of Riding Ten Thunders...


I have three new queries out now pitching the book. I will repost the first chapter of Riding Ten Thunders here soon. All I ask is that you be honest, but fair with your comments. It's not a kid's book. It's not Conan the Barbarian. Just let the story be what it is. ;-)

Heritage House on the other hand... check back in June. I am still on target to get that first draft done by my birthday.

In about two weeks, the Liberty States Fiction Writers meet again. Next time the discussion will be on query letters, which is my weakest element. I am looking forward to the critiques and advice.

On the family front, Dad had his surgery Friday. They had to do a partial amputation. There will be a lot of adjusting for him. A lot will change out of necessity. Like always, I'll do what I can.

Flame and Bone

When I was made from fire
Poured into the tender vessel of caution
That keeps my smoke from rising
Quickly did I discover that apart from crisp drizzles or falling snow
The world chilled my touched
Walking the narrow cornered gap between girders and cut stone
One learns to tuck his shoulders in or risk
Jostling a neighbor passing by rapt with want
For a clear path without the distraction
Of another man's boiling eyes
The tip of a finger
That oldest of all weapons
Grown deadlier and pristine in its invention
Gathers a mote of a cinder on its bare flesh
And turns pondering how best to scratch the impious itch
Prying open the tender seam
Where the oil of thought dews
Offering a new wick to ignite
Squirming alive as a salamander of mischief
That yearns for a taste of air it is so ready to devour
The steam of breath betrays me
Before the glint of orange spreads
In popping bright waves
Eroding the fibers feeding it
Leaving naught but ash
As my shell of quietude falls away