Thursday, March 31, 2011

WHAT TO READ.

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Okay, so I read several books this week.

First up, I went to Lulu and secured a copy of Consider What Becomes of the Ashes, the latest work released by pixelnyx [ellnyx]. 

It was brilliant, as expected. 

Five star reviewed: 

“A story of complex emotions, beautifully told. This short, compelling read combines all the in-your-face heartbreak of a scarred psych and shattered dreams, with a reality that runs where dreams never dared. Exceptional.”

Available in print or digital editions.

From obooko I tried the five star rated  An Unfettered Mind  by Annemarie Banks. Enjoyable, definitely. Free – of course.

From Lulu, also fosebook: summer 2010 (electronic). Still working my way through that one. Not a collection to skim. There is a wide variety of styles and voices represented here.

Five star reviewed: 

“By Marianne Ross
I couldn’t resist this book when I saw the front cover. And it's free, which is quite cool. Flowers of Sulfur is a community of artists and poets. They seem to have much energy and creativity; wonderful artwork and many really good poems mixed with art. It’s much more energy in this then most I’ve seen for a long time. I especially like the works from Jeremy Blomberg and Thomas Sheridan, but most contributors are really talented. Thanks!”


The collaborative blog Flowers of Sulfur is a breathing hole for unconventional offbeat poetry and art. This publication... More > contains pieces from poets and artists from all around the world who contribute and take part in this creative community.

When work of this standard is free for the taking, life is extraordinarily good. Also available in print.

And I read the Performance Art extraordinaire that is #3D1D The Archivists.

In a medium where performance has been necessarily restricted to reading, or even spoken word ad lib, MCM has moved into a new and awe-inspiring field of performance. I am one of the many who can draw blood with a single look when I am disturbed while writing. Not only does MCM manage to stay calm and smiling – he wrote 50 000 words, live.

On the site, he says:

Livewriting a historical thriller in 3 days

    From March 24 to 26, 2011, I created a book live online, using random insanity from people like you (yes you!) to make the most mind-blowing century-spanning adventure of all time! But this time it wasn't just online... it was in Belgium!
Stats!
I wrote 52,000 words in 45 hours, which comes out to 1,115 words per hour, or ~20 words a minute. The longest chapter was 1,939 words, the shortest was 264. There were 87,000 questions and answers submitted from 12,000 users. Overall, something in the range of 300,000 people watched the writing unfold, and the PDF of the final product has been downloaded over 10,000 times in the three days since it was released. Also, I had exactly 4 chocolates thrown at my face while I wrote. And I ate two of them. Mmm.
The rest of this page is legacy, to show you what happened. Stay tuned for announcements on the final Archivists book, coming in about six months!”
If ever a man needed a clap and a hug, it’s this one.

That's what I did this week. Reading, not hugging or clapping.

I wrote, too. And wrote and wrote and wrote. Felt good. I am still to decide if it is good. Time will tell.
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Sunday, March 20, 2011

3D1D

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Quick shout.

MCM is rewriting history - that is livewriting in Belgium! Thursday.

Don't be the only one to miss out.

From Jan at ErgoFiction:

"For now I point you all to the official #3D1D Website where you can find all practical information and can follow the story starting on thursday. For those of you who’d rather stay here, there’s a mirror on the Ergofiction site. And last but not least, the official event announcement on De Vooruit website, where you can watch the awesome trailer."

Enjoy.
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Friday, March 18, 2011

EIGHT CUTS

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Everything is happening at eight cuts this week.

You can, of course, still sneak peek and even purchase Oli Johns’ Charcoal; and Cody James' Dead Beat. Reviews are fabulous – and if you want to wander around at Year Zero Writers for a few hours, you will find more of Oli’s and Cody’s work, among many others'.


If the bidding there is already over your head or budget, try smashwords for Songs From the Other Side of The Wall or The Man Who Painted Agnieszka's Shoes. [Also SKIN BOOK, Thirteen Shadows Waiting For Sunrise, (life:) razorblades included and The Company of Fellows from Dan and the YZW collective.]

At eight cuts gallery you can spend an entire day wandering the virtual halls. Why not start….here. Each link is an avenue in the maze of artworks of all kinds. Click whenever it takes your fancy and enjoy your own unique tour.

And the cherry on the cake is the announcement that Penny Goring’s book Zoom Zoom will be released June 1st. If you have been to YZW or followed the advice to try an eight cuts gallery tour, you will know Penny’s work. If you've read it, you will remember it. One of the finest writers out and about today - and you could sample maybe Darklings or Squanderfuck to get a taste.

There is always a heap more there. It is a cornucopia. True story. Go; try it.

The very kind folks at flashing by have invited me to submit. Wow. I find that pretty scary to be truthful. I am used to blundering about alone; it is quite something to have such talented people ask me to join them.

I decided on a short poem. I draw in pencil, sometimes paint in acrylic - but I thought I'd try a bit of photoshop for my illustration. Maybe that way, if I blur the contrast between text and background, no one will be sure if the words stink or just the old photo.

Nothing ventured, they say.

Thank you and hi to the people visting from bibiotastic. Some star markers and some commenters. Cheers. Glad you enjoyed reading. For those who came here looking for links to the other books - I hope you enjoyed those too.

My dog is celebrating this week. He lost 8 of his required 10 kilos - down from 34kg to 26kg. He partied big time with a bone.

I celebrated yesterday with some different movies. Left the classics on the shelf for a while and watched:

Solomon Kane
Arn: The Knight Templar [I found out it was Arn Magnusson and not Orlando Bloom who prevailed upon Saladin to be merciful to Jerusalem when it fell. Who'd a thunk it?]
and Black Death.

Oh, and a bit more Sean Bean fix with some Silent Hill.

But then I had overdosed on hard geezers thru the week, with:

In Bruges
Fight Club
Snatch
Lock Stock
Smokin Aces
and also, just for something completely different, the original
True Grit.

I think there were others. My memory starts to blur.

Ah - to sleep; to sleep: perchance to dream....
Cheers.
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Wednesday, March 9, 2011

HUNGRY FOR YOU

A delicious new take on love and undeath.

This week I took the chance to grab brilliant indie author AM Harte as she jetted past on her endlessly manic journey.  February saw the release of her first published collection of short fiction, Hungry For You, and I thought it was time to ask how things were going.

Me:  Well, here it is, and the reviews at Smashwords have been sensational. Congratulations. AND… soon in print from Amazon. How has the whole process been?

AMH:  A rollercoaster of emotions! Every time I receive a positive review I’m shocked. A part of me is still convinced I should have waited longer, that the stories aren’t ready, and I shouldn’t be charging people for it. Another part of me is thrilled to see my name on a book cover.... It feels like I’m getting one step closer to my dream.

Me:  Also, you are looking forward to September and the release of the revamped Above Ground. Has the production of Hungry For You, from idea right through to digital editions, print edition and distribution, made it more or less daunting to walk the same path with Above Ground?

AMH:  Less daunting, definitely. Producing the Other Sides anthology for Ergofiction had already made the process seem more straightforward; now with Hungry For You done I have a better understanding of the timelines and tasks involved.

Of course, I have it easier than most indie authors. 1889 Labs handles all the tough stuff such as making cover art, formatting the ebook, submitting to Amazon etc. So my main focus is writing, editing and marketing!

Me:  It’s deliciously dark fiction again, done brilliantly. Is there any inclination to move away from these shadowy depths of experience, or are you happiest examining our less sparkly aspects? Is there a sharp left turn planned sometime in the future?

AMH:  I think a story cannot exist without a dark side—without a problem. No one would care if Odysseus had just taken a little rowing boat, gone fishing, and been back home safe and sound in time for dinner. We need the antiheros, the monsters, the villains, and I am no exception. Darkness is fascinating, simple as that.

As for sharp left turns.... I do have a plot idea for a paranormal romance, but even so it will not be a HEA. I suppose I really am just happier on the dark side!

Me:  You’ve talked about your love hate relationship with zombies [MCM, Soleil Noir] – the study of paradox seems to run strong in your writing. As a time-honoured icon of horror, can Zombies be humanized? Have audiences reacted well when you’ve tipped the mythology sideways?

AMH:  I squick easily. I hate disease, and traditional zombies are pretty vile. But everything can be humanised -- perhaps the better question is whether they should be.

I think traditional, mindless zombies have been done to death (pun intended) and that giving them human characteristics raises a lot of interesting questions. To be honest, I was initially worried that audiences would react badly to my take on zombies, since I stray quite far from the accepted mythos, but so far reactions have been positive.

Me:  And the paradox is there in your love stories, too. Is human intimacy about boys that yearn and girls who are adored, passion that burns and love that endures through all? Or is it more about violence, deception, anger and betrayal?

AMH:  Why does it have to be one or the other? There are two sides to everything: human intimacy can be bright and loving and uplifting, just as it can be dark and hateful and depressing.

Me:  Your stories are told from male and female characters’ perspectives equally. Is there a secret to stepping into male shoes? Are they comfortable? Are there gender specific differences to viewing the world?

AMH:  I actually set out with the intention of creating a collection that had an equal mix of male and female perspectives, for no other reason than to keep a balance. I don’t find it particularly difficult to step into male shoes -- assuming I do a good job of it, of course!

I suppose when I am writing I’m stepping into a particular character’s head; their gender is only a tiny part of what defines them. Ultimately, male or female, we are all human, and I think many of the concerns we share are the same.

Me:  You seem fascinated by the notion of pandemic apocalypse [Other Sides - Belonging/ Above Ground]. Do you have any real fears for the future of humanity? Are these the thoughts that come in nightmares?

AMH:  I’ve never noticed that about myself before! I think I enjoy writing about pandemic apocalypses because I am fascinated by the human struggle for survival. I respect characters who continue to fight despite the odds, and the way someone behaves in an extreme situation really shows a lot about their character.

As for real fears for the future.... If I stop to think, pretty much everything makes me panic. Pollution, global warming, overpopulation, war.... So much could go wrong. Mostly I stick my nose in a book and try not to think about it.

Me:  Tell me about the world you see. Reading down through the list of stories, I find sexual subjugation, obsession, domestic violence and revenge, betrayal, depression and addiction, loneliness, post traumatic stress and abandonment. Apart from Promises and A Prayer to Garlic, [where love endures all, even mothers-in-law], are love and horror closer than we like to believe? Even in A Prayer to Garlic there’s a line that points out humanity’s savage selfish ways.

AMH:  You make me sound so morbid! I suppose I’ve had occasion to witness the darker side of love.... Love is a beautiful emotion, but when you open yourself to love you’re opening yourself to a lot of risk and hurt as well. There is so much that could go wrong, so if you’re willing to accept love in your life, I think you must be willing to accept a little horror, too.

Me:  When dealing with horror and themes as dark as these, how important are the flashes of humour you bring to your stories?

AMH:  Very important; we can’t read about uninterrupted doom and gloom forever! As a matter of fact, the print edition of Hungry For You includes three extra humorous stories to alleviate the darkness somewhat.

Me:  What makes your skin tingle, a chilling tale of horror or a dark, seductive sex scene?

AMH:  I suppose that would depend on the kind of tingling we’re talking about! I tend to avoid reading horror (I’d rather sleep at night, thank you very much), so I have a lot more experience reading the latter. The level of skin tingling would then depend on the quality of the author!

Me:  Apart from finding a wonderful, talented and brilliant publisher – say, like 1889 Labs – what advice would you give to writers heading out in the independent scene; or what advice do you wish you had had when you began? How is working with an independent publisher different to traditional houses?

AMH:  I suppose the main thing for new indie authors to keep in mind is that they are not just writers; they are a business. The onus of editing, marketing, formatting, etc all falls upon the author, so it is up to you to make sure you’re happy with the final product.

Indie publishing has a faster turnaround than traditional publishing, and is far more flexible, but requires greater author investment in terms of time and money. Whether you succeed or fail is your responsibility alone, so you need to be prepared to take that risk. It’s a labour of love, but it’s also wonderful to have that control over your work.

Me:  Are there any great truths that are ringing clearly in your ears now you have done these hard yards?

AMH:  There will always be typos! Also: you will never feel ready.

Me:  How much progress has been made on the dream of a tidy bedroom? Do you at least keep your socks in a tidy pile? Can you see your desktop, and is there sufficient flat space to fit a laptop when required? OR does working in the kitchen inspire you -- to add food to the zombie lovin’ mix, for example?

AMH:  Errrr.... I’ve made a lot of progress in my mind, does that count? I cannot even see the surface of my desk; it’s covered with piles of clean laundry, papers and make up. The floor has piles of paper, not to mention the suitcase I still haven’t unpacked. Oops?

I don’t have time to tidy the whole house, and the bathroom and kitchen will always trump my bedroom. So I end up writing curled up on my bed (like right now) or in the kitchen for easy access snacking!

Me Hungry For You in print; Above Ground rewritten, edited and soon off to the shops; Between Worlds and  Dark Sight progressing... What’s next?

AMH:  I have no idea! I have plans for a YA dark urban fantasy about a teenaged boy who gains power over people’s lives. I also would like to write a paranormal murdery mystery romance, for amusement more than anything. Who knows! I barely understand my own mind so it’s difficult to predict where my inspiration will take me.

To help support Read an eBook Week Anna is offering Hungry For You for FREE download from Smashwords.  This week only! — [coupon code RE100] Hurry on over by March 12 to grab your copy!





Tuesday, March 1, 2011

REYNEE DEYS AND REYNEE NEHYTS

and little dogs named Feydeaux.


I was reading the blog over at A M HARTE, where Anna was describing a party bore who was so sure of his artistic moral superiority, he felt he could safely criticize her work without ever having seen it.

As I understand it, he crafted his art from sweat and blood; on parchment of living scrotum stretched over fretful porcupines; using a fresh dodo quill for each new preposition, and all that only on the first wet day after solstice in Yobhel. Something like that.

I’ve certainly read text which might have been written by a man in such extremis. Someone perhaps who’d lost sight of their place in the space time continuum – I suffered for my art and now it’s your turn…. But he might have been an artist of truly rare talent.

James Joyce struggled for years with each of his novels, and succeeded in winning – eventually – garlands of praise from the literati, even as his successive works became perhaps less accessible to the average reader. Leonardo rarely ever finished a painting; Mona Lisa has had a dozen incarnations, layers of vision reconsidered; while Vincent painted a masterpiece every day, too full of colour and movement and the need to capture and express the world around him to agonize over the shadows in hair or the light in air. All brilliant. All a little mad.

I used to think all artists were dealing with mental illness of some sort. Then I realized all people were dealing with mental illness of some sort, only artists choose to channel their pain and their revelation and their joy into art. So maybe Anna’s bore was a great artist who, sadly, had an asshole where his id should be.

Why people write seems to be fundamentally tied to what they write and how they write it.

Some people have a clear vision of who they are and what they want to say, and even how and when they want to say it. Organized souls can commit to a set period each day, a set word count, a codified set of interim goals and an overall outcomes-based protocol structure. For many, that works.

Some people are drifters. They drift from painting, to gardening, to cooking, to furniture restoration and woodwork, to jewelry making or dressmaking. They have to create, but don’t have a sense of order governing their time management. They maybe feckless, or they may, when the spirit takes them, be absolutely obsessive. No food, no sleep, let the peonies wither.

Some authors use their art as therapy. Dramas and old traumas, love and death and sex, can get so tangled up in their words that their most brilliant expressions begin to tarnish under the weight of angst. I ache therefore I am. Others have poor boundaries, overly anxious to share their deepest selves. Look at me. LOOK AT ME, this is my soul. Others still, will hide, burn or delete a huge part of their creation out of shame or humiliation or feelings of inadequacy.

Some of us have consciences that are pure stand over merchants, which make us steadfast, stout and self-disciplined. Some of us need external deadlines approaching like swarming killer bees to shake us out of the long, cool afternoons of ‘she’ll be right….’ or G&T maƱanas.

As a student I had a dear friend who was an artist. She painted. Constantly. She owned no article of clothing that didn’t have paint blotches or turps; every cent she had went on canvas or brushes or paint. Ideas flowed out of her like a river of life. But we were poor students so she sold work. No one thought her a whore for producing what would sell – it was essential cause and effect, supply and demand, produce and consume. There was no danger the well of her art would dry up or rust from exposure to commercial art. She had talent, she had skill, she knew her craft, she studied the processes; what she needed was filthy lucre.

And then there is what we write. If you write shorts, or poems, or contemporary general fiction, your blank page can be filled with meaningful characters in neat lines with no more preparation than taking a seat with a cuppa at the side.

If you write historical, or high fantasy (where there is an established pseudo-reality), or non-fiction, or science-fiction, there may be weeks or months of reading and note taking, cross referencing and jotting and more and more and more reading before you can put any more than sketches on a page. And chances are the first one hundred sketches you create for a story will be erased before the actual text begins to appear. Essential time and effort that cannot be measured or justified in word counts or deadlines met.

And how you write. Some are plotters who can catalogue out an entire card system which builds into complex plotting and character interactions. Some, like Stephen King, come upon a story like a chimney sticking out of the sand. You know what style of house it is, and generally where its pieces fit, but you dig away the dross and you don’t know the final detail until it is completely uncovered.

And who you write for. Some people write for their writing group. It’s chardy in the beer garden first Wednesday of each month, with a tight smile critique of each other’s work and the smug satisfaction of a job better done than theirs, and the grunt of delicious agony in the artist unappreciated. 

Some write for Squees – and THAT my friend is the way to make cash. Kiddie conflict and otherworldly romances. Some write for a set audience – another well proven route to fiscal reward. Some write for themselves, and do not even know for sure, or care greatly, if anyone else ever sees their words. Writing them makes the invisible real in the same way as slicing an arm. 

Who cares, in the end? Who, why, where, when, how or what is not important. It won’t work as a gauge of skill. Even complete assholes with Sunday arty-farty pretentions can write beautiful words. Determined professionals can write crap.

Surely what works, works. Do it. If it doesn’t work, leave it out. Life is short and full of shit. Better to get on with the journey you want to make, than to sit in the mud wishing the world worked differently. Tell your story, it is important.

I recently saw John Bell speak on the power of storytelling; from the democratic nature of Shakespeare, to the Grimm respect for children’s right to the truth in classical fairytales. He said, if we were ever to doubt the power of the story, who ever told it, we should think of a room full of noisy, hyped up, in your face ankle biters, whose rabble roar blanketed the stage - until the moment the lights went down, and the narrator began to whisper. 

And you could have heard a pin drop.
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