A Book to Inspire a Book

The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion that stands at the cradle of true art and true science.”



In my younger days I used to make semi-regular visits to thrift shops.  Some of those visits were necessitated by the demands of raising children; there are some things that a regular working family just can’t afford new.  But one of the things that I checked regularly was the book section.  People seem to have a way of suddenly deciding that they need to clear off a bookshelf.  Maybe it’s spring cleaning, maybe someone dies, but whatever the reason, boxes of books show up at thrift stores every day, and I’ve gotten some sweet deals by keeping my eyes open.  Take this beauty to the left:  First edition, published by Smith, Elder, & Co., 15 Waterloo Place, London in 1907.  First edition, naturally.  Set me back a whole dime at a little independent thrift store that had formerly been a mom & pop grocery.  I chose it to photograph because it was in arm’s reach of my desk.  And why is that?  Well, if those familiar with former aero-officer Clinton Monroe of Beyond the Rails fame could read this book, they’d recognize a great deal of his training, attitudes, and tactical expertise in these pages.  Ten cents.  Thrift store.  Books are magic.

But every book is a mystery before you open it, and that’s especially true of old books.  And not just the content.  Every individual used book has a history.  Maybe there is a cryptic inscription or notes in the margins written by a previous owner.  Perhaps it is stained with tears, or, is that blood?  What if you found a heavy, leather-bound tome on a thrift shop shelf?  What would it contain?

Now it gets interesting, yes?  If you are a writer of fiction, any style, any genre, this is your lucky day.  As a gift to you, I’m going to apply a defibrillator to your creative synapses, and you may feel free to take whatever results and run with it.

You hold that book, gravid with age and history, in your hands.  With a sense of awe and reverence, you open it.  What do you find?

A vanishingly rare first edition of a famous novel?
A book of poetry that seems to carry a much deeper meaning than it first appears?
A scientist’s notes for an invention the likes of which has never been seen?
A map to a ruin lost to history for a thousand years?
A formerly unknown tale penned by a famous author?
A diary containing the deepest secrets of an infamous villain?
The working sketchbook of a great artist?

Or is it something much more wonderful than the few possibilities I’ve listed here?  You see, writer, what little it takes to jump-start your creativity?  Case in point:  I reported Thursday on my birthday loot, including William F. Nolan’s book, How to Write Horror Fiction.  The book may be out of print, but for whatever reason, my daughter ordered a used copy.  Tucked between the pages when it arrived was a boarding pass for American Airlines Flight 9100 departing from Dallas/Fort Worth on July 9th, 2005, and a receipt from the Terminal C, Gate 22 snack bar.  Well, writers, is there a story there?


Now, go forth and conquer!

In Other News . . .

Last week I said I was going to start acting like a “professional” author, whatever the heck that means.  I said that every morning was going to be filled with writing projects from whenever I got up, sometimes as early as 6:00 AM, until noon, and that something tangible would be produced, be it manuscript pages, outline sections, character descriptions, something.  It is now one week later, and what I have learned, or rather had imposed on that grand vision, is that I’m not that guy.  I don’t get the unmitigated pleasure out of The Craft that professional authors apparently do.  There are just too many other activities that I enjoy as much as, or (horrors!) more than writing, that I very quickly began to feel that writing was a form of self-inflicted punishment designed to keep me from enjoying the other things I love to do.

Does that mean I’m going to stop writing?  Far from it!  It means that I need to find the balance.  I schedule things I need to do, housework, gardening, and such through notes on the calendar, and I’m now going to attempt to put Writing, as in a day devoted to The Craft, into the cycle, and devote several hours if not the whole day to the process.  I’ll have to see how that goes.  Does this mean that I view writing as a chore similar to weeding out the flower beds?  I think perhaps it does, but a chore in the sense of one that is fulfilling in the doing of it; some people like gardening and the sense of completion that a well-tended patch gives them.  I feel the same about writing, and I will figure this out.  This may not be the solution, but I think I’m getting close to it.

Other Voices . . .

Over the past couple of weeks, I’ve been crossing Facebook paths with a most interesting fellow named Bonsart Bokel who produces an in-character steampunk podcast.  In celebration of Halloween month, he’s inaugurating a new feature thereon called S.C.P., Secure, Contain, and Protect.  I’m not going to try to tell you what you should think of it, but if you’re a fan of the “horrors among us” genre, you should definitely take a look.

If you aren’t busy next weekend, MileHiCon makes its 50th Anniversary appearance in Denver, and they have invited all of their living previous guests of honor.


Here is your chance to see such luminaries as Mario Acevedo, Paolo Bacigalupi, Steven Brust, Liz Danforth, Chaz Kemp, Jane Lindskold, James Van Pelt, Robert E. Vardeman, Carrie Vaughn, Connie Willis, and David Lee Summers gathered in a single venue.  The convention will be held at the Hyatt Regency Hotel – Tech Center in Denver on October 19, 20, and 21. You can get all the details at MileHiCon.org. Who Else Books, Massoglia Books, and Wolfsinger Publishing are all scheduled to be in the dealer’s room.  Not to be missed if you’re in town.

Last week Phoebe Darqueling looked at the Snow White story that Disney used for their feature film.  This week she compares the Grimm Brothers version with the Disney, noting that the Grimms added some material to pad it out, thus making it the only tale that they actually wrote themselves (they were dedicated collectors).  This is a fascinating read for literary historians and writers who want to see how stories develop over their lifespans.

The MovieBabble site specializes in film reviews.  Several reviewers post multiple times a day there. As I write this, the movie at the top of the page is Apostle, though it will almost certainly have been superseded by a new review within the hour.  Virtually all of their reviews are both fully informative and spoiler-free, which says a lot about the skill of their writers.  They also delve into the concepts and philosophy of film making, and is very much worth regular visits for anyone into the contemporary film scene.

The Writers Helping Writers site is a go-to compendium of useful (by which I mean vital) information for authors.  The several members hereof get into the grit and detail that isn’t often covered in the Big Successful Writer Telling You How To Do It books.  They offer free knowledge on their page, and some of the best comes from their Occupational Thesaurus.  They cover every aspect of a profession from knowledge needed and people they have to work with to sources of friction and ways to twist the stereotype.  Their latest entry looks at the General Contractor.  In the past, they have looked at jobs from Parole Officer to Exotic Dancer.  Every serious author should have this bookmarked and on their feed so they see every new entry.  I can’t do it justice in this little blurb; just go and see it for yourself!

Sci-fi fans need to pay a similar level of attention to The Firewater Site.  Here the owner takes in-depth looks at science-fiction movies and television productions.  He’s currently in the midst of an episode-by-episode review of the original Star Trek, including a timeline of real-world events to put each episode in context, and still finds plenty of time to bring in variety, such as yesterday’s post about Star Wars Episode VIII: The Last Jedi.  If sci-fi in films and television is close to your heart, consider following this site.  I just discovered it recently, and you can take it from me, it’s quite a ride!

Finally, Richard of Cool San Diego Sights usually posts a portfolio of spectacular photographs of some themed aspect of our beautiful city, but this time he’s outdone himself.  He has discovered an interactive crime scene attraction in downtown San Diego called Solve Who! that immerses the visitor in the life of a detective investigating a murder.  He has provided a thorough writeup and a number of pictures on his website, so Law & Order fans who find themselves in the San Diego area and would like to spend an hour in the shoes of their favorite detective would do well to include this on their itinerary.

And that’s 30 for this week.  I’ve already found some intriguing new titles for my Thursday book roundup, so join me then to work on your TBR lists.  Until then, read well, and write better!

The edge of the Map – No. 8

What are the rules of fiction writing?  This may surprise you:  There aren’t any.  Oh, there are established conventions for what constitutes a good story, plot beats, character traits, and the like, but when it comes to what you’re ‘allowed’ to write about, no rules apply.  Go way out to the left field fence to find your ideas.  You don’t need to recycle popular tropes.  The major movie studios and publishing houses have staked out that territory, and are doing it better than you can.  No, what readers crave, many without even realizing it, is something original, something they haven’t already read a dozen times under different titles.”

I didn’t write this.  I knew who did at some point, but I found it as you see it here in one of those infamous “miscellaneous” files with no source listed.  It caught my eye sometime in the distant past for its stellar wisdom, and if it’s yours, send me the source material, and I’ll be glad to credit you; this is very deserving!  It captures the purpose of this column beautifully.  The infield is a box of 8,100 square feet, and every inch is known intimately to the players who make their living there.  But the outfields . . .  Every outfield in every park, from the majors to those found at every elementary school, is different and unique, and that is where the best stories lie, the ones that no one has ever told before.

Those are the stories I try to bring you here.  Some are by friends, some are by strangers, and I may not hit the mark every time; I may be fooled by the blurb.  That is, to a large extent, what blurbs are for, and some might be more deceptive than others, but all week, every week, I keep my eye on Facebook, blogs, newsletters and whatnot, in an effort to provide a wide assortment of books and stories of a sort not seen every day.  I hope you’re finding this useful, or at least enjoyable.


Before I launch the book roundup this week, anybody who reads me regularly knows that last Sunday was my 70th birthday, and I just couldn’t resist posting a picture of all the cool goodies that were sent my way!


Steampunk stuff continues to arrive, though I’ve backed off from writing it, and that’s fine; the aesthetic is still beautiful!  You’ll see in the picture an incredible industrial-style lamp with clock, and a walking stick.  The head of the stick pulls up and tilts, and becomes a spyglass.  Very sneaky.  The T-shirt is kind of self-explanatory.  Wifey got me a beautiful ID bracelet laser-etched inside and out, and the two DVD collections are the Jeremy Brett version of Sherlock Holmes, still to my mind the best, and season 1 of Crossing Jordan, a crime drama I enjoyed immensely when it was new, but haven’t been able to get because they used a lot of licensed huge-hit rock songs, and they could never get the bands together to share their copyrights.  I don’t know what happened to change that, but I’m sure glad to have it!  In the area of Tools of the Craft, I got a very elegant lap desk with a part that tilts, a part that stays flat, and a drawer for pens and such.  Knowing I might have a horror gig coming up, they very thoughtfully provided a copy of William F. Nolan’s How to Write Horror Fiction, which should serve to fill in any holes in my skill set nicely.  The little tin holds 125 paper-thin book darts for marking pages, and given the way I keep notes, this may be the most useful item I’ve ever gotten.


. . . And then the grandkids showed up, bringing their offering that they all went in on, a very nice utility knife that I can certainly put to good use around here.  You’ll note the red handle, and the skull motif.  You have to look for it, but when you see it, it’s chill-inducing.  Their rationale was that this is very close to the skull logo of the Gears of War series of video games which have long been my favorites.  It also goes hand-in-hand with my new horror persona, so hat-trick to them for functionality and appearance.  It was really impressive to see the amount of nuanced thought they put into this, and I’m proud of them on every level.


Okay, enough of this crowing.  In the words of my granddaughter, a varsity cheerleader at Monte Vista High School, Let’s get this party started!


Leading off this week’s lineup (see what I did there?) is The Last Time Traveler by Aaron J. Ethridge.  Robert is a time traveler.  In point of fact, he’s the last time traveler.  He managed to snag that impressive title because when he comes from has no future.  This, as you can imagine, makes it much easier to be the last of any number of things.  The current lack of future is due to the mess all his predecessors, the previous time travelers, made of things.  It’s Robert’s job to repair the damage they did in the hopes that this will jump-start time.  Fortunately he’s assembled the most brilliant team in history to do the job.  At his disposal are the best hackers, mechanics, and doctors who ever lived.  He and his elite band have to do their best to un-steal ancient artifacts, un-kidnap people of importance, and un-sell advanced technologies while doing as little damage to the timelines as possible.  The Last Time Traveler is a rather unique sci-fi romantic comedy.  In fact, it’s more like a comedy romance sci-fi if you put things in the correct order of importance.  The humor is in some ways rather outlandish and draws on pop-culture a good bit.  And all the romance is PG-13.  If you’re even the slightest bit curious read a few sample pages.  By the third or forth page you’ll probably know whether this is your cup of tea or not.  The style stands-out, no question.  So, take a couple of minutes and read a few pages.  You might just love it.  99¢ on Kindle.


Curtain Call by Ryan Kane.  Four years on from moving away from the dangers of New York and Damien is still drifting through life, with a list of ‘to-dos’ that seemed to get longer with each passing day.  With a drunken father and overly dramatic mother, who is always threatening to leave, he often prefers to snatch some sleep on his friend’s couch rather than putting up with them.  When an old friend, Christa, unexpectedly shows up, bereft at the loss of her friend and co-star in the Broadway show they starred in, Damien is astonished but happy to see her.  But she is far from the confident young girl he remembered.  Other deaths follow, all of them close to Christa, and Damien becomes suspicious.  Is his old friend in danger?  Why are people close to her dying inexplicably?  Damien is determined to find out what’s going on, no matter what the personal cost will be.  Can he get to the bottom of the mystery surrounding Christa or will he succumb to the Curtain Call?  $2.99 on Kindle.


Legends of the Dragon Cowboys brings you two weird western adventures by authors David B. Riley and Laura Givens.  Their heroes ride boldly out of the Far East to find their way in a mythic land of danger, romance, and adventure.  In The Venerable Travels of Ling Fung by David B. Riley, a wandering businessman encounters a Mayan god, crooked enterprises and Yeti, the Abominable Snowman, when all he really wants is to open a gun store.  Ling Fung is not any ordinary Chinese entrepreneur – he’s highly skilled in Kung Fu and he can shoot good, too.  While his heart is set on business, providence seems to have other plans for him.  Laura Givens brings wily acrobat Chin Song Ping to the Wild West in search of adventure and fortune.  He finds little fortune, but plenty of adventure.  Chin Song Ping is a scoundrel, a gambler and a trouble magnet.  His heart of gold lands him in schemes to outwit would-be gods, cannibal ghosts, insane robots, Voodoo despots and the ultimate evil – bureaucrats.  But he is a romantic, and the love of his life is the true treasure he seeks.  The odds are always against him but if he survives he will become the Western legend he always was in his own mind. The Wild West just got a lot wilder!  $3.99 on Kindle.


Spineless by Amy Langevin.  The cycle of abuse is a tale as old as time, and always unfinished.  That is, until Slade gets hold of his clients’ abusers.  Operating in secrecy, Slade rips out their depravity, numbing abusers’ minds until he quells their aggression.  For years, his clients send only gratitude.  Then a recent client, thirteen-year-old DG, tells Slade that, while his abuser no longer makes his life a living hell, he, DG, is compulsively cutting and torturing himself — and he can’t stop.  Now Slade must invent a new treatment to break the cycle of abuse — one that does not damage the personality in the process.  Spineless tells a story of double lives, human experiments, psychological evolution, and matchless friendships.  Through his own heart, daring, and inventiveness, Slade discovers how to free DG and other self-abusers from the weight of psychological trauma so they can live freely.  But there are others, abusive and depraved, who want to continue their cruelty, hidden, and so must stop Slade, must kill him.  $2.99 on Kindle.


Terror in Texas by C.A. Hoaks.  A biological attack on US soil spreads anarchy and death.  Adding to the confusion, the dead reanimate and attack the living.  Unlikely heroes amid the chaos are a young mother, a disabled veteran, and a hopeless alcoholic.  Who will escape San Antonio to see friends and loved ones again?  Will the infection sweep over the entire nation?  Liz Jameson and her daughters separate while attempting to leave the city.  While trying to find her daughters, Liz is rescued from certain death by Viet Nam Veterans who then volunteer to aid her in her quest.  Struggling to remain sober, Matt Monroe and fellow soldiers, rescue an unusual group of survivors during their trek across the state.  Steve Benton, a double amputee, faces multiple dangers and not all are undead as he attempts to guide his small band of survivors.  It’s a race for safety and not all will survive.  $1.99 on Kindle.

I usually confine this feature to books, but an exception is going to creep in now and again.  I refer, of course, to Richard Schulte, who I mentioned recently had announced that he was going to concentrate more on writing, and less on photography.  Richard’s talent is to tell a simple little story that seems like fluff until you read deeper and realize that there’s so much more going on than first meets the eye.  This week marks the beginning, and he does not disappoint.  You can read A Monument to Remember and Climbing Higher at the links.  Free of charge, and very much worth your while.


Fractured Horizons by T.E. Mark.  In this fast-paced, fanciful tale, a young, English science student, who dreams of changing the world, will indeed be awarded his chance.  But first, he must learn a valuable lesson:  The responsibility of science.  Robert Davie is 17, and would like, more than anything, to follow in the footsteps of his idol; Sir Isaac Newton.  On his way home from school one Friday, Robert will meet a girl with the powers to propel him through time and space with the mission of training him for one very important moment in Earth’s history.  Their adventures from that moment will be meaningful, enlightening, often humorous, and will change Robert and the world forever.  99¢ on Kindle.


Releasing tomorrow is Night Shift by B.K. Bass.  In New Angeles, crime is part of the daily business of running the city.  But when a routine murder investigation starts turning up more questions than answers, homicide detective Harold Peterson finds himself unraveling a decades-old conspiracy that leads him to the highest echelons of the mob and the city government.  As various threads start to come together, the big picture is revealed to be more than he ever bargained for.  As bullets start to fly from both directions, the only thing Harold knows for sure is that he isn’t being paid enough to deal with this.  $2.85 on Kindle.


Nocturnal Meetings of the Misplaced by R.J. Garcia.  Mystery surrounds the town of Summertime, Indiana, where fifteen-year-old Tommy Walker and his little sister are sent to live with relatives they’ve never met.  Tommy soon makes friends with Finn Wilds, a rebellious local who lives with his volatile and abusive stepfather, who also happens to be the town’s sheriff.  Finn invites Tommy to late night meetings in the woods, where Tommy gets to know two girls.  He forms a special and unique connection with both girls.  The meetings become a place where the kids, who don’t fit in at school or home, can finally belong.  As the group of friends begin to unravel clues to a cold case murder and kidnapping, they learn the truth is darker and closer than they ever imagined.  Even if they live to tell, will anyone believe them?  $1.99 on Kindle.

And that’s 30 for this week.  Join me Sunday when I’ll be offering up some fuel for your muse along with an unusual tale that we were a part of just a week ago.  Don’t miss it!

A Pirate Looks at 70

Yes, I am a pirate two hundred years too late.  The cannons don’t thunder, there’s nothin’ to plunder, I’m an over forty victim of fate, arriving too late, arriving too late.”

~ JIMMY BUFFETT, A Pirate Looks at 40

Today is my 70th birthday, one of those big milestones that my daughter likes to make huge; I like huge, heck, I’m looking forward to it.  I don’t feel a bit different than I did when I went to bed last night.  Sure, there are aches and pains, but the mind remains sharp, I still get around pretty well, and I still enjoy the surprises and camaraderie of a big family birthday party.  Preparing this post a few days ahead, I thought I might write my “memoirs” here, a story of how I came to be a writer, and how that writing led to my involvement in a little niche called Steampunk.  Maybe it will recall a similar tale in your own background.

The primary defining condition of my childhood was that there were no men in my family, not even bad ones, to serve as role models.  Both parents had abandoned me by the age of three months, and I was raised by a great-grandmother, a woman whose prime had come in the Late Victorian, and whose parents had owned slaves.  Her daughter, my maternal grandmother, lived with us, and was the primary breadwinner throughout my childhood.  The chief lesson I learned from this was that women were capable human beings who didn’t need to be dependent on men to provide every facet of their lives with meaning.  The chief lesson I didn’t learn, having no men around to teach me, was that women were substandard humans, valuable only for sex and housecleaning, to be used and discarded at a whim.  These lessons have accompanied me through life and into my writing, and anyone interested in dynamic female characters who are interested in more than just finding Mr. Right need look no further.

Great-grandma used to read me the funnies as I followed along upside-down.  I was reading far above my age bracket by the age of three, long before I understood the joke, and to this day I don’t laugh when I’m reading comic strips.  I entered elementary school able to read anything they put in front of me.  In third grade, the school established a little library in a utility room with the books divided by grade level.  I always went straight to the sixth-grade shelves to pick out science books.  One afternoon, I found a new librarian on duty who would only let me choose books from the third-grade shelf.  I refused to take any, telling her I had no interest in reading those children’s books.  She reported me for being insolent; two days later, she apologized, so apparently Mrs. Booth set her straight on my reading level.

Throughout elementary school, teachers were trying to get us to write, with various assignments and free time to wax creative, but nobody convinced me that it was enjoyable until fifth grade, when Ms. Warner in the corner (Room 5 at Sunset View Elementary, perched on the ocean-side slope of Point Loma) would give us prompts, time to write about them, then read our stories without revealing who had written them.  Mine were terrible adventure fantasies about the kids in the neighborhood “Our Gang” going on grand adventures, hunting everything from buried treasure to live dinosaurs, but here’s the thing:  The other kids loved them!  I was hooked.

I wasn’t the greatest high school student, though reading and writing continued to be my top subjects, and I left school after 11th grade to join the navy and see the sea.  Saw the east coast, the west coast (which, honestly, I’d seen before), some Pacific Islands, China, Japan, the Philippines, and a narrow strip of pestilent swampland called Vietnam. Thought I was going to make a career of it, but they very quickly beat that idea out of me.  But anyone who is familiar with military life is familiar with the phrase, “Hurry up and wait,” and I very quickly began to carry a spiral notebook to places where I knew I’d be waiting, and writing, writing, writing.  Sci Fi was a big early item, things in space with evil aliens.  Spies were big (it was the heyday of James Bond and The Man from U.N.C.L.E.), and the love of the written word accompanied me back to civilian life.

Horror was a tangent I explored, specifically, a vampire hunter who may have been a vampire himself, and his eccentric sidekick.  I invented the Combat Technician, a professional redshirt on a starship whose duty was keeping the science team safe on unexplored planets.  An anti-hero of mine was Colleen O’Reilly (star of Chameleon, available in its entirety at the tab above), an IRA bomber who had grown a conscience and now offered her skills as a paladin in defense of the downtrodden.  I tried a police procedural (Broken English), and returned to epic fantasy.  I even wrote an epic poem, along the line of The Iliad, but nothing really stuck, and as I found my true-love and we began our family with surprise twins, the whole concept of free time evaporated like summer rain.

The twins were born in November of ’76, and we had found out the day before that there were two babies, so we couldn’t have been more unprepared had we been characters in a sitcom.  Expendable income joined free time on the altar of child rearing.  So it must have been early ’77, ten years before K.W. Jeter coined the term “steampunk,” that Bonnie and I were in the supermarket denuding their shelves of baby supplies, and I saw a paperback novel with a beautiful cover depicting a sleek airship with a forward-mounted cannon cruising a sky filled with coppery clouds.  I knew I would have loved it, but we couldn’t afford the $1.25 for a paperback back then, and it was left behind.

But the seed had been planted. Steampunk was a thing, and although I had no clue what went into it. I was in love with the imagery.  As well as being a writer, I was also a gamer.  Wargamer, specifically, and while most wargames depicted historical battles from the Romans to the Viet Cong, many were also fictional, depicting both fantasy and sci-fi subjects.  An old friend, who alas, was lost to me through his loud and obnoxious support of our recently elected president, turned me on to a number of these that had steampunk themes, and between those and some reading in the field, I formulated my own ideas of what a good steampunk story should include.

My first attempt was the Beyond the Rails series, and if the reviews, from Writing-dot-com to Goodreads to Amazon and points beyond, are any indication, I delivered a pretty good product.  Four years after the publication of those first stories, I placed Brass & Coal, a steampunk ghost story, in an anthology.  My imagination captured by the supernatural element, I completed Possession of Blood, a dieselpunk horror tale, a few months later, and this is the story I am waiting for word on from a publisher of horror.  I talked last week about really wanting to do a different story, but let me make myself clear:  That publisher is definitely interested in the 1920s serious version, and should they offer a contract for the series, I will become very interested in dieselpunk horror!  It’s a wonderful feeling when a writer finds the place where he’s supposed to be, no matter how he gets there, even if it took him 60 years to find it.

But I think it’s probably better if you find it when you’re younger.  So, how are you doing with that?  Do you know that you’re home, or are you still looking for that genre with the right “feel” to match up with your talents and interests?  If you are, take a look at what you like.  Are you a big Lord of the Rings fan?  Do the Marvel movies float your boat?  Maybe your funny bone is tickled by a well-written rom-com.  Or maybe like me, a surprise encounter with a book cover, a painting, a song, or an old photograph will send a jolt through your creative synapses.  If it does, don’t ignore it!  Seize it, pick at it, dig deep, and find out where it’s coming from.  You may discover your true calling in a field that you never realized existed, and you can take it from one it has happened to, there is no feeling in the world quite like it!

In other news . . .

Some American writers who have known each other for years have never met in the daytime or when both were sober.”


But we’ve crossed off that box!  Most of you know that I am in the San Diego area, and each year the city graciously celebrates my birthday by hosting the Gaslight Steampunk Expo, one of the premiere SP conventions on the North American continent.  When I heard that David Lee Summers, author of The Astronomer’s Crypt and a number of other fine works and contributor to the DeadSteam anthology, would be attending, I got in touch and arranged a pre-con meetup.

I don’t have the linguistic skills to express what a great guy, what pleasant company David is.  We went across the road to the Fashion Valley mall and found a nice place to eat in the food court, hearty breakfast food without breaking the bank, and we talked of many things, mostly projects future and past.  We learned about each others’ techniques,  how we got to where we are, and where we’re headed from here.  It was a magnificent couple of hours, and went way too fast.  You can get to know David better on his web page.  The takeaway?  If you ever get a chance to meet someone you’ve liked on-line for a long time, don’t let it slip away!

Other Voices . . .

I have talked at length above about the art of finding your niche, but what happens when you find that niche, and the “juice” dries up, as it will do without regard to your skill level?  Know as a writer that it’s going to happen, and it will be on you to get yourself out of it.  Well, Cristian Mihai, blogging on Irevuo, has taken an in-depth look at writer’s block, and offers a list of excellent techniques for breaking it.  I highly recommend that any writer, new or established, take the time to read this; I only wish it had been available in August of 2017, when my own year-long block began.

Are you one of the jillions of people who got swept up in Ready Player One, the Spielberg blockbuster based on the novel by Ernest Cline?  If so, you won’t want to miss the drilldown by the crew at Nerd Lunch.  When they cover a subject, it is well and truly covered!

And speaking of blogs that exist for no other reason than the simple amount of pure fun that can be extracted from them, be sure to stop by and check out my follower, Tim Nomel, as he and his partner Grace Willow tag-team life in the fabulous work, The Rebel Fish.  I’m not going to describe the wit at work here; just go see for yourself!

Steampunk/Victorian author Phoebe Darqueling has a book launch coming up next February, and would like some opinions on her prospective book blurb.  Anyone who’d like to make their voice heard in the work of a talented writer should pay her a visit right away.

The website and blog of sci-fi author T.E. Mark has recently landed on my radar, and now I’m transmitting it to yours.  Anyone with an interest in the science, lack of science, and ramifications and consequences of time travel will have a delightful romp through the history of literature with this post.  Highly recommended!

Finally, be sure to catch Karen J. Carlisle’s interview with Bryce Raffle, curator and driving force behind the newly published DeadSteam, a dreadpunk anthology containing seventeen stories sure to stand your hair on end just in time for Halloween.

And that’s 30 for this week. Go forth with your eyes opened, and ready to discover your own writing promised land; you never know when it’s going to present itself. You need to be ready.