1) I have a new review, from Black Static #24
3) The John Skipp-edited anthology Demons is now for sale on Amazon
4) FrankenNovel, in its current half-state, is currently being scrubbed of all the bullshit that got my first novel sent to the Box of Trunked Shame Under the Bed with the Ants and Crawly Things and Dust-o-saurs. I want very much for this to be a tightly focused novel, and not something that relies on a big old “THE END – OR IS IT!?!” slapped on the last page. So I’m taking out a lot of stuff that will work better in serials (like ridiculously complex plot lines and magick-with-a-K systems), so I can get back to the story of my lonely and intense FrankenProtagonist. It’s her story, not mine – and while I have the right to shape it, I don’t have the right to fuck it up with my shit. No, I don’t believe that the character is really “alive” and OMG I have no control over her (paging Ms. Hamilton…) or anything like that – this is more about relearning the way to write a novel that isn’t dependent on or crippled by my FX-driven cultural conditioning as a Gen-Xer who’s been influenced by TV, movies and anime as much as by the written word. This is something that as a tyro novel writer I’m still trying to learn.
Tomorrow I’ll post about Herbert, silverfish, and ants. Seriously, I know this is the the only reason anyone reads my blog. Insects, bitches. That’s always what it’s been all about, from the dawn of to the end of Time.
And now it’s time for nachos.