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So How’s Your Week Been?

This post has nothing to do with sword and sorcery, fantasy, historical adventure, publishing, books, or anything else commonly covered here.  I’m going to kvetch because Murphy has been with me.  It’s more legally and morally acceptable than going postal.  So if you want to skip this one, I’m fine with that.  You won’t be missing much.  Really.

So over Friday I take the car into the shop for some major repairs that I expect to set me back to the tune of four figures (that I don’t exactly have but still cheaper than another car).  I take my wife back to work and return to the office.  I’d finished checking the lab grades for one of the courses, compiled them based on lecture section rather than lab section, and was about to send the grades to the lecture instructors when a small mob of students showed up with grievances about about one of the TAs.  They were a polite mob, having left their torches and pitchforks at home, opting for dialogue.  Long story short, after the Grievance Committee left, I notified the lecture instructors that I would be adjusting the grades for one TA and grades would be delivered later.  This headache has continued all week, isn’t over, and shows signs of expanding.  All I can say about this matter is that a few graduate students will be getting detailed memos explaining that they will be working more closely with me next semester than they’re going to enjoy, following the list of detailed job duties to the letter, and sign here please to indicate that you acknowledge the consequences of departing these guidelines.

My car was ready to be picked up Tuesday, and at considerably less than I thought it would cost me.  I paid for the repairs and left the car there to be picked up later.  In spite of having numerous super powers, driving two cars at the same time isn’t one of them.  The problem?  One of the elders at my church had passed away unexpectedly over the weekend.  I was supposed to take a meal to the family at 5:00 so they could get to the visitation on time, and they live in a small town about 20 miles away.  I’d arranged to drop my son off from school at my wife’s work, and the two of them would walk to a sandwich shop nearby and eat.  I should get back about the time they finished eating, would pick them up, and go collect my car.  Everything went according to plan until I pulled up to the family’s house to drop off the food.  I heard a loud hissing as I stepped out of the car.  I fervently hoped I had parked on top of a large snake that wasn’t averse to cold weather.  No such luck.  I’d hit something (could even see the puncture).  By the time I’d taken the food into the house, the tire was flat.  While I was changing the tire, people started showing up from the community to pay their respects to the family.  Awkward.  Needless to say, once I found a place to air up the doughnut to full pressure, I was a little late picking up my wife.  I’d called her, and she was very understanding.

Our church has a number of small groups that meet throughout the week, and we host one.  Last night was supposed to be our Christmas party, which I had been looking forward to.  We’ve been having some trouble with the heater not coming on when it’s supposed to.  When I came home at noon to change clothes for the funeral, the temperature was in the low 60s in the house.  I called my HVAC guy, who is in the process of moving to a city a couple of hours away.  (Long story.)  He was in town, and agreed to come over later when he finished some stuff.  The repairs took longer than anticipated, spilling into the party time.  He was almost done when a delicate part broke, and no one in town had a replacement.  I spent the rest of the evening helping him try to find someone with the part so we could have heat last night.  (We didn’t, but we will tonight.)  From the laughter coming from the next room, I assume everyone else at the party was having a good time.  I certainly wasn’t. 

Let’s not even get into my misreading the science fair timeline, telling my son a major component he hadn’t started on wasn’t due yet, and discovering just before the party it was due this morning.

Between everything happening that was unanticipated, I haven’t gotten much accomplished this week.  I’ve not even started on the edits for the lab manual, never mind getting enough reading done to do any blogging.  And it will be the weekend at the earliest before I can work on finishing that story I have to submit this month.  Work on the Sooper Seekrit Project (number 1, that is) has ground to a halt.

Now this sounds like a lot of bitching and moaning, and it is.  Everything could have been a lot worse.  I’m not out nearly as much money as I thought I would be, nights don’t get that cold here, and I was able to throw a party for my friends that they enjoyed and see hear them have a great time.  I have family, friends, a roof over my head, food on the table, stable employment, plenty of reading material, and a great online community.  Not a lot to complain about when I really think of it and compare myself to most people, certainly most people in other countries.  This week has been a pimple of life.  Pimples seem bigger than they are, but once they’re gone, you hardly know they were there.  That’s this week.  So up yours, Murphy.

If you’ve actually read this far, thanks for letting me vent.  Now i need to get back to work, which in this case is waiting for the repairman. 

Status Report

I’m almost done with my grading, which should be finished with all grades turned in tomorrow, assuming the university server comes back up.  (It should.)  I’m also in charge of the labs, which means I check the TA grading and make sure everything is consistent (it wasn’t, but I can’t talk about that) and pass lab and recitation grades on to the faculty.  Except for one course where there were some problems, that’s done.  Then to jump on the edits of the lab manual. 

I’m about one third of the way through Howard Andrew Jones’ The Desert of Souls.  I’d hoped to have the review posted by tomorrow, when the sequel, Bones of the Old Ones, is released.  Sadly, that’s not going to happen.  My apologies, Howard.  I’m thoroughly enjoying the novel and will be ordering BotOO later today. 

I should be back up to speed later this week.  Next week, I’m off but my son isn’t.  I should be able to get some stuff done. 

Bradley P. Beaulieu Short Story Collection Kickstarter

Just a quick note.  I don’t ordinarily promote a lot of projects from Kickstarter here on the blog, although I do review some (such as here, here, and here).  However, to every rule there are usually exceptions.  This is going to be one of them.  Bradley P. Beaulieu is one of my favorite writers to have appeared in recent years.  Look here, here, and here for details about why I think that.  But for this post, let me just say the man can write character and plot and sense of wonder and make it look easy. 

I got an email from him a few hours ago announcing a Kickstarter campaign to collect all of his short fiction, with stretch goals to include new stories set in the world of The Winds of Khalakovo.  If it were a manly thing, I would swoon or squee or something.  Instead, consider a loud roar of triumph to have been roared.

If you’ve read Beaulieu’s stuff, you’ll want this collection.  The nice thing about this one is that the rewards listed have reasonable pledge amounts, unlike some projects.  So if you think you might be interested, head over here and check it out.  I’d really like to read those Khalakovo stories.

December’s Agenda

Finals start this week, so things will probably be hectic until around the 14th.  My only final is Friday morning, but I’ve got a new lab manual to edit and send to the publisher by then.  All of which means that posting here is going to be sporadic.  I may post for two or three days straight, then not have anything new for a week or more.  ‘Tis the season.

Here’s what I’ve got lined up as far as novels go.  The Desert of Souls by Howard Andrew Jones is first up, followed by The Dead of Winter by Lee Collins.  After that, it will be two science fiction novels, The Creative Fire by Brenda Cooper and Apollo’s Outcasts by Allen Steele. I’ll post those reviews over at Futures Past and Present.  There are a couple of forthcoming novels I’ve committed to review, plus 3 from Angry Robot that I had intended to review in August before moving threw my schedule into chaos.  Those will probably wait until January since none of the forthcoming titles have release dates before then.

I want to spend the rest of December getting caught up on stuff I’ve had on the shelf for a while that I haven’t been able to get to:  some sword and sorcery, a few historical novels and collections, a lot of space opera, and some Henry Kuttner I’ve been wanting to either read or reread.  Plus some noir, and The Bones of the Old Ones, the sequel to The Desert of Souls.  I doubt I’ll be able to read all of that in the few weeks I’ll have, but I’m going to try.  Of course, I’ll review some short fiction, too.

I’m not going to accept requests for reviews, nor will I be asking for many review copies over the next couple of months.  I’ve mentioned a Sooper Seekrit Project a couple of times before.  There are actually two now.  I should be able to make one public by the end of the month; the other, I’m not sure when I can announce.  In both cases, these are things I’ve been invited to participate in, and I’m really excited about them.  There will be some changes here and at Futures Past and Present because of these projects, but I’ll wait until I can announce the projects before I discuss how my personal blogs will change. 

A Look at Beneath Ceaseless Skies #109

I’m trying to get caught up on periodical reading before diving back into some novels.  It’s been a while since I looked at Beneath Ceaseless SkiesBCS is one of the best publications for short adventure fantasy out there.  I try to read every issue, even if I don’t review all of them.  I’m a little behind right now, but I hope to get caught up during the Christmas break.

Anyway, the latest issue is live, so let’s look at it.

There are two stories, as usual unless it’s a special issue.

The Telling” is the first, and longest, tale in the issue.  The author is Gregory Norman Bossert, a writer whose work I’ve not previously read.  That’s one thing I really appreciate about BCS.  The opportunity to discover new voices.

The Telling” is about a child named Mel, who lives with the servants in a manor house.  The story opens just after the death of the manor’s lord.  The lord had no wife, and some question exists as to what will become of the manor and estate.  There seems to be some connection between Mel and the deceased lord, but what that connection is isn’t clear, at least not to Mel.  One of the first duties, according to tradition, after the death of a lord is to tell the bees, who will spread the word far and wise.  This task falls to Mel, but things don’t go as planned.  It turns out there may also be a connection between Mel and the bees. 

This is a story of dark secrets, some of which are disturbing.  I’m still processing this story.  I liked the writing and the supporting cast of characters. I think I like the ending, but to be honest, I haven’t made up my mind yet.

The other piece of fiction is “The Scorn of the Peregrinator” from John E. O. Stevens.  This was the author’s first sale to, as he calls it, a “major publication.”  I found it to be inventive and original.  Stevens shows promise as a writer.

The society here is oriented around birds.  Whether the people are part bird or humans who pattern themselves after birds and use avian-based magic isn’t entirely clear to me.  It’s the tale of what happens when an emissary for the government, in this case the Nine Kings, shows up at an isolated village in a harsh landscape to impose conscription and new terms of service on a peace loving people.  Just because they’re peace loving doesn’t mean they won’t defend themselves, and at great cost.  I thought this was one the more original concept between the two stories, and I would love to see more of this world.

So, once again, Beneath Ceaseless Skies has published a pair of quality fantasies.  As usual, the stories are available online for free, but if you like what you read, consider supporting BCS by subscribing.  Being able to read BCS on an ereader is worth the cost of a subscription, at least to me.

A Quick Look at the Second Issue of Nightmare Magazine

I realize that November is almost over, and the new issue of Nightmare will be out in a matter of hours, at least if you have a subscription.  So I’m behind for the month.  Like you aren’t?

Anyway, I wanted to take a look at the second issue since the first was a little different.  It contained four pieces of original fiction.  Starting with the current issue, Nightmare will run two original stories and two reprints. 

So let’s take a quick look, shall we?

The opening story is “Construction Project” by Desirina Boskovich.  This one is the tale of two lovers who live in fear of something that is coming to destroy their love and separate them forever.  Ms. Boskovich employs a literary device where you never know which protagonist is speaking.  They will refer to each other in third person in one of them performs a particular act, but often the pronoun the narrator uses to refer to self is “we”.  This adds to the sense of paranoia that seems to pervade the story.  Of course, this type of literary trick isn’t exactly new.  Alfred Bester did something similar in his classic story “Fondly Fahrenheit”.  I’ve not seen anyone successfully pull it off since then.  Until now that is.

The two reprints are next, with Joe Haldeman’s “Graves” leading off.  It’s hard to go wrong with Haldeman, and this story in particular is one of his strongest.  I still remember lines from it when I read it the first time, nearly 20 years ago.  It’s about a soldier on burial detail in Vietnam who gets called out to the front to recover a particular body.  Only this one isn’t like any other corpse he’s seen…

“The Ash of Memory, the Dust of Desire” is a bleak tale from Poppy Z. Brite concerning the end of a relationship.  I’ve not read anything by this author before.  I found the writing to be smooth and polished.  The author captured the voice of the narrator quite well.  I have to admit this one wasn’t my cup of tea, although I liked the ending. 

The final new story is “At Lorn Hall“, a haunted house story from Ramsey Campbell as only he can write a haunted house story.  Campbell is one of those writers who hits with me about 2/3 of the time.  The rest of the time I can’t stand either his characters the bleak or hopeless landscape the move through and occasionally both.  But when he hits with me, I can’t put his work down.  This one worked for me.  In fact it was my favorite of all the issue.  If Nightmare only published one story per issue this good, it would be worthy of our support.

The rest of the issue included part 2 of an interview with Peter Straub, an interview and selection of art by the cover artist Maxim Verehin, a column on ghost stories by R. J. Sevin, and an editorial by John Joseph Adams.  Plus each a short interview with each author.

In short, I’d have to say this was another fine issue.  While I the stories in this issue weren’t as much to my taste as those in the first, it was still an issue I enjoyed very much.  I’m looking forward to the next one in the next day or so (one of the advantages of having a subscription).

Further Thoughts on Traditional Publishers Getting into the Self-Publishing Business

In my brief post earlier today, I mentioned that Simon and Schuster has started a self-publishing division run by Author Solutions, an entity with a reputation for screwing authors.

I wanted to inflict upon you share a few further thoughts with you on the matter.  Why would a major publisher want to start a self-publishing division?  The obvious answer is money, of course.  Which makes all the noise about traditional publishers ensuring quality, curating culture, and defending literature all the more obvious as the load of horse pucky it is.

David Gaughran did an excellent job on summarizing why this venture is a bad thing for writers.  I’ll not repeat what he said here.  For one thing, this isn’t an echo chamber, and for another, I doubt I could say it as well as he did.

Instead, I want to speculate on how this might come back to bite Simon and Schuster in the ass, and what serious writers can do to make that happen.

In the comments to my post, Paul McNamee speculated that this move may have been calculated “to sabotage the self-publishing industry from the inside out.”  If I’m following Paul’s logic (and Paul, please correct me if I’m not), then what this company is doing is…well, I’m not sure.  Because I can’t see any way that this won’t boomerang on Simon and Schuster.  It might hurt self-publishing by taking some writers out of the game by creating such a hell that they give up writing.  I’ll explain why that isn’t necessarily a bad thing shortly, when I discuss why not all writers are created equal.  It might also give the general reading public the idea that all self-published books are crap.  I think that’s what Paul meant.  Even so, I can’t see Simon and Schuster coming out ahead in this deal.

Here’s why:  Big publisher buys/creates/conjures-up-through-diabolism a division that will help authors self-publish.  Fees for “publishing”, never mind editing, are exorbitant.  Anyone who signs up for this program is either desperate, stupid, incompetent, or some combination of the above.  If that comment offends you, too bad.  People who pay vast sums of money for someone to do what they could learn to do themselves (publish, not edit) or pay a percentage for the life of the copyright instead of a flat fee for a service(editing, cover art, etc.) have to be at least one of those things.

There’s absolutely no reason anyone who wants to have a writing career would agree to those terms.  Period.

What I think could happen is that Simon and Schuster, or rather Author Solutions, will begin to attract manuscripts that are horrendous.  Horrendous in terms of quality, horrendous in terms of story, horrendous in terms of character.  Horrendous, completely and totally.  I don’t know what imprint these books will be published under or how closely they will be associated with Simon and Schuster in the mind of the average reader.  From what I understand, most readers don’t know or care about the publishers of the books they read.  I’m so far outside the distribution on this, it isn’t even funny.  Ever since I was old enough to go to a bookstore and select my own reading material, I’ve been hyperconscious of who the publishers were.  That was how I  selected my next book.  I looked for things by publishers who had published the things I liked. 

What I predict is that the prophesied tsunami of crap won’t come from self-publishing in general but from this new venture of Author Solutions and Simon and Schuster.  What I hope is that it will be so bad, and so many readers will get burned by what they buy, that they’ll start to look at who the publisher is more closely.  And that Simon and Schuster will be prominently associated with this in the public eye.  Resulting, of course, in falling revenue.  A company that does this deserves all the bad that happens to it.

See, not all writers are created equal.. And I’m not talking talent here.  I’m talking about professionalism.  A true professional understands the field in which he/she works.  Understands what is ethical and what isn’t.  Understands that in almost every endeavor, success only comes after toil and hard work.  That most writers have to learn their craft, and while some learn quicker than others, one novel, memoir, or nonfiction book does not a writer make.  Dean Wesley Smith, in more than one post on his blog, distinguishes between writers and authors: writers keep writing no matter how many books they’ve published while authors write one or two books and never get over it, basking in the glory of a small number of publications, never building a career.  I think he has a good point.

I predict Simon and Schuster will attract a lot of author wanna-bees, people who don’t understand the first rule about writing for a living.  Money flows to the writer.  Period.  No exceptions. 

In a way, Simon and Schuster will be doing the rest of us a big favor.  They’ll be clearing the field of all the people who just want to be published.  These folks will get discouraged and quit.  Dean thinks this is already happening and that the trend will accelerate.  Those serious about their writing will do the best they can on their current project, put it up for sale, and move on to the next project.  These will be the people who will have careers.  These are the people who will write great literature.  These are the people who will define culture.  Not the major publishing houses. 

To paraphrase an old saying:  The best revenge is in writing well.  That’s how serious writers will help this horrendous lapse in judgment come back and bite Simon and Schuster on the ass.  By writing good books, books that people will want to read.  And doing it consistently enough and often enough that the difference in product becomes so obvious a blind man could see it.  If that happens, and I admit it’s a stretch, then Simon and Schuster could very well get a reputation for producing a tsunami of crap.

I don’t know if that will ever happen.  A lot will depend on how closely Simon and Schuster are associated in the minds of the public with what’s going to be coming out of this deal.  There’s been a lot of talk in recent months that publishers need to develop distinctive brands in the minds of the reading public.  That can be, and hopefully will be, a two-edged sword.  We’ll just have to wait and see. 

Oh, and I’m looking forward to Konrath’s reaction to the news.

I wrote last December that I wasn’t going to be buying many books from major publishers but would be focusing on indie works.  That decision was reinforced today.

A High Profile Scam Warning

I know some of you who read this blog are either indie authors or intending to be.  David Gaughran posted a warning on his site earlier this morning that I think bears repeating.  In short, Simon and Schuster has started a self-publishing arm.  But they aren’t running it.  Author Solutions is.  This is an outfit to avoid like the proverbial plague.

Here’s the link to David’s post.  If you are an independent author or plan to be one, check it out.  He summarizes why this is a scam and provides pertinent links for those who want more detail. 

I”ll have more to say about this later.

A Review of Queen of Thorns by Dave Gross

Queen of Thorns
Dave Gross
Paizo
mmpb, $9.99, 432 p.
epub, $6.99

I’d not read any of the Pathfinder Tales before, so I wasn’t sure what to expect with this one.  Add that this is the third novel featuring these characters, and I could have found my self at a disadvantage.

Fortunately, Dave Gross, whose work I hadn’t read prior to this novel, does a good job of filling in what background details are needed as you go along.

The setup starts out fairly straightforward.  Half-elf Varian Jeggare has never met his Elven father, but at one point in his life his father sent him a gift of a red carriage.  That carriage was smashed in a previous adventure.  Now he and his bodyguard Radovan have journeyed to the Elven kingdom of Kyonin hoping to find the carriage maker and get the thing repaired.  Simple, right?

Uh, no, actually, it’s not.  There are demons in the forests they must travel.  Plus there’s the usual court politics and intrigue.  Before it’s over, it will be a toss-up which is more dangerous. 

I found this to be an enjoyable novel.  Varian and Radovan are very different characters.  Gross alternates their viewpoints from one chapter to the next.  Of the two, I think I prefer Radovan.  He has a more Damon Runyon-esque voice, while Varian, being a count, has a more blueblood tone.  Both make interesting narrators.  Radovan has the slightly cynical tone that appeals to me a little more, though.

The storyline is also interesting and entertaining. When Varian and Radovan set out to find the maker of the carriage, they’re joined by several members of the court.  Each of the members has an agenda.  And those agenda aren’t always compatible with each other.

There are several twists in the plot.  While none of them were particularly surprising, they weren’t exactly broadcast in advance either.  There are references to the previous books, but you don’t need to have read them to enjoy this one.

This was the first Pathfinder book I’ve read.  I enjoyed it enough that I’ll be reading more.  I’ll probably go back and read the first two novels featuring Varian and Radovan  (Prince of Wolves and Master of Devils), although with the backlog I’ve got and the Sooper Seekrit Project, it will be a while before I get to them.  If you like solid, gaming-based adventure fantasy, give this one a try.

I’d like to thank Jaym Gates for providing me with a review copy.

A Look at Heroic Fantasy Quarterly Issue 14

Heroic Fantasy Quarterly #14

It’s been a while since I looked at an issue of Heroic Fantasy Quarterly (here and here), so we need to rectify that.

The current issue went live last month.  I’m a little behind on my magazine reading, but I’m catching up.  The problem is that there’s so much quality short fiction being published online.

HFQ is no exception. Here’s what the current issue holds.

Days End at the Three Eels” by Al Onia is a tavern story of a different sort.   A tired mercenary spends a night carousing and ends up at the Three Eels, where he meets a slave girl who’d been left for dead in the desert after having been injured, now working as a serving wench, and an old wizard.  Before he leaves he will have impacted their lives in a way neither expect.  There was a nice twist at the end I should have seen coming.  All the clues were there.

S. Boyd Taylor’s “A Song for the New King” was more of a vignette than a story, but it’s a nice meditation on the creative process.

We see the return of Khraen, the undead general, in Michael R. Fletcher’s “Death and Dignity“.  Khraen first appeared in Issue 10’s “Death at the Pass“, where we saw his resurrection by the hand of the necromancer Leben.  In this story, Khraen is pursued by a wizard and his slave sorcerer across the frozen north.  Khraen is very much cut from the mold of the brooding antihero.  There’s a great deal of meditation on freedom and choices in between the combat in both of these tales.  I’m looking forward to the next installment.

Two poems round out this issue.  First “The Swordswoman” by Jessica Amanda Salmonson, a bleak poem in which no good deed, if not unpunished, at least goes unacknowledged.  The second poem is a more hopeful selection, Barry King’s “Shadakar“.  I thought these poems were better than average.

On the whole, a solid issue.  Heroic Fantasy Quarterly continues to publish solid, adventure oriented fiction.  Many of the authors are new comers, and I have a feeling in a few more years, if these authors continue to write and make names for themselves, HFQ will become known as the place to find the new up and comers in the fields of sword and sorcery and heroic fantasy.  If you’ve not read this publication, all of the issues are online for free, so check them out.