The nuclear option

It seems that saying "Screw it, I'm done with this writing thing" is part of the usual drama and angst that many writers go through. This is usually followed at some point by a return to the page and the world of words.

But under what circumstances would you actually make it stick?

An addict desperate to get clean will gather up all the drugs and flush them down the toilet, gather up all the paraphernalia and throw it into a dumpster, pack a bag and leave town to get away from the peer group of users, dealers, pimps and prostitutes that encircle a life of addiction. Sometimes, they get clean; other times, they only recreate their former life in a new place.

I've heard of would-be writers admitting defeat and taking steps to burn the bridges behind them. Take down the blog, recycle the notebooks, delete the files from the hard drive, pull the books from Amazon, cancel the accounts on twitter and goodreads.

Get clear. Get clean.

What would make you do it?

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The horror of old work

I'm cleaning out my desk, recycling enormous piles of old paper. Among the detritus is a complete anthology of science fiction stories which I never got around to publishing. Spaceships, aliens, antimatter, Victorian automata, black holes, time travel... this anthology has it all.

Intrigued, I read through them, letting my own words come back to me across the years.

In general, the stylistic choices I made way back then are not the choices I would make today. That's perhaps putting it kindly. One choice I made back then is exactly the same as I made today: the best place for this collection of stories is an undisturbed grave.

To my credit, however, I certainly seem to have written with a great deal of enthusiasm.

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Blog tour: Meet my main character

I’ve been tagged in the Meet my Main Character blog tour by my pal Icy Sedgwick .
Here are the rules:

The taggee must write a post answering the same seven questions about their MC (main character). Then the taggee becomes the tagger and chooses five other authors.

I debated using this opportunity to talk about my WIP, but since it's still too far from completion for me to have a publication date, I'll talk about "Verbosity's Vengeance" instead.

1. What is the name of your main character? Is he a fictional or a historical person?
The Grammarian, aka Alexander Integrity Graham, aka A.I. Graham. The Grammarian is a costumed superhero, so definitely fictional.

2. When and where is the story set?
The story is set in the present day, on the streets of Lexicon City. It's a lot like Chicago, mixed with bits of Philadelphia, Sao Paulo and New York.

3. What should we know about him?
He's a very human guy with superhuman abilities. His powers are based on language constructs. such as words, punctuations and grammar. He can project a full stop to block a grenade, punch through steel with an acid remark, or spray a mass of commas to silence a crowd. The raw material of his power is his intelligence, which can also be used for purely physical effects. By diverting his mental capacity into strength, agility, speed-healing or other super-abilities, he can do amazing things... just not too many at once if he wants to stay coherent.

4. What is the main conflict? What messes up his life?
The Grammarian can handle his arch-nemesis, Professor Verbosity. Tracking him down and stopping his latest plan is only a matter of detective work. What really screws things up is the interference of the Avant Guardian, an incompetent, rookie superhero eager to make a name for himself among Lexicon City's heroes. The Grammarian is patient, and he's out for justice; the Avant Guardian is splashy, and he's out for quick fame. Their clashes only serve to help the Professor Verbosity and another supervillain new to Lexicon City. Amid this action, the Grammarian (in his real identity as Alex Graham) is pursing a romantic relationship with a scientist with an interest in superhero technology. When her interest rises to the level of obsession, the entanglements with the damage caused by the Avant Guardian's bungling (and the Grammarian's attempts to set it all right) initiates a terrible cascade of events that threatens the entire city.

5. What is his personal goal?
Stop the villain. Save the city. Hire a sidekick. Get a date for Saturday night. Not necessarily in that order.

6. Is there a working title for this novel and can we read more about it?
The book is "Verbosity's Vengeance: A Grammarian Adventure Novel". It's available at most e.book retailers: Amazon, Smashwords, iTunes, Barnes & Noble and in other e.book formats directly from me.You can also read about "Verbosity's Vengeance" and discuss it on Goodreads.

7. When can we expect the book to be published?
It came out last September, with good reviews. As of this date, it's averaging 4.60 stars on Goodreads and 4.7 stars on Amazon.

Now, I get to tag a few people. They are:

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Word Crimes - nerd love

Weird Al Yankovic has knocked one out of the park with Word Crimes. There are so many beautiful little bits here to warm the cockles of a grammarian's heart, like this:

Watch it in all its glory!

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You don't want me around anyway

Much ink has been spilled on SFWA's decision to side unconditionally with Hachette in calling out Amazon for being a big, mean corporation that is putting their own profits ahead of the profits of other big, mean corporations the interests of helpless authors. In general, this reads as a slap in the face to indie authors who are publishing their own sci-fi and fantasy works without waiting for permission. In contrast, it seems that most of the defense of Hachette is coming from the big name, guaranteed best-seller authors that make Hachette most of their money.

Ironically, SFWA has recently been taking comments on allowing self-pubbed authors entry. That is, they're maybe, possibly, thinking about doing some discussion at some point about deciding on just how high to set the bar. Some of the discussion about just how high to set the bar reminds me of how the Russian judges view ice skating by anyone who isn't Russian. I think this comment sums it up:
Marc Cabot

If, upon review, the work is professional, the applicant can be admitted.
Punchline of an old joke, modified for context:
Poll Worker, Incredulous: “You can read that?”
Indiepublisher, Resigned: “Yep. It says ain’t no independent authors gettin’ in here today.”

SFWA: proudly slamming the car door on its own fingers since forever.

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Story ideas

I had a story idea this weekend. This is notable only because it's the first such idea to present itself in a long time. Good enough to be worth writing down? Possibly, possibly not. At this point, any idea is a welcome half-cup of water to be drawn from a well that's been dry for a long time.

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I ran a 5K. Now what?

Not me. Close, but not me.
I ran my first 5K last Monday. It was OK. Not a huge milestone or a great accomplishment, as some of my friends predicted. Certainly not "life-changing", as one of my marathon-addicted relatives assured me.

It was OK.

I started running in February (or maybe March?) with the "Couch to 5K" app for my phone. The description reads:
Get off the couch with the OFFICIAL Couch-to-5K® training app from Active.com! This oft-imitated program has helped thousands of new runners move from the couch to the finish line. Spend just 20 to 30 minutes, three times a week, for nine weeks, and you’ll be ready to finish your first 5K (3.1-mile) race!
I can attest that this is just how it went. When I started, the training program had me run for 1 minute, walk for 2, run for 1 minute, walk for 5, etc. The initial workouts weren't bad, even for a couch potato.

Each week's workout got progressively harder, but never ramped up quickly enough to be beyond my capabilities. It was just enough of a stretch to make it a challenge to be overcome. By the end of the nine week program, I was regularly running more than 5K, three mornings a week.

Perhaps that's why my first official 5K race was anticlimactic. I'd already run that distance several times, so there was no physical accomplishment to speak of. I had no intention of challenging anyone for primacy in the standings, so my time didn't matter much, either. It was slower than my normal training runs, but I wasn't surprised by that.

My left leg hurt the morning of the race, but since my leg had been hurting for weeks, I knew that the pain would go away once I started running. Endorphins, probably. Besides, this was my first registered 5K, and I didn't want to forgo it, or quit after only the first mile. The upshot is that I ran the race anyway, start to finish.

Did it give me a newfound sense of accomplishment and wider vistas of pleasure at having done what I'd set out to do?

No. The most lasting impact of it has been the unremitting, bone-deep pain just south of my left hip. Not a muscular pain, it feels like a hard bruise. Since there's no discoloration, I can only assume I've done something to the bone. The frisson of tough guy pleasure at the thought of having run a 5K on a fractured leg is small compensation for the constant pain.

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10 Reasons Hobby Lobby Won't Cover Contraception

Since Hobby Lobby is a person now, I asked him (of course it's a HIM) why he won't cover contraception for his females employees. He gave me 10 reasons:

10. Because I don't want you to have it.

9. It's against my religious beliefs.

8. My worldview does not encompass women having the same priority as men.

7. "Volitional performance" only applies to penis, not uterus.

6. That costs me money.

5. All that "women's stuff" is just ick.

4. Because if SCOTUS falls for this, we can bar transplants, too. Which are even MORE expensive. Duh.

3. Go make me a sandwich and don't worry about reason #3. You wouldn't understand it anyway.

2. Nobody in MY family ever used contraception, and this is a family business. With family values.

1. Because AMERICA!

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Editing on the road

I like to make comments on a manuscript with pen and paper, with the classic three-ring binder my preferred format. It gives me room to write long notes on blank paper, make marginal and interlineal notes, and draw frowny faces and multiple exclamation points for really bad writing.

Don't judge me until you've walked a mile in my word processor.

This system works well: notes in longhand, typing in edits and changes on the computer. The one time it doesn't work is when I'm trying to edit a manuscript on an airplane. In general, airplanes are great places to write; they present an atmosphere of monastic isolation for hours and hours on end.

However, while a paper notebook, iPad or small laptop will fit on an airplane fold-down tray, it's too narrow to accommodate my binder when it's open. I've wrestled with this for a while, without success.

Until now.



Presented above is my solution for using a three-ring binder on an airplane fold-down tray. With this one change, the binder fits perfectly. Both sides are squarely on the tray, so I'm neither causing it to flop off the right edge when I write notes, nor am I sticking the left side into my seatmate's drink.  For editing anywhere else, e.g. at a desk or table, it functions as a standard binder. Plus, the front cover remains long enough to keep the pages from getting dog-eared when the binder is closed.

As a black-on-white, pocket-knife-and-duct-tape modification, it's a hack in the Brutalist style, but the function-over-form aesthetic appeals to me. You Pinterest types are free do the same thing with precision-cut X-acto knives and color-coordinated tape.

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Oceans of red ink

I finished the initial pass of corrections to my WIP first draft. This consists of pretty basic stuff, such as:
  • determining the genders of certain characters
  • the existence (or removal) of other characters
  • deciding on the balance of furious vs. suicidal for my MC
  • settling on the spelling of names
  • flagging the big sections of tell, tell, tell so I can replace them with show, show, show
  • noting where I need more action, better dialogue
I still need to decide if my MC is merely alone in the world, or if he's "my ex-girlfriend is standing right over there, I can see her but not talk to her" alone.

With a binder full of marked up hardcopy, the next step will be to start rewriting the text to implement these corrections. I also need a better ending, but I'm confident that will come.

At some point, I'll have to post a few pictures to explain how I solved the problem of using a 3-ring binder on an airplane fold-down tray. It's an elegant solution, even if it does involve duct tape.

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I Hate Strong Female Characters

My pal S. E. Zbasnik asked for some space on my blog to discuss an important issue: how women are presented in fiction. The issue is most problematic in fantasy, science fiction and adventure fiction, but can be seen across genres and types of media. As someone who made it a priority to write independent, kick-ass female superheroes to go along with my independent, kick-ass male superheroes, I'm happy to present her guest post, below.

I Hate Strong Female Characters

Like nonplussed and literally, the phrase “strong female character” has come to mean its antithesis. When people hear it they picture a full fleshed out woman with her own wants and desires. What they get is a woman in a mini skirt and thigh high boots that occasionally punches people.

But, and this is vital, that strong female character, cannot actually save the day. Her entire existence is for the main male hero. She may be spunky and sassy and is always met beating up some guys, but the second she teams up with MMH (main male hero) she abandons everything in her life to help him on his quest. Perhaps she manages to get captured and somehow fully forget how to fight allowing the MMH to do all the cool stuff while she sits around in a metal bikini.

Strong female character is a buzzword. People know it’s something audiences want, so they throw it in for anything. Have a female character? Well, she’s a strong female character!

But, she’s only got three lines and you didn’t even name her beyond “Busty Hottie?”

Yeah, but look, she totally stabbed that one bad guy in the eye. Strong female character!

I stated once that “if your female character doesn't exist outside of the prism of your male character's existence, you do not have a ‘strong woman.’”

Quite a few male writers had to rush to my somnolent twitter feed to inform me I was wrong (of course I am, I'm just a girl), that all of their characters are strong females because they hit things. Sometimes they hit things really hard. Maybe one's like a B cup, a large B cup of course. And then they drop the bomb, “well it passed the Bechdel Test so they're all capable characters, can't accuse me of sexism.”

Let us break down the Bechdel test for those who have yet to hear of it.

In order to pass all you need are

  • Two named women
  • Together in a scene (only one scene necessary)
  • Talking about something other than men
That is bloody it. The point of it was to show how rarely movies passed, that so much of media falls upon the 25:75 ratio. One Sue Storm to the three other fantastics (soulless scientists not withstanding). It was to give data for how rare it is for women to exist outside or to have a point beyond the main male character’s purpose.

The test was supposed to draw attention to the dearth of female characters, instead so many men found it a convenient excuse to prove they can't be accused of sexism.

Throw in a character named Candy talking to another named Mandy about how awesome shoes are, then back to the guys actually saving the world. Boom, Bechdel Test passed. This is a totally feminist work with three dimensional women.

I'm not a big fan of playing the reverse game, but imagine the utter shit fits thrown if all you needed to prove you created a fully fleshed out three dimensional male character is that you have

  • Two named men
  • Together in one scene
  • Talking about something that has nothing to do with women
This Brochdel Test is passed by, oh, just about every movie in existence. Men can have pasts, they can have motivations, desires, needs, wants outside of sex.

Women have that one scene where the love interest gossips with her best friend, who will probably never be seen again.

I despise the always tacked on female character in action movies because she's there for one reason, to polish the main character's penis. Once that's done, she's nothing more than an animated set piece, occasionally transformed into a breathing MacGuffin. Oh sure, maybe she throws a punch or two, taps a stick lightly against a rat of unusual size; but if you removed the male character, she would cease to exist. All her motivation comes down to is making the male protagonist happy (ifyaknowwhatImean nudge nudge); without him around she'd stand blank like a Stepford robot in the kitchen, making sad beeping noises, waiting for someone to switch her off.

No, passing the Bechdel test does not mean you have a fully culpable, capable, or even somewhat realistic female character. If you're uncertain and concerned you could try asking another woman and, this is the really important part, listening to her. Don't ignore the words flowing out of her mouth and mentally fill in her criticism with diamonds/babies/yogurt/chocolate/pumpkin spice latte and change nothing. We've been doing this woman thing a hell of a lot longer than you. We may just know what we're talking about.

So I say we need to have a second level of the Bechdel test; if you are basing the idea that you cannot be accused of sexism upon this test, then you need to pass the second level.

  • Have a named female character
  • Whose life does not revolve around a male character
  • Done. Maybe have some pancakes to celebrate?
I'm guessing, much like the original Bechdel test, most media will fail.

There’s another approach to creating the false “strong female character” that’s grown in popularity as male writers try to shoehorn in a female character but keep all the interesting stuff with men.

We’ll give them a woman who’s trained her entire life to become a ninja chimney sweep. She’s forsaken friends, love, and a normal life to master the secrets of ninja chimney sweeping. She’s harsh, but witty, with a short fuse for those who waste her time. But this story won’t have a damn thing to do with her. No, it has to be about a white guy, mid 20’s with a bit of a pot belly who is almost a total screw up.

But this guy is destined to be the great ninja chimney sweep hero. You can’t argue with it. It’s destiny. Rather than the girl using her lifetime of awesomeness to defeat the dust monster clogging up the lungs of Earth, instead she must lose two-three weeks of her life trying to train a perpetual fuck up. Because that makes tactical sense, to send an untrained and untested rookie instead of the person who devoted her life to it.

It’s the “girls can’t save the world” trope. She may be confident, she may be talented, she may be terrifying beyond anything the villain can imagine, but she cannot save the galaxy. Only boys can do that. So they take that female character they built up and delegate her back to being the prize waiting at home for the real hero to return once he’s finished falling into winning. Sure, she gets a backstory and maybe even a bit of autonomy, but it means jack squat when all she gets to do with that characterization is stand around waiting for a male character to save the day.

Yet, the creators can run around screaming “Look, we made a strong female character.” She can punch really hard. She doesn’t dream about boys. She won’t need any rescuing. She won’t do any saving either, but that’s not important. All that matters is we made one. We didn’t use one, but we made her.

That is not enough. Boys have grown up watching men save the galaxy for eons, but you can’t let a woman do it? Even if its part of an ensemble, she’s relegated to the half naked hottie that goes along with whatever the leader wants. It’s a guy who’s the comic relief, a guy who’s the muscle, a guy who saves the galaxy. The girl waits around for a kiss and punches a few baddies, but not too many. We don’t want to emasculate the hero.

Because this is the overriding fear with every strong female character. If we let her be too impressive, let her do too much on her own, then she won’t need a male to save her.  What if, instead of needing a man, she wanted one around? She wanted one for his friendship, or for his humor, or because he treated her like a person instead of a pile of sexy body parts? Impossible! Give her a stick to swing around, put her in a bikini, and call it a role model for little girls. Done!

This isn’t even touching upon the idea that not all strong women beat people up. Tactics, cunning, or even emotional manipulation can a powerful woman make; but in order for that to happen, a woman would have to be smarter than a man and we’re right back to emasculation terror. Sure, maybe she knows some secret ninja woman moves that allow her to take out a few bad guys. That’s acceptable. But outsmarting some big baddie? Unthinkable!

Girls must always be shown as lesser than boys, even when people are swearing up and down that they’re not by hiding behind “it’s a strong female character.” To admit for a moment that women can be just as capable as men is too terrifying for the average writing crop to admit.

And that’s why I hate strong female characters, who are anything but.

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​S. E. Zbasnik has a new book out called The King’sBlood. It’s got some magic, it’s got some witches, it’s got a black heroine in a medieval setting, and it has more puns per cubic meter than a clown car.

Available at Amazon or Lulu

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While I was gone: WTF

Iraq fell apart. This has brought the U.S. and Iran closer together. +2 on the WTF scale.

Eric Cantor fell apart. Can't be Speaker of the House if you're not in Congress. +6 WTFs.

The World Cup did not fall apart. (Or maybe it did. Hard to tell. I don't really pay attention to futbol.) 0 WTFs.

I feel hellishly jet-lagged and 10 pounds heavier after this trip. Few things could be less surprising. -7 WTFs.

My e.mail Inbox is overflowing. It'll take me most of the morning to clear it out. -4 WTFs.

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3-ring binders on airplanes

I'm going to have a lot of airplane time coming up. Ideally, I'd like to use that time to continue editing my WIP novel. However, I like to edit this stage of rough draft with pen and paper (see my previous post, "A stupid (but effective) trick to improve the editing experience"). An airplane fold-down tray is WAY less than ideal for an open 3-ring binder.

Suggestions? I could fold it back on itself so it lies flat, but that makes turning pages a pain.

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Uploading

I forgot how much I dislike the actual "self-publishing" part of self-publishing.

We have run EPUBcheck on your file, and unfortunately, it has not passed validation. The errors found were:
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Please correct these issues and upload your file again.
The fun never ends.

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Learning a thing or two about women

The #YesAllWomen avalanche has been instructive. I already had no patience for the alpha male / pickup artist / brociopath subculture that makes life difficult for women. It's an infantile, short-sighted, self-centered approach to life. Once I figured out that girls and women were, like, ACTUAL PEOPLE (a realization which I came to around age 18, when the fog of puberty cleared), I tried to treat them as such.

This outpouring of information in the wake of the misogyny-driven killings in California has increased my understanding of the daily humiliations women endure, or have to structure their lives to try to avoid.

I dislike being lumped in the same shit bucket as the swaggering, cocksman bros, those guys who see women's role as a limited mixture of servant and lust-receptacle, as mindless object and walk-on character. Unfortunately, the circumstances are such that it's not possible to paint us men with anything other than a broad brush. The day-to-day reality is that, for too many women, it's safer to assume the worst about the men she meets and wait for evidence to the contrary.

All I can do is be part of the right side of the equation in the present, and to teach my sons to make society a better place for everyone in the future.

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A fresh review

A new Goodreads review of "Verbosity's Vengeance" appeared recently. Like many of the reviews, it falls squarely on the "You Should Read This" side of the ledger. It reads (in part):
For the tl;dr crowd: This is a great and fun book about superheroes, with a sprinkling of grammatical humor. If you like either of those things at all, you'll enjoy it!
The wordplay, alliteration, and grammatical puns that effectively make up the entire section are brilliantly dense and put me in the mind of such writing geniuses as P.G. Wodehouse.
...It's got a good sprinkling of humor, like in my opinion any good superhero story should, but it's also got plenty of seriousness and deals with things like getting injured on the field. The combat scenes – which are, let's face it, absolutely integral to any sort of action novel such as a superhero novel – are excellently done. I kept finding myself thinking about how well the scene would work as a movie.
I would highly recommend this book to anyone who enjoys superheroes – even if you don't consider yourself a “fan” – and to anyone who is a bit of a grammar geek. For those of us who like both? Consider it the jackpot.
So there you go! If you live at he intersection of superhero fan and grammar geek, this is the book for you!

Also, since I'm a tremendous fan of P.G. Wodehouse, this review gives me lots to be happy about.

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Only funny in the sunshine

This year has been really hectic from January on, but things have settled down a bit in recent weeks. This means I've been able to be on twitter more (as @TonyNoland... duh), and to give more attention to those social interactions. My book promotion (and my book sales) are still for shit, but that's nothing new.

What I want to point out is this assessment of me, offered by Karen Mulholland (@kemulholland):


This is the first time in a long time anyone's said something like that about me. Aside from thanking Karen for the compliment (thanks!), I'd like to acknowledge that for several months, I haven't been terribly funny, or very fun to be around on social media. Stresses of life, family, and work piled onto me, and did so at the worst time of the year: the bleak midwinter.

Every year, from the gray snows of January until the irises are in bloom in the warm, sunny springtime, it's always a struggle for me to be anything but depressed... and depressing. My seasonal affective disorder is hardly crippling, in that I can function OK, e.g. go to work, eat and sleep properly, etc. However, it hits me every year, and this year harder than usual.

I did my usual countermeasures: exercise, bright lights, social engagement, the standard repertoire. But this winter was much worse than usual in the northern part of the U.S., with weather than kept many of us indoors for weeks on end. It hit me pretty hard, mood-wise. I knew as it was happening that some of my mates on twitter and around the blog world got a little tired of the dark cloud of bleak hopelessness that I carried with me. I knew, but I couldn't really do much about it. It felt like melodrama to me; God only knows what it looked like to you.

However, it's spring now, so I'm back to the way I like to be. I won't say that I'm back to my "normal" self, because my version of normal contains a lot of variability. I will say that I'm very glad the sun is shining and that the rains are warm again.

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What am I working on?

A few days ago, my pal and fantasy writer Sabrina Zbasnik (@introvertedwife) tagged me in a bloghop meme, along with Monica Marier, Mandaray, and Brian Schwarz. No fancy title or special graphic icon, just a few questions to answer. Let's get to them, shall we?

1. What am I working on?

My novel WIP is a corporate thriller about a rising hotshot who, failing in his attempt to escape The Managerial Assignment From Hell, is forced into a struggle that's way, way beyond his control, wrestling with the dirtiest bunch of black hats ever to wrap ivy league M.B.A.s around longshoreman brass knuckles. Why does the Board of Directors want him in the scorpion pit so badly that they'd use blackmail to keep him there? What can they possibly hope he'll accomplish? Most importantly, can he survive long enough to come out on top? Or at least find a way out with his 401K intact?

2. How does my work differ from others of its genre?

As for my WIP, there are a lot of corporate thrillers out there, but I don't think many other corporate thrillers are liberty-taking retellings of the book of Jonah. And as for Verbosity's Vengeance... well, I believe my work with that novel stands alone as a unique accomplishment in the superhero genre.

3. Why do I write what I do?

There are some stories that just won't let you get on with your life until you deal with them first.


4. How does my writing process work?
  1. Think up an interesting core idea.
  2. Frame a general beginning, middle and end of a plot arc.
  3. Work up an outline, including complications along the way from A to B to C.
  4. Write a first draft, assigning 1000 - 2000 words to each point in the rough outline.
  5. Finish the first draft, complete with a placeholder ending.
  6. Walk away from the first draft in disgust.
  7. Drink.
  8. Swear to one day find the strength of character to admit to myself and to the world at large that I can't write worth a damn, that I was never meant to write at all, and that I should never try to write again. [This phase can take a little while to get through, and is always problematic, for me and for the people around me. - T.N.]
  9. Drink.
  10. Come back to the first draft and start editing.
  11. Drink.
  12. Find all the gaping holes and ugly bits in the first draft.
  13. Drink.
  14. Find ways to fill the holes and paper over the ugly bits.
  15. Finish second draft.
  16. Drink.
  17. Edit second draft.
  18. Drink.
  19. Edit third draft.
  20. Find a few gullible lucky people and convince them to throw away a couple of months of their lives help me out by beta reading my novel.
  21. Collect the beta comments, consider how to incorporate them into the next draft.
  22. Content edits.
  23. Polishing edits, followed by a read through, with more polishing edits.
  24. Line edits.
  25. Publication.
  26. Fame, fortune, movie adaptations, action figures, etc., etc.

TURNABOUT

Now, the folks whom I tag are supposed to answer the same four questions. Those people are:

Icy Sedgwick, author of (most recently) the Necromancer's Apprentice.

Larry Kollar, of the Accidental Sorcerers books.

John Wiswell, Godzillaphile and host of the Bathroom Monologues

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