Category Archives: The Writing Life
It’s Word Vancouver time again!
It’s September and you know what that means. It’s back to school time — and back to Word Vancouver! I won’t be reading at any of Canada’s annual litfests this year, but I’ll be hosting a group of writers at the Canada Writes tent for Vancouver’s street fest of all things literary. Details:
Sunday, Sept. 28
4:00 pm Kim Fu
For Today I Am a Boy (HarperCollins Canada $19.99)
4:15 pm Caroline Adderson
Ellen in Pieces (Patrick Crean Editions $22.99)
4:30 pm Geoff Berner
Festival Man (Dundurn $17.99)
4:45 pm Aaron Bushkowsky
Curtains for Roy (Cormorant Books $21.00)
Get all the full details at the Word Vancouver site.
The things an editor teaches you
For the last few days I’ve been working on the edits for The Dead Hamlets, the second book in the Cross series. This is the first time I’ve had the same editor for two books in a row (cheers for Kelsi Morris), and it’s been a real learning experience for me. A real learning experience in that it points out all my weaknesses as a writer.
Do I at least get an eyepatch?
I’ve recently received a number of Google alerts telling me The Mona Lisa Sacrifice has been uploaded to a number of “free ebook” sites. Does this mean I’ve finally made it as a writer?
Mandatory Cory Doctorow link.
Also, I think I have scurvy.
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Spiders need to read more!
Well, that was a fun day. I sent off the third Cross book to my agent, which felt nice. I also got a nerd high off getting mentioned on the Reading Rainbow Twitter feed (a RT, but still!). That happened at the same time I was downloading the Reading Rainbow iPad app. You’ve got to love the universe sometimes. Unless you’re a spider. Spiders clearly hate everything.
I interview the writer mistaken for Stephen King
A few years back, Stephen King put out a book called Joyland. As it turns out, another writer I know, Emily Schultz, also had a novel called Joyland. When King published his book, people started buying her book, thinking it was the same one. Hilarity ensued in Amazon reviews. Now Emily has created a blog chronicling how she’s spending the Stephen King money. I talked to her about the whole bizarre experience over at The Province.
Then horror writer Stephen King published a novel called Joyland, and Schultz’s life went a little crazy. Readers started buying her Joyland novel, thinking it was King’s new book. Joyland’s publisher, ECW, contacted Schultz to let her know her book had suddenly sold 200 copies. “It was exciting for about 60 seconds,” Schultz says, “then I realized, uh-oh, there will probably be some angry readers out there! Sure enough, the one-star reviews started piling up on Amazon.”
The never-ending story
A few posts back I wrote about how I thought the third Cross book only needed about one more writethrough before I could send it to my agent. Famous last words and all that. When I was working on what I thought to be the last writethrough, rushing to get it done before the edits for the second Cross book arrive, I realized the book would be so much better if I just tweaked a couple of flashbacks, which led me to move around some of the plot elements, which then led me to write some more background for a couple of the characters… you get the idea.
Anyway, I finished that draft today. Now I think it only needs one more draft before I can send it off the agent….
I forgot the doors! My characters are trapped!
A couple of days ago I finished the third draft of the third Cross book, which is coming along. I think it needs about one more draft and then it will be ready to send off to the agent for notes. And then we’ll see.
Someone asked me about my writing process recently, and I didn’t really have a good answer. I’ve been thinking about it since, and I’ve finally decided it’s kind of like building a house. The first draft is excavating the blank page and putting in the foundation. The second draft is installing the plumbing and electrical and all that. The third draft is throwing up the drywall. The drafts that follow are the painting and otherwise getting it ready for a reader to move into and feel at home.
Editors? They’re the inspectors. Reviewers? They’re the repairmen.
Of course, I’ve never built a house, so what do I know? I’m just hoping I don’t burn down the whole neighbourhood.
War is coming to sci-fi and fantasy fandom
So I wrote a quick overview of the Hugo Awards controversy this year for The Province. It’s really the sort of crazy situation that would need a novel to adequately cover, but who has time for novels these days?
The catalyst for the conflict was the announcement of the Hugo shortlists, which included a couple of expected nominees — Ann Leckie’s Ancillary Justice and Charles Stross’s Neptune’s Brood for best novel — but also a number of highly controversial and perhaps unexpected selections (or perhaps not, depending on who you talk to). Larry Correia made the best novel list for his book Warbound, Book III of the Grimnoir Chronicles, as did Robert Jordan and Brandon Sanderson for the entire Wheel of Time fantasy series. That’s right, an entire series stretching back many years is nominated for best novel of the year. It’s one of those technicality things. To top things off, controversial writer Vox Day was nominated in the best novelette category, enraging many in the sci-fi community who have battled with him online.
Writing through the train crashes
I’ve been sick for, oh, a month or so now thanks to the latest bug my son brought home for preschool. I think I’m almost over it, though, which means it’s time for him to bring a new bug home.
At least I’ve managed to do some writing, in between surfing various blogs detailing the Hugo Awards brouhaha. It’s like a train wreck with new trains coming along and crashing into it every few minutes. I keep thinking I should write a newspaper piece about it but I don’t even know where to start.
Anyways. The writing. I’ve finished a new Azrael story, tentatively titled “The Angel Azrael Is Sacrificed to the Snake God.” I wrote it with an Azrael collection in mind, and I think I’ve got about 30,000 words of Azrael stories now, which is about half a book for me. (Most of my books start out around 60,000 words and then grow to 70,000 or 80,000 in the editing process.) So that’s something.
All right, now I’m going to curl up with some Neo-Citran and watch some more trains crash.








