My old gaming buddy Anton Strout’s first novel is out tomorrow - Dead to Me hits stores 2/26. Look for the big ol’ cardboard displays!

Dead to Me is described as paranormal detective story full of mystery, deadpan humor and if I know Anton - candy. Okay, there may not be much candy in the book, but there should be. The author has a definite sweet tooth, and I suspect that there are a least a few chocolate stained manuscripts scattered around the offices of Ace Books.

In all seriousness, congrats Anton. I look forward to reading Dead to Me’s sugary sticky pages.deadtome.jpg

My own pox party

February 25, 2008

I avoided the Chicken Pox for 34 years, and let me tell you when it finally catches up with you in a long dark alley - payback is hell.

Sorry about the lack of posting, but last Monday night I came down with a low grade fever that within a matter of days turned into a full blown case of the pox. It’s funny, when I was a small boy I used to envy the kids who got the Chicken Pox - two weeks off school. Sure there was some itchiness involved, but c’mon - two weeks off school!

It’s a whole different scenario when you’re an adult. Four days of fever and chills plus three days of itching. My wife urged me to post a picture of my pox-ridden self here on the blog but I never got around to taking the photo (too weak with fever . . . too . . . weak). So here’s a little visual approximation curtousy of WoW (I think it captures the emotional truth of the experience quite effectively):

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. . . And this is what happened:

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Thanks to our great friends Dan and Susannah for taking the missus out of the house for an evening, and Baby Will - I’m sorry.

So February 15th has come and gone and the first round of editorial revisions on Powerless are still not done. Granted, my editor Joan is terrifically understanding person and therefore the Feb. 15th date was always sort of a soft deadline, but still it’s kind of frustrating.

I’ve decided that books are like babies - you expect them to conform to tidy little schedules and work around the important things in your life, but they have an uncanny tendency to surprise you with all-nighters and painful growth spurts.

Baby Will has decided that sleep is for the weak, and Powerless has somehow grown by nearly two thousand words in the editing process, even though I’ve cut two chapters nearly in half.

I love them both dearly, but . . . c’mon! If anyone knows any great nannies who do freelance copy-editing on the side, send them my way.

Now this is a cool idea

February 16, 2008

You might have already come across this since it’s been Boing Boinged and bounced about the blogopshere, but I think it’s cool enough to repost here:

A convention for middle-grade and YA sci-fi and fantasy only. Tamora Pierce and Julie Holderman are trying to get just such a convention off the ground, and they are looking for volunteers.

Conventions are the one place where strict genre labeling doesn’t bother me - it’s a shorthand way of people of like-interests to get together.  Science Fiction and Fantasy aren’t just emerging in the young adult market - they are flourishing, and I think it would be a terrific opportunity for readers and writers alike.

So if you’re interested, click on the above link and offer to help out.  I did.

I just picked up from Ecstatic Days that that there is yet another freelance writer who needs a little help paying the medical bills. This time it’s Caitlín R. Kiernan, the popular writer of dark fantasy and horror. I don’t know Caitlín personally, but I do know plenty of other writers and artists who’ve ended up in the same predicament. It’s disturbing to see how many successful freelancers are forced to go without health insurance in this country. Too many Americans have to roll the dice against their health - forced to choose between insurance and the other necessities such as rent. Here’s to hoping that whichever party takes over the White House in January ‘09, the two sides can finally sit down and do something about this national disgrace.

In the meantime, scoot over to Caitlín’s site and buy a book. A good read for a good cause.

A Must-Read Miscellany

February 6, 2008

I wasn’t much of a reader as a kid. I came to the skill late. I didn’t start reading for pleasure until around age ten or eleven. (It’s ironic, but not necessarily atypical for someone in my profession. )

Sorry to say that throughout much of my boyhood, books were great for building forts for my GI Joes.

Except for my World Almanac phase. Every kid has his quirks, and one of mine was a short-lived obsession with the eclectic mix-mash of trivia and lists behind the yellow cover - god how I loved lists. Still do. I carried a dog-eared and coca-cola stained copy around with me at odd times. I peppered my speech with interesting facts about the cabinet of our 22nd and 24th president, Grover Cleveland (it’s true. look it up in your almanac)

That’s why this book makes so darn happy - Schott’s Miscellany is the almanac to end all almanacs. Oceanic Dead Zones? Check. Swimming the Amazon? Check. James Bond and Drinking? Check.

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I’m so tickled with this book that it has earned its own tag. So go get one and let’s exchange useless, wickedly entertaining facts and figures. C’mon, do you know the list of Geipan and Alien Sightings 2007?

Take a quick moment . . .

February 5, 2008

. . . And read this lovely piece of flash fiction, City of Beautiful Nonsense by the writer Justin Howe.  Justin is a buddy of mine and I can vouch for him as a stand-up fella.  His work speaks for itself.

Weird 101

February 5, 2008

My copy of The New Weird anthology arrived in the mail yesterday, and I have to say I’m mighty impressed. What the editors Jeff and Ann Vandermeer have done is put together not only a great sampling of authors (such Barker, Mieville, Moorcock, Ford, Harrison and many others) but they have also assembled this hefty book as a dialogue on the very topic of the new weird genre. There are essays, histories. There’s even a reproduction of the original internet thread that coined the term “New Weird.” This book’s a primer, a debate, an analysis and a darn good read for those interested in mature speculative genre.

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The New Weird - at it’s weirdest.

An article in today’s New York Times book review got me thinking. Alright, it got me hopping mad. Dave Itzkoff was reviewing China Mieville’s Un Lun Dun as well as Neil Gaiman and Michael Reaves’ collaboration Interworld, and both reviews were mostly good.

Basically, Itzkoff’s praise focused on the daring, genre-defying boldness of the books. Itzkoff’ applauds the subversion of expectations and can’t help but aim swipe at what he sees as the Potter franchise’s predictable formula. He even goes so far as to ask, “I sometimes wonder what self-respecting author of speculative fiction can find fulfillment in writing novels for young readers.”

Them’s fighting words! To say that speculative fiction writers are somehow above YA writing, is like the band geek throwing spit wads at the mathlete. Just sad.

The truth is that writers of YA are working in all genres - literary, sci-fi, fantasy, crime, romance - and the only difference is that we are trying to create a product that will excite the youth of today. We are building readers by building good, fun stories. We want them to like our books, sure, because we want them to LOVE reading (something that Itzkoff leaves out of his critique - whether the kids will actually like the stories).

Don’t get me wrong - I’m not commenting on either of the books being reviewed. Both are on my bookshelf. And I’m thrilled that the Times is giving ink to genre titles these days, but Mr. Itzkoff’s offhand slam against the entire YA genre made me nearly spit coffee.

Young Adult writing is a net good. End of debate.