Fragments of Shadow

Sometimes, People Amaze me.

2009-09-16T15:28:18Z

I just read an article at io9 called “How to get John Scalzi and David Gerrold to Take a Restraining Order Out On You,” about people sending unsolicited, unproven scripts or stories to writers and the damage that can do to a writer’s career.

Well, duh.

Beyond the normal implication that yes, you are indeed putting the writer in an untenable position with regards to their ability to create things… Seriously, you wouldn’t be contacting this particular writer if you didn’t value their abilities, so why would you want to slap creative shackles around their wrists? If they do anything remotely related to the thing you’ve sent them, something even tangentially related… They do it in the shadow of a potential lawsuit. Yes, you’re a fan. Yes, you would never do anything to hurt your hero – except you already have, and they have no idea how you’ll react when you see their name on a book exploring ideas similar to the ones you sent them. A book that may have been in process for two years before you hit send and heard the little whooshing sound on your mac’s Mail.app. Of course you’re not going to believe “I already thought of that,” even if it’s the logical next step for the characters or the universe.

And here, I could tell give an example of where I’d like to see Scalzi’s Old Man’s War universe go, but I’d rather not guarantee that it doesn’t go there, should he come across this post.

Anyway… Here’s the big thing… Beyond that implication, and I’m sorry to have to say this, but… Who the hell are you? What makes you think you’re important or amazing enough that you should bypass the proper channels and get another writer to put his neck on the line and spend some (or all!) of his cred with his contacts to give you a leg up? If you’re as awesome as you think, you can make it through the gauntlet. If you’re as awesome as you think, you’re better served by following one big rule… Don’t be a douche.

I’m a writer. I have writer friends. We all give each other a head’s up when we can, or cheerlead for one another when something needs doing. I am blessed to have intensely talented and creative friends of all stripes and colors. In fact, I’m blessed to be able to consider one of my absolute favorite writers – someone I admire and look up to, someone whose writing amazes and delights me endlessly – to be a friend. And you know what I’ve never done to her? I would never ask her to slip a story of mine to her agent, or her publisher. I’ve never even asked her to critique something I’ve written before it’s been published.

If you look on my Twitter, I’ve asked for feedback from certain of my other writer friends (Eddy and crew), and I know you’re thinking “the Dude abides, and he sees your hypocrisy.” But it’s not the same. In Eddy’s case, we already have an editorial relationship, and I’d like to think we have that level of trust. That bridge is already there. Of course, if he said he felt uncomfortable with it, I’d have completely understood. Otherwise, it’s an open call for people willing to read it and let me know what I need to fix. I’m not putting anyone on the line who doesn’t volunteer their services.

Back to the point… I know these people and I’m wary of pushing my work on them. What makes it cool to do that to people you don’t even know?

Originally published at Fragments of Shadow. You can comment here or there.

Behind the Plywood Tombstones

2009-09-15T13:42:12Z

Last night was my first “rehearsal” for the haunted houses this year. Technically it wasn’t a real rehearsal – costume fitting, learning our makeup, and getting the venue tour/becoming acquainted with our positions was the order of the night.

I love working these things. This will be my eighth year at the park, so in a way, it’s like visiting family. Our crew from After Hours was scattered all over the park in new houses and old, but I still got to see and spend time with a lot of friends last night.

I’ve retired my club kid glowboy character, Adam, from After Hours. He probably escaped when Club Muse was raided by the police, and apparently I didn’t. My new part is an inmate on death row. I stand on the gallows, waiting to stretch. What is wrong with you? How can you just walk by and let me die? And they gave me a microphone. This should be fun.

Originally published at Fragments of Shadow. You can comment here or there.

Sometimes it Just Hits You

2009-09-12T02:21:23Z

On the way home, I got an almost fully-formed idea for something that needed to be written, so I’ve been working on it all night. I’ll leave you with this little plug for some stuff my friends are doing:

Machine Age Productions: Terminus Est — David A. Hill, Jr. is in the process of building a new open source (Creative Commons) RPG that looks like it’ll be a lot of fun.

The Infi-Net Revolution – Martin C. Henley and Chuck Wendig explore the concept that by their nature, heroes are stupid. As in, a few whores short of a bordello. Also, it’s hilarious.

The Whitechapel Project – Eddy Webb crafts some democratized serial fiction about a man named VI (that’s six, not vee. Please, don’t be difficult, I’d like to get back to work). You can vote to guide the story, which means you can also vote to make life easier for VI or harder for Eddy, whatever floats your boat.

The Red Tree – It’s been out a little over a month now, so you have picked up Caitlín R. Kiernan’s newest novel, right? If you have, and you’re not fond of the cover, you’ll find an alternate cover I designed on her site that you can print out and paste onto your copy. If you haven’t, what the hell? Get out there and feed the tree, people.

Originally published at Fragments of Shadow. You can comment here or there.

Failure is Easy.

2009-09-10T15:35:34Z

It’s easier to fail. Success is hard, no matter how you measure it. For me, it’s writing. It’s easier and, usually, more fun to fail. Galloping across the farthest reaches of Northrend with Kat in World of Warcraft, or catching up on the latest episodes of Leverage, or rewatching Doctor Who or Battlestar Galactica… Failing is easier. Hours pass and I realize I didn’t write again today.

Deadlines are a little better. People are more likely to leave you alone when there’s a paycheck on the line than if it’s some ephemeral personal project. But I need to buckle down. More paying gigs would be nice, but there are three personal projects that are important to me. I have to stop getting in my own way.

To that end, I need to establish habits. In Twyla Tharp’s book The Creative Habit, she says “first steps are hard… Turning something into a ritual eliminates the question, Why am I doing this?” (The book, by the way, is awesome. I can’t recommend it enough.) I need my rituals. This blog will become one of them.

Artists limber up by sketching. That’s one purpose this blog will serve… It’s hard to stare at a blank page, but once you get your mind in the writing mode, it’s a lot easier to just keep going. So I’ll see you here, right? It’s no fun without you.

Originally published at Fragments of Shadow. You can comment here or there.

Until Ragdolls Are All That Remains

2009-09-09T14:59:03Z

Last night, we went to a sneak preview of 9, directed by Shane Acker. Kat and I have been looking forward to this film for about a year, since we saw the first footage. If you’re curious about the backstory, you can hit up the 9 Experiment and look around the scientist’s lab.

First thing’s first: The PG-13 rating isn’t a joke. This is a bleak, bleak movie. The settings are beautifully desolate, and more than once, the ragdoll characters have to navigate through a landscape strewn with the corpses of humans murdered by the machines. Seriously. 9 – and this may be considered a very slight spoiler – has to pull something from beneath the withered, dead hand of his creator. The character designs are gorgeous, and the world is wonderfully realized. The mechanical monsters built by the synthetic B.R.A.I.N. are creepy tattered things, made up of an amalgam of bone, metal and other detritus left behind by humanity.

If there’s one complaint I have about the film, it’s that it is way too short. At 79 minutes long, it could have happily been expanded at least another half hour. I would have liked more time with the characters, to establish more of a rapport. I think they leaned a little too heavily on the iconic stereotypes of the dolls: the dictator, the brute, the crazy guy, and so on. It would have made the ending a bit more poignant, I think, if you could have identified more with the characters.

That said, I friggin’ love 3 and 4.

Oh, one more thing… It needs to be reiterated: this is not a Tim Burton movie. Shane Acker directed it, and I hope he doesn’t have the same issues Henry Selick has with A Nightmare Before Christmas. Burton only produced the film; he had no creative stake.

Originally published at Fragments of Shadow. You can comment here or there.

An old fragment…

2009-04-16T18:42:14Z

The girl floats in darkness, her hair fanning out delicate as seaweed. Her skin is clammy and white, broken by purple bruises like orchids in the snow. She has not been in the black water for long. Ragged cuts line her cheeks and arms, but there is no blood. A flowing dress wraps around her, hiding any further damage. Her arms are bound in front of her at the wrists. Cloudy, color-drained eyes stare up at the moon. Her jaw hangs limply open, and water laps in and out of her mouth.

Languidly, the current of the stream pulls her along, over silt, stone, and shining fish to places she never saw when she was alive. Tree branches reach out with grasping hands as she passes, but the river has her.

Her journey continues.

Something I wrote a few years back. It’s on my LJ, but I wanted to dredge it up and get it on Fragments of Shadow, just ’cause.

Originally published at Fragments of Shadow. You can comment here or there.

Somehow Comforting…

2009-04-04T19:34:45Z

So, Neil Gaiman said this in an interview about ten years ago:

I was always so relieved that anyone wants to publish anything I’ve written. In many ways I feel like the biggest challenge hasn’t come yet. Because, if pressed, I would confess that what I’m really scared of is that one day somebody will knock at the door and they’ll have a clipboard. They’ll say, “Mr. Gaiman?” And I’ll say “Yes.” They’ll say, “It says here that you get to make stuff up and get paid for it.” I’ll say, “Yes.” “And it says here that you can do anything you want. You can go and do fantasy and you can do real fiction and you can do TV, films, whatever you want.” And I’ll say, “Yes.” And they say, “Well it’s over. It’s done. We’ve caught up with your game, Sir. You are going to have to go and get a real job. And work normal hours.”

Yes, Mr. Croup and Mr. Vandemar show up and they say “It’s over. You are now going to have to get a real job.” I will have gone to that point, seemingly expecting that this writing thing would go on for ages. I’d then think, “Well, it’s a fair cop.” I would go off and have to get a real job and get up the morning and wear a suit. I suppose I’d secretly make some things up in my head for myself before I went to bed at night, or before I go to sleep anyway lying in bed, sort of making up little stories. But I’d never be able to tell anybody. That’s the thing I’m scared of.

I mean, I know these fears are fairly universal, but it’s somehow comforting to see someone like Neil articulate them.

You can also read the full interview.

Oh, and go read the Graveyard Book. It’s wonderful.

Originally published at Fragments of Shadow. You can comment here or there.

Also...

2009-01-27T20:19:11Z

I'm on Twitter. Follow me on Twitter.

I won't do that thing where it posts my tweets here, I might embed them in the sidebar over at Fragments of Shadow, when I get around to finishing the redesign.

"Is it done?" he asks, the responsible married man finding his voice.

2009-01-27T20:15:36Z

John Updike is dead from lung cancer.

The quote above is from "A&P," my favorite of his short stories. I haven't read the Rabbit series in years, and it's been even longer since The Witches of Eastwick, but he'll definitely be missed.

...Crap.

scarletboi @ 2009-01-27T09:56:00

2009-01-27T15:16:16Z

Get these free stickers over at Ziraxia!

http://www.ziraxia.com/stickers

There's also a special offer so you can get another set of stickers with all the Ziraxians and 20% off your order if you buy a shirt (or two, or more).

Do me a favor and repost this for your friends lists, I love these stickers, and want to get them out there far and wide.

Farewell, Forry.

2008-12-05T23:51:41Z

Forrest J. Ackerman has passed.

Thank you, uncle Forry, for everything. For Ray Bradbury, for Famous Monsters of Filmland, and even for Sci-Fi. But most of all, thank you for being a truly kind person.

Kat and I met Forry at DragonCon. Kat was wearing a spider-shaped poison ring that was, essentially, a replica of the one Lon Chaney Sr. used to wear. The one Forrest had, with a picture of Chaney in it, and a dab of his makeup.

Forry came over, and sat down next to Kat, and complimented her on her ring, and showed her the real one. They talked for almost an hour, about everything and nothing, and for the rest of the weekend, every time we saw him, he’d wave at Kat, point to his ring, and wink. He truly loved what he was doing, and his enthusiasm was contagious. It’s no wonder all the things he championed caught on, with a cheerleader like him.

He’ll be missed.

This entry is crossposted from Evil Spy. Go to the original.

Ia, ia, Cthoobi phtagn!

2008-11-28T17:04:09Z

This is a good example of why I work at Ziraxia. Where else would I get to do this?

This entry is crossposted from Evil Spy. Go to the original.

Night of the Wombat Trailer!

2008-11-12T21:19:19Z

Joe, the new guy at work, made this video for the Daily Wombat shirt over at Ziraxia. Remember, you can buy the shirt at Ziraxia!This entry is crossposted from Evil Spy. Go to the original.

To Everyone Who Voted Yes on Amendment 2.

2008-11-05T18:42:37Z

Thank you for allowing your ridiculous, homophobic fears to run rampant.

You have succeeded in banning something that was already illegal. You have destroyed what rights I had regarding my relationship with my girlfriend of fourteen years in your knee-jerk reaction, your “HOMO BAD!” flailing.

Perhaps next time you could have a more open mind or failing that, read more than the intentionally misleading summary of the law intended to drive an outmoded, “God-fearing” agenda that has no place in a society with a true separation of church and state.

Crap.

This entry is crossposted from Evil Spy. Go to the original.

I Want to Write My Secret Across Your Sky

2008-09-22T01:05:08Z

Worlds are colliding. I’m working four jobs right now.

Ziraxia/Red Alert: The same, though I’m changing schedules next week to make Howl-O-Scream work better. We’re doing well. You should buy a shirt here :) Current Writing Gig: Stupidly behind, but almost done. I feel like crap for being late. If you see this, W, Sorry! Howl-O-Scream: Tuesday is dress rehearsal. House looks good this year. Come visit me in Club Muse! Third Eye Games: Doing the website, that’ll be moving here soon.

On top of all that? My mouth is a shambles. The braces I had as a child ate all the enamel off my teeth and now I’m paying for it. I have a root canal tomorrow afternoon. And thousands of dollars worth of work beyond that… With no insurance or idea where I’m going to get the money to pay for it all. Any rich uncles running around out there I don’t know about?

This entry is crossposted from Evil Spy. Go to the original.

From horror to slapstick in one easy step.

2008-09-09T15:43:51Z

Horror must be highly orchestrated. If anything is off, it can turn into comedy, and all the tension you’ve built up can disappear in a puff of smoke.

All they changed was the score.

This entry is crossposted from Evil Spy. Go to the original.

A Song to Say Goodbye

2008-08-18T23:50:37Z

My cat Groucho, my constant companion since he was a kitten 19 years ago, has been ill for a while. He lost a lot of weight over the last month. He’s been fading, despite my best efforts to help him gain weight, to recover. His whole life, he’s been a kitten. Playful. Loving. Last night I spent the entire evening writing with him in my lap or following me around the apartment as best as his wobbly, weak legs could carry him. I knew it was coming. I told him my goodbyes and made sure he knew how much I love him. This morning, I checked on him and he lifted his head up and meowed to me. I kissed his head and petted his purring flank, and went to work.

He passed away in his sleep this afternoon.

Farewell, little one. I miss you.

This entry is crossposted from Evil Spy. Go to the original.

Coming Soon – Mekhet: Shadows in the Dark

2008-08-17T03:34:41Z

Unnoticed and silent, they watch. Their eyes have seen a thousand secrets, and yours are no exception. They are the Shadows that dwell among the Kindred, and everyone knows that the darkness has eyes in the Danse Macabre. Seek their wisdom under cover of night, and discover what awaits the wise and the patient.

A Clan book for Vampire: the Requiem.

The cover is a placeholder, the real deal will be way more interesting, though if that’s who I think it is, she’s quite interesting in her own right. I didn’t write a huge amount of this, (only about 10%) but I’m really looking forward to its release, since they’re my favorite clan in Requiem and it will mark my first published work in the World of Darkness.

This entry is crossposted from Evil Spy. Go to the original.

Amid the Wreckage

2008-08-08T16:39:59Z

The comic Kat and I were working on has been stalled at the same point for too long. It feels stale and lost. So we’re setting it aside. It needs to be largely rethought.

That said, we dusted off a manuscript I started at USF, and reworked it into a comic idea that we’re both really excited about. We’ve been working on it for only a few days and it’s already farther along than the other project ever was, in a way.

I have too many projects going on at once, again. I need to step back and reevaluate exactly what parts of my creative life are important to me. I’m not going to cancel things, just put them into something resembling priorities.

Obviously, if I owe you something, you’re priority number one. Which, of course, means that White Wolf, Third Eye Games and Ziraxia are first tier. Everything else is basically up in the air.

Originally published at Fragments of Shadow. You can comment here or there.

Decompression = Insomnia, Apparently

2008-07-29T14:29:29Z

Last night was a lot of laying in bed staring at the ceiling. I expected, with all the stress finally subsiding to a dull roar, to get a decent night’s sleep.

Not so much. I was suddenly wired in all the wrong ways. I couldn’t stop thinking about a whole lot of nothing, but I was too tired to get up. Blah.

Originally published at Fragments of Shadow. You can comment here or there.

Secret Project #1 Down.

2008-07-28T03:32:48Z

First draft done, and sent off. Now I can try and get some work done on my personal projects and 3EG before I get started on the next one.

In other news, my grandparents are settled into their new home in Arkansas. I miss them terribly, but I know they’ll be happier up there. It’s funny, because I’ve been so busy that I haven’t been able to see them much, but it was comforting to know they were at least nearby.

And I’ve seen Dark Knight twice now. Good doesn’t even begin to cover it. This year has easily produced the best comic films ever.

Originally published at Fragments of Shadow. You can comment here or there.

There’s a ringing in my ears.

2008-07-25T19:49:22Z

And there has been for three days… I’m updating from my iPhone because if I don’t, I won’t update at all. Current secret project is still a few thousand words out.

I have so many projects going on at once that I’m starting to lose track of what goes where. It’s time to take a step back and get myself organized.

I need a method of synchronizing docs between multiple computers… Maybe it’s time to try google docs again.

Originally published at Fragments of Shadow. You can comment here or there.

Weekly Ziraxia Shirt... ;P

2008-06-11T04:05:10Z

This one will only make sense to the WoW geeks amongst you.

It's on hyperspecial this week for only $12.99 through Monday! Buy it and lower my stress level a notch. Thank you.

Nightmares and Visitations

2008-05-30T15:53:40Z

Last night was horrible. Every inch of sleep was nightmare.

I've mentioned my recurring dreams of the woman before. There is nothing blatantly sinister about her, but she frightens me so much that Kat always wakes me up because I'm hyperventilating. Sometimes she's an old woman with, as I described before, skin that is precisely the color of mouse feet. Sometimes, like last night, she seems younger, but she's wearing a veil. She never speaks, but behind the veil, I can hear her breath gurgling like water dribbling over a rocky riverbed. Always, I feel paralyzed. I am aware of her presence, but I can't even look down to see her. There is a weight like that old painting of the cauchemar, the nightmare beast sitting on the sleeper's chest. All of the ambient noises in my room, the fan running, the hedgehog going about his nightly shuffling, it's all gone. The room is completely silent, except for her breathing. All the lights are dark, both the glow of the cable box and the alarm clock on my nightstand, and the ambient light coming from the streetlights outside the window.

Last night, even her breathing disappeared, and I was laying in pitch darkness, in utter silence. And then Kat spoke, "what's going on?"

The entire block had lost electricity. I woke from a nightmare of darkness, isolation and oppression into a blackout.

Kat's half-sleep and the clinging shreds of my dream made the entire situation absolutely terrifying. I couldn't fall back asleep until almost three hours later when the power came back on, so I just alternated between laying in darkness and flickering candlelight.

Then I went back to sleep and dreamed of being trapped in a town of walking dead, animated by swarms of locusts nesting in their viscera. When they attacked they opened their maws and let forth a torrent of insects, who would begin to devour and burrow into their prey. I had lost my shoes somewhere, and the crawling bugs burst and popped beneath my feet. Thankfully I don't remember much more of that one.

Can I have some pleasant dreams tonight, please?

I <3 Kat.

2008-05-27T02:52:57Z

We worked together on a shirt that will be on Hyperspecial at Ziraxia this week, and I think it's my new favorite shirt on the site.