The Business Model of Indie

You ever heard dubstep violin? Didn’t think so.  Check this out.  A friend linked it to me this morning. What I think is interesting here is not that there’s someone that’s successful doing “indie stuff, and fuck the man,” but rather that there are two things missing from the conversation. Publishers provide a useful service — marking, production, etc.  The problem is, they think they are gatekeepers.  This is one of the reasons driving the schism between the two — but I don’t think it has to be that way.  I think there’s room in the conversation for people who want to buy or produce indie and publishers both, if only both sides mature a little. These success stories are non-repeatable.  If they were, then everyone would have a #1 seller on Amazon.  There isn’t a programmatical way to attack Read More …

The Rush to the End

Danny jumped out of a helicopter today. Without a parachute. Night’s Fall is making its slow sprint (?) to the end.  All houses are in order.  The opponents are lined up.  It is time for the final showdown. Knowing me, this will still take 30,000 words, but it’ll be a lot of fun, because, you know, werewolves.

Moar Evil

I don’t think Night’s Fall has enough villains. So: today, I made some more.  I’m having fun with this, it’s not every day you get to exercise your supervillain fantasies. Book’s about 72,000 words long now, and I figure I’m … about 2/3 the way there.  Nothing like the last third being stocked with epic boss fights and witty dialogue.

The Right Amount of Evil

I’ve got a new villain. One of the tricks with making these damn things is they cutter up your mind, getting under your mental feet.  I don’t naturally think in evil ways — although I’m sure Hitler thought much the same thing — so trying to come up with vile, insideous things is not a natural act for me. Still, I’m getting with the programme. I spent today writing a scene with the villain of Night’s Fall, and it gets under my skin a little.  I hope you enjoy his end as much as I will.

Introspection

Having a honeymoon is awesome for many non-obvious reasons. One of those is having two weeks where, for the most part (those parts not engaged in vigorous activity) you do nothing but think.  I spent a lot of time thinking — about life, what I’m doing, and why I’m doing it.  Getting priorities straight. A curious thing occurred to me: my current job is kicking my ass.  It’s hard, it’s long, and this week is the first week I’ve not been on a fucking plane to a different city in over seven months.  I love the people I work with and the company I work for, but I feel jetlagged all the time.  Worse, I feel disconnected from the stuff that’s really important: my wife, my friends, our family.  So, working on changing that … I’ve started a dialogue inside the Read More …

Progress

How goes progress on Night’s Fall? Well.  I guess we’re about half way?  Just thought I’d keep you updated — stuff is happening.  I’d like to get it done before Christmas, but I suspect that’s not a realistic goal, because my salaried work sucks my time out through my eyeballs.

An Origin Story

I love making characters. I thought you might like to hear an aborted origin story for Carter.  In case you don’t know, she’s Mason’s handler in Upgrade.  Like many of the actors in the book, I played with a bunch of ideas for her — whether she should be human or an alien, or a machine, or a collective consciousness.  It’s this last one that I found … interesting (and I can share with you, because: no spoilers!  It’s not what she ended up being). A few years ago my Dad died.  That was a hard thing as many of you who’ve gone through similar will know, but I consider myself luckier than some: not only did we have a good relationship despite living in different countries, we communicated all the time.  I have reams of letters from before the Internet, and Read More …

It’s About Time

Wow, man, starting a new job takes some time out of your life. Still, the training wheels are off: I started with Microsoft in late January, and I’ve been parachuted onto a client site already.  It’s pretty spectacular – lots to do and learn, for what feels like the first time in a long time.  Getting my writing thing back in gear has been tricky.  Mostly, time.  Good news: I’ve started to master that which means you’re going to see Night’s Fall at some point.  End of the year, maybe? Wait, what?  WTF is Night’s Fall? Sure.  I started writing Boundless last year, but it wasn’t working quite right for me.  A bunch of problems with the way I write and what I want to write like meant that shifting from a world with pop culture hooks to a new Read More …

Just a Taste

“What I’m thinking,” said Carlisle to the barman, “is that you’re a thief.” The barman blinked at her.  “Say what?” “Because I know a thief when I see one,” she said, her words slurring just a little.  She leaned forward over the bar.  “Serious…  Seriously?  Twenty bucks for a shot of Jack is theft.” “You could drink somewhere else,” said the barman.  “Free country.” Carlisle gave a long, lazy smile.  “Free country.”  Only bar in this town.  If you can call it a town.  She’d heard of three-horse towns, and this place was two horses short.  No one else was in the bar tonight, the broken down old jukebox spitting out the same two songs on repeat.  She’d had about as much Johnny Cash as she could take.  The door to the bar opened behind her, and she felt a Read More …