Counting Down to our Second Anniversary – Part 6

2ndBirthdayC8What a crazy year this has been.

I’m selling my apartment in Queens, buying a house in New Jersey, and by the time Shore Leave comes about—just two weeks away, yikes!—I will have launched not one, but two wild science fiction novels with my pals at Crazy 8 Press.

Aaaand … this will not only be my first trip to Shore Leave, but it will also be the first time that the entire Crazy 8 Press team will be gathered in one place at the same time, all while Captain Kirk himself William Shatner plays guest speaker at the event. (Now, I know Shatner’s PR team is saying that he was ‘invited’, but between us he really came to check out Crazy 8 Press).

But let’s get back to the books.

For those of you new to my work, earlier this year I debuted my mysterious, action-packed sci-fi romp Crossline, my first project with Crazy 8 Press. If you want to get a better idea of the scope of the adventure, here’s a pretty awesome trailer I think you’ll enjoy.

Russ photo 2And now in typical sci-fi style, let’s time travel to the past so we can return to the future.

A few years ago my first novel Finders Keepers debuted to terrific reviews—including Publishers Weekly—but it recently became time to part ways with my distributor. And with Shore Leave on the horizon, we all agreed that the best way to bring Finders Keepers to a larger audience was to re-release the title through Crazy 8 Press, and then make a big splash at Shore Leave.

For the uninitiated, Finders Keepers is a raunchy, sci-fi backpacking comedy—think American Pie/Superbad/Hot Tub Time Machine meets Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. So if you like raunchy humor and you like tales of cosmic lunacy, then Finders Keepers is definitely for you. And as with Crossline, Finders Keepers will be available in both print and e-book.

The Finders Keepers re-release also has a new layout from Cray 8 Press designer guru Aaron Rosenberg, to compliment the amazing cover from comic book artist Rich Koslowski.

So here I am, trying to figure out where I’m going to live, how I’m going to pack and move, and do all this with my little kids in tow, all while planning a big hoopla at Shore Leave with my fellow Crazy8iatics.

Am I looking forward to the festivities? Oh, yes. Yes I am.

It’s been a crazy year so far. I expect Shore Leave to be more of the same.

See you there!

David R. George III Imagines Living on Native Lands

David R. George III headshot

So the gods have returned to Earth. Cool concept. Now what?

I was invited to contribute to the first two anthologies of ReDeus tales, but my schedule wouldn’t permit it. Asked again to participate in the third volume, and finally having a window of opportunity, I jumped at the chance. I loved the idea of the various pantheons of gods coming back to their ancestral lands and seeking adherents.

When I cast about for my story, I initially struck on the notion of exploring what it would mean to be an atheist in a world populated by actual deities. Interesting idea, right? Unfortunately for me, I wasn’t the only one who thought so: the redoubtable Dave Galanter had already tackled such a story in his “Tricks of the Trade,” which appeared in the first ReDeus collection, Divine Tales. So it was back to the drawing board.

In searching for another tale to tell, I asked myself what it would actually be like living in a world where the gods had made themselves manifest. Would most people interact with them, or would they simply see them on television and read about them on the Internet? The latter seemed more likely to me, but it also made me question what people would think about the gods and how that would make them behave in their everyday lives. Certainly the majority of human beings today are religious, but they generally worship an unseen, unheard god. Would it make a difference if they got to see and hear divine beings, even if from afar.

I imagined that if the gods descended on Earth, it would leave the bulk of the population—if not the totality of it—in awe. I’d heard the term “god-fearing” bandied about throughout my life, but I’d never quite made the connection between that term and the concept of a loving god. It seemed to me, though, that if deities suddenly appeared among us, fear might actually be a reasonable response. But the notion of being afraid of a god still felt awkward to me. How can you genuinely worship a being that frightens you? That feels too close to intimidation, which is pretty much a bad reason to do anything.

I thus discovered the rudiments of my story. I would show the return to Earth of a powerful god—in this case, the Native American trickster and spider-god, Iktomi—and explore the impact of his interaction with one particular citizen. I would also posit how the appearance of a deity could change the day-to-day life of the populace. Beyond all of that, I thought, lay the essence of my narrative: why do we worship, and should we?

What enfolded in the writing was a tale of murder. While readers will discover who killed who and why, it is the other questions that arise that prove the greater mystery. But then that’s precisely one of the powerful things about the storytelling milieu of ReDeus that Robert Greenberger, Aaron Rosenberg, and Paul Kupperberg have posited.

ReDeus: Native Lands will be available in print and digital editions in August.

“It Feels Just Like A Real Book!”

First Copy“Wow,” my son said when I handed him one of the first copies of The Same Old Story, my just-published mystery novel from Crazy 8 Press, “It feels just like a real book!”

“It is a real book!” I said, somewhat indignantly. The kid is seventeen years old and in addition to my good looks, he also inherited my knack for being snarky. I mean, it’s not as though this were the first book of mine he’s ever seen; I’ve had a couple dozen published, many in his lifetime. I just assumed he was being a wiseass. But he wasn’t.

“No, I mean, I thought because you guys were publishing it yourself, it was going to be a little, y’know…cheesy.”

I didn’t bother pointing out to Max (after whom the protagonist of The Same Old Story is named, and to whom the book is dedicated) that as a musician, he played, recorded, engineered, and produced his own music and the music of his friends the same way the authors at Crazy 8 Press wrote, designed, and produced our own books. I can’t tell the difference between the music he’s produced and the records that come out of “real” recording studios because thanks to digital desktop technology, there really isn’t a difference.

Just a few years back, when he was in middle school, he’d been friends with the daughter of a major recording artist and used to hang out at her house. He had been amazed to find out that this singer/songwriter, whose latest (at the time) album (which I had coincidentally been listening to to death for a couple of years), had been recorded in the guy’s basement. He thought music had to come out of a “real” recording studio.

Now, Max can sit on his bed in his room with a guitar, his MacBook, and some doohickey that plugs into both, and record just like the big boys. When he needs to record himself on the drums, or his friends on vocals, he plugs a couple of microphones into his doohickey and he’s good to go. And, at his age, he’s all about not just the music, but the authenticity of the work and what it says about the artist who made it. He’s got no patience for contrived “corporate” music (i.e. anything that’s Auto-Tuned, which is pretty much pretty much everything played on the radio these days).

In other words, it ain’t where the music is recorded. It’s about who’s recording it and what–if anything–the music has to say.

Around the same time, I was taking my first tentative steps into the brave new world of self-publishing via Smashwords and Amazon. The Same Old Story was, in fact, first published as an eBook, after making the rounds of several brick and mortar publishing houses. The editors who rejected it were very nice about the book, but even then the chances of an author at my level (basically unknown beyond the small pond of the comic book industry) were somewhere between slim and none for getting published.

Now, just a few short years later, the accessibility and quality of Print on Demand (POD) publishing has made it possible for anyone to publish anything (and, skimming through the sites of many POD providers, just about anyone does).

Crazy 8 Press, on the other hand, is a publishing hub for a group of authors who had all been previously published by the big, traditional publishing houses; some of their books have made it to the New York Times bestseller list, a couple of them more than once. But their frustration with the current state of the industry lead them to take matters into their own hands and launch their own imprint. Real authors in a real publishing collective producing real books…more than twenty titles in its first two years. Shelf any C8P title in your local Barnes & Noble (providing they haven’t gotten rid of all the books to make room for Kindle accessories) and you wouldn’t be able to tell it apart from books published by Penguin or Random House.

So, “No, Pumpkin,” I told Max (I like to call him “Pumpkin,” especially in front of his hipster doofus friends even if he has grown up with an immunity to my mockery). “We may not be HarperCollins or Doubleday, but this is real, big boy publishing, only the writer gets to keep total control over his work. Just like the music you’re making.”

He hefted his copy of The Same Old Story, nodded seriously, and said, “Cool. I think maybe I’ll even read it.”

The Same Old Story and Crazy 8 passed my snarky, cynical, punk rock playing hipster drummer kid’s authenticity test (and believe me, he wasn’t being nice to spare his old man’s feelings; Pumpkin and I don’t roll that way when it comes to opining on one another’s creative efforts, where honesty is the only policy). While that may not mean much to you, to me it’s about the best indication I’ve received that, yeah, The Same Old Story really is a real book.

Lois Spangler Returns to Native Lands

Lois SpanglerI was stoked when I was offered the chance to contribute to Native Lands. Despite currently living in Australia, I’m an ex-pat Mexican-American and my immediate instinct was to write a story somehow involving the Mesoamerican pantheon.

And then one thing struck me: there was all this talk about the Mayan calendar marking the end of one world and the beginning of the next, but it was the Aztec (Mexica, the pedant in me demands I call them) gods that were getting all the glory. And that got me thinking.

Archeologically speaking, and this is a very, very loose comparison dependent on theories that are constantly changing and are not necessarily consensus, the Mayans are to the Mexica what the Greeks are to the Romans. Some of the Mexica gods existed long before them and the Mayans (going back to the Toltecs, who can more or less be equated to the Etruscans, sort of). So, would all the Mayan gods exist separately from the Mexica gods? Or only some of them? Or would it be the same gods wearing different team colors, as it were?

I didn’t tackle that directly, because that’s an enormous idea to take on, but I did push it around and make hints and intimations. Another reason I didn’t deal directly with gods to any great degree was because I liked the notion of seeing how regular people were coping with a very new world order.

And that’s the other thing I’m really pleased about. It was so nice to play in a sandbox where the tables have turned — the lands under Mexica control are now more than a match for the fragmented lands that are still, sort of, the US and Canada. It was a really beautiful thing, for me, to give these partly remembered figures and histories and traditions a new life on the page. It was a glorious game of what-if.

And because these things are a part of my history and background, I take them seriously. I’ve been to Mérida, and I’ve been to Uxmal and Chichén Itzá — I’ve seen a cenote in person and I have no difficulty understanding how people might think it was an otherworldly place. I did quite a bit of research for this story, trying to get the right words, use pre-Columbian geographical references, invoke traditions and ideas that were squelched once the Spanish arrived. I did my best to stick to the spirit of history, because hard fact is thin on the ground. I wince when authors take the easy route with Mesoamerican gods and beliefs, playing the warmongering and blood thirst for all its sensationalism. Yes, human sacrifice was central to many Mesomaerican belief systems. But that’s because human beings owed their very existence to the gods offering their own blood to give people the spark of life and autonomous thought. It only made sense that the gods might need some of it back from time to time to keep the world moving.

It’s also very easy to look at Quetzalcoatl and Tezcatlipoca as opposing forces of good and evil, but the Nahua, the Mexica, didn’t ascribe evil to death and good to life; these processes simply were. They were oppositional, certainly, but in interacting, they conveyed a cyclical balance. I’m not sure if I managed to convey that in the story, but it was definitely something bubbling in the back of my head when I considered just what the jaguar knight was doing, and why.

At any rate, I enjoyed the heck out of writing this story, as much as I agonized over it, and I’m still delighted and honored to be a part of Native Lands. I hope you enjoy the story even a fraction as much.

ReDeus: Native Lands will be available in print and digital editions in August.

Michael Jan Friedman Re-Releases The Vidar Saga!

Mike FriedmanI started writing the Vidar Saga trilogy in February 1981. Of course, I didn’t know at the time that it would be a trilogy. All I knew was that I had to write, and more specifically that I had to write this. The prospect of its getting published, whether as a standalone novel or as—unimaginably—something even more, was only a half-formed thing in my mind. I knew I had never published any fiction before. I knew the odds weren’t in my favor. But I had to write.

Evening and weekends, I plugged away, often in the unlikeliest of places. Finally, more than two years later, the product of my labors wound up on the desk of an editor at Warner Books, who—miraculously, from my point of view—bought it. Not a trilogy but a single book, The Hammer and The Horn.

I walked the few short blocks from my office to the subway as if I owned New York City. I looked up at the skyscrapers and none of them was as tall as my joy and wonder and satisfaction. I was going to be a published author.

A week later, I had lunch at a nice Italian restaurant with my editor and my agent. My agent, being good at what she did, asked my editor when she would like the sequel. The sequel, as if it had already been agreed on. My editor said, “How about October?” It was already April. It had taken me more than two years to write the first book—how could I contemplate writing the second one in six months? I almost choked on my linguini.

My agent said, “October. Sure.”

To make that deadline, I had to cannibalize my job as a minor editor at a business magazine publishing house. Instead of doing the work I was getting paid for, I worked on the sequel to The Hammer and The Horn. Eventually, my boss came to me and said, “Mike, not for nothing, but you haven’t actually done any work here for a while now. I think we’re going to have to—”

It wouldn’t have been fair to make him fire me. I quit. It was all right. It gave me more time to finish The Seekers and The Sword, and a year or so later The Fortress and The Fire. (I was big on alliteration in those days.)

When you order The Hammer and The Horn, which will be available on both Kindle and Nook in a few weeks and as a physical book soon thereafter, what you will hold in your hands is substantially the same thing you would have owned if you had purchased the Vidar Saga back in the mid-80s. The cover is new, of course. And I took out a couple of time references, cleaned up the passage where I left out the fourth hall of Asgard (an oversight my friend Seth still needles me about), and adjusted a bit of the the grammar (which shouldn’t have gotten outdated in thirty years, but somehow did). But for the most part, it’s the same.

I’ve written sixty-six books since I finished the Vidar Saga in 1987. Still, it’s an essential part of me. I love it like an old friend, one I haven’t seen for thirty years.

I hope you love it too.

Process, Schmacess! Exploring Native Lands

KuppsHEADSHOT-2So the other day I was reading the first issue of a new comic book title–I can’t tell you which one since, like too many new comic book titles these days, it was another one of those  derivative post-apocalyptic concepts wrapped up in some flimsy new dressing that slips off my brain almost as soon as I’ve read it. Try to read it. Anyway, I got to the end of the issue (perseverance!) and found that the story was followed by several pages of text by the writer explaining the where and how of the creation of this piece of work.

You’ve read a hundred of them if you’ve read one: “It was a dark and stormy night when, like a thunderbolt, an image came to me. I didn’t know what that image meant until, days later I was talking to Sam Artist or Ann Editor and happened to mention it. They gasped. They cried. They genuflected. Didn’t I know what I had here? Well, let me tell you…!”

Okay, I admit, I’ve written my fair share of these “process pieces” over the years, but in my defense, I wrote ‘em for the bucks. At DC Comics, we got paid for writing text pages and, for a new series, it was either write some sort of blather about how it had come to be or forgo a couple hundred bucks for what was, essentially, a couple hours work. After a book was up and running and receiving mail from readers, it got even easier. Retype some letters, write some snappy responses, turn in your voucher. (And once OCR technology became affordable for the home user, it was just free freakin’ money.)

But, as I started reading this particular process piece, I realized how much I didn’t care. And not only because the series itself had fallen flat for me. It was because I shouldn’t have to care.

Whether the series worked for me or not, I shouldn’t need a two thousand word essay to tell me what I had just read. By coincidence–or, what on the internet would be called “irony”–a few hours prior to sitting down to write this process piece on why process pieces are unnecessary, I read Joss (The Avengers, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, et al) Whedon’s “Top 10 Writing Tips,” which includes this:

7. Track the Audience Mood

You have one goal: to connect with your audience. Therefore, you must track what your audience is feeling at all times. One of the biggest problems I face when watching other people’s movies is I’ll say, ‘This part confuses me’, or whatever, and they’ll say, ‘What I’m intending to say is this’, and they’ll go on about their intentions. None of this has anything to do with my experience as an audience member. (emphasis mine) Think in terms of what audiences think. They go to the theatre, and they either notice that their butts are numb, or they don’t. If you’re doing your job right, they don’t.”

Well, damn. When you put it that way…

Bob Greenberger, Aaron Rosenberg, and I created the ReDeus Universe and we, and a whole bunch of other writers, wrote a whole bunch of stories set in it. Read them. If we’ve done our jobs right, your butts are going to feel just great.

What else do you need to know?

ReDeus: Native Lands will be available in print and digital editions in August.

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