Back to my Roots

When I was growing up I loved to read.  I’d read anything and I’d tear through a thousand page book in a week.  It would go everywhere with me until it was finished.  As much as I enjoyed reading, it wasn’t until I was thirteen that I discovered how much I loved to write.

When I was a Freshman in High School my friends and I used to have an hour long bus-ride home from school.  We were all avid horror and fantasy readers, one day we decided to use that time to write a short story on whatever topic we wanted, at the end of the ride we’d vote on who’s was best.

I wrote a short horror story about the four of us, my three friends and I.  We went camping, told scary stories around the fire, and one by one started to disappear.  We figured that one of the urban legends from the stories was actually real… but in the end found out that one of us was a werewolf (before they were trendy) and had invited everyone out to make meals of us.

It was scary, the descriptions were gory, like the horror flicks we loved, blood everywhere.

I won the little contest and discovered the joy I got from their reactions as we traded pages.  It was a blast to write something like all those stories that I enjoyed and have other people get a kick out of reading it.  Those little story contests became a regular part of our rides from then on.

Fast forward two decades.

This week I’m working on a new project.  As I was writing I realized I had a little hole in my plot, the characters were going to have to spend the night out in this hazardous place.  That wasn’t supposed to happen originally but it was just the way it worked out.  Thinking about that scene I figured I could just gloss over it, “they found an abandoned cabin to stay the night and nothing happened”…  but that’s not what I ended up happening

Instead, I spent the last two days writing over a dozen pages about the characters being haunted all night by creepy visions and monsters.  It just kind of evolved on the page into this huge, scary situation that I had so much fun creating.

In thinking about the project and the last two days it all kind of reminded me of writing those stories on the bus.  Those creepy, gruesome, edge-of-the-seat tales were what got me started writing to begin with because they were so much fun.  Even as a little kid, those R.L. Stein books were my favorites.  As I got older I transitioned into Stephen King and Dean Koontz, as well as a plethora of fantasy writers like Robert Jordan (RIP).

So I’m taking some time today to enjoy the process and remember what makes writing and reading enjoyable for me.  My last few projects have been pretty tame on the scare-o-meter, maybe my next one (or this one) will end up a few marks higher.  And if you find yourself hitting a slump, maybe thinking back to what you first loved about reading and writing will help get those juices flowing again.

Interesting conversation with my Mom

I haven’t been good at posting over the last two months, as I’m sure happens with everyone life tends to get in the way, especially over the holidays.  Hiccups and roller coasters, it’s life.

Anyway, this morning I got a text from my mother.  It was a picture of her kindle, blown up far enough that I could read the text.

At first I was confused, what was she showing me?  I read the page and was amazed at how poor the writing was.  It was grammatically correct but stylistically a mess.

“He walked to the table.  He picked up the items, a book and two bowls.  He placed them on the counter.  He picked up a rag and wiped off the table top.  He took a yard of butcher paper off the role in the corner and gently placed it on the table.”

At first I thought the author was using this style deliberately but it just kept going.  Almost every sentence on the page started with “He”, it was really difficult to read more than a paragraph.

Then my mom sent a second text.  She explained that this was a book that a friend of hers had just put out and she suspected it was “self published”.  She’d wanted to support him, paid four dollars for her copy and wasn’t very happy with the quality.  I couldn’t blame her.  I’m certainly not an expert writer, or without my own issues, but I felt like I could have done a better editing job than whoever he hired, if he hired anyone.

Now, I could go on about how these kinds of books tend to give self published authors a bad name but we’ve all heard that before and, honestly, whether his book sells doesn’t really matter to me.  He wrote it, he was happy with it, and he published it.  Good for him.

What I can take away from this situation is that I don’t want anything I publish to turn off readers like that.  Is she going to be excited to buy his next book?  I doubt it.  I told my mom that that’s exactly why I’m not rushing to publish anything, I never want someone to pay good money and come away feeling like it wasn’t worth it.

Most Monsters vs. Zombies

I’m a huge fan of the zombie genre, books, movies, games, and tv.  Anything zombies and I’m interested.

Friends and family often ask me “Why zombies?”  Of all the monsters out there, why are zombies so appealing to me?

For me, the easiest explanation is the same reason that “zombie” is often followed by “apocalypse”, zombies are a life changing, world changing monster.  If you watch a vampire movie, by the end things usually go back to normal, same thing with werewolves or most monsters.  Kill the monster/monsters and the next monday every one can go back to work and then catch up on the newest reality TV show that night.  But with zombies, even if the immediate danger has passed the world at the end of the book/movie looks totally different than it did at the beginning.

Zombies aren’t just a monster, they’re a pandemic that devastates everything.  They’re monsters and an apocalypse rolled into one.  Just look at The Walking Dead, even if they managed to create a cure and kill all the remaining walkers it’ll be a long time before anything even remotely resembling normalcy returns.  That’s what I find so appealing, a monster that changes the very face of the world that bred it, that affects everything.

For a long time I’ve wanted to write a zombie series along the lines of all the ones I’ve enjoyed over the years (you name the popular zombie series available for Kindle and I’ve probably read it).  The idea of writing books like those almost makes me giddy and yet I’ve held back.  Several other projects demanded my attention first.

My new project, without giving away too much in the way of spoilers is going to involve zombies.  It might turn into a series, it might not, but the concept has me bouncing up and down like a five year old full of excitement.  I’m not very far into it yet but I’m already enjoying myself immensely.

Hopefully there are plenty of other readers out there that enjoy zombies as much as I do.  And hopefully they can take a joke because this isn’t going to be like any of the zombie books I’ve read so far.