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Wednesday Morning Ramblings

Here are some thoughts on writing fiction.  These aren’t directed at any individual; they’re just my personal musings about the craft and profession.

First, I believe good writing is a craft that must be learned and cultivated over a lifetime.  Sure, there are distinctive personality traits that draw a person to the profession, but more important is the time and energy that person puts into honing their voice, playing with syntax, polishing dialogue, developing descriptions, bringing characters to life, and building tension.  These are the framework of a good story, and without them, a writer is much like a carpenter who can’t hammer straight or read a tape measure.

Also, there seem to be two major categories of writers: the artist and the mercenary.  I don’t mean the latter as a pejorative, simply an observation of fact.  Last weekend, I heard from several of my peers that they write whatever sells.  Please, don’t misunderstand.  I’m all for making money and don’t begrudge them pursuing it, but as an artist, I’m more interested in developing the story that’s authentic to me.  If the money never follows, so be it.  I write because I have to, not because of the potential for making money, and since I have to write, I choose to create what matters to me, not what happens to be hot at the moment.  If the day arrives when I write about sparkly, wimpy vampires other than as a satire, that’s the day I’ve crossed over from artist to mercenary.  Of course, by that point, the new hot thing will be transgender zombies with a penchant for needlepoint, or something equally absurd.

Finally for this entry, I think the artistic writer needs to be subversive to a degree.  The current trend in society is a degradation of manners, etiquette, and general decency.  As an artist, I reject that trend, and my act of subversion is to carry myself as a professional, treating others with respect and dignity, unless they happen to piss me off.  Then, it’s both barrels.  But in general, I make a conscious decision to be polite and not give in to the decline of civilized behavior.  I refuse to play the “I’m cool” game that pervades the music industry and Hollywood because that’s not my nature and not my character.  I also refuse to follow the crowd.  I’m an independent, free-thinking person who conducts himself, most of the time, as respectful and courteous, and I tip my hat to my fellow writers, both mercenary and artist, who do likewise.

Those are my thoughts for now.  I hope to write more about the craft of writing soon.

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Monday Morning Ramblings

Well, that didn’t go as planned.

Let me preface everything I’m about to say with the fact that the Literary track was very well organized and most of my panels were excellent.  Stephen Zimmer did a great job with the hand he was dealt, even with more duties dumped in his lap than he had agreed to.  He was only supposed to be in charge of the literary side of things and ended up running the Dealers’ Room, the Gaming Room, Security, and the Literary Track.  If he had had time to plan for all of those responsibilities, everything would’ve been fine, but he didn’t find out until Thursday night.

The first negative thing that happened was Friday night at 10:00.  I went to look at the Dealers’ Room and found Stephen and a friend feverishly setting up chairs.  I noticed how frazzled they looked and offered to pitch in.  We spent the next hour carrying chairs to each table and getting the room ready.  When we finished, Stephen asked me if I would represent the Literary Track on a TV interview.  The catch was that it was at 5:15 Friday morning.  I went across the street to talk to one of the main organizers of the show, and she told me that no one else wanted to do it that early and that it would be recorded and replayed throughout the day, so I agreed.

The next morning, after about three hours of sleep, I staggered downstairs to find two other people there for the interview.  I ended up getting 15 seconds to promote the Literary Track.  When I went back upstairs to watch the replay, I found out that it had been a live feed and wasn’t replayed at all.  That was pretty disappointing, to say the least.

Around 1:00, we went to our table to begin selling books.  Anyone there can attest, it was pushing 100 degrees in the Dealers’ Room.  Now, Louisville was experiencing a heat wave, and no one can control the weather, but the hotel seemed unconcerned with the miserable conditions in the space.  In fact, they provided the worst convention support I’ve ever experienced.  They didn’t provide us with water and didn’t help with the heat issues.  I’ll never return to Fern Valley Hotel for any reason.  Needless to say, I didn’t sell a single book on Friday during SweatFest.

On Saturday, the convention organizers had brought in extra fans, so it was a little cooler.  Sales were modest on our side, but my biggest complaint with the show was that both of the big name guests, Henry Winkler and John Carpenter, were across the street in the other building.  I believe one should have been at each location to equalize foot traffic.  Instead, while 5,000 people filed through the other building and dealers’ room, our side got maybe 1,500.  And if one of the stars had been on our side, something more might have been done to fix the cooling issues.

On a positive note, the Literary Panels were excellent, for the most part.  Much thought and consideration went into the lineups, and most of my panels were well-attended.  We had some good discussions about the craft of writing, and I learned a lot from my fellow writers.

Overall, that’s not what I had envisioned for Third Axe’s swan song, but that’s life.  It’s now time to turn my attention to the future with Seventh Star Press.  Cover art for book three is underway, and it should be available soon.  Then, books one and two will be re-released with new covers as well.  It’s an exciting time, and I can’t wait to get back to work on book four.

Thursday Morning Ramblings

I’m feeling a little nostalgic this morning.  Six and a half years ago, Third Axe Media was born in response to my frustrations with the publishing industry.  In my heart, I knew Brotherhood was a good book, but no one would even look at it seriously.  My friend and former colleague, Cameron Judd, agreed with me and supported my choice to self-publish.  For those who don’t know, Cameron writes Westerns and Historical Fiction and has over two million books in print.  His support and encouragement gave me the confidence to walk out on the limb and pursue this dream.  My aunt financed the original print run, and I’ll always be grateful to her for believing in me and the book enough to back me.

My first organized event was at Mountain Empire Comics on Free Comics Day.  John Stone has always supported me as much as anyone, and I owe him a huge debt for inviting an unknown, unproven fledgling author into his shop.  That day, I met a lifelong friend, Tilman Goins, who has been as good of friend as a man could hope for.  My first major convention was at AdventureCon in Knoxville.  Marcus Wollack was gracious enough to offer me a free table and even gave me probably the best location in the show.  There, I met John Rhys-Davies, who provided me with promotional photos that probably sold as many books for me as anything else.  I also had my first experience of having a stranger tell me how much she enjoyed Brotherhood.  I’ll hold that memory forever.

Over the last six years, I’ve met some of the most amazing people and have been given more support than a person deserves.  Kat Hibpshman, Carlin Stuart, Fred Grimm, Todd from Connooga (I can’t remember his last name), and Christopher Gabaldon have welcomed me into Fandom and have made me feel like part of the family.  Stephen Zimmer, David Blalock, Jackie Gamber, Elizabeth Donald, Kimberly Richardson, Andy Deane, Ed Crandell, Jim Gavin, Joel Gates, Joy Ward, Laura Underwood, Lee Martindale, Michael D’Ambrosio, Sean Taylor, Selina Rosen, and Bill Snodgrass are just a few of the authors who’ve treated me as one of their own.  If I’ve left anyone out, please forgive me.

My readers have been the best.  I owe you all more than you can know.  Without your feedback and love, I would’ve given up years ago.  I don’t want to single out any one of you for fear of leaving out too many, but if you’ve offered me a kind word or complimented the books, please accept my heartfelt thanks and eternal gratitude.  Running Third Axe Media has been one of the most rewarding and fulfilling experiences of my life, and as I close this chapter of my life this weekend and move forward with Seventh Star Press, I will always remember those of you who took a chance on an unknown author from rural Tennessee and made me feel like a real writer.

Third Axe Media – Bringing the “story” back into storytelling.  Thank you for your support.