Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Let's help Senator Conroy get Aussies off the Internet!




Dear Senator Conroy,






As the subject of internet safety is as hot a topic in the Netherlands, my home country, as it is in yours, I have closely followed the progress of your fabulous efforts to protect Australia's children from the exigencies of the modern World Wide Web. While I applaud how close you're coming to restricting the internet activities of your country's citizens, I have some serious concerns about the possible flaws in your plan. First and foremost: despite your laudable efforts, I have personally observed that there are still a few Australians on the internet, and I'd like to highlight some of the ways in which the exclusion of Australia from the datasphere could be more effectively achieved.



As you were born in England, Senator Conroy, I sincerely hope you see yourself as the 21st-century champion of your nation's colonial policy of 'convictism' in which the quality of the English population was markedly improved by dumping all the undesirables on the then-newfangled continent of Australia. The inconvenience this caused the Aboriginal People is a lamentable tragedy, and I'm pleased to see you're using more modern means to achieve the same goal without causing undue stress for others.



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However, I cannot voice my full support for your plan as it seems a bit on the wishy-washy side. As it's currently proposed, with the technology that's currently been prepared for the live field trial later this year, this plan of yours will do nothing to 'protect Australia's children', i.e. 'protect the world from cyber-savvy Australians'.



Before I go into details, though, let me first say I have absolutely no objection to your use of this program to also provide a service to the citizens you represent! Coming from such disadvantaged stock — criminals, musicians, civil engineers, sluts (I'm looking at you, Mary Wade) and some Irish — they're understandably threatened by complex subjects such as sex, euthanasia and drugs. The Australians are as horrified by the Netherlands' excesses in these matters as we are by the fact that Australians pronounce every sentence as if it's a question...?



There's no harm in solving both problems at once, I can't help but wonder if perhaps you've 'gone native' since you moved to Australia and have lost sight of the bigger picture. You've shown such strength, ignoring the protests of internet rights groups, protest marches, the recommendations of the ISPs who must ultimately implement your plan and the majority of your own senate, but I find myself disappointed that you fail to go that last mile that would truly achieve internet security from Australia.



When you claim that the internet filter has, in tests, proven to be "100% accurate" you're being blatantly deceptive. Of the internet filter technologies you tested last year, those that were able to effectively filter as much as four out of five harmful sites (requiring Australian internetters to click up to a dozen times to circumvent the filter and access the porn), the filters also blocked at maximum 60 000 out of every million other webpages. That means there's still 940 000 sites where Australians can continue to use words like arvo and fair dinkum and strewth. This does almost nothing to protect us!



You've booked more impressive results with the impact of the filters on internet speeds. One of the more promising technologies you tested out was able to slow the users' internet speed by 20% even when it wasn't filtering, with some others providing up to 86% slowdown during actual use! This is a measurable success, Senator Conroy, as this should effectively prevent Australians from uploading YouTube videos about surfing.



But does it stop them from social sites like FaceBook or LiveJournal, where the majority of the content is text-based? Even 24% of modern internet speeds would still enable your country's citizens to bother the rest of the world with opinions, information and meaningful dialogue.



Happily, though, I see that you do have a solution for this. The Australian Communications and Media Authority will, in your plan, maintain a blacklist of sites deemed 'objectionable' and the looseness of the terminology you've consistently used in defining your plans fills me with confidence that this is where you'll compensate for the technical shortcomings I highlighted earlier. Having given no indication of how a 'public complaint' against a particular site will be reviewed, nor established any means by which the blacklisting of a site could be appealed, you've cleverly guaranteed the AMCA the ability to chip away at the information space with which Australia can interact, severing that digital umbilical one strand at a time.



My last concern, though, is about the length of time that it will take to completely isolate your country from the internet the rest of us use. Let me assure you, Senator Conroy, that I will do my part to expedite the process! As the writer of fiction for adults, I'll be sure to advertise on as many sites as I'm permitted to so that you can blacklist each of those for containing 'objectionable material'.



Further, I'll encourage everyone I know to engage in discussions about sexual health, drug dependency, unwanted pregnancy and the suffering of the terminally ill so that you have ample fuel to ensure that any site frequented by wholesome, upstanding citizens of the rest of the world can be protected from the involvement of Australians.



Your detractors have bandied the tag #nocleanfeed on Twitter, and created slanderous websites such as www.nocleanfeed.com to feebly protest the march of progress you're staunchly championing. To them I say:



#GetAussiesOffTheNet



With passionate, abiding affection,



Alex Fucking Vance



PS: I included the F-word in my name at the bottom of this letter; could you please ensure that my site is added to the blacklist at your earliest convenience?

Saturday, September 19, 2009

The Book, the ‘Zine, the Net and their Authors




This article first appeared in FANG Vol. 1 in 2005.



There was once a time, just between the rise of the fast-food, fast-everything economy in the West in the seventies and the flourishing of the modern Internet in the ‘90s, when the distribution of one’s  art through amateur media was possible, although it wasn’t easy. The availability of small-press printing methods, not to mention photocopiers and stencil machines, made it possible for individuals to make magazines in moderate quantities – with the assumption, of course, that they’d fill this magazine with interesting material.

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Non-professional art and literature enthusiasts found in these technologies a great opportunity to distribute their work to an audience, if they had one, but the most interesting use of these technologies was the way they were employed by artists and writers amongst themselves.



Amateur journalists, political activists, scientists, artists, connoisseurs, writers – amateurs, all, in the original sense of the word: people with a love for a craft that have no hope of recognition or money or fame. Or rather, they have hope, but that isn’t why they practice their craft, be it reporting or drawing or writing,. It was these people who were suddenly given by the world at large the technology and infrastructure to, for the first time, overcome the boundaries of geography and form communities based on the sharing of their work.



The Amateur Press Association or APA was formed and was one of the expressions of the ‘commons’ principle which is now ever more making its way into the digital realm. A ‘commons’ is a resource of limited availability which must be managed or risk total depletion. Examples are the file-sharing networks so popular these days, Bittorrent, Emule and others, where a single user uploads a file to a small number of other users who, by virtue of the software they use, automatically distribute the portions they have received to other users.




APA’s functioned in a similar manner. An APA consisted of a limited number of artists or writers of like mind and disposition, typically between ten and forty, with a number of rules that governed membership. All members were obligated to produce a mininum number of works per time period, of a quality that honored that of other members’ works. Each member was obligated to manufacture one copy of their work for each of the APA’s members and mail these out to all of them and in return he or she would receive a copy of each of the other members’ works. Such a group could survive without leadership as long as the group’s members could enforce the rules.



Sometimes an APA would have a leader, typically the person who erected the group to begin with. In such cases, members would manufacture copies o their work, but rather than sending these individually to the other members, they would send them to the APA’s leader, who would then bind one copy of each submission together, give it a cover, and mail this magazine-like bundle of works out to the other members periodically. Such closed-circle publications were called APA ‘zines.




The term ‘zine which, since it contains an apostrophe in itself, I haven’t given quote marks, comes not from ‘magazine’ but from ‘fanzine’.  Fanzines were amateur magazines printed through modern means of reproduction such as the aforementioned photocopiers or stencil machines, run by amateurs and contributed to by amateurs. They operated in that blessed space within copyright law that is governed by common sense, a space which has been more and more marginalized here in the west, and while few now still function they were very similar to the doujinshi of Japan. These, like the fanzines of yesteryear, are magazines by amateurs dedicated to a television series, a film, a book or a fictional world where amateurs would write stories or articles and draw art or comics set within the setting of the series, book, or film, sometimes making use of that setting’s characters.



The difference between a fanzine and an APA is that a fanzine has editors who decide whether or not a submitted work is printed and that a fanzine is available to the general public. Anyone can buy one or subscribe to one, while an APA is available only to contributors.





“Video killed the radio show” and the Internet had a significant impact on fanzines and in particular APA’s because now there were even better reproduction technologies available to the public. In particular, the reproduction of information in the form of digital data has no monetary cost, takes almost no time and no effort on the part of the originator and the quality of the work can be much higher than the blotchy, crude-paper reproductions that APA’s and fanzines typically were. Why pay for good money to reproduce your works and mail them out to others when you can simply put up a website and let anybody read it from there? Why accept the limitations of membership for an APA when you can read anyone’s work form their website?




The Internet offered a far cheaper, faster and more flexible way for communities of amateurs to form and as its use became more widespread, especially with the advent of the now ubiquitous World Wide Web, fewer and fewer APA contributors saw any reason to continue contributing to a slow and expensive community. Fanzines weren’t affected as severely, some of them transforming to strive for higher production values and became far more like magazines – but on the whole, fanzines were supplanted by fansites.



Time has worn on. APA’s have all but died out, fanzines have been decimated, many of them struggling for survival. The Internet is abuzz with healthy, thriving communities, webrings and chat rooms and countless other means by which enthusiasts and amateurs are distributing their work and more and more Internet users are becoming jaded and bored with the truly limitless material that is available to them and the fact that, like so much in the real world, ninety percent of it is rubbish.



Books weren’t marginalized by the Internet any more than film replaced theatre or video killed cinemas and television stations. This is because people have material desires as well as intangible ones, when it comes to things like art and writing and movies; a DivX movie downloaded from KazaA is the same movie that’s playing in your local theatre, it’s more convenient because it’s right here, in your room, there isn’t anyone talking and you can pause it to go to the bathroom. Not to mention that it’s free. But having to pick up your friends and drive to the cinema, make sure you’re on time, stand in line to buy your ticket and to buy some drinks and snacks – even aside from the huge screen and the vastly better sound system (usually), merely these inconveniences add to the experience of going to see a movie.



Convenience can deflate an experience, while the right kinds of inconvenience can enhance it, making the experience more rare and more exciting as well as more valuable simply because you had to work harder for it. Having to turn a page in a book or magazine instead of scrolling down means it takes a heartbeat longer to continue reading, extending that delicious thrill of curiosity just a little longer.




Conversely, some material aspects of old-fashioned media are better than their mechanical or digital counterpart. Pictures look better on high-quality paper with good inks than they do on a computer monitor and they look better on a well-designed page than on a screen cluttered with not just a website, but toolbars and menu bars and other open windows. A book is light and you can make notes in it, should you be so inclined, with any old pen or pencil and you can read it in places where electronics are unavailable, impractical or undesirable. If you’re going on a camping trip to enjoy the great outdoors and escape from hurried city life for a change, then five gets you ten that you’ll prefer taking a book to read by the campfire than a PDA with a battery pack.



Now that the initial excitement about the Global Village and the enormous possibilities of the electronic society have been gradually fading, a renewed sense of material appreciation has been evolving. Book sales have increased and despite the clamorings to the contrary of the music industry, so have CD sales – not to mention vinyl. The modern man and woman are realizing that while the digital world is enormously useful it has different material properties .



Video and film, for instance. Video, be it DV or Hi8 is much more practical, can be used with more compact, less mechanically fragile cameras and is far easier and cheaper to reproduce and distribute. Early video, admittedly, lacked the light and color response of the more expensive types of  celluloid-based film, but it also lacked the irritating frame stutter, producing much smoother images. But people didn’t want smoother images. They were accustomed to the flicker of cinema screens and this had become such a part of the film experience that modern day films, be they digitally recorded like the sensationally beautiful Vidocq or even fully-digital films like Shrek and Finding Nemo, eschew the smooth image that digital technologies allow them and artificially simulate the stuttering image artifacts audiences know and love.



Similarly, even if there should be a device whose reflectivity and contrast should exactly match that of paper and it were about the same size as a book and had an infinitely long battery life and could render all of a book’s pages on its screen, or two screens, displaying the next pages at the push of a button, indeed, able to contain or access every book in the world for the user to select – even so it wouldn’t live up to what makes a good old-fashioned book such a delight, not to this editor and not, most likely, to you, gentle reader.






We like books because we have to flip the pages and because keeping them scuffle-free is an effort that reflects how much we love them, we like not having every book in one device and instead having to have a separate book for every novel.



So what you now hold in your hand, gentle reader, is the furry fiction community’s humble response to this re-emancipation of the analogue, this desire to find a balance between the old and the new and value each appropriately. While it’s certainly true that a substantial part of FANG’s modest proceeds go toward the fees of the authors whose work is printed, FANG isn’t a paperback edition of what would effectively be a pay-site where your subscription money goes toward the artists who contribute to it. The lion’s share of this book’s price went to the printing of it.



FANG is more expensive to produce, per copy, because it isn’t printed in volume. Rather, it employs a more modern model of production involving the use of digital printing technologies which, for the first time since the invention of the printing press, make the printing of two different books just as expensive as printing two the same books. Traditional printing presses, making use of metal or paper printing plates, need a substantial initial investment before a copy can be printed, but after that, each copy only adds a very small increment to the total production costs. For example, one could print two hundred copies of a book at only twice the price of printing twenty.



This means that anyone can print a paperback, and anyone could invite furry authors to submit their work for paid inclusion in an anthology published in this fashion. Everyone had the technology and opportunity at their very fingertips, but no-one was doing anything.




This did not sit well with the editor. And when things don’t sit well with this editor, he wants them fixed – which makes him a good editor. He will politely bully authors into improving their work and if he spots a spelling or grammar error so simple that it would take more effort to mail the author and get him to change it, he’ll fix it himself.



The dearth of furry fiction publications in paperback format was one such problem he decided could be most easily fixed by doing it himself. Between the availability of digital printing technology, his street cred as the author of the long-running series (and near-future paperback) gay crime serial Maranatha and the patience, honesty and professionalism he’s built up over years of teaching and some theatre before that – he had everything at his disposal to make FANG happen.



And so the quality control of the APA, the public availability of the fanzine and the luxury of printed books have been combined into this publication, which will hopefully scratch an itch with many a fur whose enjoyment of the community’s fiction has been hampered by the glare of the screen or the noise of the printer.



The APA may be largely dead and the fanzine may be struggling for survival, but this format has far less competition from the Internet, because its limitations are a feature, which the readers desire. It is this editor’s humble hope that it will continue to be a source of enjoyment for its readers and a source of pride for its authors for many, many issues to come.

Monday, September 14, 2009

All a Matter of Perspective


I've been quite unfair, in this series (of which this installment is the last) in sketching a Jekyll & Hyde scenario of the Writer vs the Not Writer, because we're all a bit of both. At different times, for different reasons. There's a sliding scale between one and the other, see. The goal of these articles is to make you reflect, honestly and fairly and without emotional burden, where on the scale you fall, and whether you're comfortable with that, and what is required from you to change your position.


How many hours do you spend writing in a given week? A given month? How many words do you write in those hours? Would you want to spend more hours writing, and write more words during them?


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There's nothing wrong with being a Dabbler, who cranks out the odd snippet of story of a blue Monday for the lark of it, nothing at all. A Dabbler is a Writer when he Dabbles and a Not Writer when he Doesn't -- but still a Writer some of the time, and isn't that a fine thing to be? The problem is when a Dabbler dreams himself a Novelist and finds that his habits won't produce a novel in a realistic time-frame and of satisfying quality.


So what should he change: his habits or his goals?



Most of us wouldn't mind firm pecs and visible abs, or a wasp-waist and perky boobs (and in some cases, curiously, both) and almost all of us could have that if we ate what the books told us to eat and nothing else and spent an hour at the gym really working ourselves to the bone every day for three years. Some of us do it, and some of us don't. We look at the dream, assess the value it has for us, then look at the actions required to attain it and the effort they cost us, and we compromise. We all have lots of different dreams, after all, so is this one worth that much effort?



We can't write all the time, we'd never get anything else done. Every prophet in his house, to each its season, and all that malarkey. Now is the time to do the dishes, now is the time to study, and now is the time simply to snooze and relax for a bit. There are only so many hours in the day and we must each decide how ours are best spent.


We have obligations, voluntary and necessary, financial and familial, that require us to commit a great number of those hours. Such is the way of adult life, but even then, the responsibility to mediate between commitments and liberties is entirely ours. And it's up to us to define the value of time, as well.


Is twenty minutes' standing commute to work in the morning a time when I can write? And on the way home? Can I get in the writing groove if I know I can be interrupted at any second? If my muse fails me, should I just leave her to rest for a few weeks or months until she loves me again?


I've made fun of these questions, but they bear serious thought. If you only write sporadically, can you fulfill your dream of having A Novel published? Not likely, mate, but that isn't the end of the world.



If the circumstances of your life, your preferences, your habits and your values don't permit you to invest the time and energy to write a novel or to become a prolific short-fiction creator, then you really, really need to chill the fuck out. You don't have to stop writing altogether, just don't burden yourself with such expectations. Writers' block: same deal. If your wheels are stuck and skidding in a snowdrift, take her down into lower gear and ease back on the road. You'll feel better, and who knows, that might be just the thing to help you get back on the highway to novelizing.


However...


If your goal means a lot to you, and you don't want to quit, then you'd best get out and run on your own two feet, no matter the cold and ice and bears. Confront the Not Writer in you and tell him he needs to watch his fucking step -- or else. Practice discipline. Figure out ways to use the dead time in your day for writing, block out a half-hour every day (and more on weekends) to do some writing, and don't ever tolerate any excuses from anyone, least of all yourself.



You're exhausted? Tough shit, bitch. Go write the story of your exhaustion, even if it's only a page or so. Your sister's getting married? You'd best get up an hour earlier then, you maggot, if you want to get some writing done today. Forgot your laptop, and is your cellphone out of juice? Order a cup of coffee and ask the waitress or bus-boy if you could have a few pages from their notebook and a Bic pen. Watch them flush with excitement when you tell them you're a Writer, and see their eyes sparkle as you instantly become 15% more attractive -- and believe you me, that's a SCIENTIFIC FACT.


Every day is a battlefield between the part of you that is a Writer and the part that is a Not Writer, every day a fresh conflict. If you let the Not Writer win too many battles, you're a Not Writer. If you hold your own, you're a Dabbler -- but if you can look yourself in the mirror in the morning and know, honestly, that the Writer won the battle yesterday and the day before and will almost certainly win today and tomorrow as well, then baby, you're doing it right, and you know what you are.


And sooner or later you're going to find that you love it.


Not just the satisfaction of having the words just flow when the spirit moves you. Not just the thrill of finishing a piece and sharing it with others, tittering on tenterhooks while you wait impatiently for their praise. Not just the egoboo of mentioning offhandedly to a stranger at a party that you're a Writer (and gain +15 in charisma, as I mentioned). You'll love all of it.



The exercise of your intellect and imagination to craft the next scene of your story despite the fact that your muse has fled you. The strength you must muster to stave off sleep just twenty minutes so you can wrap up a juicy dialogue. Your ingenuity and fortitude, thumbtyping your magnum opus as you cling for dear life to a handrail in a derailing train and hit 'send' just as it careens, screeching, into the depths of oblivion so that even when the phone is smashed and your bones are pulped you can still pick your story right up where you left off as soon as your new Cyber-limbs have been grafted onto your brutalized, barely-sentient thorax.


There's no shame in having a few pounds 'round the tum you could stand to lose, none whatsoever, just don't expect people to swoon over you when you flex your unseemly bulges in public. There's no shame in Dabbling for the fun of it, just don't torment yourself with the illusion that you'll crank out a novel when you 'get a little more time' or 'figure out the trick of it'. There's no get-fit-quick pill, and there's no magic bullet for your inspiration.


This concludes this series on the Not Writer. Good luck, soldiers!


- Alex Fucking Vance




 

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

I Can't Write Under These Conditions

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Like many authors, Roald Dahl had a special space in which he did his writing. Dahl's cluttered and dilapidated hut bears all the hallmarks of such spaces: privacy, comfort and focus.


One problem with a creative mind, to put it diplomatically, is that it is a problem-solving machine which is very difficult to selectively turn off. Many of the interruptions we suffer while writing occur when we encounter unrelated problems that require attention. Another, more significant problem with a creative mind is that it requires a certain levity and chaos, making us easily distracted.


For both these reasons there's a lot to be said in favor of a special, personal space, if your living situation allows it. The other members of your household should ideally respect your ownership of your Hut and agree not to disturb you when you're in it, and you in turn should only go there if you truly intend to write, rather than abusing the privilege of privacy simply to avoid dealing with the monstrous people in your hizzouse. Not meaning to be sexist, males in particular seem to benefit from this practice, no doubt an evolutionary spandrel related to territoriality.



Even without a physical space, many writers still create virtual ones that offer similar clarity and focus. A separate user account on your computer which has no shortcuts to instant messaging software, no bookmarks and no files cluttering your desktop, for instance, is a good way to differentiate your 'writing time' from your 'my life is a disheartening maelstrom of desperate chaos' time.


For all the benefits of having a real or virtual writing space, there's a commensurate drawback: you can't always use your Hut when you really, really want to write.



While a Hut can certainly help you be a Writer while you have access to it, you might inadvertently create another opportunity to be a Not Writer whenever you're away from it, and for understandable reasons. You have an idea you're dying to deploy, but it'd be so much easier and better to deploy it when you're back in your Hut. Your notes and drafts are there, after all.


Up with this we shall not put!


You'll do yourself a service by using your creative, problem-solving brain to consider, truthfully, whether you'd really benefit much from a Hut. How many hours a week could you realistically use it? How much time do you spend in your home? How much of that time can you really spend on yourself without impacting your domestic responsibilities? How much time do you spend traveling or visiting friends?


The 20th century saw the greatest increase of individual mobility in our species' history, and much of our technological evolution in the last two decades can be described as an effort to compensate for that. Web-based e-mail and messaging services, cell phones and myriad other innovations all try to bring to life the dream of doing anything "anytime, anywhere", and they don't cost an arm and a leg any more.



Brooklyn novelist Peter Brett wrote 100 000 words of his novel over two years' daily commute on the F line. If your phone supports e-mail (and has a reasonable data plan) you can write chunks of a story in e-mails to yourself, or if it has a proper data connection and web browser you could use Google Docs, both of which you can access from any computer with an internet connection.



Evernote is a massively useful weapon in the modern e-writer's arsenal as it offers powerful and flexible note-taking and editing software on a range of platforms, including cell phones and the web. The iPhone app, for instance, allows you to create text or voice notes, take pictures, and sync them directly with your account -- even with your GPS co-ordinates recorded, if you so choose.



For the old-school among us, the Moleskine notebook continues to enjoy love and loyalty from its adherents and, while the fanaticism is sometimes quite excessive, it's not entirely misplaced. Sturdy hard covers, rounded corners, an elastic band to keep it closed and small-signature binding so that when the notebook is opened it lays flat -- these are details that make the Moleskine a very practical 'device' for writing away from home.


Your Hut doesn't have to be a place, it can be a device, a system, a workflow. A sturdy notebook that fits comfortably in your pocket (be sure to ask the store clerk's permission before 'trying out' any of the notebooks they're selling, or you'll be in trouble). A cheap second-hand PDA or a smartphone with a good data plan and software that lets you keep your in-progress projects up to date everywhere with the least possible manual intervention.


Build a Hut you can take with you, and most importantly, develop a routine that makes your Hut work for you!



next up: Parting is such sweet sorrow...


Monday, August 10, 2009

I had it destroyed


I'm a New Media guy, and as such I'm heavily biased in matters digital. I feel that in the 21st century, in which a common telephone can have enough storage capacity to contain all the text in even the greatest public libraries on Earth, when you can have Internet access every moment of the day, when you can search through the totality of the datasphere in seconds, there's no reason at all why any text should ever be deleted.


When someone tells me "I couldn't make this story work, so I deleted it," I see fucking RED. Well, a little red. Carmine, I think, or somewhere between scarlet and vermilion.


This rage isn't even aimed at the Not Writer specifically, I know plenty of Writers who do it, and they shouldn't. Modern word-processing software, on the desktop and on-line, offers 'versioning' technology that allow easy roll-back of changes so that any section you removed can still be retrieved. With that in mind, it's actually more effort to permanently erase something than to simply store it somewhere out of sight and mind. So why do so many still insist on erasing material that doesn't please them?<!--more-->


The habit, I believe, stems from a desire for purity, a loathing of pollution. The Not Writer feels this more keenly than a Writer -- in fact, the Not Writer believes that this very trait, this particular brand of perfectionism, is what makes him a writer.


Not so, says I.


We would all love for our every written word to be a work of genius, for our every keystroke to contribute toward le mot juste, and the Writer, often, takes pains to maintain this illusion outwardly at least. But he knows, in his heart, that he's a liar. He knows that his studio isn't a pristine collection of magnificent canvases in a clean, airy space, but rather a dingy attic crammed with splotched and ruined scraps of sketchbook paper and cardboard and spiders.




There are no shortcuts, there is no straight path from a blank page to a brilliant story. There's an explosion of prose (an 'exprosion', as the Yellow Menace call it), after which the Writer steels his nerves and hacks away at this jungle with a blunt machete and a bloodthirsty rage. The Writer rinses and repeats.



This is another crucial difference between a Writer and a Not Writer: the Writer knows that he'll have to write ten words for every one that finally goes out. Outlines, notes, revisions, excisements -- none of these increase the word count, some of them actually diminish it, but all of them contribute, ultimately, to the quality of the work.


And what do you do with the offal? The machete-clippings and other trash? Into the furnace, say some, so you can keep your workspace clean -- bollocks to that, says I! Keep it. Tuck it away somewhere out of sight, sweep it under the carpet, just be sure you can find it if you need it.



I used to keep a folder on my computer (now synced online, natch) that I called the Mortuary. All my unfinished, hopeless story snippets, excised chapters, rejected character outlines and sci-fi tech ideas went in there. No organization, no systematic filenames, just a big roughly chronological jumble of files that I could, if needed, search through to remind myself of one idea I'd once had that I might actually be able to use now.


Stupendous is the number of plot points, characters, names and even whole paragraphs that I cannibalized from previously-discarded 'waste'. It's magnificent! Free creativity, and nobody can accuse me of plagiarism -- unless a vengeful Past Alex travels forward through time to sue me, of course. But his passport would be out of date, and under Dutch law I could therefore have him executed, so that's not too big a deal either.


So there's your contradictory perspective on words, to Not Writers and Writers alike. Like the Cybermen, the credo must be 'delete-delete-delete' to pare down your sprawling exprosion to a decent, tight little story -- but the definition of 'delete' must include 'save somewhere'. There's no such thing as writing too much, you can always revise and remove, and the waste stands a good chance of being usefully recycled some day.



next up: sometimes you wanna go...


Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Always a Bridesmaid


"I have it all worked out in my head."


This is where the divide between Not Writers and Writers is thinnest: Story Ideas.


Creativity, at its core, is a misnomer. We don't actually create anything new, because we're not capable of inventing anything we don't already comprehend: we can't conceive of something we can't conceive of. The actual definition of creativity, as we use it day to day, has more to do with synthesis. Scientists and artists alike innovate by making connections that others haven't thought of, and practice brilliance by figuring out how those connections really work.<!--more-->



A story idea is just that; you bundle up a bunch of stuff you already know (types of people, events, technology, politics, dramatic constructs) and realize that particular bundle feels really, really juicy. If you're into sci-fi, maybe you've conceived of a perspective on FTL- or time-tavel nobody else has done before. If you're into melodrama, maybe you've hit on a particularly poignant emotional crisis and if you're a mystery writer, maybe you've put together an especially stupefying murder plot.


That's what gets our 'creative' juices flowing. We feel the vibrations coming off this bundle of concepts, we marvel at the gleam of the interconnecting lattice, the whole thing thrums with potential and it's a thrill to refine and crystallize that rough rock into the jewel we know is in there.


For the Not Writer, that's all too often where the process ends.



Endless cycles of thought and imagination, talking about it to one's Inner Circle, but nothing goes to paper. And it's easy to unerstand why; you feel an obligation to produce a product that's worthy of the potential you know the idea has. You want it to be as good as it can be, so you don't want to write it any less than that.


Which of course means that you spend all your time Not Writing it.


The sad reality is that most of these bundles of inspiration are quite hollow, once you try to pick them apart. Like the many other disappointments of a grown-up's life, nobody enjoys confronting this when it happens to them, but the Not Writer shies away from that confrontation by staying within the comfort zone of the Idea Phase. The less you put to paper, the better it looks in your mind's eye.



The Writer knows the pain of this confrontation, but bears it stoically, and keeps his tears at bay. He knows that it may be hard, but it brings rewards, and he maintains a positive attitude toward the disappointment. Recognizing the flaws and inadequacies of the idea, after all, is the first step toward fixing them and improving the story, or recognizing that the cost/benefit ratio is such that the idea isn't worth the time.


If you have an idea, write it out!


In synopsis form at first, as a stream-of-consciousness, then break it down into a loosely structured set of notes or dive write in and start penning the first chapter in draft form. In the process you'll feel the excitement and power of the parts that have real value, and also the tinge of inadequacy of the parts that are too weak, too thin. With enough experience, you'll realize what you need in order to bolster the weaker aspects or, worst comes to worst, that the idea lacks so much that there's no story to be made of it in this form.



I love talking about ideas as much as the next guy and very often I'm a Not Writer, overindulging in the idea phase, postponing the outlining and actual writing as long as possible and justifying it to myself by saying that I'm letting the idea percolate and mature in my mind. Often that's true, often it's not, and often it takes me far too long to realize the difference.


When someone tells me their idea for a story, that's wonderful. It's lots of fun to explore a new concept, but unless I know they've a reputation for productivity, I tend to take statements like "This story can easily span three novels, when I write it all out," with a grain of salt.


It's a painful thing to see that a great idea looks like shit once it hits the page, but an idea in your head is no use to anybody else, and while that may satisfy a Not Writer, a Writer has to produce a real story every now and again.


- Alex F. Vance

Friday, July 24, 2009

No Time to Write


"I have this cool idea for a story, but I won't have time to write it until after finals."


This is a perfectly legitimate thing to say if finals are next week, but not if they're in five months. Stress, health problems, uncertainty at work or at home, children -- all of these are legitimate distractions that require careful, prolonged attention and consequently prevent long, solid, intense investments in writing, that's absolutely true.


But there's more to writing than just those intense, satisfying, all-else-by-the-wayside engagements that make us feel like consummate creative titans.



A working adult has very few opportunities to spend four hours at a time doing anything without distractions. There's chores and shopping, there's a day job or study, there's social activities and an endless, structural cycle of little distractions. And there's a predictable incidence of conjunctural distractions as well. Illness, accidents to one's person or property, unexpected changes in employment or home situation -- and anything that can happen to you can happen to your friends or relatives, which may also impact the stability of your daily life substantially.<!--more-->


The Not Writer doesn't feel that he or she can perform under those conditions, and believes it best to wait till they're resolved. In fact, though they'd never articulate this even to themselves, it's almost as if Not Writers feel that writing a little bit under those conditions will actually inhibit their ability to do the inspired binge-writing they see as an ideal.


Like writer's block, many of these excuses are indeed legitimate. Again, serious, unexpected life changes or tragedy near to the heart have tremendous effect on our emotional state and our ability to function, and we're all responsible for making our own priorities.



But rare is the circumstance that prohibits us from feeding ourselves, or bathing, or dressing. We take walks, drive, read, watch TV, play games, hang out with friends -- often in short intervals, true, but those are things we rarely neglect no matter what else is going on in our lives.


To the Writer, writing is like bathing or cooking. The Writer doesn't often put it off entirely; when times are hard and stress is high, the Writer writes a little less per day or week, but rarely nothing.


The surest way to realize whether you're being a Not Writer is hearing yourself say "I don't have time to write." If you have time to say that, you have time to write.


Doesn't have to be a masterpiece, doesn't have to be part of the Epic Ten-Novel Saga you're 'working on'. A quick domestic scene, a little joke, a tragic monologue... there's always something in your mind that you can write and there's always a moment to do it in.


Institutionalize the habit of writing, ingrain it in your daily activities as you do eating, bathing, and masturbating. As little as a hundred words a day nets you a novella in a year -- and when the stars align and the spirit moves you, you can still binge-write a couple grand of brilliant prose.


- Alex F. Vance

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Writer's Block


Imagine the scene. Hip youngsters, well-read and literate all, lounging in a diner or cafe and discussing, over steamingly exquisite coffee, the pain of their writer's block. How their prose is stunted, their characters mute, the well of their inspiration dry and dusty. Sophisticated music plays in the background, providing a mellow undertone to their sophisticated, tragic discourse. Thelonius Monk, maybe, or Annie Lennox. M. C. Hammer, perhaps.


"Finally I have the time to write, and now my muse has left me!" they wail, and take another sip of espresso. Adjust their turtleneck. Sweep back their shoulder-length hair, and clean their trendy ebonny-rimmed glasses. "I hope this writer's block passes soon."


Mockery, to be sure, but let me be clear: writer's block is no myth, any more than impotence or claustrophobia. It can be the consequence of psychological stress and cause further stress on its own, it can have serious repercussions for one's personal pride and self-image, a vicious spiral of disappointment and despair.


Thankfully, in reality, it's surprisingly rare. The vast majority of cases of writer's block can actually be classified as a heady melange of laziness and trepidation, or perhaps intimidation. And that's a really happy fact, because there's an easy solution to it.


You ready?


 


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SHUT UP AND WRITE.




Yeah, you probaly saw that coming. But before you complain that that's no help at all and doesn't get to the root of the problem, keep in mind that, unlike impotence or claustrophobia, only very, very few people actually suffer from real, honest writer's block. Most people who self-diagnose it actually suffer from mundane afflictions related to fear and lethargy -- and more importantly, those who do sincerely suffer from the condition may actually benefit from assuming that they don't.


As I said in part 1, I know how it is - how humiliating and discouraging it is to feel that the story just isn't gelling, that your ideas aren't beign properly expressed, that your characters don't come out as vibrantly as you imagine them and that you just can't for the life of you figure out how to resolve the plot corners you've painted your characters into.


That's not writer's block. It's justthe wind and the rain.



Sure, it's nicer to go out and do your shopping when the sun's shining, but that's no reason to cloister yourself away indoors just because the sky is grey and the road's a little wet. It's not unsafe to drive, you won't freeze or dissolve, and you're out of Mountain Dew and toilet paper so slip into your wellies, strap on a southwester and go to the shops, there's a good lad.


If the prose isn't flowing like it should, then that's just too bad. Can't be sunny all the time, and there isn't a magic spell you can cast to fix it. You won't get through that by Not Writing, that's for sure.


You have a story on the brain that's been percolating there for a dog's age, you can taste its heady aroma, your mouth waters at its delights, but when you try to put the words down they're dull and plain and lack the lustre and sparkle you see in your mind's eye. It's that succulent meal that you want to deliver, not the drab gruel you see yourself writing, and it's very tempting to consider it (or yourself) a failure and head to the nearest café to drown your sorrows in caffeine-rich, hot black nectar.


Tough bones. Suck it up, and power on.


You'll get your mojo back eventually, and you'll get it back a damn sight faster if you write your way through the downturn. You can always go back and fix (or outright replace) the less-than-stellar portions you wrote. When you've completed the story you have to go back and do an edit pass anyway!


You don't even have to continue the story you find yourself blocked on. Everybody needs a break sometimes, and for a Writer there is no better way to take a break from writing one story than to write another one. Pick something simpler, something spontaneous and small and fun, perhaps far outside your usual sphere of interest.


Don't write for your audience or your own ambition. Odds are that's what got you tangled up in the first place, so give yourself some breathing room and just write a neat little story that satisfies all your secret little desires. Go ahead, you don't have to tell anyone.


Like the weather, Writer's Block will pass in its own time, sooner or later. You might as well get some Writing done while you're waiting, no?



Coming up in part 3: time management.


Tuesday, July 21, 2009

The Not Writer


I'm a writer, and I'm fairly proud of that. I take the craft seriously (most of the time), I've worked to hone my skills, I've studied. Much to learn, still, but that only makes it more fun. Many of my friends are writers too, and I know many writers who aren't friends but still awesome, and I take great delight in seeing people practicing the craft of storytelling with ever greater passion and sophistication.




When I'm asked for writing advice, however, I stop being an enthusiast and become a brutal drill sergeant. From my nostrils spews a venemous vapour called 'pessimism' and my eyes shoot lasers called 'terror'.




"Writing," I always say, "is a sordid beast that feeds on your pride and vomits only exhaustion and self-loathing. Writing," I always add, "leads to anger. Anger leads to hate, and hate..."






Well, you get the idea. I don't talk about 'finding one's voice' or 'research' or 'style'. These are important topics for writers, to say the least, but they're far more personal topics; many writers can solve them on their own and any individual piece of advice offers no guarantee of actually fitting a particular writer's sensibilities. There are of course some stand-bys that never miss their mark: "Read Strunk & White once every six months," or "Let your manuscript 'cool down' for at least three weeks after you finish it, before returning to edit," that sort of thing.




But that's advice for writers, and most people who ask me for advice are not writers. Read that sentence correctly, now: I don't mean that they aren't writers, I mean to say that they're Not Writers.<!--more-->


This isn't a disparagement, now. I don't by any means look down on Not Writers or dismiss them out of hand. Not Writers can sometimes write very well, paradoxically, and often study hard, being very eager to learn.




The difference between a Not Writer and a Writer is the difference between someone who could write and someone who does. A Not Writer is someone who experiences blocks and obstacles and timing issues and lets them prevent him or her from actually writing. A Not Writer may certainly be creative, insightful and capable of writing lyrical prose, but most of the time they're too busy Not Writing to get any Writing done. That's such a shame, such a waste, and that's the reason I so often deploy Tough Love upon those who ask for advice.


"My studies are really intense this semester, I can't focus on anything else right now," says the Not Writer. "I just can't seem to find any inspiration," he says, or "It just isn't gelling for me, I don't understand it."


The Not Writer enjoys conversing with other writers (many of whom, themselves, are Not Writers), seeks insights and techniques and delights in sharing stories of the writing experience and often clearly has an affinity for the craft, but at the end of the day he's spending all his scant free time Not Writing, and Drill Sergeant Alex Fucking Vance holds no truck with that bullshit.






Not to say I haven't been guilty of it myself, or even that I've outgrown it, though I'm twice as hard on myself as I am on others. I've often caught myself Not Writing and, some self-flagellation later, set myself straight. There are times when the words just flow, when the emotions and plot twists and characters spark from my fingers to the keyboard, and when that doesn't happen it feels unsatisfying and frustrating and humiliating. But a Writer mustn't put up with that nonsense.




In what will hopefully be a short series of posts, I'll try to highlight the most common reasons that keep creative, insightful people mired in Not Writerhood, and share my perspectives and solutions, all for the betterment of mankind.


Stay tuned.


- Alex F. Vance

Friday, July 3, 2009

HC2 Day - Spot the artists and take photos, people

Today's the day, vainglorious bastards.


Hundreds of copies of Heathen City Vol. 2 "Paved With Bad Intentions" are on their way to Pittsburgh for release at Anthrocon via treacherous and circuitous routes. The brave boys of FurPlanet charge through the wilderness of the Mexican/Canadian Neutral Zone toward the Pit of Burghs or whatever. Since the Powers That Be insist on once again holding this convention thousands of miles away from my slippers, I can't attend.


Hark, ye: the silver-bell tinkling sound of a writer's breaking heart!


You can help, though. That is, if you're going to Anthrocon and are a proud Heathen Citizen.


First of all, battle your way through the unwashed throngs to claim your copy. Then seek medical attention. Once your injuries are healed and your strength restored, do please share whatever observations or photographs you may have recorded - those of us who can't attend are simply DYING to hear from y'all. Obviously you can reply to this here mail, or you can tag a Tweet with #heathencity, or you can blog about it and you can be damn sure my army of Heathen City Cyber Samurai will track it down and bring it to my attention.


Did you get the HC logo tattooed on your right butt-cheek in a bid to get an even bigger discount from FurPlanet? Were you successful? Did you get Fel to sign your old, stained and sticky copy of HC #1? Do you have a phtograph of yourself looking wistfully past the enormous lines, sighing as you regard Krahnos' handsome visage from afar, or thrill to the sound of Vahnfox's voice?


Inquiring minds want to know.


Nay.


DEMAND.


Be off with you, now!


- Alex F. Vance

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Hear Alex, Krahnos, Vahn and Blue_Panther on Knotcast this week

Folks,


Krahnos, Vahn, Blue_Panther and I got together with Fuzzwolf from Knotcast
over Skype to record an open-heart roundtable about the production of
Heathen City #2. Artistic insights, puerile joking, and some serious
philosophizing ensued for an hour and a half. Check it out here:


http://www.foxstuffers.com/News_files/f2135dc95d43ba0c33e8a2b9cfd2b7e2-84.html


Regrettably, Charha, ZooshWolf and Fel couldn't join us. If this episode
turns out to be popular enough, who knows - we might do a followup in a few
months that brings the whole gang together.


Do let us know what y'all thought, yeah?


- Alex F. Vance


Monday, June 15, 2009

I am a social-networking SEX GOD.

Some of you may have noticed I've gone on a rather vicious social networking safari as part of my long-term plan to penetrate your tinfoil hats and control your minds. It has been brought to my attention that my guerrilla tactics are unbecoming a gentlemen.


So fine, have at me, you scoundrels. Stalk me back. See how I like it.


Pry into my every private moment, scan my every intimate thought and hold it against me. It's only fair.


General
Facebook:   http://www.facebook.com/alexfvance
Twitter:    http://www.twitter.com/alexfvance (on Twitter every character counts, but I deserve an underscore, dammit!
LiveJournal:   http://alexfvance.livejournal.com (no shit!)
MySpace:   http://www.myspace.com/alexfuckingvance (I wonder how long until I get banned for that username)
LinkedIn: http://www.linkedin.com/in/alexvance (total pro)


Furry
VCL:    http://us.vclart.net/vcl/Artists/Osfer (I forgot I had this)
FurAffinity: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/osfer
Yiffstar:    http://www.yiffstar.com/index.php?action=authorsearch&authorsearch=alexfvance
MyFursona:    http://www.myfursona.com/user/Osfer (does anyone use this?)
Furry4Life:    http://furry4life.ning.com/profile/AlexVance


Heathen City
Facebook fan page for HC:    http://www.facebook.com/thealexvance#/pages/Heathen-city/61315365158
TVTropes entry for HC:    http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main.HeathenCity
HC on Wikipedia:    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heathen_City


Privacy is for pansies!


Peace.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Announcing Heathen City Vol. 2: Paved with Bad Intentions



It's time. By Gosh, by Golly, it's finally time. A year in the making. A gaggle of artistic titans. ZooshWolf, Krahnos, Vahnfox, Blue_Panther illustrate four scintillating stories, with Fel and Charha's impeccable skills rounding out the art team. And a gorgeous cover by Kaji.

The hotly-anticipated second volume of the Ursa Major Award-winning graphic novel is coming this summer. Anthrocon. July 2. Available for pre-order NOW.


Forget about what happens after Malloy so casually juggled grenades on the good ship Corinthia. The question you should be asking is: what happened before?


Four stories, illustrated by an international team of superb artists, expose at the roots of the Maranatha mystery by exploring pivotal moments in the lives of the people involved.

Owen's first foray into the world's oldest profession, Tony Caulfield's formative years, Malloy's escapades mere hours before that fateful phone-call - and a stranger whose part in all this has yet to be discovered.

These stories push the boundaries on all sides, with romance and comedy stacked against terror and madness, tracing the perilous course between heroism and naiveté, innocence and villainy, and all the while there glimmers the dread of something wicked slouching toward the horizon... 

But there's always time for a bit of fun on the side. After all, you only live once.

Coming July 2. Get it at Anthrocon or pre-order and save $5 - buy #1 and #2 together and save $10!

- Alex Vance

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

On the issue of marriage.

Since it's likely that any posts in the near future will revolve around Heathen City and promotion thereof in anticipation of the (hopefully) very near-future release, here's something unrelated, that I've been wanting to put down for a while, and recently found an opportunity to when a friend contacted me for my perspectives on marriage for an advanced class she was scheduled to teach. Also, I love run-on sentences and WILL NOT APOLOGIZE

The separation of church and state, in my view, is a good thing, but in many civilizations religion was the first true civil order, offering synchronization among citizens and social services far beyond the scope of whatever ruling body officially held power.
Hospitals, orphanages, and other essential civil services were provided first by the church and later adopted by the state, as governing bodies became equipped to (and interested in) expanding their portfolio of services to their entire citizenry. The same applies for legal functions previously executed by the church, such as inheritance, birthright and in some cases adoption.
Governments have adopted these legal functions from the church in the same way that photography adopted portraiture from the art of painting, leaving behind the true core of any religion: exploring and acting upon each person's individual relationship with the Above. (To complete the painting metaphor, the removal of portraiture as a significant practice in painting left the pictorial arts with their true core: personal expression of the artist, exploring the personal experience of reality rather than merely producing a facsimile).

Marriage is one of these functions too, and in my view, it belongs with the state. The legally and justly elected establishment of a nation, constructed to represent the thoughts and priorities of its citizens, should be the arbiter of the definition of marriage.
The highest obligation of the law is to be fair, the most significant portion of which is to be consistent. The practice of legal precedent is the best example: a decision, once made, informs all future decisions on an identical decision. <!--more-->

In the issue of gay marriage, if gays are considered equals to straights and their relationships likewise, then 'marriage' is one of their rights -- as it is a civil institution governed by the law of the state.

However, for many people, the Church remains an important factor in their lives and to them, the institutions' ecclesiastic origins mean more than their current state-run incarnations. I am actually not at all offended when a Christian tells me they support legally-equal civil unions among gays, but that, to them, marriage is a sacrament under Christ, and that they don't like that word to be used.
I disagree with them, of course, but I can't at all fault them for their desire, and find it wholly reasonable in the context of their faith.

But as I am unaffiliated with any formal religion, while I'm on this Earth I am a citizen of my nation first. If there is to be a special term for a marriage under Christ that's separate from a marriage under the Law, I have no problem with that at all -- but it cannot be 'marriage'. That belongs to the state, which is to say, to every citizen of the nation. The practice predates Judeo-Christian religion, and the modern incarnation of the Church has no more claim over it than the extinct faiths of pre-Roman Europeans.

They are of course more than welcome to invent a new word for their view of marriage - and I actually don't mean that as any form of mockery. Though I do of course invite whimsical suggestions as to which word would be appropriate :)

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Knotcast Presents: X (I'm on a podcast, yo!)

Couple weeks ago a bunch of the authors who worked on Sofawolf's upcoming anthology X (www.kyellgold.com/x) recorded a roundtable podcast to promote the book and to generally have a good time. And now it's been released on Knotcast!

Since then, Fuzzwolf has spent considerable time and effort engineering together the various sources, recorded across thousands of miles and far too many time-zones. It was a little after 3AM for me by the time we started, I had a leetle beet of bewze in me already.

It was a splendid experience to hobnob with some of the other authors, although not all could, alas, be in attendance. We had a great time, we made very little effort to stay on topic, but it was damn good fun.

Quite possibly the largest number of writers on a single furry podcast. Somebody call the Guinness people!

First to get free booze. Then to talk about the potential record.

You can check out the episode here: http://www.foxstuffers.com/News.html Or look up Knotcast on iTunes and grab the ep titled "Knotcast Presents X".

Peace out!



  
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Monday, May 18, 2009

Heathen City #1 has won a motherfucking Ursa Major Award.

http://ursamajorawards.org/UMA_2008.htm

The hell, people. We effing won!

A big thank you to those of you who voted, a bigger thank you for those of you who voted for, y'know, me, and significant kudos to the artists and laborers who made Heathen City #1 possible.

Kamui, cover artist: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/kamui/
Ayato, interior artist: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/ayato/
Distasty, primary colorist: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/distasty/
Krahnos, colorist: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/krahnos/
Fel, colorist: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/fel/
Charha, colorist: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/charha/
Blue_Panther, contributing artist: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/bluepanther/
Zaroi, financier and publicist: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/zaroi/
FurPlanet, printers and distributors: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/furplanet/

I will be doing a wee bit of celebrating tonight, methinks :)

- Alex

Sunday, May 3, 2009

X: "I am the Lord thy God"


Sometimes you hear about a project that's just so damn juicy, so damn succulent, that it'sutterly irresistible. You find yourself watering at the mouth for it even before it starts. That's how I felt when Kyell Gold from Sofawolf Press approached me about contributing a story to a little project he was cooking up, named X. He hadn't yet fully fleshed out the team yet, so there wasn't a guarantee that it would move forward, and it was naturally to be kept secret, but I utterly, utterly loved it.

A fiction anthology, a nice, thick paperback book, with ten saucy stories by different authors, each devoted to the theme of one of the Ten Commandments, with no restriction on genre, setting or mood other than that it should be good and sexy.

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Oh, it was a pleasure to get back in the saddle. Heathen City is a fabulous challenge to write, considering how the story has to be compressed into a relatively small number of pages with criminally little space for dialog, so having the opportunity to really explore a scene and letting characters talk to each other for more than a few lines was an absolute joy.

Once the roster of authors was locked down (including ,  , , , Whyte Yoté and others) there was a respectful land rush to grab the most scintillating commandments, but I had my eagle eye on the one I wanted as soon as Kyell approached me.

"I am the Lord thy God" has always struck me as such an odd duck in the list, because while the others are all advice or admonishments, this one is a statement. Even with its amendment "Thou shalt have no other gods before me" it still rings so powerfully: this is the reality, and therefore here are some things you should and shouldn't do.

I'm not officially affiliated with any one religion, but I've always had a fascination for the liturgy and mythology of the Abrahamic faiths, and I had myself a grand old time delving into some of the lesser-known aspects of Christian history, waxing prosaic on the philosophy of monotheism, the sincere worth and dangerous risk involved in such an abstract, total form of love as faith.

This book's going to be a doozy. An official announcement from Sofawolf Press is still forthcoming, but we've been given permission to brag about it already. These are some fucking awesome stories by some stellar authors, with a gorgeous cover by   (who's also doing the internal illustration for my story and one other) and additional interior art by . I'm looking forward to signing my name to this one!

Monday, March 16, 2009

Nominated for Ursa Major Awards! Fuck yeah!


Ladies and gentlemen,

I'm surprisingly proud to announce that Heathen City has been nominated for the Ursa Major Awards, in the category Best Comic Book. While the Ursa Majors aren't in the same league as the Huga or Nebula in sci-fi or the Eisners and Angoulêmes for comics -- it's still pretty fucking cool.

Not to put too fine a point on it (and foregoing my usual and legendary modesty):


We fucking want it.

The artists worked their butts off, as did the FurPlanet printmonkeys who toiled tirelessly to produce enough to satisfy the punters way back at AC '08. And I helped too, y'know.

So here's what we need from you guys.


  1. Check out the list of nominees (we're on there, look): http://www.ursamajorawards.org/Voting.htm

  2. Get an enrollment key using the If you have not yet enrolled field here: http://www.ursamajorawards.org/nominations/

  3. Ignore the e-mail they send you. It currently contains links for Nominations, which are already closed.

  4. Copy and paste the contents of this page into a new e-mail: http://www.ursamajorawards.org/Ballot2008.txt

  5. Make sure you fill in the items at the top:

    1. The registration key that was e-mailed to you

    2. Your name or pseudonym

    3. Your country of origin



  6. Vote. You can cast up to three votes in each of the categories, with 1 being the highest vote, 2 being the second and 3 the third. Under Best Comic book, you'll find our pleasant little homespun.

  7. Your fingers will at this point itch to give Heathen City a 1. While you should of course be honest in your voting, this instinct is probably one you'll want to go with.

  8. Oh, you can vote in the other categories as well. Kevin Frane, Kyell Gold, K. M. Hirosaki and Blotch are getting my votes, FYI.

  9. Make sure the subject is UMA 2008 official ballot, and send the whole shebang to UMA2008-ballot@ursamajorawards.org.

  10. Profit.


Go on now, brave souls. You could make us very happy by casting a vote -- and happy creative people are productive creative people. You want HC #2, don't you? We'll work harder, faster and more exciting if you all chip in to get us a pretty, shiny award!


- Alex F. Vance McShillington