But can’t you see I’m the me?  The only true me?  I’m the special one.  Any group to which I belong is automatically the special group.  In any situation which is black and white, the white side is the one that has built itself around me, because I’m the me.  I graciously admit when I’m

I woke up in the middle of the night with this really great, really scary idea for a story.  I didn’t write it down.  I went back to sleep. You know how it is when that usually happens.  You wake up and go, “Oh, crap.  I’ve completely forgotten that idea.  Why didn’t I write it

I’m not that interested in plot outlines that are driven by character development (Joseph Campbell, et al.).  In fact I don’t give a damn about how my characters change. What I want to do is change the reader.

…the art of splitting people into two groups and trying to be both of them. Pantsers: WTF, dude, none of this makes any sense. Character voice is good. Lyrical, poetic. Starts with a showy bit of action or witty dialogue that comes completely out of nowhere. “But can’t you just get this?  Are you stupid?  I

Three ways to do it: The character gets deeply humiliated right away. Events surrounding the character are such that you immediately go, “That’s why X is so broken.” The character is so deeply charming that you get over it. You can also mix the three. You can’t write a dull character who’s mildly unpleasant and

When people talk about the risks of not having print books anymore, I’m struck by how hard it is for humanity to assess risks accurately. “It’s all fun and games until world civilization collapses and we have NO MORE BOOKS.” The chance of civilization as we know it collapsing to the point of irretrievably losing

Sometimes you open your heart and find only ugly things… That’s the kind of day when I have to write.  Better the characters suffer than the people around me. … If you liked today’s post, check out my new paranormal short story, “The Rusalka,” in which our hero doesn’t know how bad he’s getting screwed…but the

Something I’m noticing a lot of lately is people going, “Why can’t we all just get along?” And that’s a great question when it comes to pizza toppings.  Personal preference is a good thing in matters of taste. But then we come to things like the asshole uncle at the Thanksgiving table.  “Just ignore him,”

I’m happy for thrillers and all, but what I really want is to be able to reliably track down good adventure fiction.  None of this wishy-washy “but thrillers are full of adventure” crap, either.  It’s not the same thing.  The Scarlet Pimpernel is not a thriller.  The Three Musketeers is not a thriller.  Michael Crichton

People talk about pacing as if it were some great and mysterious thing. However, mostly what pacing is, is a laborious observation of three ostensibly dull areas: Paragraph length. Sentence length. Word length. Once you have a grasp on those things, then you can start worrying about: Scene length. Chapter length. Plotting (how thick and