Crusade

Crusade CoverIt’s official: Crusade has been released into the world, doing the thing that newly released books do. Which seems to be convincing people it’s time to get around to reading Frost, now that the trilogy is complete. It’s available for sale and I encourage you to buy it (but then, I would, wouldn’t I?): Amazon US | Amazon Australia | Barnes and Noble | Direct from the Publisher.

I’m a slow writer. People don’t often believe me when I say that, since it’s coupled with my tendency to do things like try and write 600,000 words in the space of twelve months, but it’s true, nevertheless.

Case in point: Flotsam started back in the year 2000, round about the time I was looking for an idea to pursue when I applied to do a PhD after finishing my Honours. I’d just written a thesis about poetry and poetics, which is an excellent way of figuring out you don’t want to be a poet, and I’d spent about a year immersed in things like Charles De Lint’s Newford books and Neil Gaiman’s Neverwhere.

I didn’t have the words Urban Fantasy to describe it yet, but I could see the things those books shared and I knew it was something I liked. Magic in the urban spaced, attached to outsiders. Secret worlds that we couldn’t see, existing in the cracks of the city around us. And the Gold Coast had a lot of cracks, which made it a natural setting for stories of that type. It’s also a city with a weird polyglot of cultural references, with statues of Greek gods in shopping malls and weird houses that remix the design of a Tuscan villa with elements of Balinese architecture.

Basically, the entire city is post-modernism on crack, loaded with free-floating signifiers. It wasn’t hard to get to Ragnarök from there – Loki is basically the God of Post-Modernism. The Vikings just made him up a few centuries too early to acknowledge him as such.

I wrote a few chapters in a notebook, once I came up with the idea. Nothing good, you understand, ’cause my head was still full of poetics. I could write a pretty line, but I still didn’t have the grasp of plot and character and setting that comes from sitting down and writing a bunch of prose.

And I knew it wasn’t good, so I set it aside.

I didn’t finish the PhD, but I’d keep coming back to the idea of Ragnarök on the Gold Coast, taking it out for a spin as I learned how to write. And finally, fifteen years after my first attempt, it evolved into the Flotsam series. There’s less Gaiman and De Lint in the final product – the direct influences on Flotsam are more Lee Child and Max Allen Collin’s Quarry books – but then, I’m a different writer now than I was in the year 2000 and Urban Fantasy means something very different than it did at the tail-end of the nineties.

And it’s done now, slow-poke that I am, and I can finally put the idea away and move on to the next thing.

Counting Down the Days Until Crusade

We’re two or three days away from the launch of Crusade, the third book in the Flotsam novella series. The following appeared on the Apocalypse Ink blog a few days back, along with the launch date and blurb:

Crusade Cover

Damn, I like that cover.

I’d be talking about this being the end of Flotsam and my time with Keith Murphy for a stretch, but I’ve got at least one more short-story to finish before the end of July, along with a handful of other deadlines which keep crowded together in my head, reminding me that they’re due very soon and perhaps I should be working on this other idea a little more, given it’s deadline is also very close.

Work is another whole passel of deadlines coming due, thought fortunately they’re not all on my end. We’ve formally put out the call for people interested in being part of the GenreCon program in October, with the July 31 the deadline for expressions of interest (we put the program together in early August).

You should volunteer, if you’re coming along. LET ME MAKE USE OF YOUR AWESOME.

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I’ve just turned off the Goth Playlist on youtube that’s been my background music all evening so I can listen to the Lovecraft Ezine’s Vodcast featuring an interview with Angela Slatter. Largely because she described it like this on her blog:

we talked about a lot of stuff including: being Accidentally Lovecraftian; fairy tales and their influence; advice for new writers; how reading Caitlín Rebekah Kiernan’s work is like drinking a wonderfully strange alcoholic beverage; and the Tale of the Plushy Badgers.

and that is perhaps the most excellent description of reading Caitlin Kiernan’s work that I’ve come across.

The Last Great House of Isla Tortuga at Far-Fetched Fables

Occasionally you check the internet and remember things you’ve forgotten about.

Case in point: The June 14 edition of the Far-Fetched Fables podcast featured Matthew Fredrickson doing a reading of one of my first short stories, The Last Great House of Isla Tortoga, which first appeared in Jack Dann’s most excellent 2008 anthology, Dreaming Again, which was my second-ever short-story sale and the first I ever made in SF.

So I’m a bit late to the party on this one, for various reasons, but I recommend going and taking a look. Not just ’cause Matthew does an excellent job on my bit, but because there’s a similarly excellent reading of Donald V. S. Duncan’s The Green Square.

It’s nice, listening to other people read to you, sometimes. A bit weird when it’s your own words, and they don’t sound the way they do in your head, but that’s what comes of letting stories out into the world. Other people read them and make them their own.

If you’d prefer to read the story, rather than have it read to you, I put a slightly revised version up on the website a few years back and kinda, sorta forget to let people know it was there. So I’ll do that now, and resist the urge to ramble about the project I had in mind when I first put it up.

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I do not have hot water at the moment.

The whole system went kaput on Friday evening, when I got home from work, and it took me four days to organise a repair guy. Said repair guy showed up today, tested a bunch of stuff with parts from one of my neighbours hot water systems, then announced he didn’t have the parts to fix the problem.

It’s a bit frustrating. Hot Water’s one of those things you take for granted, when you live alone. Turn on the tap, out it comes, nothing you need to worry ’bout. It’s not like someone else is going to use it all up, after all, when you’re the only one in the household.

I mostly nip off to shower at other people’s houses. It’s awkward, but they have better water pressure than I do, so it mostly works out in the long run.

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Since I was late talking about Far Fetched Tales, I’ll get ahead on this: the last part of the Flotsam trilogy, Crusade, comes out next month. This finishes off Keith Murphy’s story for a stretch, but there will be a print omnibus edition of all three stories coming later this year and I’ve been talking to Jenn at Apocalypse Ink about some extra content they’re looking at putting in.

I’m looking forward to the omnibus, now.

Not that I wasn’t, before, but it’s always more fun doing new (well, newish) things, when the opportunity presents itself. It becomes a creative thing you can play with, a bit, rather than a cool bonus on top of the creative things that have already been done.