Top of the world, ma …

May 31, 2009

Some of you may have heard the news already.

The results are in for the 1st Quarter Writers of the Future competition and my short story, Coward’s Steel, won third prize.

This is not your average neighborhood speculative fiction contest.

I was told that there were more than one thousand SF entrants for 1st Quarter, from all over the English-speaking world. Third prize netted me $500 in cash, a slick-looking trophy, participation in a week-long expenses-paid writers’ workshop in California and — this is the one I like — publication in the 26th annual edition of the Writers’ of the Future XXVI anthology, summer 2010.

The competition is administered by Author Services, an offshoot of the Hubbard Foundation.  Joni Lebaqui, program administrator, and the folks at Author Services are a swell bunch.

Joni called Thursday morning to tell me I had won and I babbled for ten or fifteen minutes, while she listened. Thanks for your patience and understanding, Joni.

First place went to Tom Crosshill of New York for Seeing Double and second place went to Alex Black of Oregon for Lisa with Child. Winners of the competition have gone on to publish some two hundred fifty novels and two thousand five-hundred short stories.

Check it out at Writers of the Future. It is well worth the effort of entering.

BTW, the win marks my second professional-rates sale. The first was At Both Ends, which is set to appear soon at Flash Fiction Online. I’m please to say that the two sales meet one of my goals for the year!


Wherever the muse may take me

May 24, 2009

I have been remiss about keeping my words written meter up to date.

There are a couple of reasons.

First, I’ve been spending a lot of my spare time working on 10Flash, the genre flash fiction e-zine I’m starting up July 1st. That is moving along quite well. I’ve received six of the issue’s ten stories, and have them entered and formatted, with the other four promised “soon”.

Just five more weeks and I am chuffed about that.

Second, I’ve been writing, but I’ve only finished one story since mid-April, a piece of flash I wrote Thursday night I am calling, We Who Are Ernest Now Salute You.

I do have three others in the works, though, hopscotching from one to the other as the Muse strikes me.

Doctor Sue’s Dr. Seuss is about half-way home, at 2,700 words; One Last Kiss, at 4,900 words, is all but done and A Prayer to Saint Barbara is about 3,000 words away from being finished. I’ve got 5,300 words written there.

But I keep getting interrupted by ideas. Good ideas that I just can’t tell to come back sometime next Thursday afternoon because I’m busy at the moment. If I say that, they may go away and never return.

And it is so strange, don’t you think, where ideas come from. If I had to explain, I couldn’t do it. I had another one hit me last night. I’m calling it Alice, When She’s Ten Feet Tall. I did 1,500 words, with another 1,500-2,500 to come soon — I hope.

Here’s the start:

Most days, Alice felt as if she were sneaking about in a world overrun by midgets.

It wasn’t just that she was so much larger than everyone else, even at her smallest. Everyone seemed preoccupied with their little worries, as well. No one had time to offer sympathy for Alice’s big problems. All they did was look up at her and run away, screaming. Such petty behavior.

Tom Petty. Serengeti. Try to hold it steady, Betty.

That was the other thing that Dodgson’s pills had inflicted upon her. A repetition and rhyming of certain words, over and over again in her mind until she had to say them aloud or go bonkers. It was called obsessive- compulsive behavior; Alice knew that, she had read it once in a book. And it wasn’t always easy to read these days. But Alice stuck with it, even when the books were smaller than the palm of her hand.

After all, it was the one thing she had to do to pass the time.

So, I’ll catch up my meter first chance. And I have stories soon to be published — one at Big Pulp, another at Flash Fiction Online and a third at Morpheus Tales. I’ll let you know when they’re available for you to peruse.

Hope those of you who live in the States have a swell Memorial Day weekend and that the rest of you have clear skies and warm weather.


At fear and trembling

May 19, 2009

My flash fiction, Hack, is now live at Fear and Trembling.

If you live in an apartment, or can recall the days when you did, you should be able to understand just how deeply the incessant cough from the neighbor’s place borrows under the skin of the story’s protagonist.

Check it out, if you like, and let me know what you think.


Check it out on 051209

May 12, 2009

“I have a great idea for a story.  We could make millions, if you’d just help me write it down.”

Ever hear that from someone you just met?  If you haven’t and you tell people often enough that you are a writer, you will.  Raincoaster talks about the woes of admitting you write at Everyone needs an editor!

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scottbourne at photofocus.com comments on What Photographers Can Learn From the New Star Trek.  Writers would do well to heed his suggestions, too.


Notions about flash fiction

May 10, 2009

Most professional writers agree that standard manuscript format means double line spacing, one-inch margins and Courier typeface (because each letter takes up the same space on a line).

The other standard that seems to be settling in is that maximum length for flash fiction is one thousand words.

If we use those two standards, we arrive at a manuscript length for flash fiction of four to five pages. Maybe six, if there are a lot of short paragraphs and plenty of white space.

You would think that any experienced writer could knock that out over a weekend and still have time for Sunday morning brunch. You would be wrong.

Working as a slush reader over the past four months for Every Day Fiction has shown me how many writers, who think they can write flash, just don’t have a clue.

Wading through the slush, we see bits and pieces of stories. Anecdotes. Aphorisms. But only one in ten is a complete story and one in twenty or thirty is a good complete story.

Yes, you say, but many of those submissions are from writers still learning the craft. Maybe, but the sad truth is that even experienced writers struggle with flash. Many experienced writers can’t write anything less than novel length.

Best-selling novelist James Michener is supposed to have said, “In six pages I can’t even say hello.” He has lots of company.

Since last June, I’ve written fifty pieces of flash fiction, about one a week. Some I’m still polishing. Some I have retired; I call them dead soldiers. Twenty four have been accepted for publication, most of which have appeared in print.

And here are some notions about flash I have developed over the past year; no hard and fast rules or standards, just notions that work for me:

  • Keep character count low; no more than three. The story feels crowded if there are more.
  • Don’t give any character a name or description unless you want readers to pay attention to the character. Readers have different expectations after being introduced to Millie Roberts, the red-head at the register, than for the check-out clerk. And it’s fewer words.
  • Make every word says just what you want it to say. I know you’ve heard this one before but you can’t hear it too many times. You have a thousand words and precision cuts to the heart of a thing with speed and clarity.
  • Slash most adjectives and ALL adverbs. Be ruthless. You can smother a noun in modifiers, cut the courage right out of it, and any verb that needs modifiers can be replaced by a stronger verb. Ran rapidly and scrambled mean the same thing and scrambled sounds exciting.
  • Write about our world. You must explain special rules for a fantasy world and that chews up word count. It can be done, Every Day Fiction has present some marvelous fantasy flash, but it’s difficult to pull off and should be set aside unless there is no other way to tell the tale.
  • Focus on small events. One man battling a nest of hornets he stumbles upon in his backyard is no less dramatic, has no less conflict, than a score of soldiers engaged in jungle combat.
  • Be aware of word count every second you write. People say, “I can always come back when I’m done and trim it down.” Maybe so, but many can’t. It’s easier to keep track of the ticking meter along the way.
  • For God’s sake, edit. Submitting a first draft is lazy. You can scrub the life out of a story, of course, but nothing is so brilliant that it can’t benefit from a bit of polish.

Check it out on 050809

May 8, 2009

There is nothing more irksome, working my way through the slush pile for Every Day Fiction, than coming upon a submission in which the author has made no attempt at formatting. Lynn Price, editorial director for Behler Publications, offers up a wonderful little rant about such Philistines. Every writer should memorize her words.

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It’s a sad day in Munchkinland. Mickey Carroll, who played the Munchkin town crier in 1939′s The Wizard of Oz, one of my favorite movies, died yesterday in St. Louis. He was 89.

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Beneath Ceaseless Skies is a new online magazine “dedicated to publishing the best in literary adventure fantasy.” It began publication last October and so far it has delivered on that promise.

Kris Dikeman’s Clockwork Heart, Clockwork Soul, a fresh reworking of the Frankenstein legend, is a fantastic example of the sort of story this magazine presents. It appears in the May 7, 2009, issue and it just may be the best piece of fantasy-horror writing I have ever read.


I have a new favorite artist

May 7, 2009

I just got back from the mailbox.

I now have in my possession two complimentary copies of Issue 8 of Murky Depths, the British speculative fiction quarterly, and I am in awe of Neil Struthers.

Neil is the artist who created the illustration for my flash, Nosing with the Four-Stroke Kid, which appears in Issue 8, and his two-page spread is awesome.

Neil’s vision of the story’s mystery woman is everything I imagined when I wrote:

When she pulled her helmet off, she looked like Uma Thurman on a bad-hair day.  All platinum spikes and black roots and wicked-sharp elbows.

The Kid didn’t mind.  He figured the hair for honest and he could take a jab to the ribs with the best of them.  It wouldn’t come to that, though.  The woman and her wheels were a matched set, covered in matte black and bristling with chromes spikes, but the Kid had no interest in the rider.

He was a self-proclaimed expert in all things dirt bike, but he couldn’t name the one that she straddled.

Thank you, Neil!  You are now my favorite artist.

You can order a copy of Murky Depths here.


At boston literary magazine

May 6, 2009

Robin Stratton, editor of Boston Literary Magazine, e-mailed me today to say she was accepting my flash, Where It Lies, for the summer edition.

This will mark my second appearance at this top-notch publication.  The first was Stand and Deliver, last fall.

Where It Lies is a tongue-in-cheek tale of of golf, with its warm summer days and long drives from the tee box and companionable elbow-bending in the clubhouse.  It’s also about the difficulty of keeping promises.

Watch for it, if you will.  I’ll post an update when it’s on-line.


Let me ask you this

May 5, 2009

I first was paid to write in June 1967, when I was hired to work as a reporter by Jim Davis, city editor of The Daily Reporter, a six-day-a-week newspaper in Dover, Ohio.

I was 20 years old, with two years of college behind me and without any experience.  Why Jim offered me the job remains a mystery to me to this day.

Maybe it was because he figured I would work cheap. Maybe it was out of pity. Or perhaps he had been given a first chance, too, by someone else years before. I like the last suggestion. My grandfather always taught patience. He used to say that it was everybody’s first day some day.

In the months that followed June 1967, it became an even bigger mystery to me why Jim didn’t fire me; he never seemed satisfied with what I wrote. But I took his criticisms to heart. It drove me crazy, trying to make the man happy; it also taught me to write tight, fast and clean.

One of the lessons Jim passed on to me was the five questions a reporter had to ask to write a complete story. Who, what, where, when and how.

“When you get good at the basics,” Jim said. “You can start asking why.”

Someone may be saying about now, “Aw, that’s journalism.”

No; that’s story-telling. And it works just as well with fiction as it does non-fiction.

Think about it.

Who, what, where, when and how. Colonel Mustard did it (killed Mr. Bode) in the Library (last night) with the candlestick. That’s a complete story. Maybe not a very complex or interesting tale, but a story, nonetheless.

Let me suggest an even tighter story. Joe died today at home of cancer. A complete story in only seven words. But, you may ask, where’s the story arc? Where’s the character development? Where’s the conflict? Where is the situational resolution?

Most of it is implied. It’s only seven words, afterall. From there, you use modifiers to expand it. Adjectives and adverbs and subordinate clauses and carefully crafted turns of language.

Not just Joe, but Joe Arnold, the 62-year-old merchant marine captain, who passed on quietly in his small, one-bedroom apartment in downtown Seattle, after battling lung cancer, heroically, for seventeen agonizing months.

All of it is detail and how much detail you add determines whether you produce flash fiction or a trilogy of novels. You need to do this with care, of course.  Too much detail can smother a story.  And even if you get it just right, all of that detail only expands the breadth of the story, not its depth.

To develop depth, let’s think of that simple, seven-word statement as the seed story from which a complex and emotionally satisfying tale can grow. And the tool that you must use to cultivate depth is that word Jim Davis told me I could use when I got “good at the basics”.

Why.

I believe that asking “Why?” is the single most important question a writer can employ. Why did Joe contract cancer? Why did he live alone in a small apartment? Why was his death so protracted? The answers are what keep a reader reading because they produce emotional resonance.

And once you begin asking that little question, you will have to decide when to turn off the flow of information that follows, because with each answer, more “Whys?” occur – and your story grows deeper and deeper, more emotionally complex and all of those issues that I mentioned earlier – story arc and character development and conflict – become more and more clear.

The result is a story that encourages the reader (and the writer, I suggest) to laugh and cry and grow angry or hopeful, for that is what all readers want – to be moved, to be transported outside themselves for a time and allowed to look into the mind and the heart of another.

So there it is – my philosophy of writing. For flash, for short stories, for novels; whatever. Start simple, add detail a bit at a time and keep asking “Why?”

It’s what Jim Davis was trying to teach me, all those years ago. And I like to believe that he would be pleased to see that I finally figured it out.


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