Archive for January 11th, 2013

On Monday of this week I announced a contest in which all you had to do to enter was take a picture of yourself from either the waist up or the shoulders up and mail it to me for a chance to win fifty bucks. On Monday I had six people enter. On Tuesday I had three people enter. On Wednesday and Thursday I had 0 people enter. Ah, the short attention spans we have all SQUIRREL!

Seriously though, today is the last day to submit your photo to me. Your photo will be used as a character’s photo in Robb Sherwin’s upcoming work of Interactive Fiction, Cyberganked. Your name will also be entered into a random drawing to win a $50 gift card. If you need more specifics about the type of pictures or characters you can re-read my original announcement.

I can’t imagine why more people haven’t sent in a photo. Here are the reasons why (in my head), and my answers to them.

“I am not very photogenic.”

Some of the characters in Robb’s new game include “man on street corner” and “girl in restaurant.” Surely you fit the bill for those. No costumes necessary for those!

“I feel stupid having my picture taken.”

I did too. It lasts about 30 seconds. And, unless you show them, nobody in real life who knows you will ever see your picture in this game. Your real name will not appear in the game next to your picture.

“I hate gift cards and money. I have no use for $50.”

Throw the gift card into the drawer under your microwave and re-gift it.

“Robb probably already has all the pictures he needs.”

Robb most definitely does not already have all the pictures he needs, otherwise I wouldn’t have launched this contest. Robb has dozens of characters he wants to implement and dozens more he would like to. He is even creating new characters based on some of the photos that have been received so far.

“I don’t want to be a bad guy in Robb’s game.”

Not all the photos will be used for enemies. Some will be used for good guys. Some will be used for neutral characters. Some will be used for background characters.

Those are all the excuses I can think of. What are you waiting for?

Midnight
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deadline!

Tonight
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In the summer of 2008, with a self-imposed deadline looming to finish Invading Spaces, I packed up my laptop, a couple of changes of clothes, and drove almost two hours northeast to Keystone Lake. There, in a rented one-room cabin, I spent 40 hours over three days finishing my second book.

The day I returned to civilization I excitedly e-mailed the final draft to a friend of mine, the same friend who gave Commodork its first positive review — a review which, for all intents and purposes, got the Commodork ball rolling. His feedback of Invading Spaces was less enthusiastic, calling it a “jumbled mess that doesn’t know what it’s trying to be.” He also told me that rather than publicly give it a negative review, he’d prefer not to review it at all — words that sting just as sharp this morning as they did the day I first read them.

Commodork was released in 2006; Invading Spaces, 2008. My life plan at that time was to write and release a new book every other year, but with the wind knocked out of my sails, that ship never left port. The month after debuting Commodork at the 2006 Oklahoma Video Game Expo I traveled to Chicago and sold books at the Emergency Chicagoland Commodore Convention. In 2007 I spoke at DEFCON, talking about self-publishing and sitting between Myles Long from the cDc and Rad-Man, founder of ACiD. A couple of years later I spoke at Notacon as well.

For Invading Spaces, I did none of those things. I didn’t tour, I didn’t book speeches, I didn’t have t-shirts made … I just kind of did nothing. I sold a few copies of Invading Spaces at OVGE 2008, but that’s about it.

I haven’t published a book in five years.

One person ruined the success of my last book … and that person was me. I let someone break my spirit.

One of my New Year’s Resolutions this year was to start writing again. I mean, I write things every day either on this blog or other people’s websites or for magazines or a gaggle of other places, but this writing is for me and my books.

Last week I began setting my alarm for 5:30 every morning. On a normal day I get up at 6:30am to get ready for work. This extra hour each morning, I’ve set aside for writing. My writing. No, it’s not physically that little cabin on the water at Keystone Lake, but mentally, I’m back there again every morning. Mentally I’m sitting in that cabin, separated from my family and friends, banging out words furiously on an old keyboard. Sometimes the ideas come faster than I can type — which is fast — and sentences become jumbled fragments as I race to capture the thoughts. Sometimes ideas for entire chapters appear in my mind and I capture the major plot points the best I can. If witches can have a witching hour, I can have a writing hour. To paraphrase Dr. Dealgood from Mad Max 3: Beyond Thunderdome … Writin’ time’s here.

The process of sharing one’s writing — the marketing, the talking, the selling, the online interaction — is a very social one, a very public one. At conventions you sell your books and you sell yourself. People want to talk to the author. The honest passion you put into a project comes out honestly when you talk about it. All of those things involve human interaction … but writing it, the actual process of capturing those words, does not. It is, by and large, a lonely one. Being a writer sometimes means excusing yourself from family activities and going to your writing nook, closing the door, and trying to both write and tune out the fact that outside that door life is going on without you. Last week I re-read Stephen King’s book about writing.

“[...] whenever I see a first novel dedicated to a wife (or a husband), I smile and think, ‘There’s someone who knows.’ Writing is a lonely job.” – Stephen King, On Writing.

Stephen King’s been there. I’ve been there. Anyone who has ever dedicated time to writing a book has been there. It’s a sacrifice, one I decided a couple of weeks ago I would once again make.

Normally my blog entries go live at 6am because that’s when I schedule that to happen. This morning I woke up at 5am, 30 minutes before my alarm was scheduled to go off, and began writing. My fingers ache from the cold air creeping in through the poorly insulated wall between me and the attic. The same door that keeps everybody else out simultaneously keeps the cold air in. As I prepare to click the “Publish” button I can hear other family members begin to stir. It’s time to lock up the cabin for another day and head back to the city. There I’ll say good morning to everyone, take a shower, get dressed, go to work, and spend 23 hours dreaming about returning to Keystone Lake.