Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Must Remember to Wear Pants...

The Klaatu Diskos series is complete, and this summer I have been quietly enjoying the blank time between publication events, and working slowly on a few smaller projects—a couple of short stories, a new YA novel (about birth order and pizza), and a long-term adult book project involving elves and magic. Next year I have two new publications in the queue: Eden West (4/15), a book I’ve been writing since 2001, will be coming out in April, followed a few months later by my first solo middle grade novel, The Flinkwater Factor (9/15).

Eden West will be available April, 2015
I’m told there are many things I should be doing to build “buzz” for the new books. Blogging. Tweeting. Glad-handing at every bookstore within range. Optimizing and monetizing my neglected website. Making book trailers with ebola-like viral potential. Leaping on every available meme. Joining Google+ (blerg) and LinkedIn (double blerg). Soliciting blurbs from John Green and J.K. Rowling. Setting up a virtual blog tour. Printing and distributing bookmarks and other swag. Interviews, ARC giveaways, newsletters, book clubs, Goodreads, Instagram, Tumblr, Facebook ads, skywriting, sacrificing a goat…

All those things are doable—I’ve done most of them at one time or another—but in aggregate they are paralyzing. Like most authors, my first instinct is to pull the blanket over my head and whimper, “I just wanna write books and watch kitten videos!”

Yeah, well, in the real world that doesn’t work so good—not if I want to, you know, eat and make car payments.

So I’ll be slithering down the cobwebby staircase from my writer’s garret and, blinking and scowling at the sun, trying again to engage the public. Want an interview? I’m available. Want to enjoy my self-consciously clever Twitter posts? Follow me. Need a friend? Find me on Facebook.

Now, time to get to work on that book trailer. And steal a goat.

Here's something you should know about vengeance demons. We don't groove with the sorry. We prefer, "Oh, God! Oh God! Please stop hitting me with my own rib bones!" —Anya (from BtVS season 7)

Monday, May 5, 2014

Free Book Day in St. Paul

This Sunday is Mother’s Day. Coincidentally, it is also Free Book Day.

That's right. I am so desperate for readers I'm GIVING away books on Mom’s Day. And you don’t even have to be a mom to get one.

Yes, there is a catch. There’s always a catch, right?

Here’s the deal. You must come to Addendum Books between 1:00 and 2:30 the afternoon of May 11. That’s THIS Sunday.

Addendum Books specializes in YA literature, and they know their stuff. The shop is in St. Paul's Cathedral Hill District, at the corner of Western and Selby, in the lower level of the Blair Arcade Building. It’s tucked into the back of SubText, a full size general interest bookstore. It’s a bookstore-within-a-bookstore! It’s like a Tardis, only bookier! (Addendum will be moving into a new space later this year—stay tuned!)

I'll be there talking about and signing copies of the Klaatu Diskos trilogy. Everybody who buys at least one of the trilogy gets a free book from my specially selected backlist of adult titles (Doohickey, Ring Game, Rag Man, or The Prop, as supplies last). Or, if you want to stick with YA, I have a few copies of Full House, an anthology of YA poker-themed short stories I edited. It is currently out-of-print and hard to find.

I'm doing this because I'd love for people to discover and support Addendum Books, and because I need to make room on my bookshelves. Also, I want to get you all hooked on the Klaatu Diskos trilogy (bwa-ha-ha!)

If you are in St. Paul (or bold enough to cross the Mississippi), please stop by!

Monday, April 28, 2014

In Case You Missed It

The Wild Rumpus launch party for THE KLAATU TERMINUS featured arugula and goat cheese sliders. If you weren't there, you may never know what such a thing tastes like. But you can still score signed copies of all three books in the Klaatu Diskos Trilogy, as well as several other titles.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

San Francisco & the Bay Area

I was born in Berkeley, and lived in nearby Orinda, California until I was five years old. I remember mostly the enormous banana slugs, getting stung by a bee, my red pedal car, our suicidal goose, and the Day It Snowed. That’s right. Snow in Orinda. Back then, the locals said it happened once every four years. I don’t know if that still holds. Anyway, my dad and I (mostly him, I’m sure) made a snowman—a small snowman. It was gone by late afternoon, but it was real.

I know—you want to know about the suicidal goose, but those who know me well know to never ask me for a childhood animal story. They never end well.

Last week, I returned to the Bay Area. Candlewick, my publisher, teamed me up with middle-grade sci-fi writer Jenn Reese for four days of schools, bookstores, and libraries. We had an exhausting, fun, and rewarding week. I was reminded again and again how smart and passionate teenagers are, and the same goes for the teachers and librarians who dedicate their working lives to helping them.

I was also reminded that middle schools are a petri dish for all manner of communicable diseases. Yeah, the coughing started 48 hours after I got home. A hazard of the trade. But I’m glad I went. Those students, they are my people. No matter how hard I try to grow up, a big part of me remains in middle school.

Our first few visits were organized by Patty Norman at Copperfield’s Books. The Petaluma store is one of the nicest bookstores I’ve ever been in. They have a huge inventory in a big, open space that somehow feels intimate and comfortable. Here’s a shot of a young man engrossed in one of Jenn Reese’s books.

Hicklebee’s, a children’s bookstore in San Jose, was equally impressive, though in a different way. This is a store you can get lost in searching for oddball souvenirs and graffiti left by visiting authors. And they had a most impressive display in front of the store.

Books, Inc., “The West’s Oldest Independent Bookseller,” helped us out with the last couple of school visits, but we didn’t have time to visit their stores.

Saturday, April 5, 2014

Last Wednesday I had a great day at Montgomery Academy in Montgomery, Alabama, one of the nicest schools I've ever visited. It was eighty lovely degrees outside—to a Minnesota boy, heaven. Also, those Alabamans know a thing or two about making sausage. If I'd had time, I would have filled my suitcase with those wonderfully fatty, tasty links.

Alas, I arrived home sausageless to this. I was not happy, and neither was Gaston, our seven pound poodle.

But I did have many pleasant memories of Montgomery, not least of which were the nicely designed posters that were hanging all over the school. Here's a picture of me and the design team.

Next, a shot of me looking through a magic disko that makes my head look small.

And a selfie with librarians Brooke Wilkins and Carolyn Pyper, who made my visit both pleasant and productive. Thanks guys! As Perez Hilton would say, you are amazeballs. (I don't know why she says that, and I'm embarrassed that I even know such a stupid word, but there ya go.)

Friday, April 4, 2014


My fellow "The Walking Dead" fans understand "Terminus" to be a very bad place where the Walking Dead good guys end up at the end of season 4. That Terminus has nothing to do with The Klaatu Terminus, the final book in the Klaatu Diskos trilogy.

My Terminus is zombie free. So there.

All next week, sci-fi author Jenn Reese and I will be in the San Francisco area visiting several schools and a couple of bookstores. We are celebrating the publication of the final books in our trilogies. Jenn’s Above World trilogy is a middle-grade adventure set in the distant future where humans are genetically engineered in various and fascinating ways—think mermaid, cyborg, and centaur. The Klaatu Diskos is set in a very different distant future, where humans have become sort of cyborgy and sometimes non corporeal. 

Jenn and I will have a lot to talk about! If you are in the area, please stop by one of these fine independent bookstores. Here are our public events:

Tuesday, April 8, 4:00 p.m.
Copperfield’s Books
140 Kentucky St.
Petaluma, CA 94952

Thursday, April 10, 3:00 p.m.
1378 Lincoln Avenue
San Jose, CA 95125

Saturday, March 29, 2014

A Literary/Historical Mystery

I recently read two books at the same time. One of them was a 1280 page history about a powerful man who lived during the first half of the twentieth century. The other was a twenty-five-hour-long audio book about a powerful man who lived during the last half of the twentieth century. The two men, I could not help but notice, had some things in common. See if you can recognize them.

As a young man, he has floppy dark hair and an intense, unblinking stare. He is extremely intelligent and creative, but his personal grooming habits are lacking . He does not appear to have control over his temper, although he learns to use his temper tantrums to frighten and bully people into doing things for him. Early on, he wanted to be an artist, but soon became interested in building a large, powerful organization. He is a vegetarian.

Using his considerable powers of persuasion, he convinces several marginal and eccentric young men to join him. He has an instinct for what motivates people, and he knows how to use their fears and weaknesses to drive them to accomplish more than they could dream of on their own. He is fearless and unhesitating in approaching powerful, established business leaders and asking for money or assistance, even when he knows it is not in that business person’s best interest.

Although he soon becomes wealthy and powerful, he is not very interested in physical comforts—he works constantly in pursuit of his larger goals. He has no loyalty—when a friend is no longer useful to him, he drops him. He is regarded by most of his associates as a ruthless bully, but they continue to follow him because they are in awe of his passion, his intelligence, and his vision. He never loses focus of the big picture—he knows what he wants to accomplish. He is impatient, but when his plans go awry, he does not give up.

He died at age fifty-six.

Can you guess which two historical figures I read about?

Here’s a clue: One is the most reviled figure from the twentieth century. The other is one of the most admired. 

Here are links to the two books: Book one. Book two.

Update: I now find I'm not the only person to compare these two figures. Go here. And here.

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Eight Free, Easy, and Legal Ways to Support Your Favorite Author

Everybody knows that buying copies of his or her book is the best way to support an author. But if you have a lot of favorite authors (or friends who are authors) buying all those hardcovers can become a financial burden. I mean, if I bought the hardcover edition of every book by every author I know and like, it would cost me several thousand dollars a year. I love my author friends, but there’s a limit.

Still, there are things you can do that take only a few seconds and will make your favorite author deliriously happy.

1. Give the book a good rating on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Goodreads, etc.
Believe it or not, those stars make a difference. Four stars will do. Five stars is better. A rave review is awesome.

2. Face the book out in bookstores.
Face out books make authors feel wonderful, which guarantees HUGE positive karma. If the bookstore doesn’t have the book, suggest that they order it. And be nice to that clerk. It’s not his fault.

3. Read the book in public…
…or put the dust jacket over that copy of 50 Shades of Grey, thereby giving your favored author a boost while preserving your own dignity.
4. “Like” the author’s fan page on Facebook.
One click and you’re done. Everybody likes to be liked.

5. Check the book out of the library.
Or reserve a copy if it’s checked out.

6. If you are on Twitter, retweet.
Your favorite author’s pithy remarks deserve a wider audience.

7. Talk about the book, in person and on social media.
“Speaking of cats, I know this author who wrote a book that has a cat in it. It’s pretty good.”

8. Send chocolate.
Okay, this one isn’t free, but chocolate is always a good idea.

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Ignorant Cretins are People Too

I just read an interview Chuck Wendig and Sam Sykes, two talented* SF/F authors who spend a lot of time (where do they find it?) blogging about the writing process and related topics. The whole interview is worth reading, but I was struck by Sykes’ final comment. They were talking about criticism—particularly writers critiquing early drafts of another writer’s work.
Most developing writers have had the experience of writing a “perfect” scene or chapter or story, sharing it with a friend or workshop member, and receiving negative feedback. And most writers will, at one time or another, react with pain, bewilderment, anger, and/or disbelief. “How can you not like it? It’s perfect!”

And maybe that injured writer will slink off and sulk and undertake a search for a more receptive reader. Or maybe he or she will simply decide that the universe sucks and to hell with everybody. Or maybe not.

Here’s what Sam Sykes says about that:

I think that's the true test of a writer, because everyone will go, "What are you talking about? It's perfect the way it is." You don't want to look at something huge you've just done and have someone say, "Alright, now tear it down and start over." I think the writers that never get anywhere are the ones that continually get angry for not recognizing how genius this is. And the real writers will rage about it and cool down before saying, "Well how am I going to make this work." That's an attitude that helps you immensely: How do I make this work? So that's just the attitude I've taken and novels have kept getting better.

He is correct. Some of the most elegant, incisive, insightful writing I have ever done has hit the trash because it didn’t work. There were hundreds of moments in my (now defunct) critique group when I listened to some criticism of my work and thought, “You are an idiot. How can you not get this? Are you blind to beauty? Christ, I can’t believe I’m sitting here listening to this moron!”

But I said nothing, because that was the number one rule in our group: Shut Up and Listen. Later, reviewing my notes, I might say, “Well, so-and-so may be an ignorant cretin, but ignorant cretins read books too. How am I going to fix this?”

And so I do.

*I’ve read a couple of Chuck Wendig’s books, and can attest to the excellence of his writing. I’ll be picking up one of Sam Sykes’s books soon.