Sanity, Pandora, Zombies and You (me)

It’s been a while, and I figured that when in doubt, give updates!
Sanity Vacuum (if that will be its final name. Probably, I can’t think of anything better) is getting its final facelift before being shipped back to the editor. I am starting to feel really proud of my scifi bundle of madness. The characters have a fascinating dynamic. I don’t want to spoil anything, but let’s just say it’s so me. quIRKy, weird and maybe a little thought-provoking. I’m allowed to have a deeper meaning to it all mixed in somewhere, right?

Moving right along, as my 8th and 9th grade math teacher would say.

Sanity Vacuum has a baby sequel! Junior, titled The Pandora Machine, currently weighs in at almost 52000 words. It’s decidedly dark–that’s how I like it–and the characters get taken for a wild ride. They face betrayal, deceit, conceit, unlikely allies and it only makes them stronger. I’m almost done the skeleton first draft. Then, I’ll add a few chapters here, give a character or two a sex change there, make sure their names are spelled properly. You’ll see, it will be nice. I’m glad I’m still editing Sanity Vacuum while I write this, I like adding my forwards and backwards foreshadowing, Easter eggs and other fun.

Lastly:

You want zombies? I got your zombies, right here! Bedlam is written, and as soon as Sanity Vacuum gets out of edits, the latest Zombie Bedtime Story goes under my knife. It’s the most gruesome and dark piece I’ve written to date. (Well, it might be tied with The Pandora Machine. I’m not quite sure. They’re both depraved, in different ways.) Zombies, a crisis of morality. The choice between duty and your own humanity.

Happiness is a completed first draft

You heard it here (or on twitter) first. The first draft of Bedlam is done! It clocks in at 21.5k words, but I expect it to grow in edits. One of my characters refused to be evil, and I didn’t force the issue. There’s enough evil inherent in man during a zombie apocalypse to spread around. The end result was much more disturbing.

Hopefully, I’ll be editing it sometime in August. There’s a few Easter Eggs I want to scatter about. Fun stuff.

Now that I’ve cured my multiple-WIP-itis, I’m back to writing The Pandora Machine. Yes, it’s a real condition, stop laughing at me.

Sanity Vacuum is getting published!

I’m going to kick off a renewed frenzy of activity here, with some very cool news:

My novel, Sanity Vacuum, won the Curiosity Quills Nano-virtuoso contest a few months ago, scoring a publishing contract. That’s old news. The new news, is that it’s signed and I’m waiting to get my edits back.

For your reading pleasure, here’s the press release. I’m part of the 2012-2013 new fiction lineup.

Also cool after note: I started writing a sequel, because I have to know what happens! Technically, I already do know what happens, but, my characters don’t torture themselves. (Speaking of which, Bedlam needs my attention, I have yet another character who desperately needs a good breaking.)

The Zombie Bedtime Stories blog tour has ended

I’m so sad to see it go. The tour went out with a bang!

I discussed humor and the Zombie Bedtime Stories with Rick Gualtieri on his blog.

I explained how even the mundane act of preparing meat and food can be an inspiration for horror, with fellow woman zombie writer Alyn Day.

I was also included on Stant Litore’s Your Zombie Bookshelf feature, where I undertook one of the most rigorous literary exercises since college English class. I am in excellent company there, it’s worth a second (and third!) look.

It was a great tour. I made a crochet zombie, answered many, many interviews and I had a grand old time. I’m not sure when I’ll do my next one, more than likely after Sanity Vacuum comes out.

Things are changing, but staying the same

In short, I’m finally well enough to return to work, and I started a temp job today. It’s for a few months, and I expect that my social media activities will be highly curtailed as I’m not allowed to have my phone while I’m on the floor. My video reviews will slow down, but not stop. In order to meet my other obligations, I can only read while on public transit for about 30 minutes per day.

I’m managing to keep up with #wip500, and even get in some extra as I can manage it. Right now, Bedlam is about 11000 words long, and I’m only about half-way through the story. It’s going to be the longest Zombie Bedtime Story yet! I’m hoping to have the first draft ready late this month, as I anticipate that its final length will be between 20 and 25k words.

I have some very exciting news coming up, but I’m keeping a lid on that for the moment. Let’s just say that I am very, very happy, which means you should be happy, too!

2012: Year of the Zombie

Welcome to 2012, my fellow time-traveling friends. Yes, we’re all traveling in the mundane direction of our collective proper time, but it’s still time travel in a sense.

2012 means all kinds of great things over at Zombie Bedtime Stories and Sanity Vacuum central. Late 2011 was a difficult period in my life, and I expect early 2012 to follow suit. For those not in the know, I fell ill with pneumonia in late October. This caused my to tear a ligament in my chest, a painful and surprisingly debilitating injury. I have been in a state of near-bedrest and very low mobility ever since. It did, however, propel me into the realm of writing full-time, as there was precious little else I could do, and I’m not the type to feel sorry for myself in bed. In November, through the haze of painkillers and pneumonia-induced confusion, I wrote Sanity Vacuum, my first novel.

In December, I released Deadlocked, and I experienced a pleasing (and startling) spike in sales. As I am still not strong enough to return to work (a 15 minute walk outside laid me up for two days earlier this week), I am going to focus my energies in early 2012 to the following:

  1. I am going to do a lot more guest posts, and many more book reviews to increase my visibility.
  2. I am going to write at least 500 words/day towards new Zombie Bedtime Stories, as part of #WIP500. Conceivably, I could complete the entire series rough drafts during this year, assuming average length as under 15k.
  3. Complete my first draft edits of Sanity Vacuum. There’s a lot to do here (see: written on painkillers, kind of disjointed), and it’s vastly different from editing a Zombie Bedtime Story for reasons related to length and continuity. I absolutely love the story and concept of it, which is why I’m putting so much effort into saving it. Tough love style.

In essence, these goals closely mirror my plan for the rest of the year. Eventually, I won’t have a novel to edit and hopefully by that time I’ll be able to look at getting employment that’s more gainful than my Kindle sales. 500 words per day is easily attainable, I’ve had days where I can finely craft that much prose in 15 minutes.

I’m thinking of goals for Sanity Vacuum. I’m going by chapters/day for edits–I try to get 2/3 chapters per day inked up and inputted. After this draft, print-off editing is going away because of budget issues. Then, I see other people managing 15k/day in edits, and feel inadequate.

What do your editing goals look like?

Deadlocked (Zombie Bedtime Stories, #3) is now available! Sneak peek!

Now, an aside from blog hopping goodness–Deadlocked is here, and available on Smashwords and for the Kindle. Other platforms will be added, but that’s all in the hands of Smashwords.

As always, I’m posting a sample. Here is the prologue, and chapter 1!

 

Deadlocked

Deadlocked cover

Frank Leblanc watched in silence as his partner Haley walked to her house. He was a stone-faced man of about fifty years, slim and much taller than average. His light brown hair was flecked with grey, and deep frown lines ran through his face, while crow’s feet obscured his blue eyes. He seldom had reason to smile. The attack on Haley earlier that day had rattled him; the idea of being attacked by a friend in cold blood would disturb anyone; even on a good day. Since it was his birthday—his definition of a bad day—the assault had left him seething with anger. Haley was a good kid; she reminded him so much of his own daughter, Kelsey.

Kelsey. Several years had passed since she died, back in 2030. The doctors still didn’t know how to treat the rare genetic disease that had sent her down the path to a slow and painful death. He shook his head, forcing the memories from his mind. Kelsey was gone, and his wife had left him for another man: he was alone. Frank pulled away from the curb once he saw that Haley was safely inside. She was so like his Kelsey. They were both warmhearted and caring, empathetic to a fault. They were the polar opposite of him. He decided to deal with the problem the only way he knew how—work.

 

Chapter 1

 

Frank was pissed off. Some jerk had taken his assigned parking spot. He didn’t recognize the car, so he parked his beat up sedan—the pride of 2027—in the first available guest parking spot. He had contemplated trading it in for a fully-electric model, but he had reservations about being dependent on the strained local power grid. He’d enjoyed gloating when the early-adopters had become stranded during the nuclear crisis years ago. Even now, the memories of their sheepish smiles and sputtering disbelief made him chuckle. He slammed the car door shut, and hardened his face into its usual stony countenance. As he walked to the station, he noticed how full the parking lot was.

He strode in the front door, and allowed the door to slam shut. The station was deserted—reading tablets were scattered across tables and abandoned cups of coffee grew cold. He’d returned with the hope of finding an available person that he could partner with in order to get back to work and forget about the whole incident. Of course he’d have to deal with the annoyance of working with somebody he wasn’t used to, but it was better than no work at all.

“There you are, you old bastard.” Frank turned towards the voice, which was quiet and raspy. The man that stood there was his supervisor, and he delighted in antagonizing Frank. Gerald was a squat little man with greasy thinning blond hair and he was growing a terrible attempt at a goatee. They had been partners years ago, but their mutual disdain was all that remained of their formerly good working relationship.

“You were expecting the tooth fairy, maybe?” Frank said.

“You took long enough, Leblanc. I don’t remember you driving me home anytime I got hurt.” The bitterness seeped through Gerald’s voice. An on-the-job accident had relegated Gerald to clerical duties three years ago, and he remained resentful to this day.

“I didn’t want you in my car!” Frank spat out.

“Maybe if you bothered to get a girlfriend, you could have your own daughter to taxi around. Or, is there something else you want out of her?” Gerald said, smirking during the insinuation.

“Leave the kid out of this, Gerald. I assume you want to talk about work?” Frank said, hoping he wouldn’t need to work with the man ever again. He ignored the suggestive goading, but a part of him wanted to send Gerald thumping down a flight of stairs.

“Yeah. I need you to work the retirement homes. Everybody else needed to be sent out on emergency calls.”

“Do I get a partner?”

“Did you hear what I just said? We have nobody else; you’re on your own. I’ll send you the list, and we’re pulling out some old ambulances from storage. Take one when they arrive.” Gerald turned then and marched out of the room. Frank glared at the light reflecting off the shiny bald spot on the back of the man’s head as he left.

Frank sighed as he took a seat with a view of the glass doors, so he could see when his ambulance would arrive. He didn’t look forward to being relegated to ferrying old people to their tests and medical appointments. His anger at Gerald stewed inside him. What a presumptuous little pig! Frank thought. He had never told Gerald about Kelsey. He wouldn’t have understood, even when they had been partners. Frank knew it was best to suffer alone. Working with Haley was a painful mixture of therapeutic and depressing. In a way, it was like having his little girl back. Like Haley, Kelsey had also befriended the homeless and taken care of local children. Kelsey had always wanted to be a doctor, while Haley was saving to put herself through nursing school. He suspected they would have been great friends, if Kelsey hadn’t… it was always so hard to finish that thought. He remembered how pale Kelsey had become, skin translucent over a body that could barely move, before her hair fell out. Frank’s eyes were brimming with tears, so he stood up and paced around the room.

He hoped Haley would come back to work soon.

 

If you like it, here are the links:

Amazon

Smashwords

The grand prizes for both my Creepfest and Holiday Hop contests include a copy of Deadlocked, so get entering!

It’s time to enjoy the #HolidayHop. No limericks this time!

The second blog hop I’m participating in is underway! I hope you’re as excited as I am!

In addition to my own offerings, there will be a draw taken from the pool of winners across all contests for a nice Kindle Fire, thanks to the wonderful Cheryl Bradshaw! For more chances to win, do visit the other participating sites on the Holiday Hop.

Now, for my own homegrown contest:

The dates!

December 15th Midnight PSTDecember 25th  Midnight PST (Yeah, my birthday! Shouldn’t you be giving me prizes?)

The prize: Smashwords coupons for the first three Zombie Bedtime Stories! Locked In, Locked out and Deadlocked (it will release during the Holiday Hop, how exciting!)

Please note: The 12 Days of Creepfest, and its mini-prizes are running concurrently to the Holiday Hop. Its prize winners are not eligible for the Kindle Fire draw–only this main Holiday Hop contest’s entries are. However, there are many ebooks to be won all-around, so please enter!

My Rules:

  1. Like me on Facebook, or follow me on Twitter (Preferably both, but I’m not picky!) If both of these are against your Internet religion, subscribe to my blog instead.
  2. I will contact winners by email to distribute prizes, so make sure the email address you use to comment with is valid, and that you check it!
  3. In the comments, tell me about your first zombie movie experience. Which movie was it? How long were you freaked out for afterwards? Did you want to see it again, or find more, or did you run screaming from the screen?

Of course, I won’t expect of you what I won’t do myself. So, here is the story of my first zombie movie:

I was 18 years old, and, having led a very sheltered existence, 28 Days Later was my first “zombie-esque” movie back in 2002. I realize that it is debatable whether or not they are true zombies, but it was still my inauguration to the genre as a whole. Being sheltered, it freaked me out–I had never seen anything that gory or brutal before, unless you count watching Event Horizon when I was 16 (which still gives me nightmares.)

Of course, I decided to watch my first zombie movie ever on a day where I’d have to go to work directly afterwords. At the time, I was working at McDonald’s to pay my way through school, and I was trapped in the kitchen. It was a very busy McDonald’s, with huge crowds at all hours of the day. I spent my shift quaking in fear that if the infected came, I had nowhere to run and hide. I passed a very sleepless night, and looked over my shoulder constantly for days afterwards.

The next zombie movie I saw in theaters was Dawn of the Dead (2004). It was terrible and once I got around to watching the 1978 version, I wondered why they messed with perfection.

Now, it’s your turn!

 

Victory at day 25: My NaNoWriMo Adventure

The dust has settled, and I have emerged victorious over the beast of NaNoWriMo. I planned on finishing today, and that’s exactly what I did.

 

I win!

 

It was a tough fight. It took all of the stubbornness, self-discipline, perseverance and sheer will I had, but I cranked out an average of 2000 words/day for 25 days straight, when most sane or less-driven people were telling me to get my half-dead posterior back to bed. As of yesterday, I’ve been breathing mostly without pain, and can manage very short walks. However, I seem to have caught a cold.

Now, here are my final thoughts on NaNoWriMo, made 100% more true and legitimate because I won.

  1. Get mad. At yourself, your characters, anything. Just be angry. Stare at those stats with hatred and rage in your eyes (especially the “Words remaining” section.) Lemma 1: Don’t get depressed. Be awesome instead.
  2. Find cheerleaders, people who will cheer you on and are so overwhelmingly positive they make you want to puke.
  3. Get writing buddies. Check their progress daily. If you’re not in the top of the bunch (after the crazy people who finish in 10 days, of course) then refer to item 1.
  4. Stick to your goal. If you miss it, compensate the next day. If you manage a spectacular failure of a day, then figure out a way to average it out, and refer to item 1.
  5. Convince yourself that whatever you’re writing is the most fascinating subject known to man. Fall in love with it. Rave on twitter about space stations.
  6. Don’t be afraid to brag. It feels good.

I started crying as I was writing my last sentences. I never cry at books or movies as a rule, I’m usually very aware of the boundaries between fantasy and reality. Something about Sanity Vacuum was different. Maybe it was the way I ended it, or the fact that I’ll miss my characters. Perhaps there’s a certain casual brutality to the zombie genre. I usually know which characters are fodder, and inoculate myself accordingly.

Tomorrow, I go to a small press fair, and see what’s out there in my fair city. I might try to pick up a paying gig with a local company or two, for some spending money and more name out-there-ness. I know the word is exposure, let me have my fun. I won NaNoWriMo today.

Otherwise, I begin writing Zombie Bedtime Stories part 4, Bedlam on Monday, and I begin putting the final touches on Deadlocked. It rolls out in about a week, and I think it’s the best one yet.

December will be a full month. I have one book release, a novella to write, a novel to edit, and two blog hops. I hope you guys are along for the ride! January, I’m wanting to do a blog tour. If anyone is interested in hosting, drop me a line.

Now, I have a bottle of champagne that urgently needs my attention.

The Making of a Zombie Bedtime Story

I’m pleased to announce that Deadlocked is nearing completion. After marathon NaNoWriMo writing sessions, I managed to squeeze in the editing time I missed out on while I was sick, and finally, Deadlocked is off to the beta readers. This is an exciting time for me, I use an opinionated mix of people who don’t really know me, people who know me and are highly critical and opinionated, people who like zombies, people who don’t like zombies but like a good story and two people who do not speak English as a first language (If they have trouble understanding a sentence, or find it unclear, then it’s probably not a good sentence. They are both fluent and enjoy reading English books.)

However, this is the end of the production for a Zombie Bedtime Story. Let’s switch to the beginning, because I am going to be restarting the cycle very soon:

I have a list of ideas, and a rough order that I want the series to follow. I’ve shuffled some ideas and events around, but the series itself has a definite beginning, middle and end.

I take the idea I want to work on, and flesh it out into a story. This story will have a beginning, middle and a conclusion. In my opinion (probably the only one that matters), each story needs to stand on its own. I leave Easter Eggs and tie-ins to future story lines, but nothing as overt as a “true” cliffhanger.

I’ve had good results both with and without outlines, but I usually have a good idea of what the main and side conflicts are, who the characters need to be and what particular flavor of gore I’m going to use. I have a notepad on my desk labeled “squick,” if I’m stuck for something extra gross I refer to it.

Once actual writing starts, the story grows organically, and new characters evolve or appear, buildings, extra character development and back story occur at this stage. I didn’t just sit down at the drawing board and decide what my characters hopes, habits and phobias are. They evolve out of my own sadistic desire to torture them, or because I want to get to know them better. Also, something about character development should go here.

Eventually, I finish writing, and get to editing. Here’s where I add extra details, ramp up the gore and make my characters swear more. I’ll usually flesh out the ending, for that final blaze of glory. If you’ve read Locked In, you know what I’m talking about.

I’ll edit again, especially around where I added new content. Then I send it off to be edited by a very patient person with an encyclopedic knowledge of English grammar, vocabulary and a strong stomach. Once I get it back, I adjust my manuscript accordingly, learn to use a damn em-dash and then, I am at the stage where I sent it off to many proof-readers.

Why did I make this post? I’m not sure. I wanted to write about Deadlocked‘s impending release, in a different kind of light. (It will be after US Thanksgiving, that much I know. I am tentatively hoping for the first week of December.)

What is Deadlocked about already, Thea?

That is an excellent question. Deadlocked is the third part of the Zombie Bedtime Stories, and it flows mid-way out of part #1.

Deadlocked follows Haley’s partner, Frank, as he comes to the realization that something is very wrong. All of his questions and concerns are ignored and he finds himself silenced at every turn. He is determined to save his partner and his friends. However, Frank is no hero, and finds himself fighting for his life as his efforts to do the right thing go horribly wrong.

Stay tuned for excerpts!

This post brought to you by the fact that I didn’t realize I was wearing a hat for the majority of the day.

NaNoWriMo word count: 12,125. There’s a space station in the story, and space stations are cool.