Broken Patterns, Chapter One

So, Broken Patterns is coming out on Friday. So, I wanted to give all of my PBW readers a sneak preview. Here, then, is Chapter One. I’ll be posting Chapter Two on Wednesday and Chapter Three on Friday. Hope you like it.

Part One

Prologue

I have been so alone for so long. Since the other one had cheated me, leaving me in the darkness and cold, I have been alone. I had tried to find another place to bear my egg, my child, but there are precious few warm places in the darkness of the universe. There was nothing I could do, but hold it close to me as it died.

The other one’s child has flourished. Upon it, thousands of species had grown, warm and safe in the light of the sun. The sun that should have been mine.

I can bear this no longer.

Calvin Olendae didn’t believe in me, but that was all right. Men who didn’t believe were just as likely to hear my voice. They are just as likely to call me by my name. I’d spoken to him since he was young, whispering of the sins of Septa, and what he should do to stop them. Now, tonight, it was time.

He led his men through the cold, black waters of the canals, right up to the side of the palace walls.

Makes you sick, boys,” he whispered, “Those fine nobles snug and warm while our babies freeze to death in the night?”

“I still do not see how starting a war after five years of peace is going to fix that,” Victor muttered from beside him.

“Shut up, Vicky,” Calvin hissed. “Now I know you are not very bright, but I would think this plan was simple enough to understand. Do you think you can manage to take orders for once?”

“Yes, Calvin,” Victor muttered. There was one I would have to keep an eye out for. There was too much light within him.

Without another word, the men crawled from the canals, and took oiled cloth bags out from under their cloths. Even after nearly an hour of swimming through the dark waterways that served Septa as roads, they were still dry inside, thanks to a bit of magic from Calvin’s woman. It was a good thing too. The Septans were far more likely to believe they were actual Montelair soldiers if their red coats weren’t soaking wet.

The men stripped their wet coats, and pulled on the uniforms. Then, Calvin led them to the wall that surrounded the palace.

A guard on the wall saw them coming. “You there, stop!” he yelled, training a crossbow on them.

“Victor,” Calvin said.

Victor walked to the wall. When the guard fired, he held up one hand that glowed blue. The bolt hit it, and bounced off.

Calvin clenched his own hand, and a ball of the same blue light formed. More guards were running along the wall. Calvin waited until they got closer, then tossed the light at the wall.

Even his own men jumped when it burned away in a blast of blue light and dust. He ran through, with the others on his heels.

Inside of the wall, there was panic. I had made sure that Calvin would recognize King Issac Mestonie on sight. He stood in front of his wife and son, holding a sword. As Calvin watched, he swung the sword, and it lit with fire.

“That is a cute trick,” Calvin said, “but I have an even a better one.”

He clenched his fist again, and threw another ball at Issac. The king and his family were dead, just like that.

Guards were yelling, and men were running out of the palace. “Calvin,” Victor gasped, “that was a boy you just killed. He could not have been more than fourteen years old.”

“And now he will not reach fifteen,” Calvin replied. “You need to steady yourself for this, boy. This is what war is.”

A nobleman was running from the palace. He drew a sword, and set it afire just as the king had done. “Look, see?” Calvin said. “The nobles are just like weeds. You pull one, and there is always another to take its place. That’s why you have to rip them out by the damn roots, Victor. You take that one.”

Victor swallowed, and nodded. He walked towards the man, his hands glowing. Perhaps I could use him eventually. Calvin turned his attention to the guards. The other Brothers worked their way through them as well. Soon the pretty lawn was painted red with blood.

As Calvin stopped to take a breath, he noticed a flicker of light from behind one of the garden trees. He looked, and saw a young woman, no older than fifteen, and a boy of roughly thirteen. They were hugging each other, and obviously trying just to keep out of sight. That was never going to be possible, with her dress decked out in embroidery that light up like a lantern. The blessing of The One, the one they called The Creator was on her. They were nobles from the looks of them, with that same Mestonie curly black hair.

Calvin started towards them, already pulling together another ball. The girl saw him coming, and held the boy closer. “You get back!” she said.

“How like a noble,” Calvin laughed. “Never knowing when to stop giving orders.”

He started to pull his arm back to throw, but suddenly someone grabbed him from behind. He looked, and saw Victor.

“Let me go!” he yelled, wrenching his arm free. What was he doing?

“Calvin, you can’t cannot keep doing this!” Victor yelled. “Think about what Da would say if he knew you were killing girls.”

“I do not give a damn what Da would have said,” Calvin said. “Any noble that is left over can start this whole mess over again.”

Victor stepped in between him and the children. “This was not the plan! We were supposed to just attack, make them think we were soldiers, and leave. You already killed one child, will you kill two more? Look at them, Calvin, that girl is the same age as June!”

“And if I have to kill her to make sure June and my other children survive, I will do it!” Calvin cried. “Now move!”

Victor held up his hands. “No,” he said.

Calvin swelled with fury. “How dare you?” he hissed. “How dare you chose these noble hounds over your own family? Who raised you after Da died? Who put clothes on your ungrateful back?”

“That is why I’ve got to stop you. How much innocent blood do you want on your hands?”

“There is no innocent blood on my hands, little brother,” Calvin said. He threw the ball.

Victor caught it, and it knocked him back into the noble children. The girl tried to catch him, but all three of them went down. Victor cried out in pain as he landed, but he still didn’t move away from them. “You would really kill me, just to kill them?” he yelled.

Calvin looked down at him. “I do not even have to think about it that hard.” He raised his hand to form another ball. Before he could, though, he was hit from the side by an arrow. He gasped in pain, and another arrow struck his leg. He turned to run back toward the canal, and another arrow hit him in the back. Calvin stumbled, and fell into the black water. In too much agony to swim, he sank into the darkness.

Damn. And I had wasted so much time on him. Oh well, at least there was the other one. But, then, there was also that girl. There was light in her, yes. But perhaps there was room for darkness as well.

Domino Days

I want you to imagine something for me. Imagine your perfect morning. Not like, waking up in a fancy hotel on your way to Universal Studio kind of morning. A get the kids to school and adults to work and things went really well morning.

Have you thought of yours? Good, here’s my perfect morning.

I wake up when my alarm goes off and spend fifteen minutes playing with my time management games. Then I get up, and dress in the outfit I picked out the night before. I can walk right into the bathroom and do my makeup, because my makeup bag is in the bathroom where it belongs. Then I go downstairs and turn on my coffee pot that’s already loaded with coffee. The house isn’t immaculate, but it’s picked up. My lunch is in my bag, I know where my keys are. I remember to take my vitamins because I’ve remembered to put them right next to my travel mug, which is clean and ready to go.

All of these things set me up for a good day. I feel more energized, I get to the day job with time to spare and I feel more confident. Since I feel so good, I’m more likely to do things that I need to. I’ll get things done, I’ll do laundry. Most importantly, I’ll do the things that I need to do to make the next morning another good one.

This is the domino effect that a good day can have, if we follow through with it.

Now, picture a shitty morning. You know the mornings I mean, we all have them.

I just can’t wake up, so I don’t have time to play my games. I have to scrounge through the bin full of clothes I didn’t have the energy to put away and maybe find some wrinkled shirt. At worse, I might be stuck with some less than fresh underthings. I’ve got to take time to make my coffee and scrounge something for lunch. If I have the time left after all that, I’ll toss on some BB cream and mascara. I’ll rush to the day job, arrive just in time to clock in and hit the ground running. I hate that. Oh, and of course I’ve forgotten to take my vitamins, if I even knew where they were. By the end of the day, while I know it will only lead to another bad morning, I’m more inclined to crash on the couch and watch cartoons than I am to do the things I need to do. I’m also frustrated because, when I make my to do list for tomorrow, I’m just rewriting the exact same list again. I’ve made little to no progress, and that makes me feel like crap.

This is the domino effect that a bad day can have, if we let it.

2016 Gift Guide for Readers and Writers

This is not a sponsored post. There are no affiliate links and I was not asked to write this. I will get no money, whether you buy any of these things or not.

Are you doing your holiday shopping yet? I am, and I hate it. Every other year I’ve known just what my kids want. This year they have no idea, so I have no idea. It’s not a fun place to be.

Since I can’t help myself, I’ll try to help you. If you have a writer on your shopping list, at least.

Now, I did this same thing last year. Here’s a link. So I’m going to stretch out a bit and give you ideas for the readers in your life as well. Because, let’s be honest, no one’s a writer who isn’t also a reader. I will, again, be giving you two guides. One that will cost you money dollars, and one that will cost you only time. Here we go.

Gifts for readers that cost no money, only time.

  • Promise them, right now, that you will give them free reign to gush about their favorite book for a pre agreed to amount of time. Even better, read their favorite book.
  • This one might be big, because there are some big book movies coming out. Allow one ‘this movie sucks, the book was so much better’ rant.
  • If there are little ones in the house, promise some time without the little ones to read in peace.
  • Be a shoulder to cry on when their favorite character dies. Notice I don’t say if.
  • Find them a bookish wallpaper from one of the hundreds of free wallpaper sites. It costs no money at all, but it does save the reader time.

Gift for writers that cost no money.

  • Double a recipe and freeze half, then take it to your favorite writer.
  • Make a promise that you won’t use the phrase ‘real job’ even once in 2017. In fact, go ahead and promise never to use that phrase again.
  • Install Open Office for them. It takes some time, but it’s shareware, so it’s no money. It’s compatible with everything, and it’s the writing software that I use.
  • Take down their decorations for them, or do some other chore for them that they despise.
  • If you’re artistically inclined, draw a picture of one of their characters.

Gifts for readers that cost money dollars.

  • The Magical Art of Tiding Up. I recommend this book because, if you follow it, you only have to clean your house one more time, ever. Think of all the reading time you’ll have!
  • This cute little snail tea bag holder. I despise losing the little paper tag in my tea cup.
  • If you really love your reader, get them an E-reader or tablet. I love mine; it enables me to carry a whole bookshelf around in my purse. What reader doesn’t dream of that?
  • Get them a copy of your favorite book. This is a special, intimate gift that I think everyone should give people they love at least once. More times if you’ve known them longer and your favorite changed. Since I can’t buy a hundred copies of a book, I’ll tell you all that my favorite book is The Giver. If you haven’t read it, you should.

Gifts for writers that cost money dollars.

I hope this helps you in your gift giving pursuits. I can tell you that I have everything on that last list, and I appreciate them all.

Did I miss any great gifts? Let me know in the comments below!

Tell Me Something Good

You know how sometimes you think something’s going to take way longer than it actually does? You know how you feel when you’ve waited your whole life for something, and then it finally comes? That’s how I feel today. I have some epic news.

Broken Patterns is coming out on December 16.

Yes, if you follow me on social media, you already know that. But not all of you do, so there you have it. I’ll be providing links as soon as I get them.

I wanted to tell you all about my awesome publisher, Solstice Press. They’ve been so awesome through this whole process. I loved my editor, loved everyone I worked with on this. It’s so weird actually having someone to work with, after going it alone for Seeming.

Please, don’t think this was a quick process. Broken Patterns took me years to write, polish and prepare. Even with that it took months to go through edits and get everything prepared. It’s very much been like caring for a fruit tree for years and years. Now, it’s ready to bear fruit.

Here’s the thing, though. These two books, Broken Patterns and Seeming, they’ve been two bright spots in what has otherwise been a really dark year. But they aren’t the only good things to come out of this year. Here’s a list of things that happened that were really great in 2016, that kind of got overshadowed by the bad.

  • Suicide Squad.
  • Star Trek, Beyond.
  • Harry Potter and the Cursed Child.
  • Fantastical Beasts and Where to Find Them.
  • Hamilton.
  • I went to my first Penguin’s game.
  • Two of my friends had babies.
  • One of my friends got engaged.
  • I ended up not having a serious heart condition.
  • I finally signed up for the Y like I’ve been meaning to.
  • Penguins won the Stanly Cup.
  • Three of my friends bought their first houses.
  • I finally signed the kids up for football.
  • Finding Dory
  • The Secret Life of Pets.
  • New M&M flavors.

I need some help from you all, now. What happened this year that was good? What made your life or the world in general, a better place this year?

And don’t forget to get your copy of Broken Patterns on December 16th!

Happy Cyber Monday! For those of you who, like me, celebrate Christmas, the season is officially underway. I’m spending a good part of my day on pretty mundane things. You know, writing out Christmas cards, decorating my house.

Oh, and launching my third book, Seeming.

I’ll be active on Facebook and Twitter all day, if you want to drop in and say hi. If you didn’t already order your copy, I have three ways for you to win a free one.

  1. Comment on this blog post.
  2. Tweet me telling me that you’d like a chance to win, using #station86.
  3. Leave a message on Paper Beats World’s Facebook wall.

I’ll be picking winners tomorrow morning, so you’ve got all day to get in there.

If you want to be sure to win a copy, the offer code s861 will still work until Tuesday. That gives you half off the cover price, making it only $1.50. Here’s a link if you want to buy it.

As always, I can’t be more grateful to all of you for the support you show me every day. Thank all of you for reading, commenting and liking my writing. I hope you loved Seeming.

Of course, I couldn’t go through Launch Day without giving a ton of love and thanks to Jeremy McClemmins, who did the amazing cover art. Here’s a link to his site if you want to check out more of his work.

Thank you all so much again. You Can’t Trust The AI will be launching early next year, if you can’t wait to see what’s next for Sennett and Godfrey.

Writing, Like Yoga, Is A Practice

I’ve been going to yoga once a week for the last few months. I’ve always done yoga, since I was thirteen, actually. I enjoy it, it’s peaceful and it keeps my chronic back issues in check. But for the first time in my life, I have a class that I can go to. I’ve really loved it.

My yoga instructor is a great woman named Mickey. She likes to tell us little inspirational things while we’re in savasana. This is supposed to be the hardest pose for the Western Yogi. I understand this entirely. When I’ve got every reason to be running, lying still is really freaking hard. It’s also rather strange for me in a personal way. I’m going to class at the YMCA, in the same building I went to day care at when I was a kid. I took naps there, on mats that I swear weren’t much thicker than my yoga mat. It’s weird, as a thirty year old woman, to find myself in the same place, doing the same thing, just this time on purpose.

I’m getting off topic, though.

Mickey said something to us in my last class that hit home. It was just the thing I needed to hear. “Yoga is a practice. Every time you come to your mat it’s the first time you’ve come to your mat.”

I didn’t actually need to be told that. I’ve been doing yoga since I was thirteen and I still have all the balance of a two second old giraffe. But I kind of needed to be told that about my writing.

This year I’ve published three books. I have a fourth book being traditionally published, and a fifth book coming out early next year. This is awesome!

But it’s also terrifying. Because now, when I come to the blank page, I feel those books. I feel as though, because I’ve written five books, I should be really good at that. I should be a great writer and everything that I write should be, must be, better than what I’ve written before. It’s got to live up to its brothers, right out of the gate.

This is fucking stupid, and as a grown woman I should know better. But sometimes, we need to be told by someone wiser. I’m not wiser than you, I’m sure. But Mickey might be, so I’ll pass along her words to you.

Come to the blank page as a practice, as if for the first time. No matter how many stories you write, no matter how many books are behind you. The blank page is a practice.

Red Lipstick

Hey, guys, just a quick announcement before we get to the story today. This will be the last scheduled short story for now. I’ve got a ton of huge projects and I find that I have less and less time to commit to short and flash fiction. Honestly, I’d rather give you something awesome once in awhile than something sub par every week.

Will I still post on Wednesdays? Maybe. If I’ve written a short piece I’ll post it. And I’ll often be giving out bonus content and sneak peeks of what I’m working on here. Of course, when I’m done with ‘You Can’t Trust the AI’ and all further Station 86 stories, you’ll find them here. 

I also have a special surprise for you. You can now get ‘Days And Other Stories’ for free. That’s right, for total free. Here’s a link. It’s my way of thanking all of you for being so supportive.

Alright, that’s over. Here is Red Lipstick.

Sasha knew, as soon as she walked in, that every eye was on her. She’d planned it just that way, with her red lipstick, high heels and short black dress. She gave the men who couldn’t take their eyes off of her a demure smile, but nothing more. She was looking for someone specific.

He was at the bar, nursing a gin and soda. He was the tall and dangerous looking kind, the outline of his arms visible through his tuxedo. His hair was graying at the temples, in that subtle way that make older men so irresistible to some types. She tried very hard to not purse her lips together in worry. “Hey,” she said, leaning against the bar next to him. “What are you drinking?”

“Something I’d prefer to drink alone,” he replied, barely looking at her.

“That doesn’t sound right,” Sasha said, giving him a smile. “It’s a party. Aren’t you having fun?”

He was well versed, she was sure, in ignoring women like her. Even so, he looked over and smiled. “Are you here alone?” he asked.

“I am,” she said, smiling at him. “Will you dance with me?”

He glanced at his watch. “Just a dance,” he said. He offered her his hand, and they made their way out onto the dance floor.

“I can’t believe you’re here alone,” Sasha said, pressing herself against him as much as she dared.

“I am not here for pleasure, I’m afraid,” he said. “You seem to be, though. Why don’t you find a handsome young man who is here for the same? A pretty girl like you won’t be lonely long, I’m sure.”

“That would be too easy,” Sasha said. He hadn’t offered her his name. She hadn’t expected him to. He was slipping, as old spies did sometimes, but he wasn’t slipping that much.

The song ended, and he started to pull away. She kept hold of his hand, though. “Miss, I have to get back to work,” he said, “You don’t want to get me in trouble, do you?”

“Ah,” she said, giving him what she hoped looked like a defeated smile. “Can I have a kiss, at least?”

“I’ve never been a fan of forward women,” the man said, raising an eyebrow.

“I’ve never understood men who don’t like that,” Sasha said, “Doesn’t it take the guesswork out of flirting?”

He sighed, and pulled her in close to him. He kissed her mouth, and she pressed against him. She made sure to hold the back of his head a moment, making sure to transfer her red lipstick onto him.

The man pulled away from her, looking dazed. He seemed surprised when she pulled away from him, and walked quickly in the other direction.

The antidote from her lips had hopefully been enough to offset the poison someone had slipped into his drink. They needed him to survive, at least for tonight. Though after Mr. Maxwell’s actions, this would certainly be his last mission before retirement.

Geeks and Girls

Full disclosure, I haven’t seen the new Ghostbusters movie yet. I’m not going to judge it based on other people’s opinions, but I’ve been hearing some pretty disturbing things. Not about the movie, but about people’s reactions to the movie.

It seems like anyone who has anything bad to say about it is being labeled sexist.

Here’s my problem with this. It ties into an overlaying opinion that geek culture in general is sexist. I’ve been a geek my whole life. I came by it honestly, watching Star Trek Next Generation and X-Files with my grandma and reading copious amounts of comic books my uncle’s left in her house when they left. Early on I fell in love with X-men, watching the cartoon right along with Magic School Bus after school. I played Commander Keen, and actually had AOL. I write speculative fiction and I’m tech support at my day job. I am a geek, and I’m the mother of two geek girls. I’m not going to tell you that I haven’t had the occasional sexist moment in my life. I’ve been harassed, mansplained to, and treated as less of a geek than my male peers. Sadly, every woman has.

But it isn’t geek culture that did that to me. In fact, I’m far more likely to have a man who’s not a geek talk down to me. I’m more likely to school a man who was condescending to me about computers than one who approached me as an equal. I think it’s because they jeer to cover up their own inadequacies.

The truth of it is, it’s a great time to be a geek, but it’s always been great to be a geek girl. I’m honestly insulted by the insinuation that the geek community is sexist. Here’s why.

Fan service abounds and there is eye candy to be had by all.

I really don’t love to see a woman running around in dental floss, being a straight woman and all. But I do, sorry to tell you, like to see a guy running around without his shirt on. And there’s a lot of that in geek movies. Damn, there’s a lot, and it makes me happy. So who am I to grudge a man the sight of the girl in the dental floss?

Geeks were all about equality long before anyone else.

It’s always been either the geeks or the comedians that broke ground. The X-Men were talking about equality long before anyone else cared. Archie Comics showed the first gay wedding, with X-Men soon after. Wonder Woman was talking about gender equality since the beginning. So don’t tell us about equality. Chances are we told you already.

Let’s go way back.

For instance, let’s look at the original Star Trek and Liutenent Uhura. She was strong, smart and not mention was ever made of her gender. Except when she went all gooey over the tribbles. In fairness, they were damn cute.

We’ll also look at the first appearance og Jean Grey, in the very first X-men cartoon. The boys, Cyclops, Iceman and Beast, made fools of themselves over her. She was so ready to toss them across the room when they started getting too frisky.

Now, I do want to talk for a minute about the first two Ghostbuster movies. In particular, let’s talk about Janine Malnitz, the secretary. You know, the sassy, no nonsense lady who had a huge crush on Egon? The one who was totally ready when ghosts started appearing in the station? The one who was just as badass as the guys? You remember her? Let’s take a look at her character in the remake.

His name is Kevin Beckman, played by the amazingly hot Chris Hemsworth. Here’s the thing, Janine wasn’t hot. She certainly wasn’t brainless, ditzy or eye candy. Which is exactly how Kevin is portrayed.

Representation matters.

When I was little, raised by a mother who didn’t believe in sexual equality, I took comfort in characters like Agent Scully, Lieutenant Uhura, Jean Grey and all the rest. I wasn’t weak, I wasn’t less than a man. I was just as capable as anyone else.

I would hate to think that some little boy would watch the new Ghostbusters movie, and think that he couldn’t be as smart or a strong as a girl.

My Hat Trick

I guess it’s really no surprise to any of you that I’m kind of obsessed with Hockey recently. Oh well, it could be worse. I could be a drug addict.

One thing I haven’t seen yet is a hat trick. I just love the thought, one player getting three scores in the same game. Then, everyone throws hats at the rink. I mean, how cool is that? I’m waiting, with baited breath, for a hat trick.

And, because I’m kind of weird, I had to find a way to make this new obsession work for me. Now, I have to share this will all of you, because that’s the sort of person that I am.

My to do lists are blowing up every day. And, for reasons even I don’t understand, I keep adding new projects! But I find, as I’m sure you do, that there are some things on my list that are more important than the rest. So, I mark three things, the most important three things of the day, as my hat trick goals.

So, for instance, today my list looks like this.

  • Write PBW posts *
  • Post PBW posts *
  • Make plans for charity event
  • Write up two character pages
  • Write a new short story
  • Make plans for cyber Monday/ Seeming launch.
  • Clean the house *
  • Work on Starting Chains for 25 minutes
  • Social media time

Yeah, I don’t overextend myself at all. Actually, that’s kind of why I have my hat trick rules. You see the three things that have the stars next to them? Those are my first priority. So if I get those things done, then get distracted roasting chestnuts with the kids or watching Futurama, that’s okay. I got the important stuff done.

It’s a little thing, and honestly it’s nothing dissimilar to advice I’ve read on other sites. But It makes me feel better to have this sport comparison in my everyday life. So if that sort of thing helps you, like it helps me, give it a try.

Pre Nano Pep Talk

I’m wrist deep in NanoEdmo right now, so I didn’t have time to write a short story this week. I have a great idea, a really creepy tale, but I want to do it right. Right means not rushed. So instead of a story this week, I want to say something to all of you that I think needs said right now.

I’m not going to give you a Nano pep talk. There are blogs upon blogs that will do that for you. If you want the truth, I need one myself right now. I’m getting up early, going to bed late and missing out on other projects that are calling to me. It’s one month out of the year, I tell myself, that I focus all of my efforts on editing. I can do it. I did it last year. I reached my Nanoedmo goals for three years in a row before that. But I’ll tell you that right now I’m sick to death of adulting. So when I’m done writing this I’m going to go work through two hours of edits, then go read some of those Nano pep talks.

But if you’re doing Nano, you don’t need a pep talk nearly as much as some other writers. That’s who I’m going to talk to today.

To the writer who isn’t sure where to start. yes, you’re still a writer, my friend. You’re just at the very first stage. The stage that every writer was once at. Maybe you didn’t do Nano this year, maybe you just weren’t sure that you could pull it off. Start writing today! Go, right now, buy a notebook and a pen. Start writing every day, no matter what it is! Write stupid shit, write down that thing your friend said that really hit you. Write anything and everything, for some amount of time today. Maybe there’s a book there, maybe there isn’t. Just write something! It’s a step, one small step. And I know you’re wondering what the point of starting is when you don’t think you’ll ever be published. I can’t promise you that you’ll end up published. I can sure as hell promise you that you’ll never be published if you don’t start!

To the writer who can’t seem to get that first project done. I feel you, I was you. I started more books that were never finished than I really care to count. But none of that writing was wasted. I learned from all of it, even if what I learned was that those ideas didn’t work. I’ll tell you a secret, the worst kept secret in the industry. Every writer has at least one novel that will never see the light of day because it was shitty and they tossed it. Books on the shelves are usually second or third books. So spend time on your work in progress today. Either make progress or cut it loose so that you can work on a new, better project. But I do want to caution you against taking that second path. A shitty project can be fixed in rewrites. What I’m saying is just get something done. It’s good for you.

To the writer who’s struggling to sell their work. Oh, that’s right. Now the creative wonderful part is over, and you’re reminded that this is a business. Yeah, that blows. But it is what it is. We are in the entertainment industry, and the sooner you realize that it is an industry the better your going to feel. Keep collecting those rejection letters, my friends. Read articles about query letters, polish your work until it shines. Send it to agents and publishers until someone bites. It’s frustrating and heartbreaking but you won’t get there any other way. However, can I also suggest that you do something else? Write another book! While I was waiting for someone to bite on Broken Patterns I finished Starting Chains and wrote the rough draft of Missing Stitches. There’s two great old sayings in the writing business about this. The first one is from Michael Connelly. “You know what I did after I wrote my first novel? I shut up and wrote twenty-three more.” Another good thing to remember, and I don’t know who said it first, is that nothing sells the first book like the second. So chin up, and keep writing!

Here’s the thing. We need stories. If you live in America like me, you know that we are so divided. You all know that I’ve got no problem getting loud about important subjects, but we’ve got people physically hurting others over this mess. We have people who are scared to leave their homes, and I don’t have words of comfort for them. I’m afraid for friends and family members. I don’t have any political power, but what I have is a voice. What I have is my voice. You have yours too. But even if you don’t want to talk about what’s going on, your writing can still help. Write something funny, something spooky, something irreverent that will make someone smile. Even if it’s just you.

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