Salem and Other Stories

There's nothing quite so satisfying as the following things in life: 1. Knowing you were right about who the killer was.

2. Seeing the girl who owns the dragons outwit the 'big man' using her brain and not the dragons - well, for a couple of minutes at least.

Beginning to clear my machine down of the shrapnel that has been the horror book today. So much unused material (mostly because it was slightly off subject) deserves a much wider audience for all kinds of reasons. Like this from Chris Kutcha who I never even got around to emailing about anything, but it's still a great piece of pop art:

Salem's Lot

Moving nicely onto the desk next, I had better wrap up Raised On Radio which is sitting on the corner here looking at me with sad eyes because in little less than two months I also need to deliver the next book in the series of pop-culture tattoo books. I have a choice (I think). I can either go for sci-fi & fantasy or comic books & animation. I'm not sure it matters which, they're both as vast as each other. There's a little voice inside telling me to do both together and see what builds momentum the fastest - which is kind of sensible.

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So, my head is still full of monster 'stuff' right now, and I have learned things from putting it together. Some of it is pretty intriguing if you look at it from a - how can I put this? A spiritual perspective perhaps? 

Let's assume (correctly) that here we all are sitting on planet earth and from this moment forward, none of us has a clue as to what the future will bring. Not really. We have dreams, goals and things we think we should be doing if we could be bothered but I think we can all agree that life has other plans for us much of the time. Those other plans probably consist of a reasonably even 50/50 split of good/bad events. The pessimistic will focus on one side, the optimistic on the other.

Here's what I found - Bela Lugosi turned down the part of Frankenstein's creature because he thought he would be unrecognisable beneath the make-up. Thus the part was offered to Boris Karloff - who chewed it up and spat it out the other side. The key thing here is that nobody actually gives a damn about what happened behind the scenes - even though I find it a neat curio now - only what actually happened.

So it occurs to me that really, if you're looking to get on in the world, it doesn't matter what your plans are, what your intentions were or even if you're talented (and 'everybody says so', not just your mum) but can't seem to get a break with whatever it is you're doing. All that counts is what you did. And I think that's as it should be because every single one of us probably had a million good ideas today that we did nothing with.

So how do you crack the code? How do you break through to the other side?

I may have figured it out after all these years. You're not the one who gets to decide - I have a feeling I read this phrase somewhere recently, but I'll claim it as my own for the next thirty seconds. You can want and want all you like, but you don't get to decide. Not even if you own your own business. Everybody else gets to decide - and that's not something you can control. You simply have to be there doing your thing when the opportunity to advance yourself arises. If you're good at what you do, you stand a chance of moving your chess piece in the right direction... or perhaps not. But what is absolutely certain is that if you're not doing your thing, you don't stand any chance at all.

Here's my new friend Boris on the subject:

"You could heave a brick out of the window and hit ten actors who could play my parts. I just happened to be on the right corner at the right time."

And that my friends, is quite likely to be the wisest thing anybody has ever said...

Plug A Hole In The Blog Type Post

Trying to get your act together to present yourself to the world is a tricky business. I took a few days off from blogging to write and found that when I looked at this blog having spent some time away from it, there was far too much material from other people here. Not that this was a bad thing but - despite what I might have said in the past about only having one home on the web - I see now why people like Gaiman, Joe Hill and Warren Ellis are running tumblr blogs - it allows you to expand on what you do at 'home' without diluting it. People who are into what you do aren't necessarily into the same things as you are - so I've relaunched my tumblr blog here and it will probably grow pretty fast. This last week has been fuelled by a wasps nest in my head over geting things finished. The first is my deadline for Raised on Radio is looming - I'm nearly at a point that I could call a first draft. After that, it should all move pretty swiftly as Eleanor moves in with the red pen and I start to type it up and screw it down tighter. By the end of the week, I'm also looking at launching a new series. I'm pretty excited about it as I think it's got really long legs but that's making me be a little too precious too but I shall try and stick to my Friday deadline. What I'd really like to do with it is launch it in a magazine... file under pending.

Talking of deadlines, I'm almost finished with the new bookazine for Jazz - it's easily the best work I've done on that front and (even if I say so myself) it shows. That's goes into production/design April 1st and is head for a mid-May publishing date. Somewhere in there, I also have another book that I've fallen behind with but all will be well. Honest. I just need to regroup a little but regrouping is hard when you've got two birthdays in the house in the same week and the unexpected snow that's falling appears to be accumulating fast enough to foil any plans to conquer the world.

Onwards... there are many words to put after one another. Preferably in different orders...

Aching legs, a mermaid and a cool chapter written...

I have to tell you, this You Are Your Own Gym routine is kicking my ass from one end of the street to the other and back again. I ache like I haven't ached in years and this is a good thing but trying to lower myself into the car this morning sure as hell told me I was doing something right. The other thing that I did right was to cancel my gym membership. There's nothing on offer there that can better this. So, thus far, really impressed with it and totally recommended. The downside of a harsh look at yourself is having to address things you really don't want to. My food intake has been out of control lately for no other reason than bad habits really. So last week, we decided to cut wheat from the household diet. Harsh.

Do you know how many things are made with wheat or have wheat as part of their make-up? It seems to be everything I've ever liked - but I can't handle any 'great idea' that's too complex as I never stick to it, so instead of doing a wheat free diet and having to look at every single thing in the cupboard, we came at it through the back door and simply decided that only meat, fruit and vegetables were allowed in. I've forgotten something... dairy. Dairy products are allowed as well at the moment but I'm going to have to look at that.

Anyway, all of this gym and food stuff has been propelled by a general feeling of going downhill and a need to arrest it. I guess you hit your forties and all those things you once took for granted begin to leave the building. Not that I'm knocking on heaven's door or anything like that, but I'm two Dads down and that kind of has a knock on effect in the head. Not that they had a habit of walking on the wild side or anything. Just the way the house of cards fell.

Anyway, super busy this weekend with lots of words being laid down for the day job - I'm sure those deadlines are getting closer together behind my back. On which subject - I started thinking about the next tattoo. I found this mermaid pic and it started a little chain reaction in my head. I know who I've got in mind to start the work but I reckon it's going to be at least six months in the planning before we even get started. All I know at this stage of the game is that it will be both complex and excellent by the time it's finished.

I'm chipping away at Raised on Radio on a daily basis now. I'm hoping it will be finished sooner rather than later so that I can spend more time than I currently have assigned on the design and production, but so far, so good. Other projects are also coming to the boil - by the end of the year, I should be in a really good place to launch the plan that is known behind the scenes as "2013". When I started these 'plans' in my head, it seemed really dumb to attach calendar years to them, but a fact of life is that as humans in the western world, this is how we measure our time. It works because it's easily divided into months and weeks. It's not set in stone but I can be a lazy dog sometimes and it helps - a little - to have this sort of timeframe to work within. I tried it the rock n roll way for years and got nowhere, so at least by embracing this loose plan, work is getting done. I guess it would be different if I had a publisher and agent breathing down my neck.

On days like today though, when a 3,000 word chapter on one of my favourite bands (Sweet) dripped from my fingers like they had been there all along, I don't much care.

On days like today, I know I'm doing the right thing.

Tomorrow... who knows. I was never much of a tomorrow person anyway. Let's wring this one dry first.

 

Published and Damned.

What a crazy week. This past weekend we hosted the Great British Tattoo Show at the Kensington Olympia where lots of people got tattooed (self included), lots of people got their photo taken with other people and a good time was had by all. There'll be a ton of material kicking about from that over the next few days - we're just collecting all the photo shoots together, but some bright spark forgot we were moving offices this week as well, so that kind of threw a bit of a spanner in the works. File under pending for a little while longer. The good news on that front was that earlier this week I had the opportunity to get on top of some of my own things. I took delivery of a big stack of limited edition hardback and softcover editions of Black Dye, White Noise which look brilliant. I'm pretty damn pleased with that all round - so much so that I even stayed up all of Tuesday night figuring out how to format correctly load up for the kindle, ibooks and Barnes & Noble. The kindle version went live this morning - the other two will apparently take a little longer. How much longer I'm not sure but I've heard it can be a few weeks. Once I know, I'll rustle up a post because it's pretty stupid for one route to take about 10 hours and the other to take hundreds of hours.

That leaves me free to get on with Raised On Radio next and figure out what the rest of the year has in store. I'm also working on two freaking huge monster book projects. If I can pull it off, they will be quite something to have in the arsenal. One of them has a publisher attached already, the other is a personal project that's going to take some real hard work to pull together but it will be more than worth it.

Sometimes I think that sleeping might be a good idea but that never got anybody anywhere in the twenty first century.

Anyway, while I was running up e-reader docs for Black Dye, I remembered that the red-headed step-child that is The Language of Thieves & Vagabonds had never really been pushed, so I did that too. Here's the link for it on the kindle - same thing applies for ibooks and the nook as above. I'll let you know. If anybody out there is clued in the ebook front, perhaps you could drop me a line over whether it's even worth bothering with the kobo thing?

I've said my piece on smashwords already. Using that as a shop front for your material is a joke. It might be easy and it might be free, but taking something I've worked my ass off on for months on end and handing it over to a store that's happy looking like a junk shop is not for me.

Oddly, I've just realised that nobody on the face of the planet is talking about the Sony Reader anymore. I think we need to consider that product dead and buried.

 

BANG BANG

I kind of missed having a tumblr account since I shut it down a few months back. Of all the blogging platforms, they're the ones that got it right. Not only for being easy to use but also for how interactive it is with others of the same mindset. So earlier this week, I resurrected in and played around with exporting blog posts from here and also importing things I posted there to here. It kind of works but right now, the export widget thing is busy reposting every single post I ever made here to tumblr and using up my daily allowance while I sleep. There can't be that much left as it's already gone back at least three years... it's looking pretty good even though it has killed any images that were attached - so if a post doesn't make sense, that's probably why. Meanwhile, this week has mostly consisted of putting the latest edition of the magazine to bed and finishing Tattoo Dynamite 2. This is only a mock version of the cover - the final version will be decided on sometime in the morning but for all intents and purposes, this is what it will look like when it's unleashed next week. I love doing these books but man, it's tough towards the end trying to make sure that you didn't forget anything. I especially dislike proofing my own work. There's nothing worse than looking for mistakes in a piece of work you've seen at least twenty times, but we're nearly there now. If anybody in it happens to be passing by here, thanks! That's all - thanks. Couldn't have done it without you.

And now that one is complete, it's back to normal with a regular run of magazines for a few months which should leave me with enough time to wrap up Raised on Radio before it starts getting hyper busy again. If you've been following the train of thought on here over the years, I'd also like to state for the record that Almost Human is now officially a work in progress as is a special edition of the Black Dye, White Noise project. Wait until you see it... it's an out and out peach.

So today, being as there's still work to do, I shall leave you with this:

A FEEDING FRENZY

I hate getting up early, and yet whenever I do I always find it's actually a pretty good start to the day. Yesterday I got up early enough to catch the postman which meant I got handed my package instead of having to drive to the collection office. Package in question? A delicious mint condition vinyl copy of Queensryche's Operation Mindcrime. Today, having gotten up early again, I'm hoping that Empire - the next part of the deal - will turn up but if not, all is not lost. No - today I am sitting on two albums that I've been waiting on for so damn long, I don't know which to play first. Shinedown's last album has been one of the 'constant companions' in the car since it came out. I expect the same from Amaryllis. There's not a hope in hell that it's going to be bad, it's more a question of just how good is it. I might need to be in the mood for the other one. The new Mars Volta album - Noctourniquet - is going to need time and space to get to grips with. It deserves that much - and if you read any reviews of it that suddenly appear online this week, those writers are doing you an injustice. There's no way on earth that you can review a Mars Volta album properly without living with it for at least a month.

I think I ordered some old Mott the Hoople t-shirt as well. I should probably pay more attention to these things.

Anyway, that little swag will keep me company for the next few days - which are looking pretty busy. I've got some first drafts here of Raised on Radio that I need to look at, but I'll certainly miss the deadline of the end of March that I was working towards. April is fine though. I can live with that. Note to self: change the graphic on the home page. Meanwhile, its the Doctor Who bash this weekend. Am I ready for it? Well, kind of. Being as the writing crew will be there, it's more of a research trip than anything else, but I am prepared for any eventuality. The script is finished but still needs more work. That's OK - nobody is expecting it, it's a personal thing. I think the ending is weak and even though I can well imagine how ripped apart it would get in a real-life scenario, that's not the point. I may need a hair cut but I'm still a professional.

Video for today? In the spirit of the post, how about this: