>Outside My Realm

>I’m in the midst of editing a novel for an online friend. Only trouble is, it’s not my type of story. It’s fantasy, which I’ve read at times but which I tend to find overwrought and overly descriptive. Still, I can recognize that my friend’s done a good job avoiding the annoying parts of the genre while still staying true to the core. And I can edit almost anything for basic style, grammar, and sense, which is mainly what she wanted from me anyway.

This brings up some interesting questions. My “day job” consists of technical editing, and I’ve worked as a writer and editor in a number of different areas over the years: newspaper, magazines and journals, public relations. I’ve learnd two primary lessons—I don’t want to write for someone else for a living (because then I lose interest in writing for myself), and I don’t want to work with any subject matter that holds no interest for me, as writer or editor.

My current writing is gay romance. This is a spinoff from fan fiction I’ve written recently, but I’ve written fanfic in the past without crossing over into original fiction. I’ve tried, but it’s never worked for me. I’m not really sure what made the difference this time. I’m also writing much longer stories now than I did previously.

For those of you who are writers or editors, do you stick with a specific genre, subject matter, even length? If so, how did you get started working with that type of material? How much do you experiment outside your usual “comfort” range? Have you ever tried something new and loved it? Tried something new and found it just didn’t work for you? What do you think it is that makes the difference?

>Drabble: In the Dark

>She has always hated noir. Pretentious and self-congratulating, it leaves her cold as a Chicago winter, empty as the spaces life has left in her heart. The outside world provides more than enough darkness and paranoia for her taste. She does not need it disguised as entertainment.

She watches now only out of apathy, unwilling to expend the energy it would take to argue her date’s choice. He is engrossed, enthralled, and she flinches as he reaches out in the darkness, his fingers wrapping icicles around her hand.

On the screen, the hero abandons the girl, and she shivers, remembering.

>Seven Questions With William Cooper

>Broken Bones, Mended Hearts
By William Cooper
eBook, Dreamspinner Press, May 2010

Periodically, I’ll be featuring a short interview with an author here. My first victim … er, guest is Dreamspinner author William Cooper. Special thanks to Rachel West for the e-introduction!

Let’s start with the basics: what’s your story about, and how can readers get their hands on it?

My story is about two college guys who’ve been best friends for years. After Noah, the main character, is attacked outside the library, Mark realizes how much he really cares for his best friend.

How did you get started writing fiction?

I started writing fiction back in middle school. My seventh grade teacher gave us an assignment—take one of our favorite novels and rewrite the ending to it. Ever since then, I’ve been writing non-stop.

Where did the inspiration for “Broken Bones, Mended Hearts” come from?

In part, it’s based on my own best friend. Like Mark, my best friend has always been there for me through everything. (Though sadly, he doesn’t have a romantic interest in me.)

The story was originally written for Dreamspinner’s A Brush of Wings anthology. When I read the prompt about stories about angels, I thought of a figurative angel, rather than a literal one. And Mark is Noah’s angel.

How much time do you spending writing—by the day, week, month, however you define it?

I try to write every day. Some days I only manage to get a couple paragraphs done, others I’m practically glued to my keyboard. I have a whole folder filled with random scenes and drabbles that I popped into my head that I had to write down. Some I’ll probably never use, but occasionally I go back through them and add to them or use them in a WIP.

How do you write, physically speaking? Longhand, laptop, desktop, inside or out, at a desk, comfy chair, in bed?

90% of my writing is done on my laptop. I write pretty much wherever I am—at home at my desk, in the middle of my Ancient Literature class, or even while I’m working at the flea market. I always have a notebook with me in case I need to jot down a quick scene or idea. A large part of “Broken Bones, Mended Hearts” was written during my British Literature class. (Sorry, Dr. Chuska.)

What’s the most challenging part of the writing process for you? What comes easiest?

The hardest part of the writing process is the waiting. I’m extremely impatient so I’m constantly pacing waiting for replies. It seems like a lot of the writing process is waiting—waiting for your beta reader, waiting for an acceptance/rejection, waiting for edits, waiting for a proof copy, waiting for a cover and then waiting for release. Sometimes I think I’m in the wrong field when I think about all the waiting I have to do.

The easiest part is coming up with the story. I’ve constantly got stories floating around in my head so it’s not hard to pick one and turn it into words. (Although it’s hard to stick to one very long sometimes.)

What are your long-term goals as a writer?

My long-term goal is to make my living as a writer. I’d love to be able to spend my days writing and get paid for it. Maybe then my friends will stop looking at me like I’m mental when I say I’d rather sit home and write then go out to a party.

>Review: Everything Under the Sun by Rachel West

>Everything Under the Sun
by Rachel West
eBook, Dreamspinner Press, May 2010

Seth or Alex? Nineteen-year-old Chris has a choice to make—past versus present, old flame versus new—and it’s tougher than it seems. In her first novel, West has drawn three strong, sympathetic main characters, making the reader’s choice as difficult as Chris’s. Backed by an equally strong supporting cast, the three men navigate their way through physical intimacy and emotional timebombs, leading to an ending that leaves the reader with lingering sadness for the odd man out but just as thrilled with the final couple as they are with each other. And let’s not forget the sex, which is amazing, sensual and hot, with an astounding depth of feeling (whether good or bad) underlying the pure physicality.

>Works in Progress: Summer Stock

>”So tell me all your secrets.”

Ethan’s gaze snapped back up to meet Jason’s, sure he was caught checking out his new roommate, but Jason’s face was relaxed and his eyes closed, lashes casting dark shadows on the ridges of his cheekbones. “You’re supposed to keep me out of trouble this summer, right?” Jason continued, a note of humor in his voice. “Or do I have to go through some elaborate hazing ritual first?”

Ethan laughed a little at that and relaxed, too, settling onto his side on his bed, propping his head up with one hand. “I think rooming with me is enough punishment for anyone,” he said, drawing a chuckle from Jason. “What do you want to know?”

Jason shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest, eyes still shut. “Anything that’ll help,” he said. “People to avoid? Food not to eat? Where the poison ivy hides?”

Ethan rolled onto his stomach, folding his hands under his head and resting his cheek against the backs of his fingers. “People to avoid, not many,” he said. “Mostly Don doesn’t put up with any nonsense. Some rookie usually gets full of their own worth within the first few weeks and gets put into place pretty quickly. It’s kind of like boot camp, really. Not that bad, but they do kind of tear you down so they can build you back up.”

Jason nodded, eyes finally opening, focusing on Ethan’s face. “Got it,” he said. “No ego trips.” He shrugged again, grinning. “Not likely to be an issue anyway. I’m fully aware I’m pretty much a rank beginner here. I never even took a drama class until my junior year in high school.”

Curious now, Ethan lifted his head and an eyebrow. “How’d that work anyway?” he said. “It’s kind of hard for me to imagine. I’ve been acting since I was a kid in some form or another. How’d you get into it so late?”

Jason dropped his head forward and gave a lopsided smile. “My best friend wanted to do it,” he said. “We both had an elective spot open, and she’d done some community theater stuff and liked it, so she talked me into it. And the rest–“

“Oh no no no,” Ethan interrupted, waggling a finger. “No cliches! We’ll get enough of that when we start reading scripts, trust me.”

Jason grinned then. “Okay, okay, so let’s just say I got my foot caught in the door.”

>Submitting

>I’ve just send in my second-ever fiction submission (not counting a handful of drabbles published in a long-defunct webzine). The first submission came many years ago, when I knew much less about writing and publishing than I do now. I chose an inappropriate market and didn’t put enough effort into editing, so naturally, it was rejected.

Everyone knows that rejection is difficult. Unfortunately, it’s a fact of life for an author, especially one who’s just testing the waters. It’s easy enough to find suggestions and recommendations for ways to improve the odds of success, but much harder to implement them. Writing workshops, critique groups, “beta” readers, professional editing; at what point does it become too much? When do you reach a point of diminishing returns?

The story I’ve just submitted was originally written as fanfiction, which means that it’s been edited and read in a different form already. For that reason, I chose not to go through the workshop/critique whirlwind this time, ready to accept a rejection if it comes. Call it impatience, but at this point, I’d rather expend the energy on stories that aren’t yet completed. If this submission is rejected, then I’ll decide whether to put in the additional effort to try again.

Eventually, I’ll probably also return to that first story and give it more polish than it had on the first try. It’s a learning process, and I’m fully willing to admit that I’m still a rank beginner.

>Review: Sinner, Baker, Fabulist, Priest; Red Mask, Black Mask, Gentleman, Beast

>Sinner, Baker, Fabulist, Priest; Red Mask, Black Mask, Gentleman, Beast
by Eugie Foster
Originally published in Interzone, February 2009
Reprinted in Apex, August 2009
Winner, 2009 Nebula Awards, Best Novellette


Fantasy, science fiction, fairy tale, or horror? No matter. “Sinner, Baker …” invokes multiple genres as its protagonist navigates a world where every morning begins life anew and nothing is real. Each new face brings a new reality, none lasting to the next day. Foster brilliantly peels back mask after mask, revealing truth one layer at a time, until both protagonist and reader are stripped bare. Has the protagonist found a true calling, or simply a mind shattered like the masks left behind?