After yesterday’s post, which was more about mental health than it was about making art, let me show you a bit of the flip side of demon-haunted Scott. It’s the Scott that brought Grimnir to life; the angry Scott. The rage-born Scott. The Ezekiel 25:17 Scott . . . A short time after posting, yesterday,... Continue Reading →
The Subtle Art of Getting Out of my Own Way
We’ve all heard it said before, in one fashion or another; some iteration of “that boy is his own worst enemy!” And we know what that idiom is referring to: that particular brand of artist/writer/what-have-you who either self-sabotages themselves into failure, or else succeeds in spite of, rather than because of, themselves. Friends, that is... Continue Reading →
The Eldritch and the Weird
My post on HBO’s Rome being the pinnacle of filmed S&S generated a bit of conversation in online spaces. One question I had is this: what draws you, Gentle Reader, to S&S? Is it the action? The eldritch sorcery? The vibe? The world-building? Or is it all the above? I ask this because, while the... Continue Reading →
The Truth, Inasmuch As I Know It . . .
Maudlin over the passing of the great Ray Stevenson (who starred in a host of movies and such, but will forever be legionary Titus Pullo from HBO’s Rome, in my eyes), I got to thinking. And thinking led me to discover a truth about myself, about my relationship with fantasy fiction in general and sword-and-sorcery... Continue Reading →
Dreams and Things
You've seen The Godfather III, right? There's a scene where an aging Michael Corleone is lamenting the fact he can't seem to escape his criminal past. "Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in!" Yeah, I feel this. So there I am, sleeping, minding my own business, when suddenly my subconscious... Continue Reading →
Fortune Favors . . .?
I wrote these words six years ago: It hurts my heart, sometimes, when I read over the advice people give to those who aspire to write. "The pay is horrible; the odds are long. You'll more than likely die in poverty, an unheard-of artist in your rotting garret. Best to get a real job and... Continue Reading →
And The Winner Is . . .
Had a long chat with my agent, yesterday, and decided upon my post-Shevatas novel. It has a working title, but I'm not going to share it at the moment. The project exists as a brief synopsis and several pages of notes. And, it's not one of the projects I've mentioned in the past. In fact,... Continue Reading →
A Wheel, A Song, A Book . . .
In a moment of self-reflection, I wondered if one thing that keeps me from reaching my fullest potential as a writer of fantasy is my stubborn refusal to write a series. Writing three books in sequence gave me enough of a hassle; I can't imagine writing five, or six, or ten. But, expansive and immersive... Continue Reading →
Can You Imagine . . .?
Can you imagine how odd the world might be, now, if back in the early 00s Robert Jordan's wife had made a different call? What if she'd called a new writer from Alabama rather than a new writer from Utah to talk about completing her husband's legacy, the Wheel of Time? Sounds far-fetched, doesn't it?... Continue Reading →