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Today in Bull***t: Book reviews, honest criticism and outright attacks.


Why did I ever read that tweet from Jon Del Arroz? This has been on my mind all day and stopped me from getting on with my work. So, in an effort to get the job done, here’s my two penneth.
Question: What is the purpose of Goodreads?
Answer: To provide a space where people can post their reviews of books they have read.
D&C makes a good point, why would you want to disconnect from readers. The answer is a simple one. Too many of them are toxic. They don’t actually want you to improve, they want you to do as they say. D&C is projecting here, he honestly (I hope) believes that the majority of reviewers are like himself, reviewing material in the hope that something good will come of it. The guy loves his industry, you can see that in every review that he does. When its good he says that it is, even if he clearly can’t stand the writer. When it’s bad he’ll say it is too, even if the guy’s someone he likes. The industry is clearly the most important thing to him.
Roxane Gay, on the one hand, looks like she’s trying to protect writers from the worst elements on Goodreads, the ones that went after Laura Moriarty and her book American Hearts. Which is funny because I’m fairly sure that if you were to Venn Diagram Laura, Roxane and the reviewers according to their beliefs I’m sure you’d be left with a single group, just one big fat old circle. There’s an element of projection here too, though I doubt that she’d see it that way.

For me, there are four camps. In the first, you have the guys and gals that just don’t care what others think. They can read a thousand negative reviews before breakfast, laugh at them and continue to write their next best selling tome. Then there are the products of the uni’s turning out MFA’s, who write literature with a capital L and slum it in other genres. These peeps have the mental grit of a toddler in a toy store and any negativity is likely to cause a meltdown. The third group are the vast majority of professional writers, who use Goodreads like any other tool. These guys are both Trad pubbed and Self, sometimes a hybrid of the two. Lastly, you have the self-pubbers, the ones that have come to the game in Amazons brave new world. They come in all shapes and sizes, but the desire to be their own boss drives them ever onwards. Genuine reviews are gold for these guys, as they truly do show the path forward.
Reality check time. Some reviewers are toxic. They have no desire to help you, they only want to ensure that you stick to THE NARRATIVE. If you don’t know what the narrative is I suggest you find out and pdq too. These are reviewers in bad faith. They will do everything they can, up to and including actual threats to ensure that you stick to THE NARRATIVE. The ones most at risk from these clowns? The guys and gals in groups 2&4. Group 2 see them as their target audience, while group four can be terrified by the noise produced.
Writers need feedback. They need it to be genuine, and they need it to be agenda-free. The best example I can give? Take a look at Tuesday Reviews, the mans a one-man reading machine who always dives right to the heart of a book. Seriously, I’m in awe of the man. If he tells you there’s a problem with your book you best listen. Find others on Goodreads that seek to do as he does and get your feedback from them, you won’t regret it.

Anywho, that’s all for now
Take care


As always, comments are truly welcome below.

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Today in Bulls***t: Not your story to write.

A new category for me, a probably irregular look at something, in particular, that’s caught my eye, something that’s really made my blood boil. Today, it’s the people attacking a YA author (Laura Moriarty) for bringing out a book that they don’t think she should have written, that she, in their opinion, had no right to write. Big shout out to Jon Del Arroz who brought this up on Twitter earlier.
From the blurb:

Imagine a United States in which registries and detainment camps for Muslim-Americans are a reality.

Fifteen-year-old Sarah-Mary Williams of Hannibal, Missouri, lives in this world, and though she has strong opinions on almost everything, she isn’t concerned with the internments because she doesn’t know any Muslims. She assumes that everything she reads and sees in the news is true, and that these plans are better for everyone’s safety.

But when she happens upon Sadaf, a Muslim fugitive determined to reach freedom in Canada, Sarah-Mary at first believes she must turn her in. But Sadaf challenges Sarah-Mary’s perceptions of right and wrong, and instead Sarah-Mary decides, with growing conviction, to do all she can to help Sadaf escape.

The two set off on a desperate journey, hitchhiking through the heart of an America that is at times courageous and kind, but always full of tension and danger for anyone deemed suspicious.

Now, would I read this book? Nope. I’m old, I’m male and I haven’t had an interest in YA lit since reading Harry Potter to my kids as a bedtime story. Also, the names she’s chosen for the main characters grate in my inner ear. Sarah-Mary? I’d have gone with Sarah-Mae. I’d also probably have gone with Salah for Sadaf too. The premise sounds interesting though, and if I was looking for something for my 13-year-old granddaughter to pick up I’d happily buy it for her. Sounds like there’s some action, a bit of adventure and a friendship story in there, and I know she likes all three. Here you go, take my money. I’d have to wait until next year though, because, and this is key here; the book hasn’t been published yet.
Not been published, and yet it has 20 reviews, and not one is from an advance reader copy. 20 reviews from people who haven’t even read the book. 20 people who are offended merely because this book exists. Why are they offended? White Knighting comes up a lot, as does it offends me because Muslim Internment camps are real (no there not, I checked.) Guilty of whiteness gets a check mark too.
Ahh man, the bull***t is so strong with this one, but the thing I keep seeing, again and again, is ‘this wasn’t your story to tell’. Really, whose story is it then? Did Laura go up to a POC and steal this idea from her? No? Then it’s her bloody story to tell then, isn’t it? It came from her imagination, is peopled by imaginary characters that she has created in a world that is a fantasy, because, and I cannot stress this enough Muslim Internment Camps do not exist. Not one. Not one single person in the USA has received a knock on the door from a police officer, been asked if they are guilty of being a Muslim and whisked away into detention. NOT ONE. If you can prove me wrong I will happily retract, but until that point, nope, not having it.
Writers tell stories. Anything that comes out of their imagination is for them to tell if they so desire it. There have been many times when I’ve had a story idea and then thought, ‘Nah, not my story to tell’ usually because it’s in a genre that doesn’t interest me. Write a Mills and Boon Romance, not going to happen, those aren’t my stories to tell.
At the moment.
We all know what’s happening here though don’t we, we’ve seen how this plays out. A book is written, howler monkeys scream about it, making as much noise as they can across social media. As the publication date gets closer the shrieking will intensify. It’s going to get so much worse for Laura, so much pressure is going to be put on her to withdraw her own book (not that she can, not with a Trad-Pub contract) and HarperCollins will do nothing to shield her. Their (howler monkeys) intention is to get the book stopped, and they will make as much noise as they can to do so.
As an end thought, let me ask you this: How many of the people ‘reviewing’ this book would have actually bought it? None is the answer, not one of them. These are not customers lost, there is nothing on earth that could have made them buy one of Moriarty’s books. The people that they’ll stop from buying it? They’d never have bought the book either. Despite all the screaming, the ‘oh you’ve hurt my fee fee’s’ not even a single sale has gone, and I hope Laura Moriarty knows that.
Their rage is bull***t.

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Comics, PulpRev, and Diversity

or, That word you’re using? I don’t think you know what it means.

First, take a look at this:
Where to start with this?
Well, Folks like Diversity and Comics have dismantled the ‘diverse’ writers listed by this idiot so much better than I could. You should check out their videos, you won’t regret it. I’ve read the comics put out by the trio, and can honestly say that it felt like completely wasted time. Mainly because none of them are in reality diverse.
I know diverse. My early childhood was spent being a white kid being brought up by a lovely black stepfather, alongside three siblings. When my mom divorced him (I was 12) I was gutted. He spoke French as a first language, cooked the most amazing Mauritian food and was a devout Hindu. He loved music and the house was filled with everything from Demis Roussos to Boney M to Rachmaninov. His real love though was reggae, a love which infected me at that early age. UB40 and Bob Marley are still my go-to guys when I need comfort for my soul. He was NOTHING like the fathers of any of my friends.
There were other stepfathers, and at one point when my mom was experimenting a stepmother. Interesting times.
You grow up and you have kids. My eldest is trans, male to female. I knew from an early age that she would never be happy in a male body. I’ve never seen anyone so happy that their outside now matches their inside. That’s all I’m prepared to say on that matter. One of my stepkids is gay. His boyfriend is a prat, but not because he’s gay. Mainly because he’d agree wholeheartedly with the above viewpoint. I’ve been married twice, once to a very committed feminist, the second to a very committed Christian.
So yeah, I know a little bit about what the above chap/ess thinks is diversity.
I know that he’s wrong too.
I  know that what he thinks is diversity is nothing of the sort, as each one tells the same story, over and over again. Then they use artwork to really hammer home the points that they’re trying to make. They cannot be diverse because each one ‘creates’ identical’ work, and it’s really, really tedious. Why would anyone hand over serious money every month to read something that is no different than the last? Superman as a character is pretty tedious. He’s essentially invulnerable, can turn back time if the film is to be believed and fires laser beams out of his eyes! Having the story about him and him alone every week would be so tiresome you’d pour bleach into your eyes to escape the monotony. Instead, the story is rarely about him, but rather about the people around him, and that’s why he’s still going. America, Devil Dinosaur, and Ms Marvel? All about them.
Which brings me around to the guys and gals that sit under the PulpRev banner. Here you have real diversity, and not just limited to the individuals sexual/political orientation. The story is the key, with entertainment the desired outcome, not education or promotion of ideology. How long will it be before someone of the above ilk tries to infiltrate? Pretty soon I’d wager, but they’ll fail, and it won’t take. Too many ‘individuals’ for a start, and any attempt to make them produce a story that fits a false idea of diversity will be met with ridicule.
Show me new worlds. Excite me with your ideas, challenge my preconceptions, and if the hero happens to be gay, or black or trans I won’t give a damn. Make the story all about said hero and I’ll be bored, and that’s the point that Marvel has arrived at. They’ve got it ass-backward, and the pulprev crowd hasn’t. Entertain me with real diversity, diversity of ideas, and I’ll hand over my money in a heartbeat. Try and sell me a pig in a poke and you’ll never get another penny.

Do yourself a favor, head on over to PulpRev and sample some real diversity.

Until next time,
take care guys


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Writing Journal Day 21

Wow, three weeks of writing full-time under my belt, yay for me!

A really good days work for me, close to 3000 words done, some scenes that I’m really excited about and the WiP beginning to feel like it’s gelling. Sometimes it really is like you’re getting to play with all the toys in the playground and I’ve gotta tell ya, it’s great! I’ve cut down drastically on the distractions and upped my calorific intake, it seems to have had a beneficial effect.

 Now I read an interesting piece highlighted by the always thought-provoking H.P, and it did its job well. The author of said piece was making three points: the need for craft, the need for gatekeepers, and how hard it is to be a professional writer. I found myself in agreement with some points, but…not so much on others. First though, take a look at the picture above. that’s my personal output for the last three years. That’s all the material that I have no intention of showing to anyone else, ever. Bits and pieces, all with one aim: to learn more about the craft of writing. There are ideas aplenty in there, as well as descriptions, workbook pieces, dialoguing and attempts at genres that I have no intention of writing in (Mills and Boon style romance? Not for me folks!) just so that I can work out of my comfort zone. To stretch myself. The reader deserves craft more than anything else because the reader is paying good money for what we as writers are offering.

Then there was the part where he’s discussing submitting his own work to various venues. I assume that this was some time ago because he refers to snail mail unless it’s still a preferred format? I wouldn’t know, I have no desire to go down that route. This is where the writer and I differ. He clearly saw acceptance and publication through these gatekeepers as proof that he was/is a writer. That’s fine, as far as it goes, but I’m hearing the same old lament: if you don’t take the same journey, then you have no right to consider yourself my equal. You are not…a WRITER. *Elaborate hand flourish, deep bow.*
Now, please don’t think that I’m in any way offended. None was intended and I have no desire to take any. What I object to is the fetishising of the writing career. Writers are not special. If I had wanted to be I’d have worked harder at school, gone to med school and become a doctor. I didn’t, so I’m not. What I am though is a writer, because I write. I sit my big old backside down on a chair in front of my computer every day at nine am and I put words onto the screen, moving whatever story I’m working on forwards as best I can. And I love doing it, I love dipping into the sea of my personal dreams and moulding them into elements that I hope will entertain my future readers. I’m looking forward to getting feedback from the only gatekeepers I accept, namely my first reader, my dearly beloved, and then my alphas. After that will come an editor, and then I’ll self-publish. I like to be in control, and I see no benefit in having someone I have no desire to impress tell me whether my work is good or bad. Now if a reader feels that way, that’s a different matter. But a publisher?
Na ah, not interested.
Lastly, he describes his own creative process. It sounds pretty intense if I’m honest. Very, artistic. I’m not, and never will be in the great art business. Does that mean that I’ll never be a great writer? Probably. Ultimately, I’m okay with that too. I have no desire to make my soul bleed to fill each page with meaning. I want to entertain. Nothing more and nothing less.
That’s it for today folks,
Take care

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Writing Journal Days 10-20

Life has a funny way of getting in the way…
That being said, I’ve managed to maintain an average of two thousand words a day. The shame is that it could easily have been more, except I’m too easily distracted. Still, I have noticed that the word count trend is going upwards, and that’s a good thing.
I’m still working on the sci-fi short story, the first draft is finished and so I’ve put it to one side while I work on completing the outline for the second piece. It’s coming along nicely and I’m finding the Rural and Urban thesauri very helpful in getting into the moods I need for specific settings. They’re by Angela Ackerman and Becca Puglisi and very, very useful. Cheap too, for what you’re getting.
One more thing. Many people in your life won’t see writing as a realistic occupation and will instead attempt to spend the most precious resource you have: Time. Do. Not. Let. Them! seriously, nothing will derail your attempts to write like friends and family that believe that writing is something you should do as well as a full-time job. Be firm and be fair, but stand your ground, don’t give an inch. After all, you owe it to yourself to really try and make a go of this.

Until next time folks
Take care

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Writing Journal: Days 7-9

Warning: this piece contains spoilers regarding Wynonna Earp.

Half days for Little Miss for the start of this week, meaning not as much time for the writing as I would have hoped. Other factors limited my time as well, but, well that’s life really isn’t it? I still managed to get nearly 2000 words a day written, so it’s not that bad. The first draft of the short story is written, badly (it really is terrible, I uploaded it onto my Kindle and laughed at how bad it was!) and there’s plenty of material in the sandbox. I think a cat might have got in and pooped in it too, you know how they like to do that.
I started doing this a while back as a way of motivating myself and learning the ins and outs of preparing a book for publication. Not that I’m a control freak, but…I totally am. It’s easy enough, provided you have a Kindle, Scrivener, and Calibre.
And who doesn’t have those, amirite?
So with the first draft finished I began on the outline for my next story, again, something that’s been going around and around in my head for a while now. It’s horror, my favorite genre, and concerns a paranormal investigation. So far I’m having a lot of fun getting that outline down on paper. I did have a minor heart-attack when my computer froze on me a thousand plus words in (damned windows 10 update!!!) but, as usual, my autosaving had kicked in, both in-program and cloud and I lost nothing. Sometimes being a control freak has its advantages. After lunch I began revising the short story, adding a lot of detail to the somewhat lacking skeleton. It’s feeling better already.


That’s all for now guys
Take care

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Writing Journal Days 5-6

I took Saturday off, under the provisions of the ‘Happy Wife, Happy Life act of 2001’. Sunday was a good day for writing though, as the boss was doing stuff with the under boss. Lil Buddy was at Daddy’s, so it made perfect sense to work on the revised outline on the story. It has a provisional name now, Debt Paid, but we’ll see how that goes.
I like outlining, mainly because I find that if I try to pants something I write a lot slower. By outlining I allow myself to see the story in its entirety, get it down on paper in list form and then fill in the gaps. If you can write without having to do this more power to your elbow, my friends, it just doesn’t work for me. I do hope that after I’ve done it I’ll only have to do one more draft, and that’s more of a polish/edit. There have been a couple of times today when I’ve strayed into pantsing territory and considered pushing through, but instead, I’m going to let it percolate until I can add more to the outline. More work for tomorrow, but it’s a nice problem to have.
Speaking of nice problems, I’m hoping to start outlining a horror story this week, to begin working on next. Thursday if things well. Here’s hoping.

Over at PC Bushi, I came across an interesting piece by Gitabushi. Gitabushi has been having problems with ERB and I know exactly where he’s coming from. Now I loved Tarzan when I read it, ERB swept me along with the tale, transporting me with a fantastic story that I loved reading. Then I read Pellucidor and I struggled. Not a lot, but there was noticeable effort to finish it. I certainly wasn’t swept away. Lastly, I turned to the first of John Carter’s many adventures.
And stopped less than half way through.
Why? Well, for all of the reasons that Gitabushi has mentioned, and a few more. Reasons, I suspect that have a lot to do with the dreaded pantsing. The book had so many fantastic ideas that it made your head spin, but what it didn’t have was a great deal of internal consistency. It annoyed me intensely, and with so much great material out there closing the EPUB was an easy task.
Besides, I had Ringworld to read again, and what a joy that was. Go on and read Gitabushis post, it’s well worth your time, you won’t regret it.

Until next time
Take care


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Writing Journal Day 4

Day 4 began with something of an epiphany: The story, as you’re writing it, is wrong. I’d hit some road blocks as I was assembling the outline, but nothing that really rang any alarm bells. When I came to writing the story that changed drastically. I liked the idea, as well as the concept, as well as the characters, but the location seemed wrong. In the past, that voice would have led me to delete the entirety of the story so far and begin again. Not this time though. With a solid block of time in front of me, I could see how with just a few changes I could easily bring it into line.
I sat back and thought, doodling on my notepad until the thing that had been lurking, or perhaps hiding, at the back of my mind came forwards. Time was what was wrong, added to location. If I moved the piece forward in time, I could deal with the second quarter of my story by adding a segment that had been playing in the old skull cinema. The story would also feed into something else I’ve been thinking about over the last three years.
I began to outline again, moving the characters around, adding a few more that had suddenly become necessary and felt the whole damned thing click into place. What a fantastic feeling. Come the second draft though I’m going to have one hell of a lot of rewriting to do.

Lunchtime and Lil Buddy was eating her pasta (animal shapes, in a white sauce, heavy on the butter) while I flicked through my blog list. First up was Jon Del Arroz’s site. You can find it here. I didn’t really get past this one, though I did have a gander at passive guy, you know, as you do.
I’ve read some of Jons work now, and I can honestly say I like it. I certainly liked For Steam and Country enough to not only buy a copy for myself, but also for my 14-year-old grandson who fits right in with what I hope is the target demographic. Jon wanted to talk about the grief he’s been getting for asking a simple question to a professional magazine.
I’m paraphrasing here but it went something like this “You have, and actively solicit for women only months. When will you do the same for men?”
The question wasn’t answered of course. Instead, he got abuse and vitriol. For daring to ask a question.
Which brings me back around to self-publishing. I take a look at the market for selling books and I don’t see anyone that would be interested in me. Or even a bloke like me. You know, white, wrong side of 30 and straight. Then there’s Amazon, and they’re saying “come to us, self-pub, we don’t give a monkey about any of that stuff. If your works good you’ll sell, if it’s not, well you’ll go hungry. It’s all on you, neighbor!” I can live with that. What I can’t live with is the energy required to have to deal with small minded people who think the way to help people is to say “You’re really not good enough, so what we’re going to do is skew the playing field so that customers think you are.” That’s how you get IYWADML, and its ilk.
My last thought on the matter is: if you thought you weren’t doing something wrong, why would you be so defensive? It’s childish, the behaviour of toddlers not adults, and I should know, right?

Keep up the good work Jon, and neevr forget “Illegitimi non carborundum”.

That’s all for tonight guys.
Take care

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Writing Journal Days 1-3

Okay, so it’s three and a half years after I first intended to become a full-time writer. I was all set up, ready to begin, money put by in the bank to take the chance, and then POW, Lil Buddy turned up. Grandfather on Sunday, appointed guardian the next.
Talk about the ultimate turnaround.
Lil Buddy is four now, so cute it hurts just to look at her for too long, and I’ve learned a hell of a lot about being a parent. Now I’ve been a Daddy since I was 21 years old (I’m *cough* 46 *cough* now) so I thought I knew it all. Yeah, no. I knew about being a Daddy, but it turns out I knew jack crap about being a full-time parent. I learned a lot. I laughed a lot. And I had one hell of a great time.
I also read every book on writing craft that I could get my hands on. I read good books, I read bad books and I even read books that contradicted themselves on the same page. Not later on, but on the same. damn. page. Story Engineering and Story Physics stand out for me, both books had a great deal of solid, useful advice that had real practical uses. Writing Science Fiction by Orson Scott Card, along with his book on writing characters are also worthy of an honorable mention. As for the rest…well, you pays your money and takes the risk.
Back on Tuesday Lil Buddy began school. We’d tried her at playgroup, she hated it and screamed, nursery, she’d hated it and screamed and so when it came to school we were a little anxious. That’s a lie; we were terrified. Turns out we needn’t have been, she made a BFF, they totally love each other and getting her to come home from school is the problem, not getting her to stay there. No tears, no tantrums, just good fun. This week she only has half days, but next week its full and we’re both looking forward to that!
Which makes writing a lot easier.

Tuesday I managed to get started on a short story I’ve been going over in my head for a while now. It’s an action adventure, all soldiers, and guns and a lass that needs to be rescued. All very pulp and I like that. I’m just flexing my mental muscles at the moment, resisting the urge to delete the story as I write it is proving difficult, but I’m managing. Will it ever see print? Yes, because I want to go through the process of self-pubbing and this short is as good a place to start as any. Right now I’m just throwing sand into the playbox and seeing what I can create out of it, I’m having a ball and already looking forward to the inevitable rewrite down the line. I’ve also learned that no matter how much research you do, you always find something else that needs looking into before you’ve even gotten through the first scene.

For those that want to know I’m using Scrivener for Windows, my word counts so far this week have been 1765, 1254, and 1415.

Thanks for reading this
Take care guys


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Latest News: August 6th 2017

I know, I know, so very quiet as of late.
Well, there’s a reason for that. Not so very long ago my father in law, a thoroughly decent, honest and hard-working man received the kind of news that no man ever wants to hear. “George” his GP told him “your prostate cancer has spread, it’s now present throughout your body. If you’re lucky you have 3 months to live if you’re not lucky it could be as little as a fortnight.”
He wasn’t lucky. He got more than a fortnight, but not much more.
He made it past that fortnight, though not by much and passed away last Monday, at peace his hands held by the two women who loved him most: his daughter and wife. The funeral was on Thursday. There are times in your life when you have to step up and do whatever you can to help those you love. That means that you get less time to do what you want to do, and that’s as it should be.

So, my reading and writing took a big hit over the last few months, my usual two books a week becoming two books in 6 weeks. One of those two books I started yesterday and finished today. That’s right, I read Jeffro’s Appendix N in under 24 hours and a cracking good read it was too. I’m planning a more in depth look at it in the next few days now that life is finally returning to normal.

There are four weeks of the summer holidays left. Four glorious weeks during which we’ll do everything we can to enjoy the wonderful gift of life that we’ve been given. There are places to go to, places to see and a little buddy that is going to have some very special memories at the end of them. When it comes to end school starts and with it the beginning of my career as a professional writer.

I can hardly wait.