Monday, April 25, 2011

Exiles of Eden—Brad Torgersen

I consider myself a blue-collar writer. Like your father or your grandfather or maybe your great-grandfather, I never throw exiles-of-edenanything out. My writing garage is filled with bits and pieces, odds and ends, all sorts of debris accumulated over the last 19 years. Most of it hasn't seen the light of day in a long time. Frankly, most of it doesn't deserve to see the light of day. But there are occasional moments when I wander into that writing garage, looking for a specific part or a chunk of something -- and I find the kernel of what could be a good story.

"Exiles of Eden" started off that way. There was an old story I'd written in 1996 -- back when I was very brand new at this gig. Not a very competently-told tale, to be honest. Clearly the work of a green writer. It had made the rounds of the (then) markets, and gotten rejected. But I'd always been fond of the central character and his predicament: a human being whose mind has been recorded into the memory banks of an interstellar warship, then flung off into the galaxy to do battle with an overwhelmingly implacable alien menace.

So I did what I've done several times as of late: I threw the kernel of that old story into the machine parts cleaner, brushed off the corrosion and the rust and the old oil, then set about constructing an entirely new adventure around that lone, refreshed concept.

Only, this time Rordy the recorded human wasn't alone. I gave him friends. And a much longer history. And an alien foe so literally awful it had wiped humanity utterly from the galaxy. Or so Rordy had been assuming for too many years. Until his ancient friend Wanda showed up. Wanda, with whom there had been so many unexplored possibilities, in the time right before the Earth's sun went supernova...

Obviously, I like to play with "big" concepts. Virtual immortality. Replicant tech. Love and relationships that span centuries, or millennia. Invincible monsters hiding under your (galactic) bed. The end of the frickin' world, and so forth.

But I try to play with these concepts in ways that are accessible to many different kinds of people.

I think that's another aspect of being blue-collar: I sometimes flirt with literary word-smithing, but in the end I deliberately try to tell tales that a Private in the Army can digest. Me, the old Reserve Warrant Officer watching these something-teen year olds walk out the door to Iraq or Afghanistan. If only more science fiction writers understood how voraciously a lot of those Privates read. Especially within the genre. If I'm spinning sci-fi yarns those young Janes and Joes in The Box can't grok, I kinda suspect I'm doing it wrong.

So there's a lot of "voice" in this story. In all my stories, actually.

Dean Wesley Smith sold me on that concept, back a few years ago when I was barely writing at all, staring at a mountain of rejections, and wondering if it wasn't just a colossal waste of time. Dean smacked me on the head and said, "Stop re-writing your work to death, you're killing the voice!" So I don't re-write endlessly anymore. I usually give myself three passes, and I'm out. The story is either up to snuff, or it isn't. After three runs through the manuscript, it's as good as I can make it -- at this current time, at my current skill level.

For those stories that don't make it -- happens less often these days, to my great delight -- the writing garage beckons. Just take the story in and dump it out onto one of the (crowded) shelves. Maybe I'll come back for it in a few years, when I feel like it.

Of course, with the gleaming electronic freeway of e-publishing beckoning like an Eisenhower Interstate of 21st century writing, maybe I'll put more time into bringing out all the old garage stories? Build me some kitbashed, Frankenstein hot-rods?

Tracy Hickman always says that stories that don't get read are stories that don't do anyone any good -- least of all the writer. Until the stories get read, they don't have meaning in the lives of the people who read them. So why let any of that material gather dust?

I think I'll go get my coveralls on...

--Brad Torgersen

Monday, April 18, 2011

We Who Steal Faces—Tony Pi

“We Who Steal Faces” isn’t the first story I’ve written with the Elect, near-immortals who name themselves after insects and use amber we who steal facesand silk to change shapes. Two other stories star Flea and are set in the modern day (“Metamorphoses in Amber” and “The Paragon Lure”). But the trouble with long-lived shapeshifters is, their past lives are as intriguing as their current life, and feuds among them could last centuries.

In exploring Flea’s past, I decided to write a story wherein he pitted his thieving skills against the greatest trapmaker among his kind. His foe would have been both Daedalus and Da Vinci, with the temperament of the former, the quirks of the latter, and the genius of both. And what better name than Antlion for a maker of traps?

In the earliest draft, it was hubris versus hubris: Antlion smug in the belief that his vault was unbreachable, and Flea eager to prove him wrong. I knew the story would be set in Venice, where the Silk Road met the Amber Road. But as a labyrinth under Venice wouldn’t exactly work, I looked to Padua on the mainland and started researching the locations and time period, picking out fascinating tidbits I learned to build the plot.

However, the initial idea of a wager between Flea and Antlion didn’t work. Flea’s motive came across as too self-serving. That’s where another nugget of research I saved came into play: the mithridate. Adding the poisoning, as well as a good dose of espionage, upped the stakes and gave Flea a more noble reason to challenge Antlion’s Labyrinth.

--Tony Pi

Friday, April 15, 2011

Writer’s Tools

The most important thing a writer does is write.  And really, to do that, all you need to have is a writing implement (pen, pencil, crayon…) and some paper. 

The next most important thing a writer does is try to get published, and to best enable that, one’s tools need to be a bit more complex.  This article is geared toward the new writer who is seeking adequate tools for both writing convenience and publishing.

Hardware

Laptop

In my opinion, a laptop is essential for writing.  I’m a pretty mobile guy; most of my writing is done when I’m not at home.  A laptop meets my needs: with a laptop, I can write on my lunchbreak at work; I can write while riding in the carpool, or at my kids’ soccer practice.  The portability of a laptop, for me, is 90% of its value.  I favor lightweight machines with good batteries and non-reflective screens over machines with powerful computing abilities and good graphics.  My laptop is for writing, not for playing video games: that means that I don’t have to have the latest model.

What I need in a laptop (from a hardware standpoint):

  • Ethernet card (or USB hub with ethernet adapter).  Most places that provide internet access have gone wireless, but I’m reluctant to give up the wire.
  • Wireless Card.  For connecting to wireless access points at the coffee shop, library, etc.
  • At least two USB slots.  One for my iPod, one for any other USB peripherals (like a printer).  In addition, if your laptop doesn’t have an ethernet card, you can buy a USB ethernet adaptor to get wired.
  • Non-reflective (or low reflective) screen.  For outdoor writing.
  • Good battery (7+ hours of life)

Most of my research material is done on my laptop, and most of my research is done on the internet—that makes the first two bullet points essential.  I suppose I probably don’t need as hefty a battery as I have, but I like to be prepared for those long family roadtrips/campouts where there’s no outlet to recharge with.

I personally prefer PCs to Macs.  It’s all about the price, I’m afraid: no getting around it, Macs are too expensive.  I buy refurbished laptops to cut the cost even more.  My current machine is a Dell Inspiron 15, and it cost me around $400.  The screen is 15 inches wide, and is a little more reflective than I like, but it’s still within the range of acceptable.  It’s fairly lightweight, and the battery I bought ($80) lasts around 7 hours if I turn the monitor brightness to low.

Printer

You need a printer if you’re going to be trying to get published.  Alas, enough places still require hard-copy manuscripts that owning one is an unavoidable expense for the writer.  (I suppose that you COULD go to the library instead, if your library has a printer they allow individuals to print from…)

Thankfully, printers are cheap and most of them are hardy.  You’ll wind up spending more on ink than anything else.  An adequate printer will run about $80; ink cartridges run about $20/cartridge.

Software

Word Processing Program

What’ll it be?  Microsoft Word?  WordPerfect?  OpenOffice?

Most folks just use Microsoft Word.  I do too, but that’s because I use Word at work, so it’s the program I’m most familiar with.  It’s definitely not the most user friendly, and its quirks—especially with pagination and bulleting and numbering—can be downright mind-numbing.  Our publisher swears—literally—by WordPerfect, and he’s a best-selling writer, or something. 

I think that it comes down to what you’re familiar with, and what you’re willing to pay.  On that note, let me plug OpenOffice—a full suite of office applications (word proccessing, spreadsheet, slideshow, paint, database) that is available for free, and is developed under an Open License from Sun Systems.  In my opinion, the interface is not quite as slick as what you’ll find in Word or WordPerfect, but check the price: free compared to…well compared to whatever MS Office is selling for these days.  In addition, since the suite is maintained by an open community, you can just update your software occasionally rather than having to buy a new version when the software publisher decides he needs a new swimming pool.  Smile  OpenOffice is available for Windows, Linux, and Mac operating systems, too.

Development Software

By ‘development software’ I mean a piece of software that will allow you to quickly and easily build a story bible.  A story bible is a document, or series of documents where you keep all the details about your work in progress—plot, characters, names for characters, magic system, sciencey explanations…everything.  Word processors are just mediocre at this—generally, you want to have some sort of interface that allows you to navigate, index, and search in a more robust way than is possible with word processors.

Scrivener is a program that I hear a LOT about from my Mac-using friends.  It was raved about so much, a couple friends bought Macs on the cheap just to install it and give it a shot.  And now they’re confirmed, dyed-in-the-wool, true-blue-through-and-through converts to the program.  The good news (for me) is that Scrivener is trying to get a Windows port up and running; I’m eager to try it out.  The Mac version of Scrivener retails for $45; the Windows version may cost the same.  It’s scheduled to be released in June 2011.  One negative to Scrivener—there’s a learning curve to using it effectively.  But I hear that once you’ve learned it, it’s a real boon.

Wikipedia-style software is also popular.  I use WikiPad for my story bible, and it’s adequate.  There’s very little to learn, and the interface is intuitive and natural. 

Tracking Software

Tracking software allows you to track numbers on your work.  Some folks just use a spreadsheet program like MS Excel; others go in for designing a full database.  Tracking software is useful in a couple ways: if you’re actively submitting, tracking software helps you note when you submitted and where.  That way, you don’t submit stories to the same market (or agent, or whatever) twice. 

I track all my submissions through a Microsoft Access database application I created; that may be a little bit above and beyond what most folks are interested in doing.  The important thing for me is to be able to see, or find quickly, which markets have seen what work.

I also track my daily word count—that’s fairly simple with a spreadsheet and a couple formulas. 

I hope you’ve enjoyed this look into my toolbox.  Please put everything back where you found it.

--Scott M. Roberts

Assistant Editor, IGMS

Monday, April 11, 2011

The Long Way Home—G. Norman Lippert

The Long Way Home” was written at Literary Boot Camp with Uncle Orson himself presiding. The assignment was to write something based on research conducted during that week, including street the-long-way-homeinterviews with random people. This is harder than it seems, especially for famously introverted creative types. My interview was spectacularly awkward and uneventful, thus I had decided, of course, to write a short black comedy about a pregnant witch. I had formulated the story in my head and was about to begin the marathon of writing it when my awkward street interview came back to me, bringing a different idea with it.

   Suddenly, the man I had interviewed (accompanied by his son and dog) had a history. More importantly, he had a place to go, and it wasn’t just around the corner on his regular evening stroll. The man (I named him Henry) was going to confront some buried secrets in a rather fantastical representation of his childhood hometown. It was less a complete story than a Twilight Zoney “what-if” scenario. When I started writing it I didn’t know how it would end. When it did end (some nine hours later) it surprised me. It moved me a little. It's a bit cheesy and melodramatic, yes, but that’s true of the most prosaic truths in life, isn’t it? The trick as a writer isn’t to avoid the cheesy truths but to present them in such a way that the reader forgets, at least for a few minutes, that they are cheesy. Hopefully it works in this instance.

-G. Norman Lippert

Friday, April 08, 2011

InterGalactic Medicine Show - Issue 22


Now available: Welcome to IGMS Issue 22. Always a pleasure to see you here. Let's get right to business, shall we? Now available:

Our cover story, "Love, Cayce" by Marie Brennan, is an epistolary starring Cayce, the daughter of great adventurers, who is teamed her up with her parents' friends' children to have adventures of their own. She writes home to fill mom and dad in on the mayhem with typical teen, attitude-laced fashion.

Next up is "We Who Steal Faces" by Tony Pi, where an age-old feud between shape-shifters has secret agent Master Flea racing through Renaissance Italy to save the life of a poisoned friend.

"Exodus Tides" by Aliette deBodard is a unique tale of loss, self-discovery, and mer-folk, as a young woman seeks to find her place in a world that is integrated more in theory than reality.

"Exiles In Eden" by Brad Torgersen features the last of humanity, taken to the stars, finding more humans in an unlikely place -- with unanticipated, unpleasant consequences.

"The Long Way Home" by George Lippert is an Orson Picks (OP) from Uncle Orson himself, David Lubar offers another of his "Tales For The Young and Unafraid," and Darrell Schweitzer brings us an up-close-and-personal look into the latest goings on with Robert Silverberg.

Last but not least, we try to bring you a bonus of some sort with each issue, and this issue is no different. This bonus comes compliments of our web-designer Scott Allen. Scott usually toils in anonymity, but I have to make sure he gets credit for a job well done. What job is that, you ask?

IGMS for just about any e-reader -- Kindle, Sony, Nook, Kobo, whatever -- that you can name.

Thus far we have issue 1, and issues 12 through 21 available (for free) for subscribers, and if you're not a subscriber yet, issue 1 and issues 17 through 21 are available for single-issue purchase and Kindle-download at Amazon.

Plus, as each new issue goes up, it will be added within a few days to both Amazon and for subscribers.

If you're already a subscriber, all you have to do is click on "My Account" (in the upper left-hand corner of any page (except, of course, the home page)) and you'll be able to email yourself a mobipocket file for your e-reader. If you bought even just a single issue back when that was the IGMS subscription model, you can still get that single issue for your e-reader, too.

So a big thanks to our web designer, Scott Allen, and a big you're welcome to IGMS readers everywhere.

Monday, April 04, 2011

Verona Rupes

This image from Voyager 2 (found on NASA's APOD site) shows Verona Rupes, the deepest canyon in our solar system.

…and it’s not just the spawn-place of IGMS Assistant Editor Eric James Stone; it’s also the setting of the wonderful story, The Mystery of Miranda, by David Simmons.  The Mystery of Miranda appeared in Intergalactic Medicine Show #18.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Brutal Interlude—Wayne Wightman

The title was the first piece to arrive. I have lists of titles in my notebooks and this one was entered decades ago, just in case. I am a thrifty person.


In the eighties I wrote an unfinished novel, Starkiller, which Cover Illustration - Brutal Interlude (small)x involved Sylvia Romilar (who, except for one line of dialogue, was in a coma the whole novel), Walter Roscoe, and Sylvia’s slinky sister, Wanda Paloma.


After losing interest in writing sf during the ‘90s and writing unseen screenplays in the ‘00s, I quit altogether. Then—


I moved to Oregon, where I have a quiet life. In 2007 I thought I’d give writing another shot, to see if it would be fun again. But with a different program:


1.) In the past, I would decide what I wanted to say and then put it in language accessible to 12-yr-olds. I wasn’t going to do that anymore. I had just been reading Watt by Samuel Beckett, Tristram Shandy and a few Jane Austen novels, and I liked what I read. So if I want to combine a lacy Austenian 80-word sentence with Beckett’s OCD, splattered with Hunter Thompson’s vocabulary, try and stop me.


2.) In my stories, stupid people should dance faster, because if they act up they are going to be punished, because they are most dangerous.


3.) I decided to write about life as we secretly know that it is: good people do bad things, bad people do good things, and some people are nasty and guilty and have fabulous lives.


5) I was going to characterize my people by showing or implying these contradictions and the complications they cause. For example:



“The next time I see you, if I'm different,


I want you to pretend you know me, even if you don't.”


“I will.”


“Tell me you'll never lie to me.”


“I won't.”


I recognize that this may be cryptic to literalists, pre-teens, and sociopaths.


I fully fully understand the ancient suspicion that muses whisper into the writer’s ear. I wrote the story, of course, but the cauldron that some of those things crawled out of is unfamiliar to me. After a few months’ separation from it, I read the story again and I had this creepy little question pop into mind: “What kind of person would write this?”


Grab-it music? “Enema Mama”? That whole tooth thing with Garith Glone and his obsession with hands? The doctor’s medical question to Lance on the back stairs? People being manually dismembered?


I don’t know where those come from. Twitchy amygdala?


Things You Wouldn’t Know Otherwise



  • The Hotel Minérve is a real place in Paris where I’ve stayed a few times. In fact, get this: One morning I was in the lobby, and outside on the street was someone who looked like and then turned out to be the actual John Brunner. We had a few beers and a nice talk that evening. (I have always admired his title The Atlantic Abomination.)

  • The movies Sylvia made, “Instruments of Torture and Delight” and “Triumph of the Flesh” are actual stories. “Adaptogenia” was in F&SF a year ago. (And when will a movie be made where Cate Blanchett plays all the parts?)

  • “Walter’s Used Pets” seemed like an odd, funny idea at first. Then it seemed completely reasonable and I wondered why I hadn’t ever heard of anyone having a used pet shop.

  • Diaz (a fellow contestant in the story) was an actual life-long friend — bipolar, hilarious, tedious, and inspirational. Currently deceased. He introduced me to weed.

  • “Brutal Interlude” was one of those stories that opened up enough possibilities for a novel, so it was difficult to cut it to its current length. I left out the part where classic lit was rewritten in degraded form (Crime and Punishment: Russian motorcycle gangs; Moby Dick: nevermind...you’d have bad dreams).

  • But I did not cut out that vile taxi ride. That was a “hello” to those of you out there who occasionally have those life-shouldn't-be-like-this moments. Happens to fine people daily. In the worst cases, to quote Diaz, “You maintain the plod, man, and wait for the light.”

  • Finally, I also love Sylvia Romilar.

--Wayne Wightman

Monday, March 21, 2011

Breakout-Edmund Schubert

Several years ago the orbits of Earth and Mars came closer together than they had been in almost 60,000 years, and the planet was actually visible to the naked eye as a very large orange star. Viewed through an average telescope, it appeared about the same size the full moon does to the naked eye. There was a good deal of attention paid to it by the mainstream press, and one of the articles I read (in a magazine whose name I’ve long-since forgotten) was a piece about a professor teaching astronomy classes in a penitentiary, and they were studying the Red Planet.

As interesting as it was that Mars was so close, the idea of a professor studying it along with inmates was too compelling to ignore, and I wrote “Breakout” in one rapid burst. I do my best work when I write the first draft quickly , and was pleased with the way it turned out--except for one thing: In the first draft, the main character gets taken away in the end by aliens. Given the way the rest of the story went, I thought that was way too obvious. My favorite kinds of endings are those that make perfect sense, yet at the same time take the reader by surprise. So after a little thinking/tweaking, I hit upon an ending I thought was better (I’m not going to give any spoilers here; you’ll have to read the story yourself), and I showed my results to Orson to see if he had any suggestions. He liked the story and his sole piece of advice was to send it to Stan Schmidt at Analog. He said Stan liked stories with a sense of humor, and my quirky little “Breakout” (it’s only about 3,500 words long) would appeal to him. Stan did like “Breakout,” but not quite enough to buy it. He sent a very nice personal note, but that was as far as it went.

The next place I submitted it to was Alfred Hitchcock’s Mystery Magazine. From time to time I also write mysteries, and since “Breakout” was set in a prison, I thought it might appeal to them. Actually, I thought that the SF twist might make the story more appealing to them than a straight-up mystery, and although it took them three times longer to reject it than anything else I had ever sent them before, in the end rejection is what came.

I still felt good about the story, but at that point a lot of other things came up that demanded my attention and I all but forgot about quirky little “Breakout”…

…until a few months ago, when David Lubar emailed us at IGMS to say that he needed skip one turn in his usual rotation. Orson had arranged with David several years ago to write a short YA story (or two) for every issue of IGMS, and even though we switched that arrangement up when we moved from a quarterly to a bimonthly production schedule (at that point he started writing stories for us in every other issue), it’s still understandable that sometimes even that could be too much.

So what were we going to put in the magazine to replace David’s story? The issues when he’s not normally scheduled to appear are the issues when we have our audio features, but we didn’t have anything in hand that was short enough to fill that bill (audio pieces, for a variety of reason, rarely run over 4,000 words, and I prefer for them to be even shorter than that).

That’s when I remembered “Breakout.”

Normally I’m very hesitant to even suggest running my own material in IGMS. In fact, I’ve only ever done it once before (under very similar circumstances), and even then, I only suggest it; I never unilaterally decide. So I sent “Breakout” to our managing editor, Kathleen Bellamy, and to Uncle Orson, and with their unanimous consent, the story was then forwarded to Stuart Jaffe to record as an audio feature. Stuart did a great job, and frankly I was tickled to have another audio piece to add to my library. Publication is always welcome, but there’s something about having a story performed by a voice actor that really appeals to me, and “Breakout” is the third of my stories to receive the audio ‘treatment.’

The moral of this story? Well, let me put it this way: Mars may need women, but IGMS needs short science fiction and fantasy stories under 4,000 words. If you’ve written a good one (or more), please submit them to IGMS.

--Edmund Schubert

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Pendragon—Interview with Edmund Schubert

Pendragon Variety, a podcast for aspiring writers, has interviewed Edmund Schubert. Check out the ol’ Android Were-Vampire himself HERE!

And none other than the incredible Myr Lafferty takes her chances with the cybertronic/lycanthromic/vampirc Ed-in-Chief HERE!

Monday, March 14, 2011

InterGalactic Medicine Show—Now Available on Kindle!

You’ve pined for it; you’ve whined for it. You’ve begged, pleaded, and howled for it.

And now you can have it: InterGalactic Medicine Show on your Kindle-compatible e-reading device.

MOREOVER: The Kindle version of IGMS is free to IGMS subscribers.

What's that you say? Don't have an IGMS subscription? You can also download individual issues to your Kindle for only $2.99 each, direct from Amazon. Issues #1 and #17 - 21 are available now, the rest will be there in a few short weeks.

Check out the InterGalactic Medicine Show for details!

-- Scott M. Roberts

Asst. Editor, IGMS

A Frame of Mother-of-Pearl- Cat Rambo

This story was, I think, the most heavy revising I've ever done, and it was (luckily) all good and happy collaboration. Edmund liked the original version but asked that I change a few things to make the conclusion more interesting. I did, and ended up changing it from a happy ending to an unhappy one, which made his head explode a bit. We back and forthed once more after that, and I think the story ended up being a lot stronger for the interaction.

The name (and inspiration) for the story came from a yard sale find, a housekeeping manual from the 1890s, which includes A Frame of Mother-of-Pearl - smallx various gentle arts like constructing Aeolian harps and making crystal gardens from an alum solution. The label pasted inside the book names it as having belonged to one "Hattie Fender," who served as namesake for the heroine. I had started the story as an entry for a Codex story contest and ended up getting so carried away with the beauty of my own prose that I had 500 words describing Hattie, the tattoos on her scalp, the scent of bergamot in her wake, and so forth - and not much else. Edmund, happily, persuaded me to rearrange this big lump of verbiage and fold it into the story in a much more graceful way.

Taking a feather out of one's pocket is a tribute to a YA novel whose title I can't think of, where the heroine, who lives most of her life on roller skates in early 19th century NYC, does the same thing to determine where she'll go. Similarly, the pennies placed in the curio cabinet are an echo from All of a Kind Family, another YA novel I loved.

--Cat Rambo

http://www.kittywumpus.net/blog

Note from Asst. Ed, Scott M. Roberts:

The "Codex story contest" mentioned by Ms. Rambo is one of a number of contests held by the online writing group, CodexWriters.com

Thursday, March 10, 2011

How To Write Magical Words: Finally on Kindle


Don't know what else to say; the book has been a hit, and now the folks who've been waiting for the Kindle edition need wait no longer.

Monday, March 07, 2011

The Devil’s Rematch—Spencer Ellsworth

"The Devils' Rematch" is a classic example of why I should nail myself to this laptop and write. It was an idea I'd had years ago, and written the first half until I decided that it wasn't working. I The Devil's Rematch - smallx had no idea what I was doing with the Devil. A few years later, I had made the goal to finish a short story every month, and I pulled out this one and finished it. I decided I could keep the Devil as a generic MacGuffin who didn't do much besides stoke the fires that had been simmering in this little town. When I was done, I had a perfectly serviceable story, I thought, except it was the old cliche about the Devil coming to town. But of course, a year later I had a goal to send out more stories, so this one hit the mail and IGMS snapped it up. I've sent stories to IGMS that were supposed to explode the earth with awesome; instead they picked this one. Again, I guess I'd better keep writing because I'm not quite sure what works.

The story hit an interesting snag in that the original draft had a few instances of the N-word. When Scott Card declined to print the word, my first reaction was "Mark Twain said the N-word." My second reaction was "I'm not Mark Twain." My third reaction was "Cookie." That's always my third reaction.

Eric James Stone, brilliant assistant editor that he is, had the idea to make the mayor self-censor, hence the passages where he says "I'm not gonna tell you what he said, but it was something that shouldn't be said in polite company, or ever..." Once I implemented that, the mayor because a much more interesting character. He was always too polite to say the N-word and having him do so, when Elmer kisses his daughter, had rung hollow for me in the first draft. Now, when he says "you people," it communicates the subtle racism he's carried around his whole life.

--Spencer Ellsworth

Monday, February 28, 2011

Tangent Online Recommended Reading

Tangent Online reviews science fiction, fantasy and horror short stories.  They’ve posted their recommended reading list from 2010, and a number of IGMS stories made the grade:

  • “Sparrowjunk” by Margit Schmitt (IGMS #17)
  • “Sister Jasmine Brings the Pain” by Von Carr (IGMS #17)
  • “Frankie and Johnny, and Nellie Bly” by Richard Wolkomir (IGMS #17)
  • “Right Before Your Very Eyes” by Matthew S. Rotundo (IGMS #19)
  • “The Mystery of Miranda” by David A. Simons (IGMS #18)

Congratulations, authors!

--Scott M. Roberts

Assistant Editor, IGMS

Ratoncito’s Last Tooth- Mike Hill

Ratoncito's Last Tooth began, like many kernels of a story, by two distinct ideas or experiences intersecting at once. In this case, I had just gone through an episode with my dentist involving a Ratoncitos Last Tooth - smallx tooth extraction which, although not especially traumatic left me weak for the rest of the day. This began the idea but I needed character and setting and felt that a humble beginning was right. I had just been reading about the poverty and conditions of the barrios near the large cosmopolitan areas of South America and had also heard about El Camino del Muerte in Bolivia. Thus a setting was ready and the character came and whispered in my ear, his life story. The crucible that caused the story to be written was Orson Scott Card's Literary Boot Camp 2007 which I can only liken to a communal barn-raising; a group of people come together, prepared and willing to work under the practiced hand of the master, and accomplish in a few days what might take an individual months or years to realize.


In this story in particular I felt that brevity was needed and chose every word that moved it along; if it didn't ultimately contribute, I chose to cut or omit. And credit where credit is due; my father is also a published writer, my younger brother in his short life was the critical mirror for my imagination and my wife and best friend who urged, encouraged and supported me; thank you. Now onto the next project...

--Mike Hill

Sunday, February 27, 2011

What’s Your Science Doing in My Fantasy?

The following is an actual transcript between myself (Scott M. Roberts) and Eric James Stone, one of the other assistant editors at InterGalactic Medicine Show:

graveroberts: None of the InterGalactic Award winners were fantasy.

eviljerkfacestone: LOL

graveroberts: What?

eviljerkfacestone: watching kittens on youtube. One just fell in a blender

graveroberts: You are sick.

eviljerkfacestone: there are no dragons in real life.

graveroberts: Once again: what?

eviljerkfacestone: Trinity County, CA has dragons. dragons == fantasy.

eviljerfacestone: LOLOLOLOLOL! ROFLMAO! in the toilet! Round and round!

graveroberts: You are sick.

Sifting through this macabre and disturbing conversation, I gleaned this: some individuals believe that including creatures typically viewed as fantasy creatures (werewolves, vampires, dragons, trolls, editors with a soul, etc.) necessarily transforms the story to fantasy.

I’m afraid I disagree.

For me, a fantasy—even a contemporary fantasy—necessarily relies on some sort of mystery, or miraculous impossibility, underpinning its setting. The dragons in Trinity County, CA are not mystical; they’re examined, controlled, and catalogued like bugs in an entomologist’s office.

Which is not to say it isn’t a good story; genre aside, it’s a GREAT story. Let’s get that out of the way right now: the genre a story is in—or not in—doesn’t matter in the least to its quality. I’m comfortable with genre bending. Bend away, my writerly amigos! But don’t ask me to call your Astro-Zeppelin Galactic Ranger series, with Tolkienesque elves and Martinesque undead anything but a fantasy. Despite its being set 22,000 years in the future, in space.

Here are some great genre-bending stories:

The Dragons of Spring-place, Robert Reed

Monster Hunters International (series), Larry Correia

The Dragon Age (series), James Maxey

--Scott M. Roberts

Asst. Editor, InterGalactic Medicine Show

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

InterGalactic Awards—FREE STORIES

Psst.  Hey.  Looking for some fun?  Yeah.  You know what I mean, don’t you.  Look, I’m not going to lie, this stuff is primo.  Pure, like.  And I am the only guy with this sort of deal out on the street, the only working man this side of Xanadu. 

Tell you what: I’ll give you four of ‘em.  Four is your magic number, oh yeah.    Four soul-expanding, universe-changing, life-altering, brain-blending stories.  For the price of NONE.

Did you get that?  Am I talking loud enough?

Free.  Stories.

First up: ‘Ghost of a Girl Who Never Lived', by Keffy Kehrli.  Look, ghost of a girl smallest the title itself is enough to make your brain turn in on itself to be sucked down a wormhole of wonder.  Am I right?  Yes, yes I am.  But there’s a lot more to this story than just the title.  I mean, there are like…words and things inside it.  Clones.  Defective clones.  Ethical conundrums, even.  Old houses, little brothers, mothers, fathers, hope, desperation, and death.  Maybe death.  I don’t want to spoil it for you.  Does death even exist if you can just copy all your memories to a clone?  Like I said, man—wormhole of wonder.

Speaking of transhumanism—wait, what were we talking about?  I’m sure that we were talking about the Singularity—the point inthe-american which human intelligence is conferred on machines of bits and bytes and nanotechnology.  Or transferred there.  Sure of it.  Because that’s what Bruce Worden’s The American is about, and why wouldn’t I talk about that?  I would.  I am.  Even though it talks about a Polish farmgirl experiencing the event of trans-Atlantic transhumanism.  Poland?  I mean, who talks about Poland?    Apparently, only really good science fiction does.  You think you’re going to find stories of this quality in those high-brow, literary elitist fop mags?    Uh-uh.  This kind of primo, mind-affecting, soul-blasting fiction can only be found here.  I am your man, baby!  Rawr.

Now, listen.  Don’t let the next title confuse you.  Stay with me and Illustration - Sister Jasmine [final - small] you’ll love it.  Promise.  In Sister Jasmine Brings the Pain, I want to assure you that no pain is actually wrought upon you personally.  Naw, this medicine man doesn’t sell that sort of concoction.  Author Von Carr promises a rip-roaring cavalcade of excitement and thrills, but the only pain that gets brought is directed against zombies, robots, triffids, and cellularly controlled psychic slaves, in the wasteland that is the world after the event of all possible apocalypses.  Go on—take a peek.  Feast your eyes.  Transcendental.  I am not kidding.

You’ve heard of this next one.  I’m going to say four words:  Peter. trinity-county-CA_small Beagle.  Trinity County, CA.  You see how generous I am?  I threw in a word for free.  Free love, all day long, right here at my booth of lies and truth.  Or at least as long as it takes you to read these four stories.  You might not want to wait long—there are dragons about.  That’s what I hear, anyway.  Dragons crawling through the woods, raised by unethical dragon tamers.  You be careful—this story might give you some ideas about how to survive in such a world.  What’s it going to hurt?  Nothing, that’s what.  Might just save your life.

Hey.  Beautiful.  You want to thank me, I’ll tell you want to do.  Send some of your little friends my way.  Preach and proselytize, that’s how it goes.  Spread some kind rumors my way, you know what I’m saying?  I’m always right here, generous guy that I am.  Here to help, that’s me. 

Tell ‘em to mind the dragons, though.

Scott M. Roberts

Assistant Editor, IGMS

Monday, February 21, 2011

Steven R. Stewart—Go Home and Be With Your Families

The day before my eighth grade graduation, I found out my best friend John and his brother Daniel had been hit by a semi and killed on their way home from the arcade. My parents came into my room very early in the morning and told me, standing on either side of my bed--in my memory, they look like doctors bent over an operating table--and I can remember pulling my blanket over my head and staying under it for a long time. I thought about John, about sitting under a tree with him and proofreading the love letters he had written to a girl he liked. I thought about all the dirty jokes I had heard him tell, and about the times we had knelt together at the altar during church camp. I thought about how he had been here, and now he was just gone. Just like that.


I didn't come out from under that blanket the same. Death became a real thing to me that day, and in a way, I have carried it with me ever since. If I waste a day watching TV instead of getting my writing done, percentages pop into my head, and I start making guesses about how much of my life I am likely to waste if I keep going at the current rate. I kiss my wife goodnight and think, "We've been together seven years. If we live to have our fiftieth anniversary, that means we only have forty-three years left. Forty-three Christmases and summers and tax returns." Following this line of thinking to its logical conclusion can drive you nuts. Even if human kind escapes earth before our sun expands and bakes us all to death, eventually the Milky Way will collide with Andromeda. The whole universe will expand to the point that it tears itself apart. (The joke's on you, vampires. Immortal my ass.) How is a guy supposed to cope with that?


"Go Home, and Be With Your Families" is my attempt to answer that question for myself. On the surface, the story is about Herb's inability to commit, his depression, his alcoholism (seriously, he's drinking in almost every scene), his struggle to be what he needs to be for his daughter, and (oh yeah) alien television. But the biggest issue is death, how to deal with it, and how to live in spite of its looming presence. The answer I kept coming back to was deceptively simple: Live. Just live. Be a human. Make some babies with a girl (or guy) that you love, get your genetics out there for what it's worth, and be with those babies and that girl (or guy) for however much time you get. Let go of the cosmic significance of everything (it’s still okay to ponder this every now and then, but don’t obsess) and let things be what they are, right down in your little everyday world with the people you love. And when bad shit happens (and it will), steel yourself and take the hit. It will never feel good, but after a while you'll learn to take a punch. Writing helps with that, I've found.


One last thing: I hope you'll all give Herb the benefit of the doubt. The guy is kind of sensitive, and probably more talented than he is smart. Sometimes it takes guys like that a while to figure things out.



--Steven R. Stewart

Friday, February 18, 2011

Post Human

In his story Mortal Gods, Orson Scott Card postulates a race of aliens whose physiology allows an individual to essentially live forever. Reproduction is accomplished by some sort of cellular division, and RNA carries memories of the original organism to the new creature. Because the individual is replicated so effectively, loss of an individual does not seem to be feared within the alien society.

However, because the aliens do not experience death, they are not equipped with mythology the way that human cultures are. No mythology seems to mean no religion, at least as we understand religion; it also means no artwork. The aliens’ viewpoint is one of the most startling and original of any that I’ve read on the subject of the effects of immortality: death engenders creativity.

There is something about our impermanence that drives humanity to paint and build and sing and write—not just functional structures, and not merely aesthetically pleasing songs. Something in us strives to make a lasting mark, to imprint ourselves on the shifting cosmic tide.

If we remove death, what happens to that impulse? While other speculative cognoscenti might say that the advent of a truly self-aware computer program is the demarcation of post-humanity, for me, it’s the moment when humanity defeats death once and for all. At that moment, those who choose (or are forced, or whatever) to partake of the death-reneging technology can no longer be considered to be human. Whatever else, there is an essential component in death that all humanity currently shares. Not being capable—or opting out of—dying puts up an irrevocable barrier between humans and post-humans. Of course that barrier, and the friction it might generate, is the fodder for countless science-fiction, fantasy, and horror stories.

None of which we would have, I submit, if we’d been immortal beings capable of passing our memories through RNA… :)

--Scott M. Roberts

Asst. Editor, IGMS

Monday, February 14, 2011

InterGalactic Medicine Show - Issue 21

Available now, at IGMS...

First, our cover story: “Brutal Interlude” by Wayne Wightman. Reality TV was never so intrusive, never so scary, never so thoroughly put in its place. I dare you to look away, if you can.

Next, fan-favorite Cat Rambo brings us "A Frame of Mother-of-Pearl,” a fantasy tale about life and death, magic and family, and the way they can all come together to make life difficult.

Then Steve Stewart makes his debut with “Go Home, and Be With Your Families,” a tale of an alien civilization long gone and its powerful effect on one man here on earth.

"The Devil’s Rematch," by regular IGMS columnist Spencer Ellsworth, is a dark look at one small southern town, and how it doesn’t take the Devil to bring out the worst in people, nor the best.

Finally we have Mike Hill's "Ratoncito’s Last Tooth," an Orson Picks story (selected by Uncle Orson himself) about the life strongest man in the world. It’s a man’s entire life in under 3,000 words and it will have you brushing and flossing for the rest of your life.

Well, not quite ‘finally,’ because we also have an Orson Picks for our audio bonus this issue: “Breakout” is the tale of an astronomy professor who finds haven in the strangest of places. I forget who wrote it, but it’s read beautifully by Stuart Jaffe, of “The Eclectic Review” podcast fame. Okay, I wrote it, but you shouldn’t hold that against poor Stuart.

Then in the interview department, Darrell Schweitzer is at it again, this time interviewing a personal favorite of mine, Patricia McKillip. Her Riddle-Master of Hed trilogy was my introduction to fantasy, but as Darrell’s interview shows, she’s done so much more than just that.

Plus, subscribers voted for their favorite stories appearing in IGMS during 2010, and the winners of the IGMS Reader Awards (who all get cash awards) aren’t the only winners; all the winning stories are free for all to read for as long as issue 21 is live. Go and tell all your friends that the winners are...

...going to be announced in the issue. Come by to check who they are.

Monday, February 07, 2011

Uncle Orson's Writing Class and Literary Boot Camp 2011


August 8-9, 2011
9:00 a.m. - 9:00 p.m.
$175.00

Uncle Orson's Writing Class
This seminar is open to novice and experienced writers alike -- college-aged and older. Students in Uncle Orson's Writing class take part in two days of discussions, lectures, and idea sessions, right along with participants in the Literary Boot Camp.

Uncle Orson's Writing Class and Literary Boot Camp is for writers of any kind of fiction, and even valuable for screenwriters and playwrights.

Location:
Sheraton Greensboro Hotel at Four Seasons
Joseph S. Koury Convention Center
3121 High Point Road
Greensboro, NC 27407
Phone: 800-242-6556

(Information on discounted guest room rates at the Sheraton will be posted later.)


August 8-13, 2011
$725.00

Literary Boot Camp
Literary Boot Camp is open only to writers -- college-aged and older -- who are serious about professional level work. Following the two-day Writing Class, the Boot Camp writers go on with four intense days of creating and critiquing new stories developed at the beginning of the week - all under the leadership of noted author Orson Scott Card.

Enrollment for each Literary Boot Camp is limited to no more than 14 participants and is by application only. Those who wish to attend must register with a $175 deposit and submit the FIRST FULL PAGE ONLY (250-300 words) of a short story. Prompt application is advised. Tuition does not include housing or meals. The deadline for submitting writing samples is May 27, 2011; you will be notified whether or not you have been accepted by June 3, 2011. The remaining balance of $550 will be due by July 1, 2011. Those not accepted to Boot Camp will have the choice of either applying their $175 deposit to the two-day Writing Class or having their deposit refunded.

Location:
Sheraton Greensboro Hotel at Four Seasons
Joseph S. Koury Convention Center
3121 High Point Road
Greensboro, NC 27407
Phone: 800-242-6556

(Information on discounted guest room rates at the Sheraton will be posted later.)

Note to Boot Camp Participants: You must bring a laptop computer with you to Boot Camp.

If you don't own one, please make arrangements to buy, rent, or borrow one that is running a recent version of Windows or Mac OS. Printers will be available.

Saturday, February 05, 2011

How To Write Magical Words: Chapter One


Following this little intro is the first chapter of a recent book of which I am contributing editor (meaning I got to abuse all the other writers and still have the fun of being in the book with them. Truly, the best of all possible worlds). How To Write Magical Words: A Writer’s Companion is a distillation of three years worth of how-to writing advice from the blog, Magical Words. Although I’ve only been working with the Magical Words crew (Faith Hunter, David B. Coe, Misty Massey, A.J. Hartley, Stuart Jaffe, and C.E. Murphy (who is on an extended hiatus at the moment) for a little over seven months now, I’ve been watching them since the beginning because I always thought that their blog was a great idea, extremely well executed.

First off, the blog is filled with advice about the craft of writing, offered from multiple perspectives. Over the years I’ve read plenty of books about writing and one thing that always struck me about the vast majority of them was that it was one writer, saying THIS is the way you do it. Problem is, there are as many ways to DO IT as there are writers. Obviously some ways are more effective than others, but this is writing, people, not religion. There is no ONE TRUE WAY to be a writer. And Magical Words acknowledged that. Heck, they played with it and made it fun. I respected that tremendously.

The other thing I believe Magical Words has done well since the very beginning is that they give comprehensive and honest business information. As much as writers are artists creating whole worlds in their minds, there comes a point when writers have to take off their artist hats and put on their business-person hats. If you have any thoughts about getting published, the business side of things can not be ignored any more than the craft side.

My own involvement with Magical Words came late one night in June of 2010. I was having drinks with the MW gang (minus Catie, who lives in Ireland) at a convention in Charlotte NC, when I said the fateful words, “You guys have already written a lot of great stuff about writing. You should collect it all together and put a book out.” Someone—David Coe, if memory serves—replied (a little too quickly, I thought), “We’ve considered that, but we need an editor to put it together.” Before you could say ‘Buy me another beer, Batman,’ I was not just editing a book, I was a regular contributor to the blog.

Building a book from three years worth of blog posts was more challenging than I ever would have anticipated, but it was educational and exciting and fun, too. We were able to find a small-press publisher (Bella Rosa Books, who have a number of award-winning titles to their credit) who not only gave us total control of what the book looked like and how it was put together, but was able to get it into print much quicker than any big NY house would have been able to do. We went from concept to finished product in under six months. Six months. If you know anything about the publishing business, you know that doesn’t happen often. Yet despite the speed with which we put it all together, it’s still a book I’m very proud of, which is why I want to share it with you today.

So, without further adieu (which translates from the French to mean “babbling on my part”), I give you the first chapter from How To Write Magical Words: A Writer’s Companion.

They’re Not Rules, They’re Price Tags

Edmund R. Schubert

Never write in second person.

Always start with a powerful first line.

Never change POVs in the middle of a scene.

Eschew adjectives. And adverbs.

Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah . . .

How To Write Magical Words is devoted to helping people write better, and there’s a lot of great advice to be found here.

And it’s all negotiable.

Seriously. There isn’t a bit of writing advice here that someone, somewhere (probably multiple someones and multitudinous somewheres) hasn’t broken, and broken really damn well.

So should you listen to what Faith and David and A.J. and Misty and Stuart and Catie have to say about writing? Of course you should. They’ve been doing this for a long time; they know what they’re talking about.

Well, then what the heck are you talking about, Edmund?

That would be a logical question.

What I’m talking about is this: I’m replying to a certain question before it’s even asked, a question I hear all the time. The minute any writing conversation turns in the direction of “rules” or “guidelines” or even just plain old “advice,” it inevitably crops up.

That question is: “Yeah, but what about ____x____?”

Because yes, there are exceptions to every rule. In fact, those exceptions are usually exceptional. People hold them up as shining examples of why the rules don’t apply. They do so wrongly, but that doesn’t stop them from doing it.

That’s why I want you to stop thinking of them as “rules” and start thinking of them as “price tags.” Even the rules of grammar and punctuation. They are all price tags.

Why price tags? Because there is a price to be paid for breaking the rules. If the gain outweighs the loss, then it’s worth doing. If not . . .

Let’s start with the rules of grammar and punctuation; they seem to be the most immutable. You want to break those rules? Generally, the price you pay is a lack of clarity and, as a result, a lack understanding. There’s a great book that came out several years ago called Eats Shoots and Leaves that talked about the importance of punctuation. Just punctuation. That subject alone filled an entire book. But look at the difference one little comma (or the lack thereof) makes in the title. If you say “eats shoots and leaves” without the comma, you’re talking about a panda’s diet. What do they eat? Bamboo shoots and leaves. But add one little comma so that it reads, “eats, shoots and leaves,” now you’re talking about a mafia hit-man who sits down in a restaurant, eats his dinner, kills the guy at the next table, and then walks out. A panda bear and a mafia hit man—and all that differentiates the two is one single comma.

There simply aren’t a lot of good reasons to mess with punctuation. Period. But grammar is a little more flexible. Look at the second sentence in this paragraph, the paragraph you’re reading right now. That’s really not a sentence, is it? “Period.” There’s no verb, there are no independent or dependent clauses; it’s just one word, sitting there, all alone. It’s—gasp—a sentence fragment. And doggone it, it’s not the first one that’s been used in this piece.

What price did I pay? Not much of one, because there was no loss of clarity. I knew when, where, and how to use them. What benefit did I gain? That fragment carries extra emphasis. It makes it perfectly clear that I think there are very, very, very few reasons to mess with punctuation. And that’s what fragments do best: narrow the focus down so as to emphasize a point. But you still have to be careful to construct. Them properly. Because the sloppy. Unintentional use of sentence fragments only causes confusion (see my previous sentence-fragment mess, right before this sentence; yes, that was intentional. But it was still ugly.).

Here’s a different example, one that comes up frequently when we’re talking about writing: don’t write in the present tense, or, heaven forbid, the future tense. Has it been done? Of course. Should it be done? Well, that’s really up to you. As always, there’s a price to pay.

In this case, because past tense is the tense used in the vast majority of writing today (especially if you disregard “literary writing,” which accounts for two-thirds of the uses of other tenses), unless present or future tenses are used seamlessly, it’s going to jump out at the reader. Look at me, it screams. I am writing in the present tense. I am going to be writing in the future tense. If that’s the effect you want—if it serves your story somehow—then by all means, go for it. Some writers can do so in a way that’s unobtrusive, so you hardly notice it’s being done. But here’s the thing: most readers want to be swept up in a story and carried away by it. They want to be immersed in the world they’re reading about to such a degree that they forget about the real one they’re living in. That can not happen if the writing is calling attention to itself. Using tenses that scream “look at me” are not going to allow that to happen. Again: “Can it be done” is not the question you should be asking yourself. “Should it be done” is the question.

I could go on about this at length, but I’m sure by now you see my point. The bottom line is that the rules are there for a reason. And it’s not to say you can never, ever, ever do ____x____. It’s to say that if you do _____x_____, make sure you know why you’re not supposed to do it. Make sure you understand the price tag that comes with doing it. Make sure that you understand that even though great writing breaks a lot of rules, no one breaks the rules effectively without thoroughly understanding them.

Once you really, truly understand the rules, then by all means, go ahead and break them. Break them into a million shining pieces that people will hold up and bask in the glory of.

Break them so well that you’re the one that people are talking about when they come up to me at my next convention or workshop and say, “Yeah, but what about ____x____?”

Monday, January 31, 2011

SuperZeroes: Why Can’t We Get Heroes Right?

Quick reminder: today is the last day to vote for your favorite IGMS story of 2010.

There have been a bunch of super-powered TV wannabes popping out of the tube lately.  As a former comic-book addict I was excited for each and every one of these shows.  I love the super-hero meme; put a good origin story and a cape on it, and I AM THERE.

From Heroes to The Cape, the recent crop of meta-abled television shows have been disappointing.

It’s possible I’m too familiar with the cliches of the genre—the mainstays of origin stories are boring to me now.  I know that normal humans actually use more than 10% of their brains; I think that evolutionary watersheds are not likely to happen in a readily observable timeframe (from a human perspective).  I’m dubious about the abilities of gamma rays, x-rays, or cosmic rays to confer anything more than radiation sickness and a slow painful death. 

It’s possible that Buffy Summers ruined all future TV-based super-hero stories for me in a blinding display of camp and wit.  (Yes: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is a super-hero)  Joss Whedon can’t even live up to his creation (as he showed with the dreadfully boring Dollhouse); and if Joss can’t do it, is there really hope for anyone else?

I suppose it’s debatable whether Dollhouse was super-hero SF or just plain SF.  I shall not debate it here.

It’s also possible that Hollywood (or whomever) doesn’t really understand the type of story that draws people to superheroes, and that’s why so many big-and-small screen versions of them fail.  Will the curse that brought the X-men and Spider-man movie franchises low in their 3rd iteration carry-over to Christopher Nolan’s Batman series?  Remember that the 80’s Batman franchise nose-dived on its 3rd title…  These stories all died because of their sudden weight gain—too many antagonists, too many protagonists, and not enough time  spent clarifying and building the relationships between them all.  For me, NBC’s Heroes was a flop because the people were all caricatures who moaned, groaned, and whined their way through their new super-powered lives.  (With the exception of Hiro.  If the show had been called Hiro, and featured just him, I’d have been happy.)  ABC’s attempt at remaking the Fantastic Four family style (No Ordinary Family) fails for a similar reason: I don’t believe in this family.  Fall in a lake, and get super-powers from bio-luminescent thingies, sure; but the family dynamic is unbelievable.  Heck, the *individuals* are unbelievable.

Maybe it’s that I’ve become cynical in my advanced age.  I’m not sure that the glut of super-heroes flashing muscles and bespangled costumes on TV isn’t just a ploy to capitalize on the upcoming Thor, Green Lantern, and Captain America movies.  Like some exec is up in his office saying, “Know what’s big right now?  Heroes, that’s what.  Big heroes, with muscles and … you know, like that guy, whats-his-name, Stan Lee, used to write!  Get me Jessica Alba and a script, STAT!”

The good news is that super-heroes are making a comeback in literature too.  And from what I see, MUCH more successfully.  While it’s hard to put the same amount of visual splash into text, the super-heroes I’m reading about in short stories from James Maxey, Will Mcintosh, Ken Scholes and others pack a punch that their big-screened counterparts simply can’t match.

Zowie!

--Scott M. Roberts

Assistant Editor, IGMS

Thursday, January 20, 2011

First Annual InterGalactic Awards

We are pleased to announce the First Annual InterGalactic Awards. These awards are voted on by the readers in the following categories:

• Stories
• B&W Illustrations
• Cover Illustrations

In the first two categories, you may vote up to five times, ranking the stories and illustrations first through fifth place. For the cover illustration, you may vote only once.

Each subscriber can submit one ballot.

The voting window will be open until January 31 and winners will be announced in the February 2011 issue.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Goodreads interviews Orson Scott Card

Link to the interview

Quote:

I believe in the only real magic, which is born of genuine love and service to others. It is astonishing what can be done when people are truly loyal to each other and eager to meet each other's needs. Ultimately that's what all my fiction is about, because that's what life is about. I usually sum it up as "hunger, love, and death"—the needs of the body, the longing for community, the search for identity.

Friday, January 14, 2011

Interview with Faith Hunter

Intergalactic Editor-in-Chief, Edmund Schubert, recently interviewed fantasy novelist, Faith Hunter. Faith has a new novel out—Mercy Blade—which debuted this week at #24 on the NY Times bestseller list.

Edmund – Faith, tell us a bit about yourself.

Faith – I am a fantasy writer, born in Louisiana and raised all over the south. As Faith Hunter, I write urban fantasy (Jane Yellowrock series, also known as the Skinwalker series) and post-image apocalyptic dark fantasy (Rogue Mage series). Under the penname Gwen Hunter, I write action adventure, mysteries, thrillers and one novel in the category of women’s fiction. As Faith and Gwen, I have 22 books in print in 26 countries. I make jewelry for relaxation, mostly with stones, pearls, and copper. For fun I RV with the hubby and the two Pomeranians to Class II and III rivers, where we kayak whitewater. Ummm. By we I mean the hubby and me. The dogs stay in the RV, in air-conditioned comfort. Don’t think I’d let them on the water, or that they would go if I did. They are definitely frou-frou doggies.

I am one of the founders and contributors of magicalwords.net, a forum for writers and readers, about writing and all things fantasy. And I have several websites: www.faithhunter.net, www.gwenhunter.com

Edmund – Most of your novels, as both Faith and Gwen, are set in Louisiana and in the Appalachian mountains. Why do you tend to pick those locales as settings?

Faith – New Orleans, even after the devastation of Katrina, is unlike any place in the US. It’s a vibrant, friendly town with old and new, rich and poor, black and white, sitting cheek-to-jowl. It smells and feels old-world rich and old-world poor, nearly European in its energy, yet full of life and industry and an intense, organic passion. It smells of coffee and food and you can hear music everywhere. I adore it!

The mountains are full of history and mystery. The folds of earth, the dangerous terrain, make great places to set action scenes. And then there’s that whitewater. I just looooove researching in the Appalachian mountains!

Edmund – You have two series. Tell us about the worlds your novels are set in.

Faith – The world of the Rogue Hunter series is our world in every way except for a tiny shift in the historical timeline – when image Marilyn Monroe was staked by the Secret Service in the oval office while trying to turn the president of the US. Word got out that “things that go bump in the night” were real. Vamps and witches came out of the closet, forever changing society and culture. Jane Yellowrock appears modern time—literally, walking out of the mountain forest naked, wounded, scarred, with no memory of humankind. She is a full-blooded Cherokee and a Skinwalker—the title of the first book of the series—who hunts insane vamps and dispatches them.

The Rogue Mage novels, featuring Thorn St. Croix, are set in a post-apocalyptic world, one hundred, five years after the great image disaster struck. And while the apocalypse started out as many of the world’s religions expected, with the appearance of angels, it didn’t end up the way anyone had predicted. After billions of humans had died of the plague the angels brought, and then of war with demons and Darkness, the first generation of PostAp babies were born with the gift of magic. Thorn St. Croix is a stone-mage. And becomes a battle-mage as well.

Edmund – Describe a typical day of writing.

Faith – I am so boring. I mean really boring. My day is utterly mundane. Up at 8-ish. Take the dogs out. Check email and do important but less-than-creative work, like pay bills. Then I start the creative part of my day. To get into the mood and flow of the work-in-progress, I rewrite the previous day’s pages, which can take a few hours if the word and page count was good. I stop for email and brunch. Then I write new content, usually about 6 to 8 hours on the new stuff, which makes my work day 8 to 10 hours. Supper at 8. TV and dogs and hubby get attention. Bed at midnight. Except when I’m on the water, kayaking. Then the schedule goes all to heck!

I also work at a hospital lab on weekends, two 17 hour days. I do this for the benefits, and because I have a love of the job I trained for.

Edmund – Are you an outliner / planner or pantser (someone who writes by “the seat of her pants”)?

Faith – I am an outliner, for sure. Lately I’ve begun to call it OOPS – the Organic Outline ProcesS. It’s an outline of the plot points and the resolution. The organic part is what happens inside the character’s head and heart during the process of the unfolding of the plot. That is always such a surprise! And that surprise factor keeps me writing.

Edmund – You have a new book out, Mercy Blade, the third Rogue Hunter novel. Your main character, Jane Yellowrock, is a skinwalker, meaning that she can change into the shapes of other animals. But you added a unique twist to the character – the voice of Beast. Tell us about Beast and Jane, and how you came up with the idea of them.

Faith – I’ve always heard voices. The story-telling voices not the other kind. Well, maybe the other kind too. J Anyway, Kim Harrison and I were having tea and sharing ideas for new books and series and I bounced the idea of the series off of her. Then Iimage read the first Temple Grandin book and I was hooked on the way the animal brain works as opposed to the way the human brain works. I began to remember the old Tarzan movies. You know, Me Tarzan. You Jane. Beast was born, and became both Jane’s greatest strength and her greatest challenge.

Jane is one tough cookie – a conflicted, capable loaner. She is violent, broken, tender, loving, giving, solitary, a Cherokee skinwalker—possibly the last of her kind. She is … complicated, partially because her own history is lost to her in a version of traumatic, protective amnesia that left her isolated from other humans. She is a modern woman. She is a warrior woman who accidentally did black magic once, very long ago, and now has the soul of a mountain lion inside with her—her Beast. Beast wants to be alpha. And Beast is not always happy to be sharing her body. I thought the series would be a way to unravel who Jane is, but is seems she is growing more complicated! Welllll… Her love life is certainly growing more complicated…

Edmund – If you had to describe Mercy Blade in one word.

Faith – Action! But I’m a novelist, not a poet, so I’ll add to that if you don’t mind. Jane is torn in new and different ways with the appearance of weres on the world stage and in her life. She has an unwelcome houseguest Evangeline Everhart. Rick, her sometimes boyfriend, goes missing. (But is he undercover again or is he in trouble?) Bruiser is always there. But something isn’t right with him either. And then there’s the Mercy Blade (what is he?), and the weres, and the Grindylow, who is a different kettle of fish altogether. It’s not a laidback read. It’s intense, energetic, and has multiple twisted plotlines. As a novel, think of a fast-paced paranormal thriller.

Edmund – What is the next book?

FaithRaven Cursed is next. I just turned it in to my editor. But after Raven Cursed, I have nothing under contract. My future is dependant on the readers and how faithful they are to the series. Fans make or break books, and writers live on their joy and their love of books. If fans buy books and tell their friends to buy books, then a writer gets contracts. So far, Jane Yellowrock is selling, If I do my job well and the fans like it well enough to do theirs, then there will be more books in the series. All I can do is hope!

Edmund – What advice do you have for writers looking for that first big break?

Faith – Two things. First, www.magicalwords.net, a site dedicated to writing and to fantasy, hosted by a number of excellent writers: David B. Coe, Misty Massey, AJ Hartley, Stuart Jaffe, a certain Edmund Schubert, and lil’ ol’ me! Second, How to Write Magical Words, a Writer’s Companion. It’s available at Amazon and from the publisher, at www.bellarosabooks.com

Thank you for having me here, Edmund!

Edmund – Thanks for visiting with us, Faith.

To learn more about Faith, please visit her at her website: Faith Hunter www.faithhunter.net


Thursday, January 13, 2011

Titles, a Follow Up

A while ago, Edmund wrote this blog entry about titles.

In kind of a follow-up to that, I decided to scroll through my database of slush entries and post some titles that caught my eye.  The only qualification is that the title had to make me interested in reading the story.  I gauged interest by whether or not I slowed down my scrolling for more than a second to consider the title.

Hillbillies and Hovercars
Dead Letter Box
My Anosmia Blog
Checkerboard Bomb
Redeef's Hungry Wife
Robots Just Want to Get Paid
Please Don't Talk About Me When I'm Gone
Jump Joint
Free Surprise in Every Box
Death's Last Daughter
Indecent Magical Things
Showing Fairies for Fun and Profit
The Booby-Trapped Boy
Eye of Newt and iPods
Iron Clown Gideon
Jesus Particle
More Than Kin, and Less Than Kind
The Skin of the Lesser God
The Prophet and the Clown
Captain Amberson's Amazing Electric Menagerie
Boys that Bite, Boys that Bark
Feeding the Feral Children
The Truth About Robots
The Tiger in the Forest Between Two Worlds
Heart of Darkest Tortuguero
Inside Things
Artificial Intuition

There are a couple things that strike me about the titles I’ve selected.  I like titles that have a little bit of poetry to them—assonance and alliteration, when not overdone, draw my eye and give me the impression that the author is literate and quite possibly even intelligent.  I apparently like titles that seem refer to other literary works—is Heart of Darkest Tortuguero an analog for Conrad’s Heart of Darkness?  Does The Tiger in the Forest Between Two Worlds make reference to Blake’s The Tyger?

I also like titles that suggest a story—Redeef’s Hungry Wife, for example.  That’s conjures visions of an insanely peckish woman, and her hand-wringing husband who tries to sate her.  What does he give her to eat?  What macabre appetites does poor Redeef try to satisfy?

A third element I notice in these titles is that I seem to be drawn to the combination of words that don’t necessarily go together—like Artificial Intuition.  Usually, I hear about artificial intelligence; intuition is word that implies an inborn-ness that is contrary to the idea of artificial. 

While I like titles that imply adventure and travel (Heart of Darkest Tortuguero) I noticed while scrolling through the slush titles that stories that use alien and fantasy names in their titles tend to be dissuasive.

Things to keep in mind…

 

--Scott M. Roberts

Assistant Editor, IGMS

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

First Annual Intergalactic Awards

We are pleased to announce the First Annual InterGalactic Awards. These awards are voted on by the readers in the following categories:

• Stories
• B&W Illustrations
• Cover Illustrations

In the first two categories, you may vote up to five times, ranking the stories and illustrations first through fifth place. For the cover illustration, you may vote only once.

Each subscriber can submit one ballot.

The voting window will be open until January 31 and winners will be announced in the February 2011 issue.

Orson Scott Card Talks Fantasy and Mapping on Tor.com

Mapping worlds in The Lost Gate.

Sometimes you know when you’re onto something big. LostGate It was the same year that “Ender’s Game” appeared in Analog—my first sci-fi publication. I was working with Ben Bova, and the stories I was selling all had spaceships and rivets and machines. But in my heart, what I loved was fantasy.

No, let’s be more precise: What I loved was Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings and George Macdonald’s The Light Princess and C. S. Lewis’s Till We Have Faces and Michael Crichton’s Eaters of the Dead and Thomas Hardy’s Far From the Madding Crowd and John Hersey’s White Lotus and Miller’s A Canticle for Leibowitz and Crowley’s The Deep and Peake’s Ghormengast.