In this week’s episode, I ramble on about Pokémon Go, before diving into writing advice and why I think it sucks. Then after trying to convince you that writing advice sucks, I then to proceed to give you some writing advice, which sucks.
Guess I should have thought that more through…
Oh well. Here are the people I mention at the end of the show who helped me in my writing journey.
So this past Saturday, I had the opportunity to be on a local radio show here in Savannah. It’s called Muses, Memoirs, and More, and it features authors and other creatives from the Georgia area. My buddy Adam Messer hosts it, you may remember me mentioning him from the Savannah Quill Convention.
I got to be the guest on the second episode, which was really cool. After the episode, Adam edits it and posts it to YouTube. I’ve shared it with y’all here. Give it a listen and if you like the format, give a like and subscribe to the YouTube page for more content.
Also, make sure you subscribe to hear next weeks episode! Adam and I are switching seats and I will be hosting and interviewing him! Adam has a background with writing a local column here in Savannah and you can learn about the origin of the Savannah Quill Book Convention.
Alright, so I may be posting this a little late in order to promote the book signing, but the whole thing kind of just materialized out of nowhere anyways.
So, October totally snuck up on me this year.
I knew it was October. I knew Halloween was coming, because me and my daughter have been planning on being Darth Vader and Princess Leia for the longest time now. But the fact that it was October and that it’s been 4 years since I first released A New Death into the wilds of the internet, that completely slipped my mind.
4 years.
Isn’t it crazy how time just flies by?
4 years ago and I just had this silly idea of self-publishing a zombie e-book amongst a sea of zombie e-books.
Silly, silly Joshua.
Anyways, as I often do, I got somewhat reflective and nostalgic about the past 4 years. My cousin played a small part in it as well, as he is in the process of writing his first novel and asked me a few questions the other day.
Which led to the above video.
I recorded this the day before the book signing, so my apologies for not telling you sooner.
But you can still listen in on the five (now six) things I wish I knew before I published my first novel. These are completely subjective and were really the first things that came to mind when I asked myself the question of what would I have done differently.
1. I wish I would have taken it a little slower at the beginning.
I remember finishing the first draft and the sense of relief and accomplishment I felt. I also remember feeling the impending doom of “Okay, now what?” I knew there was editing, formatting for Amazon Kindle and Barnes & Noble Nook, and promoting to be done, but how? When? But mostly, how? I had no idea what I was doing and just kind of kept putting one foot out in front of the other, hoping that there would be ground underneath, sighing a breath of relief whenever there was.
So, the whole publishing process went fast, maybe too fast. Looking back on it now, I wish I had slowed down and stopped to think about where I was heading with this whole author/publisher thing, but looking back on it now, I’m just reminded of a clip from Christopher Nolan’s The Dark Night:
2. I would have launched the books differently. (read: better)
When I first released A New Death, I launched it just as an e-book. That was the extent of what I planned on doing, as I had no idea that printing options were available. Again, see above gif. So I launched A New Death in the Amazon Kindle ecosystem and into the cold, shallow waters of the Nook. I spent more time with the Kindle, as it was A.) more user friendly and B.) the more popular of the two.
Knowing what I know now, I would have liked to publish both the e-book and the paperback at the same time, so if you’re still waiting for A New Daybreak, know that you’re going to have to wait for me to finish both now. (Sorry.)
3. I would have liked to finish the trilogy before I published them.
Okay, so this one is debatable. And it comes solely from the perspective of me trying to sell and market my books. (Spoilers: I like getting paid for my work.) But my thinking behind this point is this:
People are more apt to dive into a series that they know they can finish and not wait on the author to finish writing them. (Looking at you George R. R. Martin…)
Again, I’m still personally up in the air about this one, but hey, there it is.
4. I wouldn’t have wasted time on e-readers other than the Amazon Kindle.
Remember when I mentioned the Barnes & Noble Nook earlier?
I think I can count on both my hands how many copies I sold on that thing. (That’s less than ten for all my fellow public school kids.)
And the Kobo? Aww jeez, Rick.
Amazon is the Pickle Rick of the e-reader world.
5. I would have spent more time on the print books.
When I first started, print wasn’t even on the radar. I thought that was only something you could get from an actual publisher or one of those vanity publishers, which I knew to stay well clear of.
But there was Amazon, goading me onwards, deeper into the jungles of the self-publishing world.
“Hey, you’ve done e-books with us. Have you met our friend CreateSpace?”
“Why, no Amazon, I haven’t. Nice to meet you, CreateSpace.”
It was something like that, I think. It gets kinda fuzzy after a few years.
Anyways, the paperback versions of my books have been great for making small waves here in Savannah. I’ve been able to do book signings and get my books into some cool local shops, something I would never be able to do with an e-book. This all goes back to me slowing down in the beginning and actually doing some research into self-publishing outside of e-books.
6. I would have treated this more like a job.
There was a shift somewhere, where this stopped being “just some cool thing I could do” and turned into “Man, I would really like to do this for the rest of my life.” I’m not 100% sure when that happened; I think maybe in between CJ’s Story and A New Darkness, or maybe it was there somewhere all along.
I knew eventually though, that I should have been treating it more professionally and more like a job, but still, for some reason I just wasn’t all in. I don’t know.
But I do know now, that I’m stuck in between the rock and hard place of: having a good, well-paying, providing job that sucks the life out of me everyday, but I do it because I love my family and want to take care of them OR this author job, which grants me fulfillment and I enjoying doing, but the financial side of it is, um, questionable.
Knowing now, what I wish I had known then was, if I had slowed down, and thought about this a little bit more than just publishing some e-book, if I had thought about it as a potential career, and then treated it like one, where could I have been now?
But like they say, hindsight is always 20/20.
Can’t say that I would change anything though. It’s been a long ride, and I could have made it a little easier on myself, but to think about all I’ve learned, I think the journey was worth it.
So if you’re just starting out, take my advice, or don’t. You’ll get there eventually and I’ll be there waiting to tell you what I’ve learned in the meantime.
Here’s some food for thought for my fellow writers, artists, and creators:
Everyone wants to be an Avenger. To be Iron Man or Captain America, or heck, even just Hawkeye for one day would be the dream for many of us. To us, our Avengers are authors like Stephen King, J. K. Rowling, or filmmakers like Spielberg, Lucas, or Christopher Nolan. Or maybe artists like Warhol, Rembrandt, or even Jack Kirby and Stan Lee. The ones who people think of when the words “author, director, artist” come to mind. We all want to be big shots in our creative fields, not because we crave fame, (although some of us do, I’m looking at you Tony Stark) but because we want to make a difference with our art.
Here’s the thing: you can make a difference.
But be a Defender, not an Avenger.
Yeah, the Avengers get all the limelight, the tent-pole movie blockbusters, and all the sweet Hasbro action figures to go with it. But the Defenders, the Defenders are fighting crime on the street-level. They’re in the trenches, getting the work done that the Avengers don’t have time to deal with, which isn’t a knock on the Avengers. They obviously have bigger issues on hand, such as fighting off alien invasions led by an Asgardian god of mischief or stopping the destruction of the world at the hands of an unruly artificial intelligence program.
Some of us may never see the big time. But what we can do is make a difference in our cities. In our own creative circles. We may never have a big blockbuster or New York Times best seller on our hands, but we’re there in the trenches, getting the work done. We’re hitting those word counts and working a full-time job. We’re uploading quality content to YouTube and interacting with our audience, all while we’re raising two year olds and wiping noses. We’re on the Twitters, doing the tweets, and tweeting the things.
It may not seem like much, but it’s what we got.
And what we got, is sometimes all the world needs.
So get out there and make a difference in your circles, in your city, or even in your neighborhood. Because you never know, sometimes even a friendly, neighborhood Spider-Man can become an Avenger.
I recently did an interview with the Savannah Quill founder, Adam Messer.
Wait.
You haven’t heard of the Savannah Quill? (Snorts pretentiously)
Oh, you really haven’t heard of it?
That’s cool, I guess…
It’s only the COOLEST THING EVER!!!
Okay, maybe a slight exaggeration on my part there, but I’m sorry, I’m just really excited.
You see, the Savannah Quill is a book conference aimed at connecting authors and readers together to promote literacy.
Sounds pretty dang awesome, huh?
You bet your Reading Rainbow socks it does.
Still not convinced? Then check out the interview and then hop on over to savannahquill.com to see what all the fuss is about. If you’re a writer, a reader, or somewhere in between, then do yourself a favor and check this out:
Okay, enough joshing around, (See what I did there?) here it is:
Prologue
I am walking down a dark road.
It is nighttime and there is blood on my hands.
Not figuratively.
I look down and my hands are slick with blood. whose blood
I… I cannot remember.
It is fresh, warm. It smells of rot and there is a metallic taste in my mouth.
Like the taste of a copper penny.
Something dribbles from the corner of my mouth, but I do not care.
I am dead.
But I am not at the same time.
I look down again and I see that my legs are moving. My feet shuffle awkwardly, as if asleep. wake up feet wake up
I giggle at this, but the air escapes my mouth in an arid gasp.
A moan follows it. A groaning I feel escape from deep within my gut.
I am hungry. so fucking hungry
I remember eating recently. Something tough shifts between my dry gums. I work my jaw in an effort to free whatever is in my mouth. It touches my cracked tongue. meat
The feeling of the HUNGER surges throughout my body. It fills every ounce of me, my very essence one of desire and bloodlust. I must feed.
Soon.
I beg my feet to pick up their pace. They are resistant at first, but the HUNGER reaches them as well and they soon stumble into a light jog.
I feel every snapping tendon. Every dry grinding joint. For some reason, I think I should be feeling something, but again, I cannot remember. Some kind of bodily warning that I am harming myself, some indicator of distress. what is the word what is the word what is the word
I hear a snap.
My hip wobbles and I tumble forward, the ground rushing up to stop my face. My left arm flies up to slow my fall, but I hear another crack.
My wrist breaks and my face slams into the concrete. The fall would have broken my nose.
If I had one.
It is missing. It was taken from me by… I cannot remember.
The HUNGER ripples throughout my veins. It rides on the coagulated sludge that once was my blood.
I slowly push my way up using the stump of arm where my hand dangles freely. A strand of rubbery flesh tethers it to my wrist, swinging back and forth, back and forth.
I giggle again and again it comes forth as a moan. must feed must feed must feed
The HUNGER does not take long to remind me of the emptiness in my stomach. As if I forgot. I look down and notice a gaping hole in my abdomen. Something long and slippery sways from the opening. It reminds me of meat meat meat
Minutes pass, but the HUNGER makes them feel like hours. Every creaking of bone a ticking of the second hand. tick tick tick eat eat eat
I black out.
I come to. I am still walking. My hand has fallen off somewhere. I do not care.
While I was out, my body had been busy marching towards the smell of food. A breeze carried the scent of burnt wood and warm flesh.
I am getting close.
I pass through trees and come into a small clearing. The pale orb in the sky lights the grove.
A triangular shape sits in the middle of the grove and smoke rises from a smoldering pile of ash.
The HUNGER aches within me as I make my way towards the tent.
I tremble with joy as I look inside and see a man asleep.
He has not heard me.
He is dressed in orange. Black markings across his back.
I cannot read them. I do not remember how.
I fall forward onto him. He wakes, but his struggle is futile as my jagged teeth tear into his cheek.
I feel pure glee as his hot blood fills my mouth.
He is screaming, but I do not care. My teeth open for another bite, but then stop. not right not right not right
Something is wrong.
He tastes different.
Not like the others. oh no oh no oh no
In my hesitation, the man shoves me back and I fall through the opening. I hit the ground hard, laying there for a minute looking up at the twinkling lights above me.
“What have you done?!” The man bellows.
He is now standing over me, his massive frame towering over me.
“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!”
I roll to my side in an attempt to escape, but something hits me hard in the back and I begin to tumble across the ground. As I circle around, I see the bottom of the man’s foot where my back was.
I have attacked other men before this one. Normally they came at me with sharp metal objects, or in some cases, their hands held a tool that made the sound of thunder.
That’s it.
That was why I have the hole in my stomach.
This man held nothing.
His hands were bare just like mine. just like you just like you
“I’m not like the others you’ve eaten…”
He holds his hand up to the bite wound I left on his face.
He smiles.
“They did something to us. Something… wrong.”
I try to get up and leave again, but quickly he is on top of me. His fists begin to pummel my face. I hear the skull fragmenting inside my head. Bone splinters, my already piss-poor vision becoming blurrier.
He stops and backs off, clutching at his side. He yells in pain and his muscles begin to bulge through his orange jumpsuit. The fabric begins to tear as his flesh contorts. His eyes blaze red.
Something is inside me. I look down to see the man’s hands deep into my belly, pulling the opening wider and allowing for more of my guts to spill onto the ground. oh well
The man yanks out the remains of my insides and steps back again, this time admiring his handiwork. The muscles in his neck continue to grow, his skin splitting and cracking at the pressure.
“You see deadhead,” the man continues, his voice now deeper and coarser. “I was already dead before you entered the tent.”
And with that, he slammed his fist into my head and my skull finally gave way.
I welcomed the darkness.
So, what did you think? Let me know in the comments! Now to go finish the rest of the book!
A little update before I take my Sunday afternoon nap before work tonight. (I work Sunday nights 9 to whenever we finish at my “real” job.)
First off, check out the new cover for CJ’s Story:
It now matches the cover for the new Lexx’s Story that drops the end of this week. I felt like it needed some updating, plus now it matches. I like the way it looks. The text is big, it’s simple, and it features the “Savannah Zombie” tagline, connecting better to the rest of the series. Amazon is in the process of updating it now. What do you think?
Second, I will be running a free promo on A New Death this week.
Yes, I said free.
So if you’ve read book one in the Savannah Zombie series, now’s a good time to tell your friends to check it out! Or if you haven’t read it, now’s a great time for you to check it out! My reasons for giving my work away for free is twofold:
1. To get my work out there and find new readers. Being self published, I feel like this is a great way to introduce my writing to new people.
2. I’m really hoping for some new reviews. If you download it during the promo, (or if you have already read it) please consider leaving a review. Reviews really help other readers decide whether or not a book is worth checking out. In a nutshell: the more reviews, the more a book gets noticed.
Well, that’s it for now. Time to go get some sleep before tonight shift!
Whether it’s a hard rock, metal-palooza, where the only thing that seems more percussive than the shotgun blasts is the bass drum thumping out its beat-o-carnage. Or maybe it’s just an epic instrumental track that sets the mood like a low rolling fog on a full moon night. It slowly crescendos, until it erupts, and all hell breaks loose.
A New Death and its sequels are no different.
While some people cannot listen to music while they write, (because maybe they are purists and they cannot even fathom some other art form tainting their muse, or they simply can’t concentrate on the words they are penning in front of them while listening to someone else sing), I need music to write.
Writing in silence is weird. There’s this strange balance I need in order to write (well) and while complete silence drives me cuckoo for cocoa puffs, needless background noise (TV, I’m looking at you) is just as unhelpful.
I’ve always had a love for music and the fact that music and writing are so intertwined in my creative being, well, I’m no psychologist, but it just makes sense. I’m extremely cerebral (read: head in the clouds), so when I write, the music seeps in and marinates what I’m writing.
Which brings me back to zombies.
There are certain types of music that have influenced A New Death, some of which I make direct mention of in the book, while others, you can see similar themes.
Below are a list of songs/albums that are most likely playing when I’m writing about the zombie apocalypse found in A New Death. They appear in no particular order (Hello, shuffle!), and while I could go on and on about each individual song, I will not, but I have picked a few of my favorites to expound on. Enjoy.
Death of Me – Red
Fight Inside – Red
The Walking Dead Soundtrack: Sinking Man by Of Monsters and Men especially
Muse: Absolution was my first album by Muse and I cannot tell you how many times I have listened to it. From Apocalypse Please to Ruled by Secrecy, this album is a must for a post-apocalyptic soundtrack. I keep all of their albums on my mp3 player at all times.
Weak and Powerless – A Perfect Circle
The Deftones
The Pretender – The Foo Fighters
Korn: I mostly stick to the greatest hits album, but I did enjoy Get Up from The Path of Totality. Call me crazy, but I felt that Korn and Dubstep were made for each other.
Some Kind of Zombie – Audio Adrenaline
Sail – AWOLNATION
Zombie – The Cranberries: If there were a slow bluegrass version of this song, it would be perfect for A New Death. Someone make this happen!
The Man Who Sold the World – Nirvana
Sabotage – The Beastie Boys: If you’ve read the book, you know what’s up.
Video Game Music – This can be anything from the Tank music in Left 4 Dead to fan versions of the music from Doom. Special shout out to the instrumental piece in the trailer for Dead Island. If you have not seen that, do yourself a favor and do it right now. Easily better than 75% of the zombie movies out there.
Flagpole Sitta – Harvey Danger: Ok, when I picture the A New Death movie, this is the song the movie opens in and intros Jeremy at the grocery store. Hollywood, take notes.
The Man Comes Around – Johnny Cash (Thanks Zach Snyder.)
Liar – The Henry Rollins Band
Sweet Dreams – Marilyn Manson: This song is used excellently in the movie Gamer during Cable’s escape.
Panic Switch – Silversun Pickups
Kill Everybody – Skrillex
Radiohead: Okay, Okay, I’m late to the Radiohead game, but man, where has this band been all my life? If the only song you’ve heard by this band is Creep, please go download Ok Computer right now. Wow, just wow.
Wait and Bleed – Slipknot: Also the song I imagine when Jeremy experiences the Rage for the first time.
Nine Inch Nails
Tool
The Widow – The Mars Volta
Joker and the Thief – Wolfmother
This isn’t everything I listen to, but there’s a good chance one of these songs/bands are playing when I do! If you want the full A New Death experience, go and download these songs, let ‘em marinate, and re-read.
Enjoy.
Josh
What songs would make your zombie apocalypse soundtrack?
Hey everybody, just wanted to give a quick update and let you know what I’m up to.
First, A New Darkness releases on Kindle this Saturday! You can still pre-order it and save 33% on this weekend’s price and 66% on list price. If you haven’t yet, go and get it here.
Maybe you’re like, “I still haven’t read A New Death yet.” Well, good for you, A New Death is on sale until Saturday! Get it for $1.99 here!
Or maybe you like paper. (Who doesn’t? Books smell amazing.) Well, good news for you, I’ve made some updates to the paperback version of A New Death and started work on the A New Darkness paperback this week. So both of those will be live in the next couple of weeks.
And lastly, I don’t normally do too much promotion leading up to book launch (one of my weak points) but this time around, I’m trying something new.
It’s called Thunderclap. Thunderclap works like this: You go and hook up your social media (Facebook, Twitter, and Tumblr) to my Thunderclap promotion. Then on Saturday at noon, Thunderclap will blast out a message featuring my book and link through all of our social media accounts. Pretty cool, right? The only catch is I have to get full support or else the message won’t go out.
As of right now, I’m at 14 out of 100 supporters. With only 14 people signed on, it already has a reach of 4313 people. Can you imagine if we get all 100?
I’ve done this before and have never received any junk mail from it, or any emails afterwards. It’s an extremely easy way to help support me. All you have to do is give up one tweet or status update on Saturday.
100 people is an easily reached number. We can do this. Sign up here.
Thank you so much for the support and I look forward to hearing what you have to say about A New Darkness!
