Art Squared

Art Squared

PLEASE HELP AN INDIE WRITER

I’m going to try this one more time as it seems I am on Amazon’s pay-no-mind list. As an indie author, I depend upon giving out free books to help introduce people to my work. The largest bookseller on the planet is Amazon and it would help me tremendously if they listed the first book in my series for free.

My Babylon – Book One: Body has been free on other websites for months now. Amazon claims that it will (sometimes) price match other stores. It’s the only way to get my book permanently free on Amazon. I’m going to try one more time to get them to do this for me.

PLEASE HELP – It will cost you noting and only take a minute.

Please go to my book’s page on Amazon.

http://www.amazon.com/My-Babylon-Book-Body-ebook/dp/B00CKH0Z4C

Find the link under PRODUCT DETAILS that says, “Tell us about a lower price.”

Click it, and let them know you found my book for $0.00 at one of the following websites.

Barnes & Noble

http://www.amazon.com/My-Babylon-Book-Body-ebook/dp/B00CKH0Z4C

Apple iBookstore

https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/my-babylon-book-one-body/id683621286?mt=11

Smashwords

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/341265

Kobo

http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/my-babylon

If you want, tell them about all of them. But PLEASE reblog this and ask your followers to do the same. I will be eternally grateful and pray to my pagan gods to bless you with good books for the rest of your life. Hopefully, if we hit Amazon with a massive wave of price matching requests they’ll finally get the hint.

New Story

Started a new story today that’s going to be a part of our Mid-World Arts Christmas collection. As you would expect from me, it’s not what most people think of when they think Christmas. Here’s the beginning first draft.

A Death in the Family

James L. Wilber

 

I blame my brother. All the shit that went down. All the people that suffered. I never wanted any of that to happen. But to be perfectly honest, I have a hard time feeling sorry about it. Still, I blame Zeus. I know he planned the whole thing. It would be nice if someone told me why.

He had come down from Olympus for the first time in years. That should have been my first clue. I had taken him out to a club because that’s what you do in Necropolis. It’s all about the nightlife. We stood on a balcony overlooking the dance floor, drinks in our hands. Below us, the well-dressed partiers writhed to a languid tune. I lifted a knowing eyebrow at him and he smiled at what he surveyed. He never saw shit like this back home. Olympus was all about pubs and “ladies night” and drink until you puke. Here, we did things in style.

“You don’t fool me,” he said, his booming voice cutting through the music.

I turned around and leaned my back against the railing. “Oh?” I said as I swished the ice around in my empty glass. No need to yell. Talking in the clubs is all about pitch. My voice always managed to slither under and through the throbbing bass.

“You hate this. It bores the fuck out of you.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

But the bastard had already done it. He had planted the seed. Did I hate this place? This city? These people? Hate was a strong word. Bored, maybe. I had seen it all. Done it all. I had built this town to be my own personal playpen and now I was stuck in it. All the jaded fucks who lived here were obsessed with fashion, which included wearing a persona that pretend not to give a fuck about anything. They all went to great lengths to show each other how unimpressed they were. All of them were so wrapped up in the galleries and the clubs and the parties and their own fucking image. Not a single one of them noticed they weren’t actually living.

 Zeus turned to face me. He stood out with his cream colored shirt, grey hair and beard. No one in Necropolis would suffer a grey hair to go undyed. Keep young and beautiful, that’s their motto. I guess I should consider myself lucky. My black hair and beard are still natural, even though I’m the elder.

“It’s not an irreparable problem,” he said, looking me in the eye. “You just need to get out. Get away. Stop worrying so much about your job.”

“Yeah, well if I didn’t worry about this place no one else would.”

“Perhaps, but maybe it’s not a place that requires all that much worry.” He drained his drink and softened his tone. “Look, I’m not saying quit. Fuck knows I don’t want the job.”

That’s one thing about my family. You can’t count on them for shit. Just ask our parents.

“What I’m saying is, get out. Take a vacation. Take a trip to the wine country. See something else than this gloomy fucking place.”

Actually, I liked the weather down in the valley. Cold and dark suited me just fine. But getting out didn’t sound too bad. I did like wine.

“Gather up an entourage. Take a limo. Just a day trip. Get trashed. Here….”

He handed me an old pack of cigarettes. I peaked inside and saw three perfectly rolled Js. “I don’t need this. I got plenty of coke.”

I went to hand them back but he waved it away. “That’s the problem. You take all that shit that winds you up. You need to relax. I’m telling you, this is the good shit.”

I looked at the joints again. They were, of course, just joints. “What makes them so special?”

“It’s a special hybrid. It’s called narcissus. It chills you out but doesn’t make you sleepy. I know how you hate that.”

Sleep always reminded me of being dead.

“Plus, it’ll get your pecker up.” He winked as he said it.

That sealed the deal. Not that I cared for an aphrodisiac, I just thought it best to keep it out of his hands. The last thing my brother needed was another excuse for a hard-on.

Today I am proud to announce that another Mid-World Arts writer has a book on Amazon. Dick Thomas has just released Ghostvision – Book One: The Legend, the first part of his horror/contemporary fantasy saga.

I promote Mid-World writers because I truly enjoy their work. This one is no exception. I was particularly impressed in how even though the book has fantastic elements, that the characters have real problems that are in many ways more horrific than the supernatural threats they face. 

He also treads on ground few have gone before in creating an “epic horror.” If you’re a fan of ensemble books containing many characters with interweaving plots and enjoy classic horror, this book is for you.

It’s only 99 cents right now for Kindle on Amazon.

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Ghostvision – Book One: The Legend

Autumn Faust has been tormented all her life with visions of ghosts.

Ike Isaacs, a man she knows only from the Internet, claims he can rid her of her curse.

Cristina Fuentes, a paranormal investigator with psychic abilities of her own, arrives in Autumn’s hometown to investigate the local legend of the Ice BItch, a ghost rumored to kill hapless victims on snowy nights.

As a blizzard looms, Autumn and her friends seek to uncover the truth about the Ice Bitch. Is she the ghost of a teenage girl, or something even more terrifying, and much more dangerous?

Getting Over My Babylon

I think I’m getting over My Babylon’s spectacular lack of success. It was, from it’s conception, a book that only a select group of people would fully understand and enjoy. It’s a genre book, yet it is completely unlike most commercial fiction. It has no car chases or explosions. It’s not a thriller. It’s not about how “cool” the character’s powers are. It’s almost a character study. Combine that with esoteric symbolism known only by a few and a perspective that can be viewed as anti-Christian, anti-capitalist, and anti-American, I should have fucking known better than to expect anyone to read it.

The problem is, My Babylon was so much more emotionally satisfying than what I’m working on now. And I worry that the few readers I have picked up will be disappointed that the magic in my next book lacks the K.

Not that I’m ashamed of my next project. It’s more fun to read, and it’s a lot more accessible. If you like urban fantasy, but hate the mamby-pamby fairy aspects of it, Chasing the Wyrm is for you. If you’re ready for an urban fantasy that does not have your standard of melange of vampires, werewolves, lycans, shifters, faey, re-hashed-crapola, Chasing the Wyrm is for you. If you hate how most urban fantasy ignores modern society and the world going on around them, Chasing the Wyrm is for you.

So maybe I’m setting myself up for failure again. I wonder if what people want is the same old shit they have been given all their life. I refuse to do that. That’s the reason I decided to self publish in the first place. Yeah, insulting the readership is gonna earn me points I’m sure.

So here I go again, through the Abyss. Chasing the Wyrm is coming soon. 

Writing Advice: by Chuck Palahniuk

In six seconds, you’ll hate me.
But in six months, you’ll be a better writer.

From this point forward—at least for the next half year—you may not use “thought” verbs. These include: Thinks, Knows, Understands, Realizes, Believes, Wants, Remembers, Imagines, Desires, and a hundred others you love to use.

The list should also include: Loves and Hates.
And it should include: Is and Has, but we’ll get to those later.

Until some time around Christmas, you can’t write: Kenny wondered if Monica didn’t like him going out at night…”

Instead, you’ll have to Un-pack that to something like: “The
mornings after Kenny had stayed out, beyond the last bus, until he’d had to bum a ride or pay for a cab and got home to find Monica faking sleep, faking because she never slept that quiet, those mornings, she’d only put her own cup of coffee in the microwave. Never his.”

Instead of characters knowing anything, you must now present the details that allow the reader to know them. Instead of a character wanting something, you must now describe the thing so that the reader wants it.

Instead of saying: “Adam knew Gwen liked him.” You’ll have to say: “Between classes, Gwen had always leaned on his locker when he’d go to open it. She’s roll her eyes and shove off with one foot, leaving a black-heel mark on the painted metal, but she also left the smell of her perfume. The combination lock would still be warm from her butt. And the next break, Gwen would be leaned there, again.”

In short, no more short-cuts. Only specific sensory detail: action, smell, taste, sound, and feeling.

Typically, writers use these “thought” verbs at the beginning of a paragraph (In this form, you can call them “Thesis Statements” and I’ll rail against those, later). In a way, they state the intention of the paragraph. And what follows, illustrates them.

For example:
“Brenda knew she’d never make the deadline. was backed up from the bridge, past the first eight or nine exits. Her cell phone battery was dead. At home, the dogs would need to go out, or there would be a mess to clean up. Plus, she’d promised to water the plants for her neighbor…”

Do you see how the opening “thesis statement” steals the thunder of what follows? Don’t do it.

If nothing else, cut the opening sentence and place it after all the others. Better yet, transplant it and change it to: Brenda would never make the deadline.

Thinking is abstract. Knowing and believing are intangible. Your story will always be stronger if you just show the physical actions and details of your characters and allow your reader to do the thinking and knowing. And loving and hating.

Don’t tell your reader: “Lisa hated Tom.”

Instead, make your case like a lawyer in court, detail by detail.

Present each piece of evidence. For example: “During roll call, in the breath after the teacher said Tom’s name, in that moment before he could answer, right then, Lisa would whisper-shout ‘Butt Wipe,’ just as Tom was saying, ‘Here’.”

One of the most-common mistakes that beginning writers make is leaving their characters alone. Writing, you may be alone. Reading, your audience may be alone. But your character should spend very, very little time alone. Because a solitary character starts thinking or worrying or wondering.

For example: Waiting for the bus, Mark started to worry about how long the trip would take…”

A better break-down might be: “The schedule said the bus would come by at noon, but Mark’s watch said it was already 11:57. You could see all the way down the road, as far as the Mall, and not see a bus. No doubt, the driver was parked at the turn-around, the far end of the line, taking a nap. The driver was kicked back, asleep, and Mark was going to be late. Or worse, the driver was drinking, and he’d pull up drunk and charge Mark seventy-five cents for death in a fiery traffic accident…”

A character alone must lapse into fantasy or memory, but even then you can’t use “thought” verbs or any of their abstract relatives.

Oh, and you can just forget about using the verbs forget and remember.

No more transitions such as: “Wanda remembered how Nelson used to brush her hair.”

Instead: “Back in their sophomore year, Nelson used to brush her hair with smooth, long strokes of his hand.”

Again, Un-pack. Don’t take short-cuts.

Better yet, get your character with another character, fast.
Get them together and get the action started. Let their actions and words show their thoughts. You—stay out of their heads.

And while you’re avoiding “thought” verbs, be very wary about using the bland verbs “is” and “have.”

For example:
“Ann’s eyes are blue.”

“Ann has blue eyes.”

Versus:

“Ann coughed and waved one hand past her face, clearing the cigarette smoke from her eyes, blue eyes, before she smiled…”

Instead of bland “is” and “has” statements, try burying your details of what a character has or is, in actions or gestures. At its most basic, this is showing your story instead of telling it.

And forever after, once you’ve learned to Un-pack your characters, you’ll hate the lazy writer who settles for: “Jim sat beside the telephone, wondering why Amanda didn’t call.”

Please. For now, hate me all you want, but don’t use thought verbs. After Christmas, go crazy, but I’d bet money you won’t.

(…)

For this month’s homework, pick through your writing and circle every “thought” verb. Then, find some way to eliminate it. Kill it by Un-packing it.

Then, pick through some published fiction and do the same thing. Be ruthless.

“Marty imagined fish, jumping in the moonlight…”

“Nancy recalled the way the wine tasted…”

“Larry knew he was a dead man…”

Find them. After that, find a way to re-write them. Make them stronger.

This is why he is my hero

Would You Help An Indie Artist?

I need a show of hands. I am considering whether or not I should enroll the complete edition of My Babylon in the KDP select program. If I do, I can only sell the book on Amazon for the first 90 days.

The only benefit to doing it this way is to get reviews. If I enroll in Select I can give the book away for free for one day, so that people who want to review it can get a copy that is an Amazon verified purchase. But I’m only going to do this if I have enough people promise to give the book an honest review. 

So would you leave a review on Amazon if you got the book for free?