You Can’t Say That! #2

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Resident Evil 6 Reveal Trailer

After hearing all the rumors about a Resident Evil reboot, today’s news comes as a relief to me. I’ve always been a fan of the series, but the older games’ control styles never quite appealed to me. Resident Evil 4 was a breath of fresh air to me, however, and Resident Evil 5 was just as fun, though 5 lost a lot of the creep factor that 4 had. Also, with the introduction of Las Plagas, I was afraid we’d never see Umbrella and the T-Virus again.

Boy was I wrong.

The zombies are back, and from the looks of it, they are really fucking hungry. This trailer looks epic, and it looks like we’ll be seeing some outbreak action the likes of which we haven’t seen since the original outbreak in Raccoon City from parts 2 and 3.  November just can’t come soon enough for me.

 

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Are You the Key Master?

 

I’m a writer… but you already knew that. What you probably don’t know is that I have a dark secret that will label me a traitor to my fellow writers. A few months ago I went over to the Dark Side — and it’s true… they really do have cookies! During the month of October I worked as the submissions editor for a small publisher that will for the time being go unnamed. Why? Because if I rejected your manuscript I don’t want you showing up here in the middle of the night to rape my cats, that’s why.

Why am I just now coming out with this announcement? When the publisher approached me about this position I made the personal decision to keep it a secret for the simple reason that I didn’t want every writer I’ve acquainted myself with over the past six years coming out of the woodwork to cash in favors. I also decided that if any familiar names came across my desk that I would pass them on to one of the other editors, because I wanted to remain unbiased. Luckily the situation never presented itself and I only found myself evaluating unknowns.

There’s this misconception in the “indie” writer community that agents and editors are our mortal enemies. The term “gatekeeper” gets thrown around a lot and, while I admit I used to throw it around a lot myself, after walking a mile in the shoes of a gatekeeper I can say I’m rather sick of hearing it.  Are gatekeepers holding you back? Yes? Do you want to know why? Three reasons:

1. Your work (at this point) sucks.

2. Your work is not what they want.

3. You’re an asshole.

I can’t wait for all the butthurt complaints and death threats to come rolling in now, but it’s the truth.  But before you unleash your wrath upon me, let me elaborate on each point.

Your work (at this point) sucks.

Do you know how often editors struggle with the idea of rejecting a submission? Quite often actually. You like the concept, but the characters aren’t very fleshed out, or maybe the story is fantastic but the spelling is at a sixth grade level. I know what you’re saying, “But you’re the editor! That’s your job!” No. It’s not. An editor’s job is to help apply the final polishes that make an already superb manuscript into a true jewel. It is not our job to proofread and ghostwrite the fucking book for you. So get that notion out of your skull right now.

Probably more than 25% of the submission packages I rejected were of first draft quality. That means the writer pounded on their keyboard for six months to a year, clicked “save,” and then attached it to an email. Wrong! I had to learn not to do this the hard way when I sent both the first drafts of “Retribution” and “Earth Realm Army” out. I know you’ve heard this countless times, but it is sound advice… stick your novel in a drawer for four to six months and then look at it again with fresh eyes. Trust me, the typos, redundancies, and cliches will just leap off the page at you.

Even the most world-changing novel sucks in its earliest drafts. If you’re still getting rejected after the twelfth rewrite, do it again, but make sure you analyze the rejections. Are you being rejected at the query stage? The opening chapters? The full? Look at the area that’s being rejected and direct your attention there. The manuscript will continue to improve. I promise you that. So, yes, your work does suck, but it won’t forever if you put forth the effort to hone your craft. So put that first novel away and forget it for six months while you work on your next masterpiece. Wash, rinse, and repeat as necessary.

Your work is not what they want.

I hate to be the one to break this to you, but different people have different tastes, and editors and agents are no different. Do you want a person that doesn’t “get” your work representing or trying to sell it? No. So stop being a whore and make sure a publisher or agency is a good fit before you submit. And if you do submit and get a rejection that makes it obvious they “just don’t get it,” move on. Submitting a romance to a hardcore horror market will get you nowhere. Neither will sending the same manuscript to all three of a publisher’s imprints. Take the time to note what email address you’re submitting things to before you blindly press send.

Have you ever gotten this line in a rejection: “We just don’t know how to market your work.” Newsflash! This is not an indicator of the editor’s intelligence, it is a sign that your work is really bizarre and nobody knows how to categorize it or who the hell would want to buy it. I had one submission that had me scratching my head for about a week. I just couldn’t wrap my head around it, and neither could the rest of the staff. Obviously there are instances where the advice to “write for yourself” just doesn’t apply. So if you find yourself ripping your hair out because you keep getting “we just don’t know how to market it,” just take a moment to consider that maybe it’s not the editors… it’s you.

Here’s the bottom line: this business really is subjective, and you can’t please everyone. It’s nothing personal, I promise.

You’re an asshole.

What? Moi? Yes, you. You know what pissed me off more than anything when I was reading slush? Assholes that didn’t take the time to read the submission guidelines any longer than it takes to locate an email address.  I don’t ask much. I ask for the first ten pages in 12 point Times New Roman with a brief synopsis in the same document. I did not ask for your entire four-hundred-and-twelve-page manuscript in 14 point Arial and a nine-page synopsis in the body of the email.

Yes, I get it. You’re brilliant. You’re a special little snowflake. You’re a rebel. The rules just don’t apply to you. Well, here’s the deal, young Skywalker — you either follow the fucking instructions or you’re going to be the most brilliant, rebellious snowflake in my recycle bin.  I delete submissions that don’t follow the guidelines unread, and I’m not the only one.

Also, to the genius who sent me a submission with a cover letter adorned with only the single word “Enjoy” — you’re not an asshole. You’re a fucking moron!

Now, folks, let’s get something straight. I’m not a jerk. I don’t think I’m better than you. I’ve simply seen things from the other side. The truth is that editors and agents want to accept your book. Believe it or not, they do. How do you think they make a living? By saying “no?” Saying no doesn’t pay the bills, my friends. What you have to understand is that we writers are a dime a dozen. We are a hydra — for every writer an agent or editor rejects, two more spring up to replace him.  Now, before you take that as a war cry of “they need us, we don’t need them,” just simmer down and think about this. We are not united. We are not a force. We are writers, and we are all in it for ourselves.  The guy who wrote the manuscript below yours in the pile doesn’t give two shits about you and your dreams. So what do you do? You work, you sweat, and you strive to make your work the best in the pile. Make your work irresistible.

What sense does it make to make life hard for the person who wants to buy your work? Come on, tell me. I’ll wait.

Yeah… that’s what I thought.

I enjoyed my time as a submissions editor. It was an enlightening experience that honestly strengthened me as a writer. I realized some hard truths that helped me to make some difficult decisions about my own work, decisions that have helped tremendously. Out of something like twenty-five submission packages I only requested three full manuscripts, and they were phenomenal. There were at least three that I struggled with rejecting; all three had strong premises and great hooks, but could stand one or two more rewrites in order to be truly great. The rest either did not appeal to me or the rest of the staff, were poorly written, or completely failed to follow directions.

So there you have it, the confessions of a gatekeeper. Now for you, dear writer, I have just one question — Are you the Key Master?

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Gay Rights Are Human Rights… Period.

I hate getting into politics, mainly because I don’t feel I’m informed enough to make those kinds of judgement calls.  You might say that makes me an irresponsible American, but I feel quite the contrary. How many morons out there act like they understand the issues, but really don’t know jack shit? The majority, actually. So am I ignorant? Yes. But I admit it, and I have a willingness to be informed.

Now that that’s out of the way, let’s talk about what’s got my kilt in a bunch this morning. Yesterday morning, I woke up and checked the news, curious to see the Iowa caucus results. I was utterly shocked, not by the fact that Mitt Romney came in first or that Ron Paul didn’t. No, no, no. I was shocked by the fact that Rick Santorum came in second only eight votes behind Romney. Why was I so shocked? Because I had never even heard of Rick Santorum before.

So what? You just admitted you’re ignorant on political issues.

I did, yes. However, in case you’re not aware, I live in Iowa, which means from about 7AM until a little after 10 PM, my phone is ringing off the hook during election season.  Every time I watch a video on YouTube, I first have to sit through political ads.  I have heard Rick Perry, Ron Paul, Michelle Bachmann, and the rest of their ilk rave at and about each other so much my ear canal feels like it’s been fucked by a freight train! So why is it that, until results day, I never heard of Rick Santorum? Even more disturbing, I immediately asked my wife who he was, and she’d never heard of him. Okay, that’s not too surprising — we get our news from the same sources, after all.  So I called my parents, who keep a very close eye on politics. When I asked my mother about Mr. Santorum, she said, “I have no idea. I had to ask your father, and he doesn’t know either.”

Folks, this is extremely disturbing that a candidate can be placed so high in the polls without a registered voter in Iowa ever even so much as hearing his name! I found out my family wasn’t the only one whose radar Santorum has flown under. Apparently quite a few people in the southern Iowa counties never heard of him either. Do I think the election was fixed? No, certainly not. But I do think there was some shady information control going on.

Now, I’m sure you’ve looked at the graphic in this post and wondered why I posted it. I’m getting to that. See, when I couldn’t find anybody that knew who this asshole was, I went to the Oracle — Facebook.  I was immediately snowed under with comments detailing Santorum’s bigotry, homophobia, and shady under-the-table deals. So I’m going to use this event as a springboard into a topic I’ve been meaning to cover for a long, long time now… Gay rights.

Right-wing nutcases like Santorum have this crazy notion that gay marriage will destroy the sanctity of marriage and open the doors for such insane notions as legalized pedophilia, necrophilia, bestiality, and even the right to marry a machine. Do you know what happens when gay people get married? Gay people get married. That’s all, folks. They have a fabulous ceremony, eat some cake, dance to Lady Gaga, and they go home and live their lives just like you and I do.  They don’t toast the impending downfall of the American way of life, they don’t plot the next step in their “gaygenda” (thanks to Andrew Wolter for that fabulous term), and they don’t have rampant buttsecks on top of the wedding cake. Sorry, folks… it just doesn’t happen.

But… But… Homosexuality is a sin! 

Says who?

It’s in the Bible!

Okay, fair enough. Well, while you’re looking up the appropriate verse, because I’m fairly certain you’ve never actually cracked it open to that particular page and are just going by hearsay, let me treat you to a quotation from the late, great Dean of Science Fiction:

“Sin lies only in hurting other people unnecessarily. All other ‘sins’ are invented nonsense.”

- Robert A. Heinlein

How do you like them apples? Look, just because some dusty book written over two thousand years ago says something makes Jesus cry, doesn’t make it so.

But it’s the word of God!

Okay, it’s the word of God. But let’s face the facts… it’s the “word of God” transcribed by humans. The Holy Bible was written, rewritten, and edited by humans. It was not written by a deity or his heavenly messengers. Do I deny the existence of a higher power? No. I believe the jury is still out on that one, but I still don’t believe anything otherworldly wrote that book. Do you want to know what the Bible is, folks? The Bible is the world’s oldest science fiction anthology, with a negligent editorial staff, a disjointed framing device, and gross continuity errors. There… I said it!  Let the butthurt complaints come rolling in.

Back to gay rights. Here is what I believe… I believe that every human being on Earth should have the right to marry whomever they wish, so long as the individual has a pulse, is a member of the species homo sapiens, and is of a level of maturity that allows them to give their full and informed consent (i.e. eighteen years old). Oh… and don’t marry your cousin. That’s just plain icky.

I have many gay friends, and I want them to have the very same rights and opportunities that I enjoy.  Race (which is a term I hate), creed, and sexual orientation have no place in determining one’s rights as a human being. A black man is a human being, a Muslim woman is a human being, and gay, lesbian, bisexual, and transgender individuals are most certainly human beings.

So, Billy Bob, the question I think you need to be asking yourself is how gay rights actually affect you.

God says–

No, no… let God take care of God. He’s a big boy. He can fight his own battles; that’s what the archangels are there for. How do gay rights affect you personally?

Well, all them faggots are stealin’ our wome– No, that’s not right. Um… Oh, I know! They got the AIDS! 

So does every other social class under the sun.  Try again.

Umm… well… I… that is…

Keep me posted, Jethro. I’ll be waiting with baited breath.

Here’s the deal, folks. Gays are no different from straight people. They just like a different flavor of freaky-deaky. And face it… your own concept of sex repulses someone else. It’s inevitable. Gay marriage isn’t going to cause the ice caps to melt, the Venusian Nazi Vampires to invade, or bring about the end of times. You know what it’s going to result in? I’ll say it again: It’s going to result in a lot of gay people getting married. That’s all. It’s not going to affect you one iota.

Yer goin’ to Hell with the rest of them faggots!

I guess I am, Cooter, but you know what? It’s gonna be fabulous!

I’m out.

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RIP, Barry Clayton

It is a sad day for metalheads everywhere. Barry Clayton, the man behind the haunting voice introducing Iron Maiden’s “The Number of the Beast,” passed away on December 29th. Geeks of Doom broke the news tonight.

This news hits me particularly hard because “The Number of the Beast” happens to be the first album Matt listens to after installing a tape deck in the Road Runner in the Weller novel I’m currently working on. In fact, I unknowingly wrote the scene the very same day Clayton passed away, although “Run to the Hills” is the song playing on the tape in the scene and not “The Number of the Beast.” Still… it’s a rather spookular coincidence.

If you’ve never listened to the album, I strongly urge you to do so. It’s a fantastic classic metal album that every rock fan should listen to at least once before they die.  To get you started, here’s the video for “The Number of the Beast.”

Enjoy.

 

 

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So Long, 2011! Bring On the Apocalypse!

So here we are again — New Year’s Eve.  Another year has come and gone, the third rock has taken another trip around the big glowing ball of gas, and I’ve gotten a little more gray in my beard. I’d say 2011 treated me rather well. 2011 gave me a healthy new baby boy, Scott Allen Whitlatch, a new brother-in-law, and a chance to reunite with family and friends I haven’t seen in years. Overall, I’d say 2011 treated me rather well.

So bring it on, 2012! I ain’t skeered of no damn apocalypse! It’ll just give me new material.

So to all of my fans and friends, have a happy — and above all, SAFE — new year.

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Merry Christmas from Bazooko’s Circus!

A very Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays from all of us here at Casa de Whitlatch! As always we wish you a happy and, above all, safe holiday. I hope the fat, jolly man in the red suit brought you everything you wanted and more.

Now if you’ll excuse me, it’s time to load up the ol’ front-wheel-drive sleigh and head to Gra–

Sleigh? You mean the Pontiac Montana?

Sigh… yes. You can be a real asshole sometimes, Bazooko.

I try.

Merry Christmas, everyone!

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The Awesomeness of the Prometheus Trailer Will Melt Your Face Off!

Alien fans, rejoice! We are finally about to get some answers! Yesterday we got our first real look at Ridley Scott’s return to science fiction, Prometheus, and it is epic! Not only am I blown away by it, but I am relieved. In recent interviews Ridley has tried to downplay the connection to Alien, claiming hardcore Alien fans would spot “references.” References? Are you fucking kidding me, Ridley?  You can’t fool me! I saw the trailer!

Those. Are. SPACE JOCKEYS!!!!

What the fuck are Space Jockeys, you ask? Remember in the original Alien, when Captain Dallas, Kane, and Lambert entered the derelict spaceship and came across an enormous skeleton sitting in some weird chair?

That is a Space Jockey, and for years fans of the Alien franchise have wondered, “Wait… who the hell are they?! Where did they come from? Are they the creators of the Xenomorphs? ANSWERS, GODDAMMIT!” Oh, several books and comics have incorporated the Space Jockeys, but nothing has been considered canon. This film, I think, will finally give us a definitive answer.

I remember blogging about the possibility of an Alien prequel or remake a couple years ago and the thought chilled me to the bone. I’m glad to say, however, that my fears have been put to rest. Forget Alien 5 (for now), this is the film we’ve all been waiting for.

First the Hobbit trailer and now this?

Best. Christmas. EVAR!

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That’s No Moon…

If there’s one thing that pisses me off, it’s phony studies. You know what I’m talking about — you wake up one morning, start browsing the news sites, and you see a headline staring you in the face: “RECENT STUDY SHOWS SEX FEELS GOOD!” Yeah, things like that, things that can be filed away under “N” for “No shit, Sherlock.” But then there’s another kind of phony study, the kind where some asshat scientist blows some minuscule finding way out of proportion in order to garner support and funding., or to just go “Look at me!  Over here! Look at me!”

Such is the case with astronomer Mikael Granvik. According to an article published yesterday by FoxNews.com (I know… I know… a friend sent me the article, so don’t get your panties in a twist), this whackadoo claims the Earth has more than one moon.  Here’s an excerpt from the article:

Mikael Granvik, along with colleagues at the University of Hawaii, first discovered a mysterious body orbiting the Earth in 2006. The object — or RH120 as it was known — turned out to be a tiny asteroid just a few meters across. Moreover, it was a natural satellite just like our moon.

Since then, the researchers have been studying how this “Earth-Moon” gravitational system captures bodies into its orbit while also modelling their frequency and duration. The asteroid RH120 for instance was captured in September 2006 and orbited the planet until June 2007.

Why is this news? This dipshit’s not describing a moon or a “satellite.” It’s a few meters across! What he’s describing is simply space flotsam temporarily stuck in Earth orbit for a few months. If it can’t hold a sustainable orbit, it doesn’t qualify. Not. A. Moon.

The article then goes on to explain how this is a significant find that presents great opportunities. I do agree in regard to the fact that this gives us the opportunity to collect and study an intact meteoroid. With that in mind, it IS a significant discovery, but let’s not make a mountain out of a mole hill.  So, Mikael, leave the bad science to those yahoos at SyFy and find something constructive to do with your time.

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Behold The Awesomeness That Is The Hobbit Trailer!

This is a film I’ve been waiting for for about ten years now. I’ve always been more of a Hobbit fan than a Lord of the Rings fan, so I was a bit miffed in 2001 when Fellowship of the Ring got a film adaptation before The Hobbit. But from the looks of this trailer, I think it’s going to be well worth the wait.  I’m just glad Peter Jackson and the cast of the Lord of the Rings trilogy are involved since for a long time it was looking like they wouldn’t be.

The trailer looks stunning, and the cast looks absolutely spot-on! Thorin’s song is haunting and beautiful.  In the past few minutes I’ve backed the trailer up about ten times to listen to it. A year is far too long to wait for this movie, and even though I just read the book a few months ago for school, I may have to read it again to tide myself over until next December.

The Hobbit is by far my favorite fantasy novel of all time, and I can’t wait to share this experience with my children.  Check out the trailer for yourself and share your thoughts in the comments section. Do you think of the cast? What do you like about the trailer? What do you hate about it?

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