|JCP News • Issue 9 • September 2008
Beautiful, Mysterious and Bizarre: Erotica by Jordan Castillo Price
For a couple of years now, I've resisted getting in shape. Why? My excuse was that I didn't want to spend the mental energy on it. I tend to be obsessive, and I was afraid that if I started a diet or a more vigorous exercise regime, that my writing mojo would go out the window.
About a month ago I bought myself a Wii Fit, joined a diet blog for authors, and cleaned the sugar and white flour out of my diet. And you know what? I'm still writing. (I hate that I managed to B.S. myself for a couple of years like that, but at least I figured it out eventually!)
The cool part about the Wii is that you can build your own characters, or "Mii"s, within the game. So I decided I'd populate it with characters from PsyCop and Channeling Morpheus. It's a riot to see Victor Bayne out jogging with a pissed-off look on his face--very appropo. And I dread seeing Wild Bill at the front of the line in the soccer ball header game, 'cos I know he'll happily nail me in the head with a shoe.
SHOUT IT OUT LOUD!
Did you know you can leave reviews on the eBooks I've published at LuLu.com, or on Amazon? I'd love it if you took a moment to weigh in on some of my stories!
Likewise, if you enjoy any of my self-published stuff, it would be especially cool if you mentioned it to your friends, or on your blog.
I think that word of mouth is the best advertisement a writer can hope for! Let me know if you'd ever like me to guest-blog with you; I always seem to have stuff to talk about.
Jordan on the Web
From Zero Hour
Slowly, gently, Will eased the pipe from its nest of broken glass and splintered wood. It was just like an old-time feed, right before the strange lag where Ernest sensed something forbidden had been cut away, some action he could sometimes piece together later, as the actors reappeared with bandages around their heads. Or worse, never reappeared at all.
I'm listening to an audio of Duma Key by Stephen King, and I've fallen madly in love with his Gulf Coast, Florida setting. The house hangs over the beach, and the sound of the water on shells, or the shells "talking to one another," is always creeping into the narrative to anchor you in that setting.
My main experience with Florida was a trip to Orlando a couple of years ago to visit some friends. The main thing I noticed was how urban the urban parts were (and how I don't miss that), and how manufactured the manufactured parts are. I was stepping over a fiberglass waterfall and thinking about how I have caves and springs and waterfalls around my house, and how no one has made them out of fiberglass. I didn't mention it to my hosts, as I didn't want to come off as a dick.
I'm working on a new story that I've decided to set in Michigan, gleaning some details I remember from a weekend trip to Grand Rapids, as well as the general experience of growing up along the Great Lakes--Lake Erie, in my case. But I suspect that between my experience of Lake Erie and Lake Michigan, I can extrapolate Lake Huron. Much like the the northern part of the Mississippi River in the Port of Dubuque felt inexplicably like the shore of the Niagara River, where my dog used to roll in dead fish carcasses when he escaped from the yard.
We're traveling to San Francisco over Thanksgiving and I'm eager to add a new location to my repertoire of settings. I was thinking of signing up for one of their shopping trips up the coast, not to shop, but to gather ideas for PsyTrain in Santa Barbara. Too bad Santa Barbara itself is too far away to add on to our trip. I'm hoping the shopping excursion will be close enough, in the way that the upper Mississippi and the Niagara have the same color palate and smell.
And I suppose if I don't get much of a feel for it, I can send Jacob and Vic to Orlando to frolic around fiberglass waterfalls. Just kidding.
Enjoy your September, whichever part of the world you call home.
I'm very excited to announce that PsyCop: Property is available NOW at both CreateSpace and Amazon.com. I bitched and moaned about the production process, I know.
I think CreateSpace doesn't play nicely with OpenType Fonts rendered into PDFs with Indesign. But that's my analysis after about six failed proofs. Nowhere in their FAQs is it mentioned. Now armed with the experience I've gathered, I should have a smoother time putting out Camp Hell, which I'm hoping we'll see in December! (I was about to say "For Christmas," but then I remembered a conversation Vic had about Kwanzaa in Camp Hell and decided I didn't want to favor one flavor of winter holidays over another by specifying Christmas!)
I'm giving away a set of PsyCop: Partners and Property to one person on my email list in September, October and November. September's winner, chosen from among my newsletter subscribers by random.org, is bluearachnid. Email me by 9/30/08 at Jordan (at) psycop (dot) com with your shipping address and I'll get your books out to you! Prizes not claimed by the deadline will be rolled into future giveaways.
Morpheus Musings: On Wild Bill
I'm really pleased and gratified by the reviews and the reader reaction I've gotten so far for the Channeling Morpheus series. Wild Bill seems to strike a chord in a lot of people.
When he talks, or thinks, I look at it as a string of vivid associations. He's usually talking about something three or four steps away on the string, and assuming that anyone willing to listen to him can fill in the rest. He comes off sounding like a vampiric beat poet sometimes, but that's what I like about him.
Is that a dangerous way to write? I remember about 12 years ago, before I even owned a computer of my own, and before I ever dreamed that I'd write stories, let alone be published, a friend of mine sold a vampire story to a horror anthology. There was a wry vampire joke in there somewhere that I enjoyed, but then she followed it up with "because vampires can't go out in the daylight," which totally ruined it for me.
So much so that I dared comment. She explained to me, in her great, published wisdom, that you always have to approach writing as if the reader knows nothing.
That isn't, nor has it ever been, my approach. Judging by the reception that Wild Bill has gotten, I think there are plenty of other people out there who think about the experience of reading the same way.
And because readers have asked: Wild Bill's point-of-view will be back in the next story. I'm alternating between him and Michael.
Channeling Morpheus stories 1 through 3 are available at Changeling Press!
Look for Channeling Morpheus 4: Tainted in October!
Zero Hour - Chapter 9
The hallway outside the bathroom lit up. Ernest couldn't see the source; it was out in the main body of the building. But he’d had nothing but the moonlight to see by for so long that his eyes were stung by the dim light.
Will pulled his hand out from Ernest's trousers, moving excruciatingly slow. He met Ernest's eyes. He didn't need to tell Ernest to be quiet. He drew himself up into a crouch, glanced around at the rubble, and placed his hand on a half-meter long section of pipe.
Ernest sat up. The sifting of the coarse grains of concrete dust rasped in his ear as he clenched every muscle tight in an effort to match Will's silent motions. The sound of dust grinding against itself wasn’t an audible noise, it couldn't have been. Besides, his heart was beating so loudly that he was sure the people outside gliding down the magnetic strip in their PODS could all hear it.
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