Link.

Apparently Kim Wilkins had appeared and told the not so young looking teenager that he had real talent, and he was no considering becoming a writer, much to his father’s concern. His father, it seems, told him that he needed to have a career, to support his ‘career’ as a writer. I waited for his father to say, “I know you won’t really like your money making career, at least, not as much as your writing one. Truth is, you’ll probably do it in a less that spectacular fashion as you day dream and try to work out sentences and plots and themes. But it’s still important for you to have this career. Everyone should do things they don’t particularly like to get by. Especially artists.”

But that conversation never seemed to appear.

I have been listening to Silver Mt Zion’s new album, Kollaps Tradixionales, from which the above track is taken. I’m a big fan of the band and I quite like the album, but I hope they didn’t pay anyone to make this video clip, I have to say. Still, cool album–try not to let this turn you off it.

Still, there’s a happy baby in it, and that ought to count for something.

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It’s a sizeable story, and though I haven’t listened to the end product–like most people I have no particular desire to hear myself–I figure it’s about forty minutes or so in length. So check it out, and check out the rest of the site.

When I began selling short fiction, there was a joke going round, a kind of self deprecating bit of humour, that stated that Gordon Van Gelder would reject you within two weeks. You had to laugh. Someone in the States running a professional magazine could turn you down 12 times before some of the people running magazines in Australia could get back to you. It took a while for me to realise that Van Gelder was more the exception than the rule, though there are a few people who come quickly to mind now for a quick turn around (Sean Wallace at Fantasy Magazine, for example). It always struck me as surprising that more people weren’t like Gelder, a point that’s been driven into me moreso after running my own business for the last three to four years. Split it whatever way you want, but it’s good business to be quick with your replies: it keeps you on top of your workload, reduces stress, and encourages good will.

Of course, part of the problem and why that’s not always the case, is that everyone wants to be a writer. Why wouldn’t you? I know I enjoy the glamour of scraping by, being read by small audiences, being involved in bad deals, and thinking in terms of months and years. About ten years ago, I found myself thinking, early in one particular year, that I ought to make sure I have things lined up for the next year, so I can keep my name out there. Insane, isn’t it? But there you go. The worse part is, I must enjoy this lifestyle, because I’ve made sacrifice after sacrifice to keep writing, and I don’t regret it. No doubt some time in a sanitarium will be coming up for me, but it won’t be before the people who envy what I have are there first. Yeah, that’s right: some people actually envy what I have. That’s how desperate you can get as a writer. You want to get your start, your voice out there, so badly, that anyone who is doing anything is a few rungs up you, and you want to be them. It starts very simple: you envy the person who can publish a short story. Then, once you’ve done that, you envy the person who can do it regularly, and after that, the person who can do it in regular markets, and then, after that, it’s the person with a collection, or a book coming out. After you’ve done the book, the process starts again, and you envy those with regular publishing schedules, agents who work for them, and finally, holidays. There are thousands and thousands of people, each of them at a different level, and that’s what causes the wait in publishing.

So, you wait.

You submit, you query, you call, and you wait. Sometimes, you wait a night, sometimes a week, but more often than not, you wait a month, two, three, sometimes a year. Mostly, you give up by the time you reach that, but a part of you is willing to knock on, to keep going, to have a thin sliver of hope that something will come out of it. After a while you become so bred on rejection and starvation that the vaguest hint of hope will fuel you.

Time, it’s the thing no one tells you about. In the time it takes you to get a start, you can have a birthday, you can get married, you can have a child. You can change careers. You can get divorced. You can lose someone you cared for. Waiting for someone to respond, waiting for your stuff to get published, life happens. Time ticks by. You work through it and try not to think about it, too much, because it’s the best thing to do. You query people, but you don’t want to be one of those annoying people, so you do it slowly. You just keep working. Once stuff is published, you wait for money. You learn patience, but only the hard way. You go through moments when you’re frustrated, when you want to give it all up, when you want to take someone by the shoulders and shake them and tell them that the reason there is no fortune five hundred publisher of novels is because things are run by a bunch of bad high school students who don’t want to do their homework. Or so it seems. When you calm down, you realise it is just people. A lot of people want to be writers. The system is soaked with them. You’re just another, and unless you’re a name, you’re subject to time, to waiting, to watching as things stretch by, and you try not to let it rip away your love for what you do.

Which is always the risk.

The sound has me thinking of Howl, their 2005 release, which I liked a whole lot. Think I’ll go track it down.

I’m a big Nabokov fan, however. I adore Pale Fire–it’s probably one of my favourite books, ever. So when I got the last of his books, the unfinished Laura, which is tossed around at being connected to Lolita, I thought I’d sit down and read that book first. I know only the very basics of The Original of Laura, so I don’t know if I need to do this, but I’m doing it, and I’m enjoying Lolita this time around. For whatever reason, the first time I read it, I missed the humour in the book. I suspect that Adrian Lyne’s film adaptation of Lolita might have had an undue influence on my reading at the time–I was working as a projectionist back then, and running the film when I decided to read the book. There wasn’t a whole lot of intentional humour in it, if I remember right.

But Nabokov’s Lolita is funny, and really, I’m glad I’m giving it a go again.

Anyhow, as you saw, yesterday I did an interview with Kaaron Warren. It was a bit of a spur of the moment thing we decided to do, but it was kind of fun, and if people enjoyed reading it, I might actually go out and find the occasional person to interview for this blog.

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I thought it would be fun to interview her for the blog, entirely under the idea that after spending a bit of time with Kaaron, you would go and buy her books.

Don’t make a liar out of me.

Walking the Tree (It Comes With DVD Extras)

Walking the Tree is your the latest book to be released. How are you feeling about it?

Haha.

You’re talking about the extras for Walking the Tree? A kind of DVD extras: you buy it and at the end there’s a key for the reader to go to a site and download a free novella, with the story narrated from a different point of view?

That’s pretty sweet. There’s the link right here in our interview for Walking the Tree so people can buy it right now. Can you give us a quick pitch for it?

Sounds pretty neat. How can readers expect it to differ from previous Kaaron Warren work?

How then, will the third Kaaron Warren novel differ from this one, you think?

The first story I came across of yours was ‘The Blue Stream’, which, if I have it right, was published in 1994 in an issue of Aurealis, when it was run by Dirk Strasser. What kind of things, writing wise,
were you looking for back then?

He called you?

First guy to called me in relation to writing was Robbie Matthews. I had no idea how he’d gotten the number, but he told me he had a huge database of writers names and numbers from ASIM. It was just faintly creepy.

Is this use of telemarketers the Kaaron Warren writing practice, then?

What’s changed in what you want from your writing now?

Which brings us to an interesting point, I think. Looking early at your publications, you bounce a lot between high profile markets, and low profile ones. Things like Penguin anthologies such as Strange Fruit and then mags like Going Down Swinging and Fables and Reflections. It was a big difference in audience—was it something you ever gave much thought to, or a desire to keep in print, or just a little of fingers in pies?

Has that changed any now? Do you look at collections and mags and think that they have to meet a certain standard, or deliver something new, for you?

That makes a nice way to segue into the 2005 release of your first collection, The Grinding House. Published by the CSFG, it came with a really sweet cover by Robyn Evans, and it seemed to be a nice focal point for Kaaron Warren, pulling together roughly a decade’s worth of work into one place.

Yeah, I remember that. I still reckon a collection is a good place for a novella—it’s a place where you can stretch yourself and not worry about the awkward word count and selling it.

Nah, I don’t have anything to tell. I just like collections with novellas in them. It gives a collection a strong, I dunno, backbone, if that makes sense? I remember reading a collection by an Israeli
writer, Etgar Keret. I think it was called THE BUS DRIVER WHO WANTED TO BE GOD. it was full of all these quirky little stories, but after a while it just felt like there was no meat.

As for me, I think, outside books, I’d be around 19, 20 thousand words. You?

Who’s in it?

You know, I haven’t heard of any of them. Isn’t that cool? Bunch of new authors to check out.

You talk about the creative job that motherhood is, but there’s a sense that that itself has became a theme through your work. Would you agree with that?

Haha. Maybe! Though I have to admit, I really didn’t like Down to the Silver Spirits. How’s that for gushing interview praise?

It was shit, so I trashed it. Part of it ended up morphing into another story, if I remember right–but that isn’t so unusual, really.

Nah, I’m really not an Aldiss fan. His stuff just leaves me cold.

I love how it says that Aldiss had a cameo and then was cut out of it and replaced by an actor portraying him.

Nah, that kind of stuff isn’t for me. I can barely stand photographs of myself, much less the idea of subjecting others to me.

I had a job a few years back as an extra in a film, a local dodgy thing. I have to say it turned me off film making entirely—it was one of the least creative and most repetitive things I’d seen. Granted,
I’m sure not all sets are like that, and a lot will depend on the director, but it kind of killed my interest in film making. Should anyone want to make a film about my stuff, they can give me the cash and then I’ll bugger off.

Anyhow, I see I have been put into my place about your concerns for fiction (though I think if I’d said ‘family’, I might have been more correct), but do you think that The Grinding House was a good representation of yourself as an author?

How then do you think the new collection, which will be released by Ticonderoga Press later his year, will differ from it?

It does seem that living in Fiji has had a large impact on you, and in what seems to be a largely positive way–has it felt that way while you’ve been writing the stories?

Have you ever gone back and read your stuff?

Not really. I glance to make sure everything looks good, but, on the whole, I just see the errors and mistakes and ways I could have done something differently and better. Maybe it’s not the best way to be, but I guess I’m just demanding on myself, and it’s never reaching what I think it should be.

That sounds like all my work…

Why are you typing it up?

Heh. You know, I wrote a book when I was fourteen, or thirteen. Some awful fantasy novel. I lost it when my Mum sold the computer a few years later, and I always regretted that.

I want you to look very closely at this picture and try and keep it in your minds eye. This was a perfectly healthy twenty two-year-old young man who in the service of his country got half of his head blown off. I think that’s important, I think that’s newsworthy. Let me tell you how newsworthy I think it is. I think that it’s more important than chocolate cake recipes and far more important than comic book reviews. It is more important than who fell and whose swell at the winter Olympic games.

It is far more important than any self-serving load of crap banged out by Pseudo doctor Amy. It is more important than American Idol or Lost or any other mindless goat droppings the public chooses to chew on. This is some American mother’s son, her little boy, he may be gay or straight or transgender but his life is fucked forever.

How did this come to happen to this poor mother’s son? It came to happen because the people in the media who are supposed to foster a public debate on such public issues as war instead used their franchise to promote articles about chocolate cake and comic book reviews. They see their free press as free to choose not to look when bad thinks happen. They feel no need to explain to his parents or to anyone that the war that blew off half of this poor boys head was based on out and out lies.

It was a war perpetrated by people who hoped to gain from it be it in oil or pipelines or service contracts and like the media they don’t care that this mother’s son is mangled and mutilated. Do you care? I’ve been married twice for a combined twenty-five years and in that time I doubt my wives ever baked a chocolate cake. I don’t read comic books or watch goat crap TV but you see I’ve got a son about this boy’s age. My heart aches and my mind fills with rage because the people that have the power and authority to show this picture would rather talk about American Idol and from where I sit that makes them an accomplice to a war crime.

Link.

I was just surfing through the net this morning, catching up on things. I have some things to write, some things to do, but yeah, I came across this, and it’s heartbreaking photo, and it’s quote about parents fighting over the parts of their children. It’ll probably be linked a lot, but that’s not so much of a hassle.