A reminder: Goodreads giveaway for advance copies of WHERE OBLIVION LIVES

Just a reminder, in case you missed the first blitz of tweets, my publisher is hosting a Goodreads giveaway from December 3, 2018 - January 1, 2019 for copies of Where Oblivion Lives. This giveaway is U.S. only.

For those of you who don’t know: I’m very excited about this novel. It’s a mixture of all the things I love: a 1930s noir vibe, a Gothic haunted house, and historical fantasy all swirled together.


I also love writing about Diago and Miquel, because they have something I crave in my fiction: an emotionally healthy relationship. All people are broken to some extent. It’s how we prop one another up during those bad times that makes us healthy. And I wanted to write something that I’ve seen other authors do successfully: that couples can be tender and loving with one another without robbing the story of tension.

If you want to read about some of the historical background for Where Oblivion Lives, you can check out the Fieldnotes category in the sidebar. I’ve written several articles about the historical settings in Where Oblivion Lives and will be adding to that category periodically as I move through the next two books.

I’ve been working on the blog and fixing a lot of the categories so that things will be easier to find. I’m also hard at work on the next novel in the Los Nefilim series, Carved from Stone and Dream.

I’ll be around.

Watch for me …

a poem, a title, and how all this works in publishing

A very quick note on book titles. When I pitched the Los Nefilim series, I wrote a proposal that consisted of the first ten thousand words of the first book, a three-page synopsis (roughly … okay, three and a quarter, so what?), and two very brief proposals, meaning a paragraph each, for the how I envisioned the next two books in the series to play out.

As part of the proposal, I gave titles to all three books. That is because this is usually how proposals are submitted, although I’m sure some authors list Book #2 and Book #3, as well, who knows? I’m just speaking from my own experience.

Ask any author, and they will most often tell you that they hate coming up with a title for their books. It’s serious torture. We’re trying to think of something unique enough to stand out while remaining brief enough for readers to remember. It’s a lot like writing poetry, except you only get to write one line and it can’t be too many words, because it has to fit on the cover of a book, and it also has to essentially capture the essence of your story and SURE THAT’S EASY! NOT!

In my case, the original titles that I proposed for the Los Nefilim novels were: Where Oblivion Dwells; Carved from Stone and Dream; and A Song with Teeth. These are the titles that wound up in the contract, for yea, this is how contracts are written—with titles, because publishers and agents and writers and editors and lawyers love details, because legal and binding and all that.

Of the three titles, I’m only going to talk about the first book for the purposes of this post. I got the title from a poem by Luis Cernuda entitled: “Donde Habite el Olvido.” I’ve seen the title translated to both “Where Oblivion Dwells” and “Where Oblivion Lives,” depending on the translator.

For those who are unfamiliar with Cernuda’s work, the poem is:


Forbidden Pleasures: Luis Cernuda New Selected Poems [1924-1949] , translated by Stephen Kessler. Boston: Black Widow Press, 2015.

Forbidden Pleasures: Luis Cernuda New Selected Poems [1924-1949], translated by Stephen Kessler. Boston: Black Widow Press, 2015.

Where oblivion lives,
In the vast gardens of darkness;
Where I will be no more
Than the memory of a stone lost in spiky weeds
Where the wind goes to escape its insomnia.

Where my name leaves
Its body destined for the arms of the centuries,
Where desire has ceased to exist.

In that great realm where I love, terrible angel,
Doesn’t slip its wing
Into my chest like a knifeblade,
Smiling airily as my torment grows.

Out there where this passion demands a master in its own image,
Submitting its life to another life,
With no more horizon than a face with other eyes.

Where sorrows and joys are nothing more than names,
Native land and sky around a memory;
Where at last I’ll be free without even knowing it,
Mist in the fog, an absence,
A light absence like a child’s flesh.

Out there, far away,
Where oblivion lives.

The imagery and themes Cernuda expressed in this poem simply ignited my imagination and heavily influenced some of the ideas in my novel. Which made this a rare time when choosing a title wasn’t difficult at all.

When I first read the poem, translated by a different individual, it was entitled “Where Oblivion Dwells.” I loved the sound of “dwells” and decided to go with that as my initial title: Where Oblivion Dwells. I did all the due diligence of running the title through Google, Amazon, and Barnes and Noble and I couldn’t find another similarly title novel in their databases. This proposal was submitted to and purchased by Harper Voyager in April of 2017.


So one fine day, I was busy checking my links and did a quick name search in Google to make sure a certain link was appearing correctly, when low and behold but what did my wondering eyes see: they’d listed me as the co-author of a completely different novel entitled Where Oblivion Dwells by Lorena Franco.

Of course, I’m all: wut?

It seems that Ms. Franco’s novel was originally published in Spanish and it was entitled … wait for it … Donde Habite el Olvido. The novel had recently been translated into English in May 2017 and given the title: Where Oblivion Dwells, about a month after I’d done all of my searches for books with that title.

Google’s algorithms apparently decided that since two women had written a book with and identical title, we must therefore be co-authors, because algorithms without human intervention are notoriously stupid. Out of curiosity, I looked at Franco's book, which is also Gothic and has supernatural elements. That put us in similar categories. However, other than the titles, our themes and stories are very distinct.

This next part of this saga is very important, because at the point I discovered this SNAFU of minor proportions—which was some time in the late summer of 2017, I think—we had put zero work into the cover art for my novel. Timelines in publishing can be tight, and you don’t want to make a title change that is going to affect the work of the cover artist, who has spent effort in coming up with the right design. Not to mention the fact that the title was already beginning to show up in online searches through Amazon, etc. and is probably what caused the initial algorithm co-author issues in Google books. Someone would have to go back and make any changes to those databases.

If we had gone even a month more into the process for my book, we couldn't have done what we did. As it was, we were drawing a tight line and creating more work for people, who are, like everyone else, maxed out to the max in their jobs, too.

Knowing this, I emailed my editor and agent and outlined my thoughts. I wanted to see if was too late to change the title to eliminate confusion. Fortunately, David was fine with it. We decided to go with Where Oblivion LIVES, as this would cause the least disruption to the title change, and which spellcheck sometimes calls Where Oblivion LIES just for shits and giggles, I guess—I don’t know; I’ve just learned to roll with these things.

So the thing with titles and the sheer number of books being published means there will be some, nay, maybe a lot of crossover in book titles. No matter how diligently you search for your novel’s title or series, someone else may be rolling in with the exact same title within days, months, or years of one another.

And it’s okay. The people who are going to buy Franco’s novel, are going to buy her books. Likewise, the people who are looking for Los Nefilim stories know where to find me. Neither of us are taking anything from the other.

As a matter of fact, if someone buys Franco’s novel, thinking that it’s mine, they might find themselves turned on to a new author they otherwise wouldn’t have noticed. I think that’s a win a for all of us.

Full Dark, No Stars Netflix's 1922: a review


This is, quite unintentionally, turning into the Stephen King fan blog. What can I say? It's been a banner year for the release of several movies based on King's works, I'm learning to hear again, and so here we are.

While I enjoyed both It and The Dark Tower at the movies, 1922 came by way of a Netflix original. For those of you who follow me on Twitter, you'll know that Netflix originals have been kind of hit or miss for me until recently.

Needless to say, I held my breath when I saw they were taking the helm for one of my favorite King novellas, 1922. This is the kind of story that can easily be botched by overacting or a poorly paced film. Fortunately, Zak Hilditch delivers a pitch perfect film that is intense and the epitome of an excellently rendered horror tale.

Thomas Jane plays Wilfred James, a farmer hellbent on keeping his farmland intact, even if it means murdering his headstrong wife (Molly Parker as Arlette James), who wants to take her inheritance and live the city-life. What could have devolved into an angsty morality tale turns into a ghost-tale worthy of Poe's The Tell-Tale Heart.

The film is true to the novella, and the acting simply makes the story sing. This should be on your must see list, regardless of the time of year.

A return to the blog

I don’t know about anyone else, but the very nature of social media is beginning to exhaust me. Some days I feel spread quite thin. I have a novel to write, and I’m thoroughly enjoying working with my Pitch Wars mentee, Elvin Bala. I also have all the tiny behind-the-scenes maneuvering that goes on prior to a publication, in addition to normal life events such as my day-job and family.

None of this is complaining, by the way. I love all these varied aspects of my life. However, I also know when stress is beginning to affect my body, and when I have to slow down, or at least unplug somewhat. Facebook has been the first to go. I haven’t disappeared entirely there, because I belong to some public groups that I enjoy, and a private group of extraordinary fellows of arcane society and another of Harper Voyager authors, both of which have saved my sanity on more than one occasion.

I’m still on Twitter, frankly because it’s easy to blurt short bursts than it is to sit down and compose a blog post. However, whenever I find myself doing a thread, I wonder why I didn’t take the time to blog. Social media demands you be there in the moment, and blogs are somewhat more static. My newsletter goes out much more randomly, but that’s because newsletters can seem kind of spammy, especially this time of year, so I tend to keep those for special announcements.

In the sidebar there is a link to get the blog posts via email, in case you want to sign up there.

I’ll run my blog posts through Twitter, Tumblr, and my author Facebook page. I’ll be around, but engagement on social media might be spotty for a bit. I hope you’ll understand.

Schedule for World Fantasy Convention 2018

I’m going to be at World Fantasy Con this coming weekend! This is my first World Fantasy Con, so I’m super excited to be attending. Thus far, it’s been a very positive experience and the programming committee has been very kind and bent over backwards to find a place for me.

I’m taking the train for the first time ever and if everything runs on time, I’ll be arriving at the hotel sometime between 6:30 and 7:00 p.m. on Thursday. I will be tired and ravenous but don’t let that scare you. Actually, it should frighten you just a little; however, I usually settle down once I’ve made it to my room and have been fed and watered.

Depending on my energy level, I’m hoping to get signed in and hang out for a bit Thursday evening.

On Friday morning, I have a breakfast meeting with my agent. After that, I have nothing else planned, so I’ll be hanging out at the con and attending panels. Saturday morning is currently free, as well.

If I’m just hanging out in the lobby with some free time, I’ll shoot a quick tweet.

Saturday 4:00 p.m., I’ll be on the Monsters and the Monstrous panel along with Julie C. Day, Aliette de Bodard, Hannah Strom-Martin (M), and John Wiswell.

Description: Monsters have existed as long as humans have made myths. But what makes a monster truly horrifying? A look at the lines between myth, horror, privilege, class, gender, and more.

I do have a planned Saturday evening dinner, and then I will have to leave very early Sunday morning, so I can be back in North Carolina for my day job on Monday.

A few notes for folks who haven’t met me:

I’m deaf, but I have a cochlear implant in my right ear. This means that if you approach me from behind or from my left, I might not hear you speak. If you say something to me and I don’t acknowledge you, it’s okay to touch my shoulder or arm to get my attention.

When we do speak, it might take me a moment or two to fully understand you, especially if you’re soft-spoken or if you have an accent. This is because of the way I hear through the implant. It usually only takes me a few moments before my brain begins to connect the sound coming from your mouth as words and when it does, we should be able to communicate without a problem.

In large crowds with lots of ambient noise, I’ll resort to lip-reading to supplement the sound coming in through my processor. This means I may frown a lot while I’m listening to you. It doesn’t mean I disagree with you, it’s just my listening face, because concentration.

If you see me reach for a small remote, I’m adjusting my microphones to shut out background noise. This helps me focus on the person in front of me.

Some of you might know sign language. I don’t. I do occasionally find it helpful, but at other times, it can confuse me even more, because my brain is hearing you through the implant and I’m lip-reading, so the added stimulation of attempting to translate hand movements can cause me to short-circuit. Trust me when I say it’s me, not you.

I don’t expect anyone to remember all of this, and I’m fine with letting people know what’s going on over and over if necessary.

I’m looking forward to a great con and meeting a lot of my online friends in real life. Be safe in your travels and I hope to see you there.

Notes from THE LABYRINTH OF SPIRITS read-along, pt. 1

I’m reading the final book in Carlos Ruiz Zafón’s cycle of The Cemetery of Forgotten Books, The Labyrinth of the Spirits. I had wanted to leave notes on Goodreads, but the Goodreads comments section truncates my responses, so it’s kind of hard to do. I’ll carry on there and come here to elaborate when I can.

What I want to do is give my American readers some historical context, which might help people who are unfamiliar with the Spanish Civil War and its aftermath understand some of the story’s nuance.

page 23: The novel opens in March of 1938, when Barcelona was mercilessly bombed by the rebels and their allies (the Italians and the Germans). These were civilian targets, not military, and only stopped after international outcry. Hitler’s Condor Legion was heavily involved in the Spanish Civil War and the German air force perfected the blitzkrieg in Spain. They primarily targeted civilians.


page 83: The character of Joaquin Maura seems to be something of a composite of many people who suffered during the Franco’s war of annihilation. Zafón doesn’t mention Maura’s specific crime, but it most likely consisted of supporting the Republican government, or even belonging to a union. When the Spanish Civil War ended, the Francoists used union or political lists to round up any Republicans, who might stand opposed to Franco and his rebels.

Writers, schoolteachers, and doctors were imprisoned solely based on their occupation. So when you see the word “criminal” in The Labyrinth of the Spirits, read it with tongue firmly in cheek.

Maura’s “crime” and subsequent imprisonment caused him to lose his family & his livelihood. His encounter with his adult daughter speaks to how many children were brainwashed into believing their fathers were criminals.

Maura resides in the Hotel Hispania with other "criminals,” awaiting death.

The fact that the novel’s protagonist, Alicia Gris (gris is gray in Spanish), resides in the Hotel Hispania is a clue to Alicia's political leanings. Her thoughts seem more in line with those of the defeated Republican government rather than those of her employer, a branch of Franco's secret police. Alicia is a hard bite of defiance in a world that hates women. God, I love her.

page 115: Alicia is paired with agent Vargas from a different unit. In their first scene together, Vargas asks Alicia if she can drive.

She replies: “I can barely open a bank account in this country without permission from a husband or father.”

Vargas says, “I see.”

“Allow me to doubt that.”

It's important to understand that one of the first things Franco's fascist regime did was severely curtail women's rights. Fascists have always feared powerful women. They still do.

page 126: Doña Mariana speaks of “national reconciliation,” which is a term meant to gloss over the memories of Franco's on-going brutalities. She becomes extremely miffed when Alicia challenges her on the subject.

Franco was big on “national reconciliation," which essentially amounted to “I won, so let's all get along,” or in 21st century jargon: “both sides.”

“National reconciliation” eventually became Spain's Amnesty Law, which was enacted in 1977, two years after Franco's death. The law freed political prisoners and allowed exiles to return to Spain, but it did nothing to prosecute Franco's regime for its human rights violations.

It was sort of Spain's way of saying BYGONES in the hopes that everyone would conveniently put the past behind them and move toward Spain's future. This is hard to do when you can’t turn soil in Spain without hitting mass graves full of Republicans shot by the fascists.

I’m on page 133. I’ll post again when I’ve collected a few more notes.

Fieldnotes: Fascism, women, and the Spanish Civil War

WARNING: If you’re upset by violence, you might want to skip this post, because this one is ugly.

In order to simplify the opposing forces in the Spanish Civil War for my American readers:

The elected Republican government was roughly the equivalent to today’s Democratic Party. Franco’s fascists referred to the Republicans as “leftists,” or as “reds” even though most Republicans did not consider themselves to be communists.

The rebels (Franco and his military junta) were backed by the Church, industrialists, the rich, and fascists, which can be likened to today’s evangelicals, the one percent, and Trump’s fascist party, the GOP. They consisted of members of the hard-right and fascists.

Before anyone accuses me of misrepresenting the GOP’s fascist mentality, their current philosophy was initially made clear in a speech by one of Franco’s more flamboyant generals, Juan Yagüe y Blanco (more commonly known as the Butcher of Badajoz):

“… We have decided to redeem you and we will redeem you whether you want to be redeemed or not. Do we need you for anything? No, there will never again be any elections, so why would we need your vote? The first thing to do is to redeem the enemy. We are going to impose our civilization on them and if they don’t accept it willingly, we will impose it by force …”

That attitude, expressed by Yagüe in October of 1937, exemplified the rhetoric behind Franco’s war of annihilation, which was especially brutal on women. Republicans, who weren’t able to flee Franco’s advancing forces, were shot or taken into custody, not as prisoners of war but as common criminals. If the men couldn’t be found, their mothers, wives, and daughters were imprisoned in their stead. In Huesca, seventy-four women were executed for the crime of being the wives of men who had either fled or been shot.

Falangists (fascists) raped Republican women at will. They were also known to brand their victims’ breasts with the Falangist symbol of yoke and arrows. In one case, Falangists raped two women and when they were done, they placed hand grenades between the women’s legs and pulled the pins.


Executions were commonplace and had no regard to either gender or age. In Madrid on 5 August 1939, “fifty-six prisoners were executed including a fourteen-year-old boy and thirteen women, seven of whom were under the age of twenty-one. They came to be known as the Trece Rosas, thirteen roses whose fate symbolized the cruelty of the Franco regime. They were members of the United Socialist Youth, the JSU. Their capture in the spring of 1939 had been facilitated because the Casado Junta had seized JSU membership lists then left them for the Francoists. The excuse for the executions was a non-existent plot to murder Franco.”

The repression in Jaca was exceptionally brutal and was quite often led, not by the military, but by the priests. One in particular, Father de Fustiñana, who was the Chaplain to the local Requetés and liked to walk the streets carrying a gun, was especially feared. Called a ‘bird of ill omen,’ the prisoners knew that when he entered the prison, death followed. On 6 August 1936, Fustiñana, an army captain, and two Falangists “seized two women from the Jaca prison, took them out into the countryside and shot them.” The women were Pilar Vizcarra, who was twenty-eight-years old and pregnant, and Desideria Giménez, a member of the Socialist Youth. Giménez was sixteen.

Fustiñana enjoyed these executions. “He offered confession and the last rites to those about to be shot. Then, his shoes caked with blood, he would visit the families of the few that accepted.” Fustiñana maintained lists of those executed and whether or not the condemned decided to make confession at the end. Over four hundred people from Jaca and its surrounding villages were murdered during this purge.

Those arrested were often members of the Republican middle class, especially doctors and schoolteachers. Women weren’t allowed to take children older than three into prison with them. Since family members were also either imprisoned, executed, or in exile, the women had no one to care for their children. In other cases, babies were taken away (often by force) from their mothers immediately after birth in prison.

The Republican children were placed orphanages, often while the parents still lived.

The justification for removing children from their parents was precipitated by Major Antonio Vallejo Nágera, who was appointed by Franco to oversee the Psychiatric Services of the rebel army. Vallejo spent his time searching for the “‘red gene’ and the links between Marxism and mental deficiency on Republican prisoners.” He justified “the sequestration of Republican children in a book entitled The Eugenics of Spanishness and the Regeneration of the Race.” Vallejo’s theory was that race “was constituted by a series of cultural values” such as hierarchical, military, and patriotic.

Of course Vallejo noted that the values of “the left” were inimical to the fascist idea of Spanishness, and therefore had to be eradicated. “Obsessed with what he called ‘the transcendent task of cleansing of our race’, his model was the Inquisition, which had protected Spain from poisonous doctrines in the past.” To his way of thinking, the “health of the race required that children be separated from their ‘red’ mothers.”

His work eventually led to the 1941 law that “legalized the changing of the names of Republican orphans.”

After the war, roughly twelve thousand children were placed in state or religious orphanages. These orphanages brainwashed the children by telling them that their parents were criminals. One woman recounts how her husband was shot before her and her small daughter. She was arrested and the child was given to a Catholic orphanage. “The mother wrote regularly until one day her daughter replied saying, ‘Don’t write to me any more about papa. I know he was a criminal. I am taking the veil.’”

Likewise, other children were brainwashed into denouncing their fathers as assassins. They were “forced to sing the songs of the murderers of their father; to wear the uniform of those who have executed him, and to curse the dead and to blaspheme his memory.”

When women were allowed to take their small children with them into prison, it usually resulted in a death sentence for the child. In Ventas, Paz Azatí recounted that each day “on the floor of the Ventas infirmary you would see the corpses of fifteen to twenty children dead from meningitis.” The notorious prison in Saturrarán prison in the Basque Country murdered more than one hundred women and fifty children with disease alone.

Rather than outcry, the Francoists applauded his atrocities at every turn. Propagandists “presented the executions, the overflowing prisons and camps, the slave-labour battalions and the fate of the exiles as the scrupulous yet compassionate justice of a benevolent Caudillo. In 1964, they launched a highly choreographed, nationwide celebration of the ‘Twenty-Five Years of Peace’ since the end of the war. Every town in Spain was bedecked with posters rejoicing in the purging of the atheistic hordes of the left.”

In an interview with ABC, Franco “made it clear that the celebrations were not for peace but for victory … The unspoken message of the elaborate celebrations was that the return on Franco’s investment in terror could not have been more successful.”

For the sake of ourselves and our children, we should take care the past does not become the present.

All quotes taken from The Spanish Holocaust: inquisition and extermination in twentieth-century Spain by Paul Preston.

Swept away in the mainstream of life ...

Some friends of mine have a saying about getting back into the mainstream of life. These last few weeks, it seems like I was swept away in a stream that became a flood, and I mean that literally and figuratively.

I haven’t been blogging and only recently got back into my writing groove.

My husband had some health issues with his heart for which he was hospitalized. He went to see his cardiologist and they admitted him that day. It was all very frightening and sudden, but he got the absolute best of care. I spent nine days holding down my day job, visiting him in the hospital, and doing all the things I do in addition to all the things he does. My daughter was an absolute lifesaver for me. She stayed with me and picked up all the slack. I don’t know what I would have done without her and my sister-in-law. I’m so very lucky to have them both in my life.

While my husband was in the hospital, Hurricane Florence decided to visit. We’re far enough inland that we’re usually safe; but on Wednesday of last week, NOAA predicted a Category 4 hurricane. A Category 4 will produce high winds for us, even as far west as we are, and although it’s usually downgraded to a tropical storm by the time it arrives here, those winds can be fierce, especially when you’re living in a rural are with a lot of trees. When we lose power, we lose our well, which leads me to the next part of this story …

Needless to say that my stress levels were somewhat higher than normal. Let’s all recall that I’m a little high strung in the first place. So when I went to the grocery store and saw all of the bottled water had been sold, I had a mini-breakdown on the aisle. I eventually managed to score some bottled water. I panicked and purchased about six cases. We’re good on bottled water, thank you.

By the time my day ended at 8:00 p.m. each evening, I was so exhausted that I fell into the bed and died until it was time to get up and do it all over again. My husband’s cardiologist is wonderful. He did all the right things, so now I have my husband back home again. Florence was evil, but we weren’t affected with anything other than some blustery weather and rain.

The first part of September was wild, and there is still a couple of weeks left, but I’m sort of hoping that it’s a case of in like a lion and out like a lamb. I’m so happy to have my husband home and feeling so much better. We’re making some lifestyle changes that will benefit us both.

I’ve finally had a chance to see Black Panther. It is a wonderful movie filled with all of the things I love: a nuanced villain, wonderful acting, a clear recognition of history and how it affects our lives, and a wonderful theme. If you haven’t had a chance to see it, check it out.


I also had the opportunity to read an advanced copy of John Hornor Jacobs’ new novella, The Sea Dreams it is the Sky, which is due to be published on October 30.

It has been a long time since I’ve had the pleasure to read such a cerebral work of cosmic horror. The last time I enjoyed a horror novella this much, I was reading Stephen King’s 1922.

In Jacobs’ novella, Isabel meets a fellow ex-pat, who is simply known as the Eye. When the Eye receives a mysterious note, he returns to their homeland and leaves Isabel in charge of his apartment. There, she finds that the Eye is none other than the reviled poet, Rafael Avendaño.

As Isabel reads the manuscripts the poet has left behind, I was immersed into a creeping sense of dread that intensified with every page. Like Isabel, I was drawn into the terror of Avendaño's life during the military coup that left him maimed in body and soul. And behind the coup, seen only by Avendaño, is an ancient horror that Jacobs reveals by masterfully stripping away one layer of reality after another.

Equal turns poetic and hypnotic, Jacobs resurrects the surreal imagery of Jorge Louis Borges and couples it with visceral prose that cuts to the bone.

It gave me nightmares.

Needless to say, I loved it, and I send it your way highly recommended. Pre-order it if you can so it drops into your magical device just in time for Halloween.

So that is what I’ve been doing and where I’ve been. I’ve also been reading Pitch Wars entries and having to make some hard choices. Everyone who submitted to me is talented is so many different ways.

On Monday of this week, I got my page proofs for Where Oblivion Lives. They get the priority, because deadlines. I’m also working on the next Los Nefilim novel, Carved from Stone and Dream. After many false starts, the story is beginning to take shape.

I can also now confirm that I will be a guest at MystiCon (February 22-24, 2019) in Roanoke, Virginia! That’s really exciting for me. I’ve been wanting to attend this con for quite some time, so I’m looking forward to being a part of their program.

I’ll also be attending World Fantasy Con in Baltimore this November, so watch for me there. As always, take care. I’ll be around.

Watch for me.

Pitch Wars 2018 Mentor Wish List

For those of you who are new to Pitch Wars: hi, how are you, we'll be new together.

If you've been involved in Pitch Wars before: hi, how are you, be gentle, I'm new.

You know this is an official pitch wars post, because poe IS HERE.

You know this is an official pitch wars post, because poe IS HERE.

This is the post whereupon I tell you the things that I'm looking for and some of the things that I'm not. For the record, I've been writing long enough to know that most of you have already skipped to the end to see the wish list. That's okay. Trust me when I say: I understand.

I've been where you've been. I'm also still where you're at, because I go through exactly the same anxiety every time I submit a new work to an editor. Being published and having been through the submission process multiple times doesn't decrease my apprehension. 

Does anyone ever get to the point where they don't care? I'll let you know when it happens, but today is not that day.

What all this means is that I wish I had some magic words to make you feel safe, but I don't.

What I do have is a bit of advice, something that I've learned to do: lean on my friends. I have a small circle of very close writerly friends, and while they can't make me feel better or fix my anxiety, they do lend me an empathetic ear. Make sure your group is private, so you can vent loudly and at will. It doesn't fix the weird subjective nature of this process, but friends make this world much easier to bear.

About Me

In case you don't know anything about me, this is my first year as a Pitch Wars mentor. My qualifications to be a mentor include the following: I am a past member of the Online Writing Workshop for Science Fiction, Fantasy and Horror. I workshopped my first novel Miserere: An Autumn Tale (2011) through OWW and had the privilege of critiquing many fine works while I was there. I also survived the great Night Shade meltdown of 2013 to go on to sell three novellas to Harper Voyager Impulse--In Midnight's Silence (2015), Without Light or Guide (2015), and The Second Death (2016), which were all compiled in the omnibus Los Nefilim (2016). I've had my short stories appear in Grimdark Magazine and various anthologies, including the most recent, Evil is a Matter of Perspective (2017), which contains the Los Nefilim short story "Every Hair Casts a Shadow." My newest work is Where Oblivion Lives, the first of three Los Nefilim novels, and it will be published by Harper Voyager in February 2019. I'm represented by Lisa Rodgers of JABberwocky Agency.

During the last nine years, I have continued to work with other authors on their manuscripts and they have helped me with mine. I'm telling you all of these things not to brag, but so that you know I am bringing something to the table for you.

What am I looking for?

I thought long and hard about what to write here, because I don't want anything to be misconstrued as being negative about any sub-genres. Personally, I don't restrict my reading to any particular genre and read everything from literary fiction to genre fiction to nonfiction and all the things in between. However, I'm not as intimate with the different tropes of every market as I am with science fiction, fantasy and horror.

In the end, I based my decision on what to accept by how well I know the market. For example: I love reading historical fiction such as Wolf Hall; however, I know next to nothing about selling historical fiction to an agent or editor, because that is not what I write.

Part of my job as a Pitch Wars mentor is not just to critique your manuscript but also to help you through the query process. In order to do that, I need to have a grasp on what kind of books agents and editors are buying, which like everything else is publication is something of a crapshoot, but here we all are anyway.

Likewise, I don't want you to waste a mentor slot on me if you don't think we'll be a good fit. Center one objective in your mind: you're not out to get any mentor. You want the mentor who is going to be the best fit for you and your work. If it's not me, that's cool. This isn't a popularity contest--it's a working relationship.

The kinds of books that draw me in have strong voice and characterization. When the committee at Pitch Wars asked for my five favorite novels to post on my mentor profile, I deliberately chose five very distinctive books to give people an idea of the wide range of styles that I enjoy.

With all that said, here we go:

What I want: magical realism, historical fantasy, dark fantasy, or dark urban fantasy (see Laura Bickle's Dark Alchemy), and the grimdark. I'm cool with vampires if they don't sparkle, werewolves, jaded gods, and fae. I'm looking for a fresh new take on any of those things. Twist it, turn it, if in doubt, send it.

What I'm not looking for: no epic fantasy (elves, dwarves, Tolkienish fantasy) UNLESS you've got a really unique spin on the idea, no paranormal romance, no magical schools or military schools--frankly no schools unless you're got something exceptionally different. No coming of age stories.

What I want:
 ghost stories, haunted houses, demons, vampires, possession (think Paul Tremblay's A Head Full of Ghosts; Clive Barker's Cabal; Lisa Mannetti's The Gentling Box are some examples across the board)--if it's supernatural and you can rock it with a dark edge, I'm interested.

I'm a huge fan of Gothic horror, especially when it's twisted into a modern setting (Frankenstein in Baghdad by Ahmed Saadawi); Southern Gothic (High Lonesome Sound by Jaye Wells); and weird fiction (A Book of Tongues by Gemma Files; Nod by Adrian Barnes), definitely historical horror (Between Two Fires by Christopher Buehlman); and literary horror (Sarah Waters' The Little Stranger).

What I'm not looking for: Frankly I'm not into any form of torture porn, so no splatterpunk, no zombies (unless you've got an awesome upgrade/twist on the theme such as Justina Ireland's Dread Nation), no graphic mutilations, or teenagers being hunted a la Friday the 13th [note: see Other Considerations for more information].

To give you an idea of the kind of horror that I'm into, check out some of the movies that I've recently enjoyed, which include: A Quiet Place, Get Out, A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night, The Conjuring (I & II), and The Babadook. If you're writing the literary equivalent of any of these, send it my way.

Science Fiction
What I want:
 I'll look at any science fiction as long as the caveats in Other Considerations [below] are kept in mind. Like horror, I'm not interested in zombies unless it has a new twist, but I do love alien horror, such as in Aliens, et al. Any science fiction with a dark edge appeals to me (Hull Zero Three by Greg Bear). If your weird fiction falls under a science fiction heading, send it along--this includes dystopias. Thrillers (Up Against It by M.J. Locke), especially political thrillers in the vein of Dune also appeal to me. I'm open to first contact stories and alien adventures. In terms of science fiction, I'm open to just about anything.

Other Considerations
(These apply to both fantasy and horror)

Market. Adult. I am not willing to look at New Adult, because I'm not familiar with the market. If your new adult novel falls into the adult market, call it adult and send it to me. If you're looking specifically for mentors who will accept New Adult, go to the bottom of this post. We've made it easy for you to find mentors who are accepting New Adult.

Diversity. I am exceptionally open to diverse authors and characters. I love reading books with older protagonists, especially older women in active roles.

Is your work #ownvoices? Send it. I'm not making a list in the event I accidentally exclude someone, but I am open all #ownvoices stories.

If you're writing from a perspective outside your own, that's cool, too. I will ask you to do what I do and work with sensitivity readers. Likewise, while diverse characters can add so much dimension to your story, being diverse can't be their only interesting quality.

If you look at my five favorite novels, you'll notice they all share one thing in common: the characters drive the plot. I'm looking for exciting, complex characters. I shouldn’t have to say this, but just in case you have a question: I will work with anyone, regardless of your gender identity.

Romance. I mentioned no paranormal romance, not because I don't read or like paranormal romance, but because I'm not familiar with the market.

I will read a novel with romance in it.

If you want to understand how the tropes and plot arcs work in romance, please read this very insightful post by Ilona Andrews called Brief Analysis of Alphahole Trope in Romantic Fiction. While Ilona is speaking primarily to the trope of the alpha male, she does give an excellent overview of the plotting arc utilized when writing romance. If you want to see my views on romance in fantasy, you need to read my blog post Women Write Romance, Men Write Manly Things, but the upshot of it is simply this: if your story is NOT genre romance (because market), then you can send it to me.

Graphic Violence. I can take the gritty (A Prince of Thorns by Mark Lawrence, A Book of Tongues by Gemma Files) and I can take the weird (Nod by Adrian Barnes), but what I can't take is graphic violence for the sake of graphic violence. 

If your novel kills characters for shock value, or has rape, fridging the spouse/boyfriend/girlfriend/lover, or kills the gays, you may send your novel. We'll examine the context of how these elements fit within your story. However, be aware ahead of time that it might become necessary to change some of these aspects to make a better story.

My job as a mentor is to help you craft a novel that moves outside the box, and all of the things I listed in my previous paragraph are story clichés. Just because these things worked for Famous Author X, doesn't mean they'll work for you. Besides, Famous Author X has already done the thing. We want your novel to do a new thing, because your story deserves to stand out, not blend in with the crowd.   

POV. No preference. I've read (and written) novels in third, first, and combinations thereof. In any multi-POV work, I generally need to see a clear protagonist. Once that character's arc is established, multiple POVs don't bother me, but if you've got eight POVs, we'll need to examine ways in which to narrow it to three.

Remember: Stephen King published Carrie before the The Stand. You're at the Carrie stage of your career. If I find you switching POVs too much, or the character arcs are too jarring, we can work on those things together, but they will have to change.

Word Count. Stick with debut word counts. I know Famous Author X has written a door stopping blockbuster, but if you walk backwards, you'll see that, in most cases, Famous Author X's first novel was significantly shorter (see the Carrie/Stand example above).

With a debut fantasy, you need to keep the story between 80,000 to 125,000 words. Horror will usually run shorter, between 70,000-90,000. Those are ballpark figures. If your novel is 50,000, or 84,000, or 125,200 words, I won't discount it.

However, if your fantasy is 175,000 words, I'm going to have to see a mind-blowing theme and a knock-out first chapter. With larger works over the 125K mark, I'll expect that you'll be willing to work toward trimming the novel so that it is closer to industry expectations.

Final Notes

If you’re still here, that means you're willing to explore the possibility of working with me. That's great.

As I said earlier, this isn't a popularity contest. You get to pick four mentors, and it's exceptionally important that you choose wisely.

The mentor/mentee relationship is one of mutual respect. We're colleagues in the sense that we're in the same profession. You've worked hard to get where you are, and I know that because I'm still working hard to maintain my toehold in the business.

This is a business and it's tough, so I'm going critique your story the same way my editors have critiqued my work--as a professional with an eye to the market. Despite the rumors you might hear to the contrary, I'm not heartless. But this is a business that requires a thick skin, and I'm here to help you develop one.

I am good at picking out plot flaws and poor characterization and offering constructive criticism. You need to be realistic enough about your writing and the harsh realities of publication to know that I'm not picking on you or your work, but that I'm trying to help you so that your work stands out in a very crowded field.

However, I'm also keenly aware that this is YOUR story. You know where you're going with it, and you know what you want it and the characters to do. Since you need to be comfortable with any changes, I'm perfectly okay when someone rejects my comments or suggestions. This cannot be my way or the highway. You've created a picture and I'm going to suggest where you might want to deepen the shading or remove a hill or two to sharpen the focus of your work. Whether or not you take those suggestions is entirely up to you.

I make notes in Track Changes as I read your work, so be sure you can send your manuscript to me in Word and that you know how to work Track Changes. I also give you a brief editorial letter that elaborates on any issues I might have.

In terms of personality, I'm not quite as dour as this post reads, but you get the general idea. If you want to know what I'm like, you can follow my Twitter feed. That's really a good place to get to know me. I've been around for about nine years, so it shouldn't be hard to find people who've worked with me. They'll tell you that I swear and leave a lot of notes with my critiques, but mostly that I swear. If profanity bothers you, I might not be the person for you. 

I am not answering DMs on Twitter or Facebook during the Pitch Wars submission process. I'm not being mean, but I know my limitations, and I simply don't have time to chase twenty conversations across social media, or to answer the same question hundreds of times. Besides, several other people might be thinking of asking your question. If they are, then I can answer your question and point the others to the response.

This saves us all time.

SO, with all that said, if you have a general question about me or how I edit, you can either drop a comment on this post (preferred), or use my contact page to get in touch with me for now.

If I'm not the mentor for you, you can check out more Pitch Wars mentors below, or head over to the Pitch Wars Mentor Blog Hop Post. Either way, good luck, and I hope you find the best mentor for you and your work!

Fieldnotes: the Great War in Where Oblivion Lives

It's been a while since I've given you some Fieldnotes, so I thought I'd show you a quick one. Some of the most dramatic moments in Where Oblivion Lives come from Diago's flashbacks to battles of the Great War, which was how World War I was known during the 1930s.

During my early research, I came across the following account by Private Wilf Wallworth from the South Lancashire Regiment:

There was a little tramway up the back of the bank leading up to the Bluff trenches. You couldn't be seen by the Germans there, but they had it taped. For a while it was my job to take up ammunition, water, supplies, food and that, to a place just behind the trenches where it would be unloaded. This was at night of course.

For the return trip they put bodies on the trolley -- men who had gone west that day I suppose. I hated the homeward journey. I don't know why because I must have seen thousands of dead men, dead horses, mules, by then, and I was properly hardened to it. But pushing the tram back . . . well, I wasn't comfortable.

You had shells and mortars and starshells going off regular, and in the flashes, especially the starshells which burned for a bit, I couldn't stop myself looking at my load. I didn't want to, but I was drawn to it. The track was uneven and wobbly, and it looked like they were moving, coming back to life. It made my skin creep, but I just couldn't keep my eyes off them when the lights went up.

Everything in that war was down to luck. Although Minnies landed pretty close a few times -- a hell of a crash, they made -- and shook us about a bit, they never got me, and I never had anyone [a body] tumble off; I think I would have left him there for someone else if I did. I had been told of other blokes and their load just disappearing; just a smoking hole there in the morning.

Funny what your mind does. If I hadn't been alone it wouldn't have been so bad, I suppose. It probably sounds ridiculous [to you], but my obsession with looking at those lads -- who couldn't do me no harm, could they -- took away the fear of the shelling.

--The Battlefields of the First World War by Peter Barton

That image--of a soldier wheeling bodies away from the battlefield--remained with me as I worked on the early drafts of Where Oblivion Lives. The scenes took several forms until the final draft, where it's been trimmed and polished to be seen in Diago's first nightmare scene.

In this excerpt, Guillermo's wife, Juanita, who is an angel and Los Nefilim's doctor, has persuaded Diago to let her hypnotize him. They dream his dream together:

“This is similar to hypnosis,” Juanita murmured. “I will take you down into sleep by adjusting my voice until I find the vibrations that best affect your brainwaves.” Her timbre changed as she elucidated through one set of vocalizations and then another. Diago could tell by the subtle variations that she utilized all three sets of her vocal cords. “When I find the correct pitch, you will begin to dream, and then I will follow you into your subconscious. Now close your eyes.”

It wasn’t hard to obey her.

“Think about the music you hear when you sleep. Try and conjure the song.”

Engulfed by darkness, he listened. Silence met him, as deep and impregnable as the void. Then, from faraway, he caught the first isolated notes of the violin. It was his Stradivarius.

Louder now, as if sensing his presence, the music drew near. The bow attacked the strings (Diago recalled making those quick jabs: strike, strike, strike, followed by a smooth pull) before slurring the chords into decay. The intro descended into pallid notes, gray and soft like fog (no, the smell of cordite is strong in the air . . . it is not fog but smoke) drifting over the muddy ground.

The dream solidified, taking him deeper into his subconscious. The faint outline of a château appeared behind broken (burned) trees, shrouded in fog . . .

“Smoke,” Juanita whispered.


The song’s tempo slowed to become a dirge. Diago walked the scorched field. Lumps of clay (bodies) littered the ground. In the distance came the steady percussion of drums (bombs), shaking the earth with furious thunder.

Squinting through the smoke, he perceived a shadowy figure pushing a tram filled with corpses. The arms and legs trembled as the wheels jittered along on the hastily laid tracks of war. One hand opened to release a silver disc that sank into the mud.

Then the bow resumed its attack and punch against the strings (quick jabs: strike, strike, strike) and the night came down and the world went black and silence descended quick and hard, like the stillness that follows the falling of a bomb.

Diago opened his eyes. His heart pounded and for one wild moment, he thought of Guillermo’s Creed Model 7, churning out messages in staccato beats. He became aware of Juanita’s strong hands, pinning his shoulders to the cushions.

This is the first foray into what Juanita refers to as Diago's "prolonged battle stress," because during the 1930s it wasn't called PTSD, but rather battle fatigue or shell-shock. In the original draft, Diago never spoke of his experiences in the trenches, and probably wouldn't have, but my editor placed a sentence in Diago's mouth that ignited my imagination.

In that first draft, Diago didn't have the second flashback. Juanita asked him if anything else noteworthy happened, and Diago blew off her question. Then my editor had Diago answer her by inserting a single sentence into Diago's mouth: "You mean other than all the killing?"

And I realized I'd missed a huge opportunity with both the scene and the novel. So I went a little deeper into my character's psyche and the result was a much stronger scene that set the stage for everything that follows:

Juanita touched his shoulder. “It’s not unusual to be tormented by past engagements. Nefilim suffer from prolonged battle stress just as mortals do. Did anything noteworthy happen during that fight?”

“Noteworthy,” he repeated dully while rubbing his forehead. He found it hard to keep venom from seeping into his words as he answered her question. “Aside from the sheer magnitude of the death toll?” A sudden image flashed through his mind: huddling in a trench as shells exploded around them. Cold and wet and eaten alive by lice, he’d shut his eyes against the mud falling like rain and when he opened them again, someone’s scalp landed at his feet . . .


He jerked himself free of the memory, uncomfortably aware of his clammy palms. “I don’t know what you want from me, Juanita. After so many days of battle, they all seemed the same.” A never-ending misery.

And that, my friends, is the story of how a tram full of corpses and Diago's PTSD became a huge part of Where Oblivion Lives.

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