June 18th, 2007

writing one-eyed jack

'til you find you're back in vegas with a handle in your hand--

Because I love you, and want you to be happy (and buy my books...)

Bill at Subterranean Press has been kind enough to include a sneak preview of Promethean Age 5--which is a prequel, of sorts*, to Whiskey and Water, and which won't be out until 2010!--in the EBear Extravaganza issue of Subterranean. The book is called One-Eyed Jack & The Suicide King, at least as a working title, and fondly known as OEJ.

Over the course of the next week or so, we'll be publishing a chunk of the first third of the book online. Not exactly the beginning, but not quite the middle either. There's a very short synopsis of the first couple of chapters up, however, which should be enough to get you through.

One-Eyed Jack is my Las Vegas novel, which may be unique among SFF Vegas novels in having been written by somebody who lived there. It's about, as the icon might tend to indicate, the city of Las Vegas, the city of Los Angeles, Hoover Dam, Fremont Street, the Desert Inn, vampires, television spies, people named John Henry (one of whom used to be a dentist, yes), the ghost of Benjamin Siegel, an undead gospel singer from Mississippi with some serious issues surrounding religion, a Mage who wasn't very good at it, and two playing cards who used to be men.

It's kind of different in tone and architecture from all the other Promethean Age fiction, because the metatext on this one is fandom and media culture, where everything is revisionist and all stories are true. (If I ever write a comic-book one, I'm seriously over a barrel.) So this one is about new stories fighting for their survival, rather than old.

It starts today. It starts here.

*It takes place in 1964 and 2002. Sort of. B&I is 1997, W&W is 2004. Yeah, I know we're not supposed to set our novels too firmly in a time or place. Screw it; let 'em date. The world changes fast enough now that I can totally write period pieces set five or ten years ago. *g*
writing dust bible 'house of dust"

he came 'round here with his camera and some of his american friends.

Things I have learned while revising Dust:

Of those words I am sick of, coalescing is one. So is sharp. And shattered. And muzzily.

Also, people are firming their jaws all over the place in this book. And I never shut up about light. It is the only quality of the environment I notice, apparently.

Fifty pages to go, and then I write a scene and a part of a scene that need to be inserted, and then I only have to read this twice more ever.
writing dust rengeek shakespeare

i'm full of bourbon and i can't stand up

Love for Robertson Davies:

"Perhaps the most striking difference between Malory's Morte d'Arthur and Tennyson's Idylls of the King is that Malory's women are all human beings, and that Tennyson's are, in greater or less degree, prizes for good conduct. "

I have 29 chapters and chapter titles and 29 epigraphs for Dust, all of which are hopefully short enough for fair use, or in the public domain. If not, I'm going to have to do this some more, but for now, I am through.

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And look, my pretentiously literary novel has a pulp cover!

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If you wanted to see all the extant book covers in one place, they're here.

And now I am gonna read Sarah's chapter, eat something before I pass out, and go catch up on Doctor Who and Hustle.