My characters always come first. You can’t have a plot if you don’t know who is going to move through it. Onyesonwu came to me way before her story did. The first scene I wrote was the first scene of the novel. No outline, no nothing. Just Onyesonwu at her father’s burial and some madness happens.
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With regard to Finch, I think a lot of readers who thought I did more leisurely-paced fiction were surprised (although they shouldn’t have been) that I could write what amounts to a thriller-noir-spy story mixed with elements of visionary fantasy.
I believe in probability, which most of us refer to as luck, mostly because that word is easier to say than “outlier” or “likelihood as n approaches infinity.”
SFWA Active members, tomorrow is the last day to vote for the Nebula Awards. You may do that online with the Nebula final ballot. Your vote must be received by Wednesday, March 30th, 2010 at 11:59pm PST in order to be counted. Please vote, and then help us encourage other members to vote as well. […]
SFWA Active and Associate members, tomorrow, February 15, is the last day to nominate for the Nebula Awards. There are some of the 389 free pieces of eligible fiction available in the members’ only Discussion Forum for your consideration. Make sure you go to the Nebula nomination ballot today or tomorrow to nominate your five favorites […]
SFWA Active and Associate members, there are only 11 days left to nominate for the Nebula Awards. Why not spend the weekend reading some of the 367 free pieces of eligible fiction available in the members’ only Discussion Forum. Then, hop over to the Nebula nomination ballot and nominate your five favorites in each category.
I’ve never been inclined to play the “what genre is it?” game or to take part in the oftentimes bloodier “that’s not such-and-such genre!” debates. Genre lines are so arbitrary and, in many regards, subjective. Like, to me, horror is more contemporary in setting, mood, and character than dark fantasy, but at the same time, urban fantasies are essentially defined by their modern settings, and they tend to be quite dark, yet I don’t consider them horror.
A teenager is inherently an outsider, because they’re in transition, unformed, changing quickly from childhood to adulthood. They’ve been given a lot of cultural freedom as a child, because they are children. You often hear people say, “They don’t understand, they’re just children,” and this is often an excuse for breaking some minor cultural prohibition.
What is it that makes us entertain fantasies about mating outside our own species? Surely this can’t be in our DNA; the mule, sterile offspring of a horse and donkey’s mating, is an example of the evolutionary dead end that results.Yet since our earliest days we’ve apparently been fascinated by the non-human cultures we co-exist with, and the fantasy of strange creatures, able to shift from wild animal to human. Long before we could write, we told stories around the campfire about them, as lovers, not monsters.
I had no idea what that book was actually about, or any notion of characters beyond September and the Green Wind. But the book as it exists in the world of Palimpsest presented certain rules, and I always find it wonderful to write confined to a set of rules.