Well, I thought it might be an April Fool’s joke, but no–apparently SNM Horror Mag cracked one of my old stories out of its coffin and put the paddles to it, and IT LIVES! It’s up for online viewing in their April-May issue.
The story is The Somnologist, a somewhat naughty tale about a horny nurse and a serial killer coming out of a coma. Your standard church book club fare, in other words.
Continue reading Fourth Story Published at SNM
I’ve decided to break up richard-weir.com into two different sites: the one you’re reading now as a place devoted to fiction and its craft, and the new one: thefreethinkinglife.com as a place for more theoretical and ranty posts.
It makes sense. Fiction and opinion occupy different parts of the brain. (No doubt someone could show as much on an MRI. Get working on that, Science.)
Continue reading Announcing a New Site
It happens to us all.
Every now and then you just go a tiny, wee-bit batshit about how much there is to do.
There are query letters to send, guest posts to write, another round of corrections with your editor, invoices to send out for some freelance work you did…
…there are synopses to be written, your own website hasn’t been updated since the turn of some prior century, your social media followers haven’t heard from you in so long they’ve divided into two camps: Alien Abduction vs. Fallen Into a Narrow Crevasse and Gnawing Her Own Arm Off…
…there are conferences and workshops and networking events to attend, that library wants you to be a guest speaker to some kids (as if they care), research for a piece you’ve been putting off, a steadily-expanding list of writing articles you’ve been meaning to read…
Oh yeah… the writing.
Actual ass-in-chair bleed-onto-your-keyboard creative time.
You’re only one person. With so many hours in a day. With only so many of those hours that the dog isn’t whining to go out, or the tummy rumbling to put food in, or the plumbing springing a sudden and spectacular leak.
For me it’s about every six months. I flat out lose it. I melt down for a day. You can set your watch to it.
But I always come out of it.
Here’s how… Continue reading What to Do When You’re Overwhelmed
We’ve all been there. You run the errands, you walk the dogs. You deal with your boss’s needs, your family’s needs. You take care of business so that you have a few precious hours of Sacred Writing Time, all to yourself.
You feed yourself, you bring your mug of tea with. You get yourself in position at your desk. The door is closed. The laptop is open. Nothing can stop you now. Time to be brilliant, to weave magic onto the page, to create!
You poise your fingers over the keys, you look at that blinking cursor, eager to chew its way through evil blank space…
And it blinks.
Continue reading What To Do When the Words Don’t Show Up
It’s all Tolkien’s fault, of course. He created races, maps, languages, poems, art… and then decided he better whip up a little story around them.
And everybody’s been trying to do the same since.
It almost seems like new fantasy writers think they have to build a giant background history and world for their characters to walk through like little figurines. How else are you gonna punch your weight in the big leagues of fantasy/sci-fi, right? Gotta outdo the old professor himself.
Continue reading Why World-Building Sucks