I’m guest blogging today over at Steena Holmes’ web site. Never met Steena, just one of those twitter conjunctions. One of us followed the other, the other followed back, we’d swap bon mots now and then. She’s another writer, but in the romance genre – well, romance with an, eh, erotic bent to it, and often there’s chocolate – so it’s not like we’re scribbling in the same patch or anything. Yet, when Old School was getting ready to launch and I sent out a tweet asking if anyone would like to help me pimp it, Steena was the first to put up her hand.
It seems writers are like that. Almost every unexpected kindness I can think of in the last few years has come at the hands of this new tribe of writer friends I’ve met online.
Chuck Wendig, king of his swelling tribe of virtual penmonkeys, was kind enough to write a forward for Old School even though he’s currently up to his eyeballs, what with Double Dead just out, Blackbirds coming out soon, its sequel Mockingbirds in the pipeline, his Atlanta Burns series sucking up all the money in Kickstarter, his library of writing advice books swelling like a syphilitic cockstaff, the not-quite-so-new but still damn cute B-Dub running around Chez Wendig – the boy’s busy. I repaid him by cluttering up his blog with the world’s most verbose interview.
John Hornor Jacobs, who had retired from the book cover design business on account of being pretty swamped just reading all the rave reviews that his debut novel Southern Gods is garnering, that and the labor pains for his forthcoming zombie opus This Dark Earth, and then his upcoming YA trilogy, he volunteered to make the kick-ass cover that graces my humble little e-book.
I think back to last summer. We were taking a little vacation out to Maine, so I dropped Chris F. Holm a tweet, just letting him know we’d be passing through. Never met the guy, but the next thing you know, he and his lovely and gracious wife, Katrina, they’re buying us lunch and dumping a cooler full of local beers in my trunk. Chris’s debut novel, Dead Harvest, launches today.
I asked a mess of writers for blurbs, and all of them – Steve Weddle, Joelle Charbonneau, Scott Phillips, Matt McBride, Hilary Davidson, Stephen Blackmoore, Jay Stringer – were generous enough to read my book and offer their thoughts.
My cup overflows with the kindness of strangers. My thanks to you all. And to anyone I’ve overlooked, please know the oversight was unintentional.
Now I have to go watch the news, maybe some re-runs of the GOP candidate debates. Gotta do something to start channeling the hateful, hopeless and violent vibe that informs my fiction. Either that or start writing children’s stories about Sparkle the Magic Pony.