I Get Gritty Vigilante with Teen Author Cody May – If Crime is Merciless…Justice Must Be Too

I warn you. This is not my typical interview because Cody May is not your typical writer. I was at the Colorado Teen Lit Fest and I met Cody, hawking his book, and we chatted. He was a senior in high school. Yes, still in high school with a book out there. Dang.

"If crime is merciless, justice must be too."

This is me. Impressed. Pinch me.

But wait. Cody May ain’t writing about pining werewolves or sparkly vampires. He’s writing about reality, crime, violence, pushing to make the world a better place. Hey, sounds like my book! (Must. Not. Self-Promote. During. Interview.) Yes, similar to my book, but Cody has a gritty vigilante in Pentalogy of the Becoming: Book One: Hale. Hard to the core, bro. Cody May is a warrior. As you will see.

So he agreed to an interview and we talked and this is a little of what we talked about.

 

 

Aaron: When I was a teen, I hated calling myself a teen. Even now, I don’t like the word. It’s so dismissive. Young Adult is better. But we need a better word. I know, I’ll make up my own word. Titeens. Like Titans, only, teens. Do you call yourself a teen?

Cody: I hold no shame in being identified as a teen. At least not by the word’s traditional definition. Most modernly, teenagers have become more identified by their reputation, rather than their literal age. Although I have tried hard to transcend the teenager’s common reputation, I am still, by age, a teen. Excuse me, a titeen.

Aaron: I’m a fragile sort, Cody. You did something it took me 20 years of angst to do, namely, get a book out into the world. Were you nervous or afraid when you were writing and trying to get published? If so, how did you overcome the fear?

Cody: The only thing that struck fear into the idea of publishing my work to a mere limitless audience was the worry of judgment. But, to overcome that worry, I had my publisher print the first copies of HALE unedited, so my first buyers from websites will possess the unedited manuscript. Doing so allowed me to understand that readers must look beyond the specs of flaw and appreciate the whole of merit.

Aaron: The life of the modern day titeen is busy, busy, busy. When did you find the time to write the book?

Cody: I didn’t find the time, but if you must ask, I wrote whenever I could. At first I wrote in the gaps of my free-time, but soon I realized I had to want success more than I wanted an A+ in school or a surplus of time to spare.

Aaron: Um, not to bust you, but did you write any of it during school, when you were supposed to be sponging up the wisdom of the ancients?

Cody: Of course!—I write huge chunks of my manuscripts in school every day! Although, I have never been punished for doing so—my teachers have learned to appreciate it.

Aaron: When we talked, you said you were focused on getting published before graduating? Why was that a motivator?

Cody: Two reasons. I knew that if I could write and publish a book as a student in high school, I could do it effortlessly as a paying job. And second, high school is a very contained community, allowing me to draw attention and to network, utilizing all the sources available.

Aaron: It seems like all books these days have a little of the paranormal in them, and I figured you’d have a vampire, fallen angel, telepath, telekinetic, or clairvoyant, but nope, no real paranormal aspects other than a “re-birth.” Did you consciously decide to avoid the paranormal?

Cody: Although fictitious superheroes and vigilantes equipped with paranormal or occult powers can be entertaining, it is hard for viewers and audiences to relate or bond with the characters on a human level. In Pentalogy of the Becoming, I wanted to express the reality of the unreal—what one would actually become if they were to dedicate their lives to fighting crime so radically. Practically any reader of any book in Pentalogy of the Becoming can deeply relate and bond with the characters, replacing the face I describe with their own face.

Aaron: I think your cover art is wicked cool, tell us about the cover art!

Cody: The process of publishing (not to mention the eight months of writing) HALE was a two-year-long strife. And when the time came to finally release it, I wanted its face to be more than a cover. With that in mind, I turned to my girlfriend (Kimberly Waters) and offered the proposition of her creating the cover. With much enthusiasm, she accepted the offer!—and thus, the cover for HALE.

And although it appears to be a simple cover, it holds several meanings, motifs and symbols from within the book itself. Kim applied an outlandish amount of detail in the cover, but as it printed, much of those details were lost. Still, though, the cover is a beautiful and precise expression of the book’s theme, premise and feel.

Aaron: Okay, Hale is book one in a pentalogy – what is your vision for the five books?

Cody: The name says it all: Pentalogy of the Becoming. This five-book, two million-word series is the becoming of an entire world, an entire society I will create throughout the rest of my writing career. The pentalogy is a slope leading to the formation of Everhood—a union of vigilantes fighting against their society’s most infamous criminals and crimes. In the four books leading to the massive conclusion, four major vigilantes are introduced, and together they form the union of Everhood, which will forever be the driving force for my future works.

My hope for this pentalogy is to make way for an entire world that will revolutionize the shape of the ‘superhero.’ People need inspiration, and I firmly believe that inspiration will not come from flying men in spandex. People must be exposed to raw plots and characters no different than themselves, whether they know it or not.

Aaron: If our job as writers is to share our sacred stories with the world, why choose this story to spend your minutes on? It’s a gritty crime thriller with comic book vigilantes without the superpowered ink or the comic. It’s hardcore. What led you to write such a book?

Cody: My job as a writer is to immortalize the thoughts and emotions every human upon this earth faces. Sadly, I am not alone when I say that I have been exposed to the brutality of crime from a young age. And for the first, comprehendible years of my life, I have not been part of a world that values morals more than it does cocaine, murder, greed and thievery. Writing such a reflective, gritty, dark and raw book exposes readers to the truth of our society while simultaneously offering a role to them—a role aside the common people who have allowed our society to fail.

The characters in every book are as human as any other. None have been given God-like powers, and none are equipped with omniscient abilities. They have been scarred, but refuse to be passive in the fight between good and evil—a fight that morality is so helplessly losing.

The four vigilantes I primarily introduce encapsulate all traits of all people: Hale is a merciless being of anger (an emotion we all experience), Dalion is a man of sadness and pain (a sensation we all dread), Muse is a common man of many (we are all the same—flesh and blood), and Red is an idea of objectivity—the knowing that morality can return to its feet. Thus, Everhood is not one, but all.

Pentalogy of the Becoming leaves space for readers to agree or disagree with a hero, to clinch their teeth at the scenes portrayed, and to develop their own perception of morality and how to fight the crime that will continue spreading like a mold if we refuse to stand against.

Cody’s publisher.
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Thank you, Cody! For all you angels and vigilantes out there, let’s make the world a better place today.

My List of Writing Wounds – Powerlessness and Unmanageability Continued – Almost Done with Step Number One

Before we hit it with the step one madness, just a shout out to everyone who was listening to me yesterday on Bookmark Radio.  I’ll post the link once those cool cats at Bookmark Radio post it.  Had a blast though it was harder than I would have thought.

Step 1 – Admitted we were powerless over our art and our creative lives had become unmanageable.

Our main job in the first step is to truly understand how broken we are as people and as writers. Now, some writers aren’t broken. Some writers do all of this naturally and easily and they don’t have the angst I have. I wish I were one of those people but I am SOOOO not. I am damaged goods, people.  Run far away.

Here are some of my wounds:

My Revision Wounds
I was a writer who couldn’t revise. For a writer, not being able to revise is death. But I was always being seduced by the next project. I’m a fickle, slutty writer. A book whore. What I’m working on sucks, but this next book, oh, she’s so pretty, and she’s so exciting and new, that I know she’s going to be THE ONE! The book I’m working on now, that I’ve been working on for three years? Been there, done that. Snoozeville, with no snooze button, just the same old, same old drone.

My Superman Wound
I can do it all! I can do anything! Time, energy, sleep mean nothing to me! I can write three books, attend two critique groups, and speak at that writers conference. No problem. I can sleep when I’m dead. Let me give you a hint. I said in my last blog you might lose some sleep, but losing sleep and not sleeping are very different, the difference between a little crazy and being locked up and getting electro-shock therapy.

I lacked focus, and yes, in art, focus is a critical thing. Sometimes when I’m stuck, I think, if I were to die in three months, which book would I want to have written? And that helps.

My Envy Wound
Oh, how I hated Christopher Paolini, author of the Eragon books. I loathed him. I made fun of him. I burned his image in effigy. That little bastard. I had written fantasy stories when I was seventeen and no one was making my books into movies. I thought he had just gotten lucky, but no, Mr. Paolini worked it. When I let go of my resentment, and finally read Eragon (oh, that was rough, my heart would pound, I wouldn’t sleep, I’d sweat tears), and I read about his story, I learned that Paolini self-published his book, went to bookstores on his own, and pushed his own work. I had to give him all the credit. He got published because he put himself out there. Yes, he got lucky, but in a huge way, he made his own luck. Bottom line, if I wanted what he had, I had to do the things he had done.

My envy even reached to Stephen King. I thought he came out of the womb writing prose that hooked you like a catfish hungry for metal, but then I read his story. He got hundreds of rejections while he learned how to write. Yeah, he started early, and he had a nail on the wall in his room. Every time he got a rejection letter, he put it on the nail. Eventually, he had to replace the nail with a spike. I had a ton of stuff to learn from other writers, but because I was resentful, I didn’t even start to look.

My Natural Genius Wound
Over the years, I had collected books on writing, including The Artist’s Way, but my pride kept me from reading anything, or attending classes, or going to writer’s conferences. I had the idea that if I wasn’t a natural genius, I shouldn’t write. If I can’t be the best of the best right away, I don’t want to play. This is insane. And yet, I spent years here, writing in furtive spurts, but never consistently, and never very well. Which is why very few people could read the first novels I wrote. I loved them, and they were wonderful for me, but when I gave them to other people, well, they never quite found the time to read them. But they were reading other things. Why not mine? Because I had a lot to learn.

My Clint Eastwood Wound
But the biggest way my writing life was unmanageable was that I was determined to do it alone. I’d met writers before, and I didn’t like ‘em. Weird bunch. Smelled like ink and they had dreamy, goofy looks about ‘em.

Here is where I was completely deluded. I could not have gotten published without the community of artists that I’m lucky enough to have in my life. And yes, writers are an odd bunch, but they are also one of the most interesting, driven, baffling groups of people you’d be lucky enough to run into. Because generally, artists have a vision of how life should be, and they follow that vision, and it leads them to a variety of odd places rarely visited. And I get to be lucky enough to talk with them.

So yes, I am damaged goods, but the genius of the 12 steps is that from our wounds and from our foibles come new life and new hope.  We build the foundation for our future lives not on our perfections, but on our imperfections, but heaven knows, I can count on myself to screw things up, not to do things perfectly.

Okay, next week, we wrap up Step One.  I promise.

 

 

Mondays Are Hell: My Critique Group Ate My Homework

Firstly!  Big news!  I’ll be on the radio today at 4 p.m mountain time.  Yes, bookmark radio.  Click here and click some more to listen.  My voice is like fine wine.  It has been known to heal leppers.

Now, on to today’s blog post about demons.

Last Tuesday, demons ate my homework. I gave a submission to my critique group and my critique group handed me back bloodstained, tortured sentences and weary, shell-shocked words. It was tragic.

And what I had submitted was the dark moment, one of the best, dramatic parts of the book, but what I brought didn’t work. Insert sadface emoticon here.

There would have been a time when I would have let that crush me for days. What I had polished and brought wasn’t good enough! The horror, the horror. (This is where I pour water over my bald pate like Kurtz in Apocalypse Now.)

But wait. That didn’t happen. I mean, it did. I did travel to Laos and made myself a god there, but at the same time, I continued writing.

In fact, Wednesday morning I woke up, with ideas brimming, with enthusiasm, because my critique group tore the work down, but they also offered encouragement, hope, and ideas to make it better. Which is why my critique group is the best in the world. I feel so lucky to be in their ranks.

And I don’t think they are going to kick me out, which is also nice. How I swung a critique group with such talented, published writers, I will never, ever know.

The happy, the happy.