I Get January Black and Taylor Swift-y with Author Wendy S. Russo

Okay, this is the thing, Wendy S. Russo is a fellow Crescent Moon Press writer, but she burst onto the scene in a torrent of activity. We’re talking Wizard of Oz tornado. Suddenly I was seeing Wendy Russo’s name everywhere. It’s kind of like what happened with the Richard Dreyfuss character in Close Encounters of the Third Kind. Suddenly, at the kitchen table, I was making mashed potato sculptures of Wendy Russo. Weird.

Wendy_S_RUSSO_300Wendy got her start writing in the sixth grade. That story involved a talisman with crystals that had to be found and assembled before bad things happened, and dialog that read like classroom roll call. Since then, she’s majored in journalism (for one semester), published poetry, taken a course on short novels, and watched most everything ever filmed by Quentin Tarantino. A Wyoming native transplanted in Baton Rouge, Wendy works for Louisiana State University as an IT analyst. She’s a wife, a mom, a Tiger, a Who Dat, and she falls asleep on her couch at 8:30 on weeknights.

So in January, Wendy’s book, January Black, launched and smacked the world with its pages. Smack. I asked if she would do one of my funky fresh interviews and she agreed. But first, a little more about January Black.

JanuaryBlackCoverSixteen-year-old genius Matty Ducayn has never fit in on The Hill, an ordered place seriously lacking a sense of humor. After his school’s headmaster expels him for a small act of mischief, Matty’s future looks grim until King Hadrian comes to his rescue with a challenge: answer a question for a master’s diploma.
More than a second chance, this means freedom. Masters can choose where they work, a rarity among Regents, and the question is simple.
What was January Black?
It’s a ship. Everyone knows that. Hadrian rejects that answer, though, and Matty becomes compelled by curiosity and pride to solve the puzzle. When his search for an answer turns up long-buried state secrets, Matty’s journey becomes a collision course with a deadly royal decree. He’s been set up to fail, which forces him to choose. Run for his life with the challenge lost…or call the king’s bluff.

 

So, without further ado, LET’S DO THIS THING!

AARON: Okay, Wendy, you are ubiquitous. I see you online, on the CMP loop, everywhere. What is your secret? Do you have little gremlin-type creatures handling your social media?

Wendy: I wish. I feel like my life has been shot out of a confetti bomb. But, I have been Apple’d up…iPhone, iPad…. WordPress lets me schedule posts in advance. Apparently being the CMP Triberr chief means I can’t be kicked out of that tribe, so my posts are still being Tweeted by the few people Triberr liked enough to allow to say. To everyone else, I apologize. I promise I’ll sort that out soon. I’m off topic. I hope to be more ubiquitous in 2013. Maybe even obnoxious. Maybe I’ll even open up my calendar app and schedule reminders.

AARON: I was immediately digging on the cover of January Black. Where were you when you first saw your cover and what was your initial reaction?

Wendy: I was on Long Island, at my sister-in-law’s friend’s house. The woman is a hair stylist and she works out of her home. Anyhow, I was waiting for my turn when the email from Steph came in. Coincidentally, the stylist’s name is also Steph. I’ll admit that it took about a few seconds to grow on me. When you wait months and months to see something, you think about what it *might* look like, and the cover is a different direction than I thought the artist might go. Then I started seeing stars and realized I was holding my breath. I fell in love with the color and the little bird on the gate, and…yeah, I’m so glad I left it in Taria’s hands. It’s beautiful.

AARON: Oh, I just thought of a cool question. No, really. It might be the only one, so here goes. Your title is interesting, January Black. How does that support the overall theme of your book? Or if it doesn’t, skip this question. Or just talk about the theme of your book. Or bunnies. We can talk about bunnies. Everyone likes bunnies.

Monty-Python-rabbit_400Wendy: I’m particularly fond of bunnies with large teeth that inspire such fear in English knights that they will lob holy hand grenades in their general direction. Just kidding. January Black is the puzzle that Matty Ducayn must solve. Talking about it inevitably results in spoilers.

AARON: So January Black came out of what you call your own personal junkyard, The Lords of Papiyon. What do you mean by personal junkyard? And how do you come up with such cool titles? I have title envy.

Wendy: Thank you. I love titles. Okay…[cracks knuckles]…First of all, yes. Papiyon is spelled wrong. That’s intentional. I wrote a two-volume epic fantasy in 1999 called Circle of the Butterfly. Afterward, I decided that there were huge theme and structural issues with it, so I started writing a new story for the characters of that book built around a more deliberate skeleton, with more purpose. At the same time, I watched the movie “Papillon” with a roommate. Papillon is French for butterfly. I liked the sound of the word and named my epic rewrite “The Lords of Papiyon,” because it featured four characters with claim to the title. As for how it came to be my personal junk yard, ask me about egg whites.

AARON: You described how working on one of your projects was like whipping egg whites. What did you mean by that?

Wendy: When you whip egg whites for meringue, there is a point where you get just what you want. A fluffy cloud with stiff peaks. And if you don’t stop, the proteins in that beautiful substance seizes up and you get a mass of yuck floating in water. When you are a plotter, you can do the same thing with your writing. You can work it until, as a whole, you’ve just got a mess. And that’s what happened with Papiyon.

I’ve got 60-plus-thousand words of beautiful scenes, characters, and world-building, and it became apparent that it’s all groundwork for something massive. Like Neal Stephenson’s System of the World massive. It would require years of research in politics, physics, history, organized crime families, waste management systems…all things that interest me but that I am not committed to studying just to untangle the mess I’ve created.

So, back to the junk yard…I walk through it every once in a while. I pick out details…bits of dialog, a tradition I was laying in. January Black actually came out of one of Papiyon’s scenes…a boy standing in an overgrown garden.

AARON: So you’re living in the south, but you grew up in small town Wyoming. As a writer, what are the benefits of growing up in such a place? And what are the benefits of now living in Louisiana?

Wendy: Wide open spaces provide an unstructured opportunity for creativity. Worland, like many towns across the US, doesn’t have a lot of things for kids to do.

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We had to make our own fun. Some of that fun was trouble, but most was constructive. I spent a lot of time in libraries and public parks. You don’t notice at the time, but when you’re older and living somewhere else, you remember the way the air smelled back home. You remember the way the clouds appeared on the horizon, and the feeling of the breeze on that first warm day in spring. In the north, you know snow is coming by the smell in the air. These are world-building things.

Living in the south, I have warmer weather year around, which is a huge plus for me. I have the Atchafalaya basin nearby, and New Orleans, and awesome food. I’m exposed to a much more diverse population of people, different accents and different backgrounds. The skies are different day and night from home and the weather patterns are different. My family also takes roadtrips. There’s a wealth of details for fiction world-building all around us if you can take it all in and remember.

AARON: So when we talked, I asked if you were a morning writer or evening writer. You said you write when you find the time. So how do you get into the mood? Any writer rituals?  Candles?  Incense? Chocolate busts that look like Dean Winchester from Supernatural?

Don’t talk about my chocolate Dean! If Rebecca Hamilton hears about it, she’ll come and fight me for it. Seriously though, I don’t have any writing rituals—or a chocolate Dean—which strikes me as odd. The rituals, I mean. Not Dean. I may have to create a few. Again, I mean rituals.

AARON: You said when you were working on January Black, you were listening to a lot of Dream Theater and Taylor Swift. I love Taylor Swift! Which characters are Dream Theater-y, and which characters are more Taylor Swift-y?

Wendy: The plot was inspired by Dream Theater’s “Rite of Passage.” It’s a song about Freemasonry on their Black Clouds and Silver Linings album. So, I guess that’s Matty’s song. His girlfriend, Iris, is Taylor Swifty…all the way down to the curly blond hair and awkward cuteness.

AARON: If you could bring one of your characters to life, which character would it be and why? And would he/she enjoy reality?

Wendy: King Hadrian. He’s so much fun. And he would enjoy reality immensely.

AARON: Thanks so much for agreeing to chat!

Wendy: Thank you for having me on your blog. This was fun.

AARON: Here is where you scatter your links like breadcrumbs…

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We Write Alone but We Are Not Alone: Fifth Step, Part 2

Step 5 – Admitted to the world, to another person, and to ourselves the exact nature of our disease.

I grew up Roman Catholic and I love being Catholic. My brother Scott calls Mass the longest dinner party in history. Yes, the Church has issues, lots of issues, and the Church has slaughtered people all in the name of a homeless pacifist who was probably a little crazy and definitely a lot poor. But I love the Catholic Church even though it is so, so flawed.

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In Catholicism, there are the seven sacraments. I’ll try and name them all, though I can never get it right. Here goes: Baptism, Dopey, the Eucharist, Dancer, Sleepy, Confession, Holy Orders, and Vixen. Oops, that’s eight.

Anyway, Confession, or Reconciliation, is the sacrament where you go and tell the priest your sins. But notice, it’s really not called Confession any more. It’s called Reconciliation. By talking about your sins, the priest represents the entire church, Jesus, God, and you are forgiven. You are reconciled with the community and everyone feels better.

speakIn 12-Step programs, we call that healing through our mouths.

Some kind of magic happens when you admit where you are wrong, where you tell someone about your troubles, where you air out your dirty laundry. Let me give you an example.

My book had just come out. I was working on marketing. I was terrified. I was dying. Now, them crazy Catholics would say that I lacked faith. And I did. I truly believed that I was alone in the world and DESTINED to fail. That is one of my character defects. I think that of all the people in the world, I have been chosen to fail. Forever. A failure.

I’ve been working the steps long enough to know that when I’m in that space, I need to reach out, and so I called two writer friends, Chris Devlin and Angie Hodapp. They met me at a Village Inn and I think I even blogged about it at the time.

So we all got into a booth, flirted with the waiter, well, I didn’t, but the girls did, and then I spilled my guts. I admitted my fear. I talked about my character defects. I let them in on the freak show that is my head.

And Angie said, “Yeah, I understand. But everyone is afraid.”

Suddenly, I didn’t feel alone any more. Suddenly, I found courage where none had been before. I was shrived. I was reconciled back into this family or writers and artists who create and sell and fear.

That is the power of the 5th step. When another person witnesses our struggles, our dark places, our foibles, our sins.

I’ve heard a lot of 5th steps, and people thank me for listening. I then thank them. Because it’s a sacred thing to bear witness to another person’s life. Everyone is helped.

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So them crazy Catholics were smart to include Reconciliation in their list of sacraments. There is power in talking. Suddenly, our thoughts become real in our words, and so, we can see how silly they are, or how real, or how unnecessary. And all the power is removed.

We heal through our mouths.

Not sure how much more I have to say about the fifth step, but next week I’ll add more. Like most things, it’s simple but oh so powerful.

Thanks, everyone reading along!

I Get Speculative and Rejecty With Ross Willard

bloody rossRoss Willard, a Colorado resident, has been writing speculative fiction in one form or another for as long as he can remember. A longtime member of the Penpointers critique group, Ross can often be found reading or writing at his local independent coffee shop, or working on his website, www.rosswriter.com.

 

Ross Willard. I met Ross way back in 2009 at the Pikes Peak Writers Conference along with a ton of super cool people like Aaron Spriggs. Ross had just come out of a pitch session and he looked devastated. What happened? I’ll get there, I’ll get there.

I then saw Ross at the 2009 RMFW Gold Conference where he was a finalist for his novel, Sparrow and the Toad. It was a super hero novel like no other.

And I didn’t see Ross for a long time. I suffered for it because Ross is an amazing bloke. So when it came around that he was getting his first book published, I jumped at the chance to interview him. And so, here is the interview.

But first, a little about his debut novel, System Purge:

SYSTEM Purge - 1400A 14-year-old prodigy with a mysterious past. A genetically-engineered soldier with a deadly present. A sentient machine fighting for his future. They come from different worlds, but they’ll have to trust each other if they want to survive.

Aaron: Okay, Ross, I tried to throw out a hook in the first paragraph about your first pitch session, and here is where we fulfill the promise. Or should we wait? Let’s wait. I can feel the tension building. Okay, when was the first time you ever dreamed up a story? Give us a little pitchy poo.

Ross: Ah, my very first story! I remember it well. Okay, that’s a lie, I remember it vaguely, partly because it was a very, very long time ago, and partly because I try to block my memory of stories that bad. The first story I ever remember writing was about one of the characters from He-Man. I don’t remember what his name was, but he was the guy with wings. Anyway, long story short, it was a very short story, and while it had no character development, or arc, and was, I think, one paragraph long, it did one very important thing, it made me realize that the stories I loved so much on Saturday morning did not drift down from on high—they were created. And that people created them. That I could create them. I know that if I ever found that story that I scrawled in a notebook way back when I was . . . I don’t know, five? Four? Six? Whenever I would blush at just how horrible it is, but I’m glad I wrote it. It was the first step on the journey to becoming a writer.

Aaron: What was the first thing you ever queried to an agent or publisher? How was the experience?

Ross: Oh no! Dredging up that? It was terrible! Basically, it went like this: after years (and years) of wanting to be a writer, and scrawling down anything that popped into my head, I finally finished my first ‘novel.’ In retrospect, it was awful. I mean, really bad. But it was done, and I, after years and years of trying and trying to actually FINISH a story, was finally ‘ready’ to publish it. But how? I’d never finished anything before, so I hadn’t needed to figure out what to do. Not an insurmountable obstacle, after all, my parents had the internet, and everything is on the internet. So I got online and started plugging in various combinations of ‘book’ ‘finished’ and ‘published.’ It didn’t take long to strike gold! A publishing company! It took a bit of scrolling around and digging, but eventually I found their submission guidelines. Uh oh. They wanted stories that were at least seventy-thousand words long? Let’s check that . . . I’m only at forty-seven? Uh oh. I can’t possibly add thirteen thousand words to this story. Oh! I know! I’ll add a subplot that barely relates to the main storyline, that’ll work. (time passes) Okay, that’s done, now where do I send my manuscript . . . But wait! A query letter? What the hell is a query letter? I mean, I know what a query is, it’s a question. A question letter? I’d better look that up! Another internet search in another window brought me information about these mysterious beasts. Apparently, I was supposed to write them a letter asking if they wanted to read my book. But that didn’t make ANY sense. How would they know that they wanted to read my book from what I wrote in a letter? I’d spent so much time and energy on the book, how was I going to express all of that in a single page? Still, it was what they wanted. I did more research into these ‘query letter’ thingies, and realized I needed some kind of hook. Oh, but I knew that! They wanted to know why they should read my book, I should tell them what was wrong with other, really popular books, that way they’d know how good I was!

Allow me to sum up: it went poorly!

Aaron: You said you submitted something to a publisher and their turnaround was a year. Tell us that story.

Ross: No-no. I submitted to a publisher who CLAIMED their turnaround time was a year. The upside was that they just want you to send them your entire book, which is already done. No query letters, no synopses (yes, that is the proper plural for synopsis), just the book itself! If you’ve ever had to wait four months for an answer to a query letter, then four more months for the reply to the partial and synopsis, only to get rejected anyway, then you know that waiting a year for a simple ‘no’ isn’t a terrible thing. The problem was, it didn’t take a year. I sent in a full manuscript and, after about thirteen months received a rejection from them . . . but not for the book I’d sent in a year before. I received a rejection for a manuscript I’d sent in so long before that, that I’d forgotten I sent it in at all! The manuscript I was waiting for took a full TWO years to get rejected.

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Aaron: Okay, I think we’ve left everyone in suspense long enough. What happened at your first pitch session?

Ross: Exactly what I expected. It was a disaster. First, you have to realize that I have an anxiety disorder, social anxiety. Second, I was unmedicated at the time. I talked to people about what to expect, practiced my pitch, and proceeded upstairs where a very nice, very pleasant woman listened to my mumbly, awkward elevator pitch, asked a few questions, and basically told me that it didn’t sound like something she’d be interested in. I think she phrased it in a way that included letting me send her a partial if I wanted, but basically it was a ‘no thank you.’ But that wasn’t why I was so upset. I was upset because all of the planning and practice meant absolutely nothing. I’d gone in, started talking and suddenly all of my ideas sounded stupid. Everything I said was more idiotic than what I’d said before, and I felt like a fool. I knew that becoming an author was what I wanted to do with my life, it was more than a career for me, it was a calling, but I couldn’t talk about what I’d written without feeling like a fool. And when I feel foolish, I get upset. Okay, fine, I cried, I can admit it!

Aaron: So after all the trauma, where do you think you’ve grown the most in your writing life over the years?

Ross: Well, having joined a writers’ group when I moved to Colorado, my writing has grown a great deal over the past few years, but if I had to pick one area . . . I’d have to say focus. Early on in my writing I had a tendency to meander in the storytelling. I was a fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants writer, to such a degree that I often didn’t know where my story would be ending. I had sub-plots that didn’t go anywhere, backstories that didn’t matter, but that I had to share . . . these days I’ve cut that to a minimum, and, while not every single word on the page is absolutely crucial to the plot, the story continues forward, instead of taking a brief tangent to Australia, every couple of pages.

Aaron: When we talked, you said self-publishing was the next logical step. What did you mean by that?

Ross: For most of my life, I held self-publishing in low regard. After all, anyone can self-publish, there are no gatekeepers, so there’s no guarantee of quality when it comes to the writing. But over the years I’ve become bewildered at the state of the publishing industry as well. I’ve read amazing books that suffered rejection after rejection, and I’ve picked up books in bookstores, published by major publishers, that were, in my opinion, a waste of paper. Publishers seem to be more interested in picking up books that fit a certain type, than books that measure up to a certain quality. The problems with traditional publishers combined with advances in technology (thus lowering of prices and raising of quality in self-published books) have started a shift in the paradigm of publishing. I don’t know where that shift is going, but I do know this: in the end, books are judged by the readers. But to be judged, they have to be available. In order to find out where my writing stands, I need it to be judged by readers, and instead of submitting the same manuscript time after time after time to publisher after publisher after publisher, I’ve decided to present my work directly to the people whose opinions actually matter. Maybe nobody will like it. Maybe everyone will love it. I can wish and hope and dream all day, or I can take a step forward, and find out.

Aaron: So the book you just published, System Purge, what drew you to write it?

Ross: I wrote System Purge several years ago (the first couple of drafts). Specifically, I wrote it around the time that I moved, for the first time, out of the town, and the state, where my parents lived. I’d lived away from home before, of course, but never farther than a quick drive away. I was in my late twenties, but it was still a sort of coming of age experience for me. A second coming of age. The themes in the book revolve largely around self-reliance, figuring out who you are apart from your parents, and connecting with people who seem, in many ways, to be quite different from you.

Aaron: I was reading back through some old interviews, and I asked Kate Evangelista this question. It’s the best question ever! If your novel System Purge was turned into a religion, what would be the tenets of the religion? And could I join?

Ross: That is a good question, and a tricky one. I’d say:

  1. There’s more to everyone than what you see on the surface.
  2. The choices we make are what define us, not where we come from.
  3. It doesn’t matter how much technology advances, it is human nature that prevents us from advancing as a species.

Aaron: As the captain of your writing career, what is on the horizon? Where are you going to steer your ship?

Ross: As the captain of my writing career, it’s hard to know exactly what the future will bring, but as I am enjoying some of the benefits of self-publishing, specifically the control I retain, I would kind of like to set up my own small press someday.

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More on System Purge:

compass ross willardFourteen-year-old Tommy Philips doesn’t know where he comes from.  He has questions that his foster parents can’t answer, questions about who he is and what makes him so different from everyone around him.  When he stumbles across evidence that one of his teachers has been guarding him for years, Tommy begins an investigation that will uncover a history he never could have guessed.

Rowan Darren wasn’t just born to be a soldier, he was made to be one.  The Nospious, a collection of twelve Houses of genetically-engineered humans, live in silent conflict, fighting quiet political wars against each other and the outside world, constantly trying to advance their interests to the detriment of anyone who gets in their way, while concealing their existence.  Rowan, of the House of Aries, is no exception.  After years overseas, expanding his House’s influence, Rowan is coming home, but the home waiting for him is anything but simple, and survival will require more than a few modified genomes.

Though he goes by Samuel, his name is ‘Three,’ and ever since The War claimed the lives of his siblings, he has been the oldest living synthetic lifeform on Earth.  Maintaining control over the increasingly restless Society of Machines has always been difficult, but a second war has been brewing for years, and if Samuel doesn’t get in front of it in time, it will cost the Society both lives and the secrecy that they’ve cultivated for years.

Three lives moving in very different directions will all meet at a crossroads, and all three will be forever changed.