Unfortunately, all of the posts made prior to the board crash are still dead and have no chance at a second life through zombie-fication (trust me, I tried). The new board is powered by Simple Machines Forum software that is part of the hosting package I have with GoDaddy (yes, that GoDaddy), well-known for having big-boobed chicks flaunt their assets in Super Bowl ads.
This board should be a bit more stable than my previous php board. You can check it out here.
Saturday, August 04, 2007
Friday, July 27, 2007
THE WORDS OF MAKING cover art!
No. I'm not dead! I know I haven't been here is forever, but as I said when I started this thing, I'm not much of a diarist. I'm in the middle of switching PCs, which is a huge pain in the butt, so I'm going to make this brief.
The cover art for book two is out and it looks really good. Even better than the first book, which I liked a lot. Here's a thumbnail. Click on it for a larger version.
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
THE WORDS OF MAKING Chapter One now online
Chapter One has been posted online. You can find it here.
Friday, February 02, 2007
THE WORDS OF MAKING prologue now available online
My editor accepted the second draft as "final" and has moved the book into the copyedit phase. I still do not have a firm publication date but it will be late in the year, and possibly early 2008.
Go here to read the prologue! Chapter one is coming soon!
Dave
Go here to read the prologue! Chapter one is coming soon!
Dave
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
WORDS OF MAKING second draft turned in
I really do apologize for the lack of updates this year. 2006 was definitely one of those best of times/worst of times for dear old me. I'll try to be better about updates in 2007 but it's a time thing and blogging just really isn't much of a priority for me at the moment.
I keep most of my personal life offline, but for those who are curious, I got divorced at the beginning of the year after twelve years of marriage. This necessitated me moving out of the house that my ex-wife and I had built and also finding a full-time job again, since writing was not and is not yet earning enough to pay the bills (though I hope to get to that point within five years). I moved into temporary housing (thanks, Mom!), where I stayed for five months before buying and moving into a new house. And those of you who are homeowners know that houses are never-ending black holes of projects. Oh, and I was trying to revise THE WORDS OF MAKING at the same time, after receiving my edit letter in early August.
On to book-related news...the leaner, meaner second draft of THE WORDS OF MAKING is now back in New York. Much of the revision was simply cutting out lots of overwriting, but I also changed a few of the characters around a bit, decided to kill off a fairly major player, and added a cool demon-like entity who makes a pretty kick-ass cameo.
I'm taking a break and doing some painting around the house (I finished my son's room last weekend, with two walls blue, two walls green -- very much a little boy's room!), and am going to do the foyer next. Woo hoo!
I hope everyone has a great New Year.
I keep most of my personal life offline, but for those who are curious, I got divorced at the beginning of the year after twelve years of marriage. This necessitated me moving out of the house that my ex-wife and I had built and also finding a full-time job again, since writing was not and is not yet earning enough to pay the bills (though I hope to get to that point within five years). I moved into temporary housing (thanks, Mom!), where I stayed for five months before buying and moving into a new house. And those of you who are homeowners know that houses are never-ending black holes of projects. Oh, and I was trying to revise THE WORDS OF MAKING at the same time, after receiving my edit letter in early August.
On to book-related news...the leaner, meaner second draft of THE WORDS OF MAKING is now back in New York. Much of the revision was simply cutting out lots of overwriting, but I also changed a few of the characters around a bit, decided to kill off a fairly major player, and added a cool demon-like entity who makes a pretty kick-ass cameo.
I'm taking a break and doing some painting around the house (I finished my son's room last weekend, with two walls blue, two walls green -- very much a little boy's room!), and am going to do the foyer next. Woo hoo!
I hope everyone has a great New Year.
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Can you believe it? A new update from Dave!
Yes, yes, I know, it's been more than forever since I last updated this thing. Life and work have gotten the better of me, and as I said when I first started this thing I'm not a diarist, so I have no compulsion or need to write down my every move. This is to be a chronicle of the writing process, and there are long periods of time where I'm either just writing a first draft or revising and there's just not much to say.
So here's the latest and greatest. I'm about twenty pages from finishing the second draft of THE WORDS OF MAKING. I received my edit letter from my editor at HarperCollins back in early August -- far later than I had expected it. I turned in my draft in January, and I expected to hear from her in four months or so, not eight. But she had an editorial assistant move elsewhere and editors are chronically overworked and understaffed, so things slipped. She told me, quite apologetically, that to keep the publication schedule I needed to get my revisions back to her my September 8, which was a little less than a month away.
Which was utterly impossible, even if I'd been writing full time. Some of her changes were easy to make -- a general tightening of my prose, etc. But some other character-related issues were going to take some thought, and there was no way I was going to figure it all out in a month.
She gave me until November 1 (my 41st birthday). I have missed that deadline, but not by too much I hope. I hope to finish the revisions tonight or tomorrow, then take a week to go over the most heavily revised parts before shipping the manuscript off.
I do not know when this will be published, but I would not expect it until late summer or early fall at this point. Sorry! I will let everyone know the date as soon as I have it.
So that's what I've been up to! I'll try to be a little better at posting going forward.
So here's the latest and greatest. I'm about twenty pages from finishing the second draft of THE WORDS OF MAKING. I received my edit letter from my editor at HarperCollins back in early August -- far later than I had expected it. I turned in my draft in January, and I expected to hear from her in four months or so, not eight. But she had an editorial assistant move elsewhere and editors are chronically overworked and understaffed, so things slipped. She told me, quite apologetically, that to keep the publication schedule I needed to get my revisions back to her my September 8, which was a little less than a month away.
Which was utterly impossible, even if I'd been writing full time. Some of her changes were easy to make -- a general tightening of my prose, etc. But some other character-related issues were going to take some thought, and there was no way I was going to figure it all out in a month.
She gave me until November 1 (my 41st birthday). I have missed that deadline, but not by too much I hope. I hope to finish the revisions tonight or tomorrow, then take a week to go over the most heavily revised parts before shipping the manuscript off.
I do not know when this will be published, but I would not expect it until late summer or early fall at this point. Sorry! I will let everyone know the date as soon as I have it.
So that's what I've been up to! I'll try to be a little better at posting going forward.
Saturday, July 22, 2006
New HarperCollins/Eos blog site
My publisher has put out their own blog, with information about who they are and links to their various writers. It looks like it will become a good place to get "insider" information about the publishing biz from the publisher's POV.
You can check it out here.
You can check it out here.
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Our cat died the other day....
One of our cats, Odie (yes, a cat, and yes, a female, but that's what my ex-wife named them a year or so before we met), died last week. She was fifteen years old, and had been in good health until a month or so ago. She began to lose weight and was having breathing problems, and a visit to the vet confirmed the worst: her kidneys and liver were failing, and her lungs were beginning to fill with fluid. My ex decided to have her put to sleep, which was the vet's recommendation, and I agreed with it. She was ready to let go.
I took my son Alex to see her the night before she died. She was happy to see us but couldn't move around very well. After we left, my ex came over and took her home so she could spend her last night at her house instead of in a cage at the vet.
I was a complete wreck at work all morning. I drove to the vet over my lunch hour and cried and cried while I petted Odie and scratched under her chin. When my ex-wife Connie and I were still married Odie would lie on my right side in bed, stretched out against my hip and leg. It was a very comforting way to fall asleep for me, and it's something I miss.
The vet came in and told us how the procedure would work, then gave us some more time with her after administering a sedative. My ex held Odie's chin in her hand while I softly scratched her back and behind her ears. After ten minutes or so the vet came in and got us prepared, then found a vein in Odie's leg. I cried even harder as I kissed her head and told her what a good cat she had been and how much we had loved her, and how much we were going to miss her.
A minute later, Odie died.
We stayed with her a while, drained emotionally, and then I had to go back to work. We planned to bury her but couldn't that night because of heavy rains, so we decided to bury her the next night.
But that night we still had to tell Alex.
My ex came over and we told him together. She read him a poem about pets who had left us called "The Rainbow Bridge," which you can read here if you're so inclined. Alex was upset but didn't cry.
Later, though, when I was giving him his bath, her started to cry uncontrollably. He wept all night, and couldn't fall asleep because he was so sad. He finally passed out, more or less, about two hours after he'd gone to bed.
He helped me bury Odie beneath three pear trees at my ex-wife's house the next night. I was better until we had to leave, and then it hit me again that she was gone and would never be back, would never come out of that cold and dark hole in the ground.
You were a good cat, Odie. I love you and I miss you, and hope you are waiting for us on the Rainbow Bridge.
I took my son Alex to see her the night before she died. She was happy to see us but couldn't move around very well. After we left, my ex came over and took her home so she could spend her last night at her house instead of in a cage at the vet.
I was a complete wreck at work all morning. I drove to the vet over my lunch hour and cried and cried while I petted Odie and scratched under her chin. When my ex-wife Connie and I were still married Odie would lie on my right side in bed, stretched out against my hip and leg. It was a very comforting way to fall asleep for me, and it's something I miss.
The vet came in and told us how the procedure would work, then gave us some more time with her after administering a sedative. My ex held Odie's chin in her hand while I softly scratched her back and behind her ears. After ten minutes or so the vet came in and got us prepared, then found a vein in Odie's leg. I cried even harder as I kissed her head and told her what a good cat she had been and how much we had loved her, and how much we were going to miss her.
A minute later, Odie died.
We stayed with her a while, drained emotionally, and then I had to go back to work. We planned to bury her but couldn't that night because of heavy rains, so we decided to bury her the next night.
But that night we still had to tell Alex.
My ex came over and we told him together. She read him a poem about pets who had left us called "The Rainbow Bridge," which you can read here if you're so inclined. Alex was upset but didn't cry.
Later, though, when I was giving him his bath, her started to cry uncontrollably. He wept all night, and couldn't fall asleep because he was so sad. He finally passed out, more or less, about two hours after he'd gone to bed.
He helped me bury Odie beneath three pear trees at my ex-wife's house the next night. I was better until we had to leave, and then it hit me again that she was gone and would never be back, would never come out of that cold and dark hole in the ground.
You were a good cat, Odie. I love you and I miss you, and hope you are waiting for us on the Rainbow Bridge.
Thursday, May 04, 2006
My son's first short story
My son Alex wrote a short story about his teddy bear last fall called "Little Friend Gets Lost." I took the photos and helped a little bit, but most of this is his. I think it's great. When his first grade teacher read it to his class, the students burst into applause at the end. It doesn't get any better than that.
I have it posted on my website as an Adobe Acrobat file. (Thanks are in order to Lori Baker for scanning the file for me.) It's only nine pages, with one or two sentences per page. Check it out, it's guaranteed to put a smile on your face!
Little Friend Gets Lost
I have it posted on my website as an Adobe Acrobat file. (Thanks are in order to Lori Baker for scanning the file for me.) It's only nine pages, with one or two sentences per page. Check it out, it's guaranteed to put a smile on your face!
Little Friend Gets Lost
A bad case of dumbass-itis
Oh, my. How stupid we (the royal we) can be sometimes. I was at my brother's house with my son on Monday night, and Alex (my six-year-old son) wanted to race, so I chugged along the sidewalk beside him, holding back but making him think I was really struggling to keep up. Well, my sister-in-law bellows out, "You run funny!" which lead to various degrees of good-humored insults flying back and forth, until finally my brother and I decided (because we're stupid) to have a footrace.
This wasn't a long dash, just two house lengths, with telephone poles to mark the starting and finishing lines. My sister-in-law suggests we run on the street instead of the sidewalk, which again, stupidly, we thought was fine. So we line up, she yells out the start, and we take off.
I used to be pretty fast when I was younger, but back surgery and a lack of running for many years has apparently slowed me the hell down. My brother's a year and a half younger than me and about sixty pounds heavier, so I thought I would kick his big bubble butt handily. Imagine my surprise when the big load pulls ahead! So of course I pour on a little more steam.
And proceed to trip.
I took about two ungainly steps trying madly to prevent the inevitable disaster before gravity took over plowed me into the black top. I landed on the heels of my palms, then quickly tucked and rolled, which may or may not prevent you from being blasted to atoms in case of a nuclear shock wave coming your way, but doesn't do a goddamned thing if you're falling in the middle of the street like a doofus.
I lost most of the skin on the heels of my palms, my left knee, and left elbow. I got up and saw a huge bloody flap of flesh hanging off of my palm and realized I had really fucked myself up. I hobbled inside and my brother and sister-in-law helped by pouring hydrogen peroxide all over my gushing wounds, then bandaged me up. My brother asked, "Can I laugh now?" and I said sure, because if he had fallen the same way I sure as hell would have laughed.
It's too bad no one was videotaping this, because as embarrassing as it was, I think I'd be a shoe-in for a prize for the dorkiest fall.
I'm healing nicely, but it's been a pretty pain-filled week.
(My brother works for Verizon and once was up on a pole and hit his thumb so hard with a hammer that he split the skin from the fleshy part all the way down to the firsts crease, and gave himself permanent nerve damage. If he hadn't been strapped to the pole he would have fallen thirty feet or so to his untimely death. I had to pick him up at the hospital and drive him home because his wife was unavailable and the doctor had given him too many drugs to allow him to drive. So I'm not the only klutz in the Forbes family treehouse.)
This wasn't a long dash, just two house lengths, with telephone poles to mark the starting and finishing lines. My sister-in-law suggests we run on the street instead of the sidewalk, which again, stupidly, we thought was fine. So we line up, she yells out the start, and we take off.
I used to be pretty fast when I was younger, but back surgery and a lack of running for many years has apparently slowed me the hell down. My brother's a year and a half younger than me and about sixty pounds heavier, so I thought I would kick his big bubble butt handily. Imagine my surprise when the big load pulls ahead! So of course I pour on a little more steam.
And proceed to trip.
I took about two ungainly steps trying madly to prevent the inevitable disaster before gravity took over plowed me into the black top. I landed on the heels of my palms, then quickly tucked and rolled, which may or may not prevent you from being blasted to atoms in case of a nuclear shock wave coming your way, but doesn't do a goddamned thing if you're falling in the middle of the street like a doofus.
I lost most of the skin on the heels of my palms, my left knee, and left elbow. I got up and saw a huge bloody flap of flesh hanging off of my palm and realized I had really fucked myself up. I hobbled inside and my brother and sister-in-law helped by pouring hydrogen peroxide all over my gushing wounds, then bandaged me up. My brother asked, "Can I laugh now?" and I said sure, because if he had fallen the same way I sure as hell would have laughed.
It's too bad no one was videotaping this, because as embarrassing as it was, I think I'd be a shoe-in for a prize for the dorkiest fall.
I'm healing nicely, but it's been a pretty pain-filled week.
(My brother works for Verizon and once was up on a pole and hit his thumb so hard with a hammer that he split the skin from the fleshy part all the way down to the firsts crease, and gave himself permanent nerve damage. If he hadn't been strapped to the pole he would have fallen thirty feet or so to his untimely death. I had to pick him up at the hospital and drive him home because his wife was unavailable and the doctor had given him too many drugs to allow him to drive. So I'm not the only klutz in the Forbes family treehouse.)
Monday, April 17, 2006
Second printing!
It's barely been three weeks since The Amber Wizard was published, and I just received word today that HarperCollins has gone back for a second printing! It's not as large as the initial print run, but still, I'm incredibly pleased that sales are doing well enough to warrant more copies!
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
It all finally falls into place
I've really been struggling with the outline for The Path of Ashes. I had lots of great individual story elements, arcs for existing characters, and ideas for cool and interesting new characters, but I didn't have an overall framework on which to hang it all. I struggled a great deal to get through part one, and then had to start all over again with part two (which is very different from part one), which was even harder even though I had more individual ideas for that section. I just didn't know how they all threaded together.
That (mostly) ended today. It was one of those days where a number of revelatory ideas come to me almost without effort. My subconscious must have been stewing on these questions for a time and decided now was the moment to spit them out. There are a few neat ideas that tie back to a minor scene in The Amber Wizard, and I now have a much better understanding of where all this is headed and how it will end up. Not all of the problems are solved -- not by a long shot -- but most of the major roadblocks just got bypassed.
Kudos to my subconscious!
That (mostly) ended today. It was one of those days where a number of revelatory ideas come to me almost without effort. My subconscious must have been stewing on these questions for a time and decided now was the moment to spit them out. There are a few neat ideas that tie back to a minor scene in The Amber Wizard, and I now have a much better understanding of where all this is headed and how it will end up. Not all of the problems are solved -- not by a long shot -- but most of the major roadblocks just got bypassed.
Kudos to my subconscious!
Monday, April 03, 2006
BOOK SIGNING TOMORROW NIGHT, TUESDAY, APRIL 4
I know most of you locals are aware of this by now, but in case you forgot, my very first book signing will be at the Barnes & Noble at the Camp Hill Shopping Center tomrrow night, Tuesday, April 4. It starts at 7:00 pm. The book signing is first, then I'll be speaking to and answering questions from a writers' group that meets there once a month. Come on out so I don't end up looking like a goof standing there by myself!
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
It's official! The book is on the street!
This is one of the most memorable moments of my life -- walking into a bookstore and seeing my book on the shelves! It's something I've dreamed about since high school, and now it's finally happened.
If you've preordered it from Amazon or other online retailers, you should be receiving your copies soon. And if you haven't bought a copy yet, what are you waiting for??!! :-)
If you've preordered it from Amazon or other online retailers, you should be receiving your copies soon. And if you haven't bought a copy yet, what are you waiting for??!! :-)
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Review, Interview, and Giveaway!
There's a ton of great stuff that just popped up at SFFWorld.com. There's an interview with me, a review of The Amber Wizard, and a contest to win a free book! Head on over to check it out! (And thanks to Rob and Pat for putting it all together!)
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Less than two weeks to go!
I know, I've been shamefully lax in updating this thing lately. I recently had to start back to work again full time (logged 270 miles in the car today for two meetings where I had to make presentations -- it wasn't a lot of fun, I'm not much of a travel guy). It's a necessary evil for now, but it has completely thrown my schedule out of whack. I'm still reeling from all the recent life changes (and there are others that I'm not going to get into here, this is not a confessional kind of blog). So the first things to go were the blog and updating my website.
However, the final copy of the book came today and it's cool as hell! The matte finish and embossing look incredible, and they changed the map so that it now covers two pages across the spread, so it's much easier to read than the version in the ARC.
Publication date is two weeks from yesterday. Let the countdown begin!
I also need to add a couple of reviews to my website for the second and third books in R. Scott Bakker's Prince of Nothing trilogy. Really good stuff. Not without flaws, but still very top notch fantasy. I will try to get something out there in the next week.
However, the final copy of the book came today and it's cool as hell! The matte finish and embossing look incredible, and they changed the map so that it now covers two pages across the spread, so it's much easier to read than the version in the ARC.
Publication date is two weeks from yesterday. Let the countdown begin!
I also need to add a couple of reviews to my website for the second and third books in R. Scott Bakker's Prince of Nothing trilogy. Really good stuff. Not without flaws, but still very top notch fantasy. I will try to get something out there in the next week.
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Germany deal update
It's official! A German division of Random House, Blanvalet, has purchased the first three books of The Osserian Saga. I got the news from my agent Tuesday. I have absolutely no idea when they will be published, but the contract is done and I have given my approval. I have no idea how long a translation will take, if they will commission their own cover art (I assume they will), but I am fairly certain I will have little to nothing to do with it.
Still, cool news! (Next we have to conquer the stubborn Brits and the Aussies....)
Still, cool news! (Next we have to conquer the stubborn Brits and the Aussies....)
Sunday, January 29, 2006
First review of THE AMBER WIZARD posted
Pat over at Pat's Fantasy Hotspot has posted the first review of The Amber Wizard. It's a very positive review, leaving me with a warm and cuddly feeling! My first review, and he didn't hate it! Woo hoo!
Saturday, January 28, 2006
Friday, January 27, 2006
Win a free copy of THE AMBER WIZARD
Pat over at Pat's Fantasy Hotspot has set up a contest to give away a free copy of The Amber Wizard. All you have to do is e-mail him to enter. Head on over and check it out!
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