• Captains ChairBlog

    Ahoy, Mateys!

    Welcome to Episode One of… Views From The Captain’s Chair! (That greeting should echo in your head like The Muppets’ Pigs In Space! Or am I the only one that hears that?)

    In 2014 I have decided that some blogginess was needed. You know, because there isn’t enough blogginess out there. And certainly not enough blogginess about writing! Fo sho.

    Views From The Captain’s Chair will be a weekly blog dedicated to my views on being a writer in today’s suped-up, jetpackless 21st century. I’m not an expert, by any stretch of the imagination, but I am a professional writer working full time and have been professionally writing since 2009. That means I know enough to be dangerous, but not enough to be deadly. So sit back, relax (or freak out, it’s your life) and get ready for some words of wisdom as only a man that writes in a captain’s chair can give!

    Episode One: Do Your Time!

    Notice above how I mentioned I’ve been writing professionally since 2009? Yes, of course you noticed that. You’re not a moron. Right? Right… Anyhoodly-doo, that date is important to today’s post. Why? Because it means I have been writing professionally for about 5 years now. That’s key to what I will try to impart to you. So listen carefully.

    You don’t know shit as a writer until you have put in about 4-5 years of professional experience.

    That statement is going to rub some of you the wrong way. Against the grain. Opposite of the right way. Make you pull your hair, gnash your teeth, pee a little in your skinny jeans. That’s cool because I did the exact same thing when I was starting out (except for the skinny jeans thing. Ain’t no way you’ll squeeze my ass into skinny jeans. Not happening). I hated it when experienced writers said that it would take me 4-5 years to really get the hang of things. What the hell did they know? I was awesome! YOU CAN’T STOP AWESOME!

    Yet…

    Awesome aside, I was a rookie. A noob. A new fish. I thought I could buck the system. Beat the house. Another metaphor to fill space. I was wrong. You see, the idea that a writer needs about 4-5 years of experience before they “get it” doesn’t come from the industry. It isn’t from Big Publishing. It’s not The Man trying to keep The Writer down. Those words of wisdom come from -wait for it- OTHER WRITERS!

    Yes, folks, other writers. It isn’t some conspiracy to keep new writers under the thumb of publishers. It’s actual advice from colleagues and peers that have come before and already made all the mistakes you are about to make.

    Damn, sometimes I wish I had listened.

    But, nope, not me. I WAS AWESOME! So I plowed forward and made all the mistakes I was told I’d make. I rushed into things. Tried to force my first novel (Dead Mech) out there into the market by signing with the first publisher that came along and tickled my prostrate. Sure, it felt great, but it was over in a blink. And I didn’t even get dinner for my trouble. My bad. Big time.

    Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m glad I have done everything exactly as I have. I’m a fatalist that way. All events in my life have added up to this exact point. I’m writing full time and (so far) making a goo of it. [See the typo there? I said goo instead of go! But I left it in! When you have 4-5 years of writing experience you learn that’s comic gold! GOLD!] My mistakes have made me who I am. I embrace those mistakes like the bastard children they are.

    But, what if…?

    What if I’d listened to more experienced writers that gave me free advice with nothing but the good intentions they were meant to be? You know, instead of screaming in their faces, “I AM AWESOME!”. Well, for starters, I would have polished my manuscript. Worked out the kinks and flaws. Then submitted the manuscript to a few publishers. And waited. Like the rest of writing humanity. I could have been picked up by a publishing house that knew what it was doing. I could have learned from that experience. I could have launched my career with a nuclear KAPOW instead of a pew-pew. May have happened, may not have happened.

    But what did happen is I signed with the first publisher that smiled at me and said I was pretty. It wasn’t a bad experience. The publisher was very small press and very nice. But it could have been a disaster. I could have totally been taken advantage of and lost rights to my work. I dodged a bullet. I was lucky.

    Some of you reading this are wondering, “Wait, you sent off your first novel? Aren’t they supposed to suck?”. Sure, they can suck. Most do. Mine probably did. But, I’d battle tested it by podcasting the novel for free. I had the Internet on my side! THE INTERNET DOESN’T LIE! I have actually gone back and read some of that prose. It’s rookie prose, but I actually like it as a reader. So, yes, my first novel was ready. Just not ready ready.

    Here’s the thing, Mateys, if you get one thing out of this post it’s this: listen to those that have the experience. If they are willing to take the time out of their schedule to help you then you better damn well take that help and use it to the best of your ability. Whether you think you are ready or not, which you may be, you still don’t have 4-5 years of writing experience. You don’t have perspective.

    That perspective is what matters. It allows me to understand so much more about my writing, about the business of writing, about other writers, about quite a few things that are now getting thrown at me. If I didn’t have that perspective I’d be screwed. I wouldn’t know what is a good deal and what is a bad deal. I wouldn’t know what novel to tackle and what to set aside for a while. I wouldn’t know jack shit. Simple as that.

    So, to sum up: Do Your Time! Don’t rush anything because there is a faction of the writing population that says you don’t need to have experience, you can just puke out whatever, publish it yourself, and you are a writer! Which is partially true- as long as you are writing, you are a writer. But you’ll be a writer that lacks perspective. It’s the whole blind men and the elephant parable thingy. You’ll only know the trunk or the leg or the fat testes. You won’t know the whole animal. Which means you are one squeaky cartoon mouse away from getting your ass trampled to death.

    I don’t want that to happen. I want you to live! I want you to succeed! I want you to buy me bourbon when we meet at the next con bar. Make it a double, Mateys, because the Captain is thirsty!

    Cheers.

    Disclaimer: Views From The Captain’s Chair are just that: views. These are not laws. These are not set in stone. I could be totally wrong. I could be off my rocker (shut up). I could be full of S-H-I-T. I could change my mind next week. All of that is possible. Who knows? But if even just a little of this helps you then I’m happy with that. If it just makes you stop and think then I’ve done my job. Which I really need to get back to. Blogging don’t pay for the bourbon! Oh, and the whole Captain’s Chair thing? Yeah, I write in a captain’s chair. It’s true, Mateys! Got a question? Need some one on one? Shoot me an email, a DM, a PM (no BMs) or comment below.

    Jake Bible lives in Asheville, NC with his wife and two kids.

    A professional writer since 2009, Jake has a proven record of innovation, invention and creativity. Novelist, short story writer, independent screenwriter, podcaster, and inventor of the Drabble Novel, Jake is able to switch between or mash-up genres with ease to create new and exciting storyscapes that have captivated and built an audience of thousands.

  • So, sometimes shit doesn’t go your way. That’s life, right?

    Yep. That’s why there’s the Friday Night Drabble Party! It’s not just about bringing top quality micro-fiction your way, but also about me getting to vent and exorcise the demons that nearly drive me mad.

    In that spirit I bring you tonight’s drabble.

    Enjoy!

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    PUNCH

    By

    Jake Bible

    Punch.

    Punch, punch.

    Punch, punch, punch, punch.

    PUNCH. PUNCH. PUNCHPUNCHPUNCH.

    Pant, pant, sweat, pant. Punch.

    PUNCH, PUNCH, PUNCH, PUNCH, PUNCH, PUNCH,

    “Ow! Fuck!”

    “You about done?”

    “Not even close. Just getting started.”

    “Fine. I’m going to go get beer and smokes. Want anything?”

    “Ice. Plenty of ice. And whiskey. More whiskey than ice, but lots of ice.”

    “So whiskey, whiskey, whiskey, and ice?”

    “Something like that.”

    “Want a burrito? I think I’ll get a burrito.”

    “Nope. Just whiskey and ice.”

    “I’m guessing the ice is for your hand?”

    “And for the whiskey.”

    “Be right back.”

    Punch.

    PUNCH, PUNCH, PUNCH, PUNCH.

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    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: Watch the thumb.

  • Hey, kids! Look at all the beautiful leaves. And that view, wow! Just wow! It sure is spectacular up here on the Blue Ridge Parkway. Don’t you think, kids? Kids? Kids…what are you doing to Mommy? And what’s all that red…stuff… OH DEAR GOD!

    Yes, folks, Z-Burbia 2: Parkway To Hell is live and ready for your eyeholes to read its undead goodness! UNDEAD GOODNESS!

    Zburbia2_ebook_cover

    Z-Burbia has been in the Amazon charts for a month now, which is pretty, pretty, pretty cool. Hopefully fans that picked that one up will pick up Z-Burbia 2! It continues the story of Jason “Jace” Stanford and his struggle to keep that suburban dream even in the face of the zombie apocalypse. It also expands the scope of the setting and brings way more of Asheville and Western North Carolina into the story.

    But don’t take my word for it, here’s the official description:

    “The Grove Park Inn.
    From the early 1900s right up to Z-Day, the Grove Park Inn was the place for the affluent to stay when vacationing in Asheville, NC. Everyone from F. Scott Fitzgerald to President Barak Obama stayed at the Grove Park. Artists, actors, diplomats, masters of industry, all called it a temporary home at one point or another. But that was before the zombie apocalypse.
    Now the five story stone, brick, and wood luxury inn is home to a different element. An unknown element. A heavily armed element.
    With Whispering Pines being rebuilt, Jace “Long Pork” Stanford has nothing better to do than find out who the newcomers are. Well, while he’s not busy dealing with the ever present Z hordes. Or running for his life from paramilitary mercenaries. Or possibly blowing up more of the zombie infested city because he can’t help pressing buttons. Buttons are meant to be pressed, even in the apocalypse, right?
    Looks like it’s just another day in Z-Burbia!”

    Sounds great, right? RIGHT? Right…that’s what I thought. 😉 Winky face!

    So get yourself over to Amazon and snag a copy of Z-Burbia 2: Parkway To Hell! You’ll want to get this one so you are ready for Z-Burbia 3: Estate of the Dead when it comes out! OH, YEAH!!!

    Cheers!

  • Friday. Night. Drabble. Party.

    Read those words, think upon them, embrace their meaning and learn from them. FOR THEY SHALL RULE THE WORLD!

    Or not. Whatever. It’s Friday and I’ve got a drabble for you.

    Enjoy!

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    Curling

    By

    Jake Bible

    The bony finger beckoned, curling in on itself again and again, as the hand withdrew into the tall weeds and high grass. Little Teal’s pig-tailed head was barely level with the top of that grass; even on tip-toes she couldn’t see who the finger belonged to.

    She watched as the finger receded, her eyes wary and careful. Mama had said to go outside and play in the backyard. But she also said not to go with strangers. Was this a stranger? Was it a neighbor?

    She didn’t know. The only way to find out was to follow.

    Which she did.

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    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: Teach your children well.

  • It’s the Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Possibly the only thing to get me past the post-Halloween blues. Most people get that day after Christmas depression, but that’s my wife’s birthday so we keep the party rollin’. That means in our house the depression comes on November 1st instead.  The day after Halloween should be a holiday. It helps kids get past their sugar hangovers and adults get past their Halloween party hangovers. Make this a law now! NOW!

    Or just read this week’s drabble!

    Enjoy!

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    Break

    By

    Jake Bible

    “Wind speed?” Heller whispered.

    “Twenty knots,” Mitchell replied. “South by southwest. Countdown in three…two…one…break.”

    The shot was fired and hit its target perfectly.

    By the time the bodyguards knew which way to look, Heller and Mitchell had broken down their hide and were heading to the extraction point. They had five minutes, tops.

    The buildings were old and derelict, but still occupied. Heller and Mitchell watched every window, every doorway. The extraction point was just ahead.

    Mitchell stepped out first then went down. Perfect head shot. The bullet ripped apart any chance of him realizing the irony of his death.

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    Disclaimer: A sniper’s life is always intense.