The Crimson Pact is here!!!

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Then please buy the e-book! It’s only $5 for 26 stories, less than the price of a venti latte for 14 hours of reading fun, compatible with all major e-readers. And you can rest easy knowing that the vast majority of the profits go directly to the hard-working writers. Yay royalties!

Buddhism for Steampunks

I am super excited because yesterday I discovered another Buddhist steampunk! I am not alone!

This is the logo for his website, Open Buddha.

The image is beautiful: a stylized version of boddhisattva Manjusri, with steampunk and Zen elements. I posted it on facebook and, to my great pleasure, it was reposted by Maven of Multicultural Steampunk Jeni Hellum.

Not surprisingly (this is the internet we’re talking about), someone in the comments was immediately negative and called the image “offensive”, though she indicated that she’s not even a Buddhist. I find this hilarious, for a number of reasons, not least because I’m a Buddhist and I’m not remotely offended. In fact, I’m excited to see imagery relating to Buddhism anywhere in Western culture, but especially in steampunk culture.

Buddhism is one of the top three major belief systems in the world, but you wouldn’t know it from the way we’re completely ignored by Western culture. Completely. When was the last time you saw a Buddhist character on tv? A Buddhist Senator? A Buddhist anything? So seeing this image was exciting to me, a reminder that I am not alone in a world that celebrates only Christianity (with Islam grudgingly recognized alongside it). This is, I admit, partly due to Buddhists’ own desire to remain quietly behind-the-scenes. Buddhists are everywhere, but ours is a philosophy (I don’t like calling it a religion because that implies “faith”, but that’s a rant for another day) that calls for us to be quietly compassionate, truthful and meditative, and these are qualities that flashy Western culture doesn’t appreciate or value.

Also: I think for Christians and Muslims, or people raised as such, the idea of “graven images” means that any image of a prophet or their god is blasphemous. But the Buddha was not like Yahweh or Allah: he was a man, not a god (arguably he is a man who achieved godhood, but that’s not the point!), and his image was meant to educate, not to be worshiped. Think about it: 2500 years ago, as Buddhism moved through the world, it encountered language barriers and illiteracy. Have you ever noticed how statues of Buddha generally resemble the people of the local area? So in Nepal he looked Nepali, and in China Buddha looks Chinese, etc. But each statue retains certain crucial features: the Buddha is sitting in a meditative lotus position, with every part of his body from his posed hands to his half-closed eyes carefully positioned.

That’s because these statues were the original meditation instructional videos. Like a good fable, they traveled the world retaining certain features while adapting themselves to the local culture. Buddhism has been adapted by countless cultures to form many different sects, all with the same core beliefs but adapted to be in lockstep with the local culture. Images of Christ are adapted in much the same way.

So why shouldn’t Buddhism and steampunk operate in the same way? Why can’t the chakras be represented as gears? Why can’t the Buddha be wearing a top hat and monocle, if that’s what appeals to people?

Besides, the Buddha, like the Dalai Lama and other enlightened bodhisattvas, had a magnanimous sense of humor. I think he would find steampunk fascinating and humorous. The Buddha wanted to bring the world’s people to enlightenment, not restrict their self-expression.

In conclusion, here’s my first draft sketch of my Steampunk Buddhist Nun cosplay. Because I don’t want to shave my head, the character will probably be a former nun, who now travels the world adventuring and spreading the Buddha’s message of peace.

Obviously it’s in black and white. The final colors will be based off of this Tibetan nun’s robes, with a black or brown corset. The design is based off a combination of traditional Tibetan clothes (the chuba skirt) and traditional Tibetan Buddhist robes. I’m so excited to find the fabric and get started putting this together! Hooray!

Edit: Because I’ve had a couple people say the Steampunk Manjusri would make a great t-shirt, here is where you can buy one from the original artist!

And the Next, And the Next

This week I’ve been busy with last-minute craziness for the upcoming release of The Crimson Pact: Volume 1 and Millennicon, which is this weekend, so I haven’t had much time for posting! Who knew being a writer would be so much work?!

Today’s recommended reading was found while trawling the internet for zombie anthologies accepting submissions. Written in ultra-creepy second person, to horrific effect, it inspired the perspective I used in “It Wants.” This story might be the best zombie story I’ve ever read. Not for the faint of heart!

And the Next, And the Next

Strange Inspiration

As a writer, inspiration can strike at any time, but it helps to constantly read varied and interesting sources, especially if you’re writing science fiction or horror. After all, the most horrific ideas often come from the most mundane speculation about what the world will be like in just a few years, or observations made about the natural world. Here are a few sources of inspiration for me that cropped up recently.

Six important things you didn’t know you were running out of – Cracked.com is a hilarious place to learn fascinating facts. This list provides some great inspiration for speculative writers–what will happen when we run out of fresh water? Phosphorus? Helium? Entire novels have been written speculating on what society will be like without these essentials!

Fungus can turn animals into zombies – Who needs rampaging viruses or radiation from space when there are fungi that can control your mind? See also Captain Higgins the liver fluke! Horrifying!

Twenty-legged cactus once walked China – Need inspiration for your latest space creature or horror monster? This strange animal (or walking plant?) has no discernible beginning or end, way too many legs, and spikes on its back. This is the stuff of nightmares and Half Life!

So what has inspired YOU recently? Please share with the class!

Millennicon Schedule

I just got my Millennicon Schedule!

Saturday, March 19th, I have two evening panels:

4:00 Retrofuturism (with Captain Anthony LaGrange) in Taft

8:00 The Crimson Pact: Vol. 1 Reading (with Steve Saus) in MR 1216

I’m especially excited about that second one, as it will be my first reading of an excerpt from the anthology, and my very first time reading my own published work at a convention! Happy times!

I hope I’ll see some of you there!

Opening the Fridge, Erotically

The creator of the helpful site Dark Markets also has a blog, Sex Scenes with Monsters, and sometimes she posts fiction. It’s really good, too. Here are a couple of my favorites:

Opening the Fridge, Erotically

A Modern Satanist’s Halloween

Although there isn’t any particularly bad language or nudity or anything particularly objectionable, you may want to avoid explaining why you went to a site that mentions sex and monsters to your boss, so NSFW applies here.

Advice for Writers

I’ve encountered several good sources for writerly advice lately, many of them originally posted by Steven Saus. Here are a few of my favorite bits of advice:

1. Play well with others. Seek out criticism and use it to make your writing better. Assimilate suggestions from readers, editors and authors. Don’t be condescending (“you just don’t get it”) or think you’re the exception to a rule.

2. Don’t be a brand. Be a person, be accessible, be honest, and be yourself. The moment you become a commodity you lose authenticity…and readers. I think you also start to become condescending, so see #1.

3. Avoid tropes and stereotypes. Editors and anthologists have seen these stories before, hundreds of times, and they won’t be interested in your story either, even if you think you have An Awesome New Take on the beautiful princess being molested by her fat alien king father. You’re not that special; see #1.

4. Hard work is the only way to success. There is no shortcut. Self-published authors who want to be professional writers work just as hard, if not harder, than those who write for major publishers.

5. Always remember the basics. It’s never too late to improve your prose and change your writing style for the better. It’s amazing how many writers haven’t taken a class or read a book about the simple elements that will make their work readable. It’s also amazing how many writers think their work is good enough that they can ignore these beginner rules!

This list is not comprehensive by any means. If you’re a writer, what’s some great advice that was given to you? Please share with the class!

It Wants

Author’s Note: This is one of the pieces I read aloud at the AlsoGoods poetry reading. I have decided after much thought to publish it here for several reasons, none of which are particularly important. Suffice it to say I love my handful of readers and this free story is the only reward I can really offer in appreciation for your support. Enjoy!

It Wants

“I want to play,” the voice booms.

You clench your fists, set your jaw at its most defiant angle; arguing is futile, but you’ll do it anyway. You won’t be made a hypocrite.

“No. I won’t play.” Your voice cracks–not very convincing. You sound weak, and you wonder if it can tell the difference.

Louder now, so that the words resonate in your very bones, “I WANT TO PLAY.”

Urine runs down your leg. A whimpered, “no” is all you can manage.

Electricity shoots through your body from some invisible source, bringing with it a terrible zzztttttt sound and a smell of ozone. Every cell burns in agony; someone is screaming, and as the electricity stops you realize that it’s you.

“I want to play.”

You’re a weeping puddle now, incapable of arguing. You’re ashamed by the pathetic resistance you’ve presented, but mostly you just want to escape the pain. You’ll do anything to avoid feeling that again.

“I’ll play,” you finally sob.

In the nearly complete darkness, illuminated only by a few tiny LEDs in various colors that are meaningless to you, you can’t see whatever it is that approaches you and presses a lipstick-sized cylinder into your hand. You hold it like it’s a poisonous viper, a thing loathed and feared.

A meek, weary voice says: “To audition for this musical, Yul Brynner sang while sitting cross-legged on the floor.” You strive in the darkness to find the source of this new voice, but you can’t see. You can’t even triangulate where the questioner is standing, or laying, or maybe tied to a chair, relative to your own position. Perhaps he’s just crumpled on the floor, like you.

A light flashes above you, fiercely red, before you can even consider the meaning behind the question.

“Watson,” the disembodied voice says, his breath an exhausted sigh.

“What is The King and I,” the booming voice announces triumphantly.

You sit expectantly, waiting for the next question, but it never comes. Tiny lights flash and machines whir and click around you. Then there’s a soft sound in the darkness, a sound of someone sighing their last, then slumping over.

Something tugs at your arm. You’re lifted and shoved and urged by prodding to shuffle across the floor. Finally a door opens; the light from the next room is blinding and after so many months in darkness you find it unbearable.

“It’s too bright!” you cry, stumbling into the room with your palms pressed against your eyes.

The lights dim as if by your command. You look around. The room is almost empty; you watch in bafflement and then horror as a pair of shriveled feet disappear down a chute in one corner of the room.

A long smear of blood or something like blood marks the floor indelibly.

You turn to run from the room but the door has been sealed behind you.

A computer monitor on the wall lights up. Beyond it, through tinted glass, you can see a woman, prodded and shoved by mechanical hands, falling to kneel in the room you just left. She’s kneeling in your piss, and your stomach knots in humiliation and sympathy.

Text appears on the computer monitor. It reads: Blood leaves the heart from ventricles & enters the heart through these chambers.

“I want to play.”

Deadlines, deadlines

So it’s that time again! As I managed to complete both my goal deadlines for February (hooray!), I’m now eyeing upcoming deadlines for March and beyond. Here’s a bevy of choices for aspiring fiction writers:

The Crimson Pact: Volume 2 – June 6

The Mammoth Book of Steampunk – April 1

Appalachian Folklore: Dark Tales of Superstition and Old Wives’ Tales – extended, open until filled

Through the Eyes of the Undead II -April/May (to be announced)

Ocean Stories – March 31

Dreams of Steam II: Of Brass and Bolts – May 31

Penny Dread Tales – Vol. 1 – March 26

How the West Was Wicked – March 31

Mortis Operandi (Supernatural Crime) – Open until filled

Best New Werewolf Tales Vol. 1 – March 31 (note special submission instructions)

Bride of the Golem: An Anthology of Humorous Jewish Horror – March 1 (may be extended to May 1)

Live And Let Undead – March 7

Zombies Without Borders – March 1 (hurry on this one!)

A word to the wise: I have worked with the editor of The Crimson Pact but none of the others. Always review contracts carefully; I don’t guarantee that any of these people are on the level, though I do want to hear about it if you submit to one of these anthologies and get stiffed. That’s good information for me and for other authors to share.

There will be another Innsmouth Free Press anthology coming up but the public announcement has not yet been made. More next month!

A Publisher’s Plea

Innsmouth Free Press needs donations. If you enjoy horror, especially the Lovecraftian sort, please consider donating. If you do so by February 28th, you will even be entered to win one of several fabulous horror-related prizes.

I don’t ordinarily solicit my readers for fundraisers, but the people at IFP have been very good to me! One of my stories is appearing in their anthology Historical Lovecraft. They actually pay their authors, working with them has been a delight, and they publish genre fiction that can be very hard to find, giving a voice to authors who might otherwise have no outlet.

Please consider sending them $5 – that’s about the cost of a venti latte, and will make a huge difference to their operating costs!