|JCP News • Issue 14 • February 2009
Beautiful, Mysterious and Bizarre: M/M Urban Fantasy by Jordan Castillo Price
NONSEQUITERS ON ZERO HOUR
I must be thinking about these things because when I write Zero Hour, I find myself challenging my assumptions about the way the world works. How much is fact, and how much is belief? What difference does the way we quantify things make? What is language, really?
I figure the metric system will still be around when Zero Hour takes place. It makes sense. It's based on tens. Even though, for the most part, we don't use it in the US. (And if you say "a meter," the only was we Americans visualize that distance is because we think, "Okay, that's about three feet.")
In Zero Hour, I'm having particular fun writing the parts where Ernest meets run-of-the-mill people who've been kept so ignorant that they can barely talk, and pretty much all they want to do is play a futuristic version of Tetris. They've been robbed of their sex hormones, and they don't know about food, so what else is left?
Jordan on the Web
From Zero Hour
"What year do you suppose mankind discovered his soul was magnetic?"
"Well, I… I never thought about it. I'm no student of theology. With the proper feeds…."
"Forget the feeds. Everything worth anything was Purged."
Belated Valentine smooches, *|FNAME|*!
Earlier this week, a gorgeous, in-depth article that analyzed my books and my writing style appeared on Dear Author. The gist of the "If You Like" article is to try to characterize what it is that makes my writing unique, and then try to recommend other authors who have similar elements in their writing.
But, of course, I can't get beyond all the me-me-me!! It's insanely gratifying. Please have a look, and leave a comment if you care to. It's less than a week old, so I don't think it's too late to comment.
Now go and buy some half-price Valentine's day candy and send me some happy thoughts while you eat it! (I got a giant cookie for my present. Mmm!)
I'm still plugging away at it. End of February, maybe?
Will There Be More Psycop?
Yes! But I'm not sure exactly when. My writing schedule's all booked up for the first part of the year.
What About Bonus Short Stories?
Sometimes I have PsyCop ideas that seem like they'd make good short stories. But I've got to wonder if readers wouldn't prefer that I just work on the main storyline instead of fiddling around with shorts. I know that when I read a series, little short side-stories are fine and well, but what I really want to know is WHAT HAPPENS NEXT in the "real" story. If you want to talk about it (or anything else) with me and other readers, join my Yahoo group and let me know what you think.
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Its Own Site
I put Michael and Wild Bill on their own site. It's a tough thing to figure out what would give a potential reader enough information to determine whether or not to sample a series, without spoiling the story for them. But I'm happy with the way the Channeling Morpheus Site came out.
Sweet Oblivion: BrazenI thought of Channeling Morpehus as being Michael's story, since overall, it was about him trying to figure out where he fit into the world. Sweet Oblivion is Wild Bill's story. Bill might never figure out where he fits into the world, or he might decide it doesn't really matter. Whichever way it turns out, it's fun digging around in his head.
Grab Sweet Oblivion 1: Brazen at Changeling Press.
A new reader recently asked me where she could find a good list of all the various stuff I wrote and the order in which to read it. There's a pretty good list at the bottom of the newsletter. But I also recently revamped jordancastilloprice.com, and I think it's pretty thorough. Take a peek. Maybe there's something listed that you haven't seen before. (And if there's something I've missed, please let me know.)
Zero Hour - Chapter 14
"...Tell me in your own words. How did you wind up changing bedpans for the world's oldest man?"
Zach certainly looked like he could be the world's oldest man, but Ernest's steady diet of old-time feeds, even with their strange splices where characters reappeared lounging in bed or recovering in the hospital, had taught him a modicum of skepticism.
"What is a bedpan, and what does it change into?" he asked.
Initially, it appeared that Zach was laughing. He rocked, and made a rattling sound that approximated a chuckle. His teeth slid in his mouth. Peculiar. If Ernest were to shunt in to L0U15E that night, he would order some feeds on homo sapien dentistry, just out of curiosity, to see how their teeth were connected. But he wouldn't be shunting in. And he was dehydrated. And bleeding.
And his head throbbed fiercely.
The shaking and wheezing slowed, and between tremors and gasps, Zach said, "Never mind. Never mind. I can still use the commode. With your assistance, of course."
Zach wheeled his mechanized apparatus around, and Ernest cut his eyes to the door. He wouldn't be able to sustain his conversation much longer, not without revealing that he was no health monitor. Zach, whoever, whatever he actually was, clearly had a depth and breadth of vocabulary, and the implicit experience that came with it, that would doubtlessly reveal Ernest for what he truly was: a heretic.
Channeling Morpheus/Sweet Oblivion Stories:
Email me at jordan (at) psycop (dot) com
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