Grim Curio’s Style Update

  The weekend’s almost over, but I’ve got a lot of work done. I’ve been focusing on the style of Grim Curio. Check out the first couple paragraphs, all newly rewritten: The wailing of worn iron hinges ripped me awake. The sound grated. It squealed with an irregular rhythm, accompanied by constant popped corn sounds […]

From Mind to Paper: Creating a Character

Above: Ginko from Mushi Shi. Writing is a process. Prose don’t appear on paper perfectly executed. First drafts are a spew of consciousness, a firehose of concepts splattered haphazardly with the wrong words in the wrong order, the wrong setting with the wrong details, the wrong character featuring the wrong motivation. But you have to […]

Read Chapter 2

It’s been a while since I posted a critique ready excerpt of Grim Curio, not for lack of writing though. I’ve actually hit a flow that’s been pretty great, removing around 2,000 words and adding about 4,000 in the last two weeks. Progress. In this excerpt we meet a new POV (Point of View) character, […]

Ideas are a brewin’

Welcome to another Grim Curio production note, a post where I share something that I’m thinking about for a future scene. If you want to learn more about production notes, read this. The Nihilists Part of Grim Curio’s subtext involves a variety of groups that live in or around Oasis – the last city on […]

The Layered Universe

Production Note I’ve been talking about my novel in progress for a couple of weeks now, and there are some topics that I’ve brought up that need some fleshing out. Grim Curio is a kind of Fantasy/Post Apocalyptic hybrid, so there’s a fair amount of world building in the subtext. Today I want to talk about […]

Grew up among the Nihilists in East Oasis. My parents taught me to burn the world around me, to finish the job of the Great Cleansing. Grim Curio, from Badass Writing Day

You won’t see me,” he said. “But I can see you.” My eyes struggled against the darkness, straining to see the man behind the voice. I saw nothing.  “We took your weapon,” the man said. I felt my pocket for the snapper coil. Nothing. Fear gripped me. Grim Curio