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    Many Sources

    November 1st, 2012

    by Maurice Broaddus

    The whole idea of inspiration fascinates me. In my quiet moments, I believe that I don’t have much of an imagination. So many of my stories and characters spring from my own life that I often feel that I’m not so much “writing” as I am “transcribing.” Also, I consider myself a spiritual person, thus created in God’s (the ultimate Creator) image, thus I could say that the Holy Spirit is my Muse. So in a sentence, life is my ultimate inspiration and writing is my mission.

    When I wrote King Maker, the first book in what would become my Knights of Breton Court trilogy, it sprang from those two things coming together. I was a volunteer at a ministry called Outreach Inc, which works with homeless teenagers. I was teaching a creative writing class and was encouraging the kids to imagine themselves in different settings. It became quickly apparent that they could barely imagine themselves surviving to next week. Life had stolen their ability to dream . . . but they still had stories to tell. I threw out the line “you could be anything you want, princes, princesses, knights” and that stuck with me. What if they were, right where they are? From wanting to share their stories, my novel was born. That’s the way it typically goes with me. My stories spring from my life in a bunch of different ways:

    -My identity: We all have those existential moments of wondering “Who am I?” Wrestling with that question plays itself out as a theme in many of my stories. From my short story, “Family Business” (Weird Tales), where I contemplated the idea of being “The Other” within my own family; to “Warrior of the Sunrise” (The New Hero, vol. I), where issues of race, spirit, and family collide.

    -My faith: Matters of religion and personal faith fascinate me and form a good part of who I am. They play in my imagination and pop out in interesting ways, such as my novella, Orgy of Souls (Apex Books), as I wrestled with the idea of the role faith plays in how we choose to live our lives. Or the idea for my anthology series, Dark Faith (Apex Books).

    -My tragedies: Writing is my therapy. Writing allows me to put some distance between me, what’s going on, and what you are feeling. I am able to examine it from a variety of perspectives (not just what the main character is going through but how it impacts those around her/him). I can talk things through using my characters, dig deep within and plumb their hearts and hidden feelings and truths. My story, “Rainfall” (Cemetery Dance), springs to mind as a recent example of this.

    -My children: nothing delights and stirs your wonder like listening to your children. As I hang out with them and their friends, I feel the need to memorialize this time in words somehow. I can literally feel the mental gears turning as I think about how to capture their lives and spirit in story.

    As writers, we give up our lives. We cut open our emotional veins and bleed all over the page for our readers’ entertainment. There is a certain amount of fearlessness and abandon as we put ourselves out there, exposing ourselves. We are the court jesters speaking truth to power.

    I am surrounded by reminders of who the ultimate Author is. In some ways I see myself as joining in His creative work and mission whenever I create a story. I am also keenly aware that I’m often working out my spiritual journey as much through my art as through my faith. Life is wondrous, even the dark sides of it, and there is a beauty not only to Creation but in the act of creation.

    Most importantly, I live an interesting life. I meet people, encounter strange situations, and have weird dreams. We all do. So pay attention to the life that you’re living. There are stories all around you just waiting to be told.

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    Maurice Broaddus

    Maurice Broaddus

    Maurice Broaddus has written hundreds of short stories, essays, novellas, and articles. His dark fiction has been published in numerous magazines, anthologies, and web sites, including Cemetery Dance, Apex Magazine, Black Static, and Weird Tales Magazine. He is the co-editor of the Dark Faith anthology series (Apex Books) and the author of the urban fantasy trilogy, Knights of Breton Court (Angry Robot Books). He has been a teaching artist for over five years, teaching creative writing to elementary, middle, and high school students, as well as adults.

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    Not Your Ordinary Sweetest Day

    October 25th, 2012

    by Brady Allen

    I can’t plot out my short stories ahead of time; I like to discover them as I write. Just start with an image and see where it goes. That, for me, is what makes writing wondrous.

    Wonder is generally seen as a good thing, of course, though some of it is threatening and dark, and I reckon there are only some of us who can’t help but search for it, darkness, and wonder at it.

    I see darkness in a look one student gives another in class when I’m teaching; in the grocery store when some gal tries to get a green avocado near the bottom and sends the whole pile tumbling to the floor; in the shoes tossed over the phone lines and the birds that sit next to them; in the man selling flowers on the street corner on Sweetest Day; in an apparently empty rowboat, or high school band concert, or a can of Silly String, or even a family having a picnic to celebrate the Goodness of the Good in the Good, Good World. Even in a sweet comment my four-year-old daughter makes, and in a bumper sticker that says, “My daughter the honors student can kick your football player’s ass” (okay, I’ve never seen this one, but I’ve always wanted it).

    I’m far from a worrywart about myself or things related to me. In fact, I’m probably just a bit too irreverent and unconcerned. But I worry about those closest to me, like my aging parents, and, of course, first and foremost, my two daughters. So, the answer here about how wonder, and more importantly darkness, are part of my creative process, well. . . .

    This is far from being my original thought, and Ray Bradbury probably put it better many times, but, consider this: wonder comes with remembering what it was like to be a kid. Kids have a childhood full of “whys” and “hows”: Why does the moon change shapes? Why do we have eyebrows? Why does pencil lead stick to paper? (The last being a question from my teenage daughter when she was in pre-school—she was the master of the Stump-Daddy Question.)

    As we get older, we have to keep the why/how part of us but also let it blossom into the “what if” stage. This is where invention comes in, how we progress and adapt and evolve. It’s also how we start to worry, and how we cause ourselves to have to face the darkness, the Unknown, if you will. What if ________, whom I love dearly, gets sick, gets hurt, disappears, or, God forbid, dies?

    For fiction writers, especially speculative fiction writers, our job is in the equally maligned and loved What-if Business. Those folks who don’t write, or at least read, fiction may not understand. Those of us who like to write and/or read dark fantasy fiction, or horror fiction as we should call it unless we’re afraid of the stigma, well, our what-ifs tend to be the kind that make some folks shy away, I reckon. You see, I believe that what-ifs are further probes toward honesty. If hows and whys lead to “facts,” what-ifs lead toward deeper exploration, something beyond facts: truths.

    If facts deal with science and logic, truths deal with what it’s like to be complex, sometimes disturbed, confused organisms called humans. So truths deal with humanity beyond a biological level. These truths are in the darkness, they are the Unknown, and that’s what we’re striving for.

    Fiction is all a big humpin’ WHAT IF.

    What if one of my students has noticed a tiny, hairy, naked woman climbing behind another student’s ear while carrying a spear? What if the gal who dumped the avocados all over the floor leaves them there, and then me and the other shoppers find her in another aisle later and she is trapped, her face in a silent scream just beneath the surface of a newly sprouted but already dead-looking avocado tree in the cereal aisle? What if the birds are the ones that steal shoes and string them over power lines? What if the Sweetest Day flower salesman has a thorny rose where his penis should be? What if worms fill the bottom of the rowboat, and they have teeth and someone desperately needs to get off the shore? What if a fire alarm sounds during the school band concert, the auditorium is evacuated, and the firefighters and rescue squad go on an ax-murdering rampage?

    What if?

    The wonder is in the form of imagination for the writer. And imagination can only come from memory. We draw upon things in our mind already and put them together in new ways. No one could have written about a flying ship . . . if a ship and knowledge of flying were not already there in the ol’ brain, in other words. And dark fiction likes to work in fantastic imagery, which often serves intentionally or unintentionally as metaphor.

    The tiny, hairy, spear-carrying woman might stand for jealousy. The face in the avocado tree might represent selfishness. The shoe-stealing birds might stand for mankind’s inadequacies. And the flower peddler’s anatomy might represent greed or secret lust.

    Wonder for me—dark wonder, so often in my work—is in saying, in wondering, “What’s the story behind that?” Going from the concrete, which is the literal imagery in the story, to the abstract, which is, really, theme.

    It’s in seeing and showing the world in vivid detail and in discovering what humanity’s place is in it by witnessing human struggle. And in knowing that if you see Silly String scattered and sprayed all around the end of someone’s driveway and mailbox, it surely has to do with a mail carrier who is struggling desperately in his relationship with a rodeo clown who is haunted by dreams of a psychic bull that can predict the immediate future.

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    Brady Allen

    Brady Allen

    Brady Allen is the author of Back Roads and Frontal Lobes, a collection of 23 tales in the genres of horror, crime, the road story, soft sci-fi, dark fantasy, surrealism, existentialism, the weird tale, and even some plain ol’ realism. He has published numerous short stories in magazines, journals, and anthologies in the U.S, England, and Ireland and has received honorable mentions for a couple of them in the Year’s Best Fantasy and Horror volumes from St. Martin’s Press, as well as an Individual Artist Fellowship in fiction from the Ohio Arts Council for guide to replica watches three others. He loves Reds baseball on a transistor radio, and the sound of a train in the still of the night calls to him. Allen teaches writing at Wright State University in Dayton, Ohio, and lives in Dayton with his two daughters.

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    All the Stories I Remember

    October 18th, 2012

    by Christopher Shearer

    When Will Horner asked me to contribute to the “Awakenings” blog, I had to think about it, and when I thought about it, I realized I needed to think more. You see, the point of the blog is to talk about what “awakens your wonder,” and if I’m being honest with you and with myself, the answer to that would be everything. I don’t think there’s a single thing that happens that doesn’t make me feel something or leave an impression that someday might turn into a story. And that’s the way it works with most (possibly all) creative types. We are inspired by and reflect the world around us. Not just a part of it. All of it. But that’s not an acceptable answer. I can’t sit here any type “everything” and be done with it. How does that reveal anything? It’s too vague to hold any real meaning, no matter how true it may be. This left me searching for something more specific, something inside that ephemeral “everything” that I could latch onto and explore, but what? That question lead me to a rereading of many of my stories, and I discovered something there. I discovered a piece of “everything” that I seem to return to again and again, unknowingly until now. I discovered my memories there, in every story, just below the surface or sometimes blow-by-blow as things happened. But that discovery made me pause, because is that an acceptable answer? What’s special about memories? And aren’t they in themselves stories?

    They are stories, I think, because what we remember is never exactly what happened. It can’t be. Our perception is always skewed by our desires, by our wants, our needs, by our lives and hopes and dreams. By us. What we remembered is never truly factual because it’s our memory of it, our interpretation. We place emphasis on certain things; we see things from angles specific to us. Our memories are part of us. They are our story, but is that story something that truly “awakens our wonder”? It is.

    Thinking about it, I remembered many of the stories of Harlan Ellison, especially the novellas All the Lies That Are My Life and Pretty Maggie Money Eyes. Both of these, he claims, were straight out of his memories. And then I remembered an interview I watched once with Ray Bradbury, where he talked about the story that changed his life. That story, he said, was “The Lake,” which he based on a memory. He did the same, he claimed, with every story after it. Then I picked up Richard Matheson’s new novel, Generations, which is overtly autobiographical, and I realized this was something I could talk about, because if it’s good enough for the greats, then why wouldn’t it be good enough for me?

    Looking over my stories, I realized it’s the common thread. My first published story grew out of my parents’ custody battle, my first Pushcart-nominated story grew out of an early morning walk in Columbus, Ohio’s Park of Roses, when I watched the snow melt. You see, even that moment was special, at least the way I see it. I wasn’t just wandering while stuff dripped around me. I was thinking about my life. I was feeling the cold and the wind and the wet, and that was making me feel something, face something. And when I think about it, every memory is like that. Maybe it’s because of its importance that I remember it or maybe everything that happens in life is that important. I don’t know. But I do know that nothing is simply a “fact.” There’s always more to it. There’s always us inside of it, and we see that, we know that in what we remember. We don’t—or at least I don’t—always notice it as it’s happening, but I do when I look back. And that’s where stories come from. They come from moments that are more than they seem at first glance, that carry more in them than you’d expect.

    When I was little, probably two, maybe three, my family lived on a small farm in Palmyra, Pennsylvania, and I used to go out back and sit on this large rock that waited by the edge of the forest there. I’d sit there and think, and I remember seeing the shadows stretch and then take hold of each other. I remember the yellow eyes of beasts hidden in those trees. I remember the sounds and the smells, and I remember the way it made me feel. Now, is what I remember what happened? In one sense I know it isn’t. I was just a toddler sitting on a rock. But in another sense, it is, because it’s how I lived those moments. And stories come from what I lived, not from what necessarily was. And you only get that—get the full sense of that—in memories.

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    Christopher Shearer

    Christopher Shearer

    Christopher Shearer’s writing has appeared in Cemetery Dance, Horror World, Big Pulp, From the Fallout Shelter, the all-star anthology Dark Light, and many more. In the past five years, he has received three Penn State University Best Short Story Awards, a Demon Minds Best Short Story Award, and two Pushcart Prize Nominations. He works as an editor with Cemetery Dance Publications and reads for John Joseph Adams’s magazines, Nightmare and Lightspeed, as well as his upcoming anthologies. Chris is also a featured book reviewer on fearnet.com and co-chair of the Bram Stoker Award Long Fiction Jury. He attends Seton Hill University’s MFA program in Writing Popular Fiction where he is mentored by Tim Waggoner and Lawrence C. Connolly, and he is finishing his first novel.

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    You want magic? Look around you.

    October 4th, 2012

    by Simon Kurt Unsworth

    This seemed like such a simple proposition; write a short article on my inspirations, about what’s magical to me and how it feeds into my creative process. Aha, thinks I! I list a few good authors, show how my stories are direct descendants of them, and Bob’s your auntie’s live-in-lover, we’re done. But . . . but . . . it’s something much bigger than that, I realize, and suddenly I have a proper task to accomplish. What’s magical to me is bigger than mere influence, and wider and deeper and it’s going to take writing about a range of subjects. Damn.

    Although, if I’m honest, books and stories new and old are magical to me, and reading something good is like shucking off the world and all its worries and pressures and all the knowledge of right and wrong and left and right and up and down, and simply loving and be loved by the words. Whether it’s M. R. James, early King, Christopher Fowler’s quite joyous Bryant and May Books, Kim Newman’s Anno Dracula series, David Hutchinson’s short story collections, Goldman’s The Princess Bride, Ito’s Uzumaki, reading (or, often, rereading) them reminds me how much I love stories and makes me want to go back to my own work, to create and then improve my creations, remaking and restructuring them to make them good, better, best. I’m never going to write anything as good Donna Tartt’s The Secret History or King’s ’Salem’s Lot, I suspect, but experiencing them makes me determined that I’m going to damn well try. . . .

    And then there’s films. I love film, and respond incredibly well to visual stimuli, and often write doing little more than describing a film I’m seeing in my mind. John Carpenter would, I think, be my director of choice and it’s often his particular visual aesthetic that’s in my mind as I write, simultaneously languorous and yet incredibly tense and capable of graphic, grand yet curiously personal terrors. I don’t mean that my stuff is like his or as good as his early films, so much as I mean that there are things I aspire to and his very visual sense of space and movement and horror is one of them.

    See how it unfurls? It’s initially about books and then film comes in and now I have to bring music on board. I never write in silence, not ever; instead, I put my iPod on shuffle and let each piece of music it throws up feed into the writing. The rhythms of it, the energy of even the most dolorous tunes, get into my system and emerge as paragraphs and sentences and chapters and ideas. I’ve written ghost stories to the sombre beats of Massive Attack and to the sinister pop sensibilities of Babybird, written monster stories to the unstoppable roar of Bellowhead and the more delicate sounds of Spiers and Boden (who are playing as I type this, incidentally), written a novel set in Hell with the perfect pop of Take That and Kylie Minogue and Neil Diamond nipping at my heels, and the blasted and mournful sandpaper rasp of late-era Johnny Cash sitting on my shoulders, and I love it all. Music, a thing I lost touch with for a number of years, is my near-constant companion now and I cannot imagine being without it.

    Mary My Hope are playing now; if you don’t know who they are, shame on you. Go and find out.

    I like places, geographies. I like finding buildings and natural landscapes and thinking about what they might be, what they might hide. I like unexpected dips and hollows, lost places and abandoned structures, and they all trigger ideas, or sometimes single images, some of which make it into my stories. I like to use real geographies in my writing, cursing and haunting the places I know well, and even my invented environments tend to be based on real places. Partly, it’s practical; it makes visualizing them as I write easier, but partly it’s that magic again; real places are fun, and populating them with terrors is a great feeling. After all, what power! To put a demon into a seaside town and watch it wreak havoc. . . .

    I’m full of rage and loathing for the unjust and unequal way our political masters attack the weak and protect the strong, and although I’m not an overtly political writer, I suspect some of those feelings find their way into stories. I hope so, anyway.

    Oh, my iPod’s playing the Ramones now. Marvelous.

    But none of this is where the magic happens, not really. The magic happens in a much harder to define area, one that I’ll call “people.” When I write, even when I write pulp, I can’t escape from the fact that my interests are people’s reactions and inter-reactions, their emotional connections with each other and their own feelings and histories, so the most important thing, the biggest influence on me, are the people in my life. I love a beautiful woman whose touch thrills me and who the sight of can make my shoulders roll back and make me stand straighter, I have a son whose company I adore (although he’s very like me, and we argue too much), I have a family and friends who I love even when they annoy the crap out of me. Versions of these relationships, extrapolations from them, reductions of them, they find their way into everything I write. Without this emotional life to draw on, I wouldn’t be a writer; I’d be, at best, a robot and at worst an amoeba. The magic is there, all around me, in the good relationships and the bad, in the things we do to hurt and love each other, in the kisses we share and the hands we hold and the cross words we shout and the time we spend together, real magic, too powerful to contain or control. All I can do is hope to see its outline and to use it as best I can.

    Mumford and Sons now; well done, iPod.

    I write horror stories partly because that’s how I see the world, through filters of terror and blood and supernatural shenanigans, but also because it’s a way of exploring where the magic happens. I don’t really care about zombie attacks, but I do care about what being attacked by zombies might mean for someone trying to protect their family, or trying to get back to the woman he loves, and that’s where it gets interesting. If I can hold parts of my life up to the light and explore them, while at the same time hopefully creating narratives that other people will enjoy (well, okay, be scared and disgusted and upset by), then I’m happy. The stories make sense to me because I base them as far as I can on my interpretations of reality, and if I reach an emotional truth in my writing, it’s only because I’m experiencing emotional connections with people away from the words. Magic, see?

    The Bad Shepherds, and that seems like a good place to stop, with the sounds of their slightly sinister, threatening version of “Anarchy in the UK” echoing in my ears. You want magic? Look around you, it’s everywhere.

    About the Guest Author

    Simon Kurt Unsworth

    Simon Kurt Unsworth

    Simon Kurt Unsworth was born in Manchester in 1972 on a night when, despite increasingly desperate research, he can find no evidence of mysterious signs or portents. He currently lives on a hill in the north of England with his wife and child awaiting the coming flood, where he writes essentially grumpy fiction (for which pursuit he was nominated for a 2008 World Fantasy Award for Best Short Story) whilst being tall, grouchier than he should be and owning a wide selection of garish shirts. His latest collection is the critically acclaimed Quiet Houses, and his work has been published in a number of anthologies including At Ease with the Dead, Shades of Darkness, Exotic Gothic 3 and Lovecraft Unbound. He has also appeared in four Mammoth Book of Best New Horror anthologies and also The Very Best of Best New Horror. His first collection of short stories, Lost Places, was released by the Ash Tree Press in 2010 and he has further collections due, Strange Gateways from PS Publishing in 2012 and an as-yet-unnamed collection that will launch the Spectral Press Spectral Signature Editions imprint in 2013. You can find him on Twitter or Facebook, or in various cafés in Lancaster staring at his MacBook and muttering to himself.

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    Reflections of a Writer/Editor Hybrid

    September 27th, 2012

    by John Helfers

    Recently I was on a panel at the World Science Fiction convention about the role editors play in the publishing process. While participating, it was brought to my attention that I’m one of a fairly rare breed: a writer and editor. By the end of the convention, that’s how I was referring to myself, and when (if) I ever get a blog up, the title will definitely have something to do with being a writer/editor hybrid.

    I’ve been very fortunate to have the opportunity to do both throughout my career, not only for 16 years at Tekno Books, but also afterward as a freelance writer and editor. I enjoy both immensely; when my wife recently asked me which one I would choose if I had to, it was a very difficult decision. Although writing won out (narrowly, and for the primary reason that I don’t believe there are any truly rich and famous editors, whereas writers still have that chance, although the odds are similar to winning the lottery), I hope that is a choice I never have to make.

    I enjoy writing and editing so much that when William invited me to contribute to this blog, I agreed on the condition that I could discuss what inspires me as both an author and an editor. He was happy to agree, and so here we are.

    Although I often refer to editing and writing as two different vocations (to the point of often saying that I wear two different hats, one as a writer, and one as an editor, and switch back and forth as needed), as I thought about this topic, I realized that the two have more in common than I thought. Whether writing a short story or novel or editing an anthology or novel, the goal is still the same: to produce or help to produce the very best story possible, bringing all of my knowledge and skill to the table either to create a story in my world or someone else’s, or to help shape other people’s stories into a stronger, more enjoyable experience.

    Not the keyboard I use . . . although some scenes make me feel like I’m typing on something like this. . . .

    Let’s start with writing. Whether I’m creating something out of whole cloth or writing in an already created universe, the kernel of the story, the idea itself must hold my interest long enough for me to grasp it and see the possibilities of where it might go. Whether its an undead assassin trying to rebel against his master, or a modern warrior who’s been fighting international terrorism for more than 400 novels before mine, the germ of whatever plot I’m spinning must be intriguing enough for me to say, “That’s a great story idea! I can run with this!”

    From there, I go into what is both the most fun and occasionally most frustrating aspect of writing: fleshing out the world, characters, and plot while trying not to get waylaid by the myriad choices available to me as the writer. Here’s where I find out whether that kernel is enough to sustain a plot line, whether short or long. I’m a firm believer is creating at least a rough (1-2 page) outline of the main plot points, but at the same time, I don’t ever feel constrained by it—if an idea pops into my head during writing that improves the story and doesn’t detour too much, I go with it. While I don’t admit to any sort of god complex, usually I retain absolute control over what happens to the plot and characters I create in a story (When a character resists my control, that’s another item altogether. Fortunately it doesn’t happen very often).

    “Dance, my characters, dance! Your creator commands it!” (Most writers aren’t like this . . . as least, as far as I know.)

    One aspect of writing that I must confess puzzles me is the opposite of inspiration: writer’s block. Although I will admit to having to puzzle out how a particular scene should start or unfold more than once, I have always been puzzled by those folks who say that they are having writer’s block. Like many other writers I know, I have more ideas than I’ll probably ever write (the motivation to actually write those ideas is sometimes another matter entirely) so I’m forced to pick and choose which ones I’m going to work on. I really don’t ever expect my creative well to run dry—there’s simply too many ideas in the world today, waiting to be crafted into entertaining, engaging stories.

    Editing a project, whether it is an anthology or novel, starts the same way—with the idea. For a theme anthology, I have to come up with a concept that is not only salable, but also intrinsically interesting enough not only for me to read 12-16 stories about the theme without becoming bored, but also be broad enough to allow the invited writers to spin their tales without worrying about stepping on another writer’s toes (fortunately, this also happens very infrequently).

    Once the idea has been firmed up and sold, then the process of soliciting authors begins. As the editor of any project, my role is to make sure that the anthology is on target both in theme and length, and to hit its delivery deadline to the publisher. Along the way, I ensure that the authors are all on topic and deadline—a process very similar to herding cats. But the end result is always worth it.

    For working on an edited novel, again the idea has to be one I’m willing to work on—there is nothing more deadly to a manuscript than a bored editor, or one who is unfamiliar with the genre or sub-genre a novel falls into. Fortunately, when I was at Tekno Books, we packaged a lot of techno-thriller novels and genre fiction anthologies, so I had no dearth of interesting projects to work on.

    The same criterion applies now that I’m a freelance editor—I have to be engaged in the novel projects that I decide to take on. If I’m going to give a writer the best possible editorial experience, I have to be as committed to seeing his or her manuscript succeed, and therefore help them tell the best story they can.

    “Book Tunnel” by Petr Kratochvil

    Whether writing or editing, it all begins with the idea and goes from there. They’re all around us, just waiting to be taken and turned into amazing fiction. And whether I do it myself, or invite a collection of talented writers to give me their visions of a particular theme, I intend to be creating and commissioning fantastic fiction for many years to come.

    About the Guest Author

    John Helfers

    John Helfers

    John Helfers is a freelance author and editor currently living in Green Bay, Wisconsin. During his sixteen years working at Tekno Books (the largest commercial book packager in the nation), he co-edited more than twenty short story anthologies, as well as overseeing many others for publishers in all genres. He has worked with many well-known authors and co-editors, including Charlaine Harris, Anne Perry, Mercedes Lackey, Margaret Weis, and Kevin J. Anderson. He has also edited dozens of novels by such authors as Doug Allyn, Brendan DuBois, Brian Herbert, James Patrick Hunt, Richard Parks, Jean Rabe, and Tim Waggoner.

    He has published more than forty short stories in anthologies such as If I Were An Evil Overlord, Time Twisters, and Places to Be, People to Kill. His fiction has appeared in anthologies, game books, and novels for the Dragonlance, Transformers, BattleTech, and Shadowrun universes. He has written both fiction and nonfiction, including the third novel in the first authorized trilogy based on The Twilight Zone television series, the YA novel Tom Clancy’s Net Force Explorers: Cloak and Dagger, and a history of the United States Navy. He wrote three novels in the Room 59 espionage series for Gold Eagle/Worldwide Publishing (including the launch book, The Powers That Be) and has written novels in both their Deathlands and Mack Bolan/Executioner series.

    His essays on the military have appeared in Beyond Shock and Awe, edited by U.S. Navy SEAL founder Eric Haney, and in the Civil War and World War II volumes of the How to Lose a War series. His most recent nonfiction book, The Vorkosigan Companion (co-edited with Lillian Stewart Carl), a guide to the science fictional world of Lois McMaster Bujold, was nominated for a 2009 Hugo Award. In 2010, the Shadowrun anthology Spells & Chrome won the Origins Award for Best Game-Related Publication.

    Currently he’s working on several tie-in and original projects in both the adult and YA genres.