Hello, good morning, and welcome to the last Thursday of 2018.
I had three consecutive days off work this week, the longest such stretch in quite some time that didn’t involve sad family events. To the surprise of no one, I did not get any writing done over those three days—no new work on Unanimity, and no editing on Penal Colony.
Because of this, there’s not much for me to say today. I have, except on the three aforementioned days off, continued to make good progress. In Unanimity, I’ve reached the final confrontation that will resolve the outcome of the book, but its development involves some flashbacks, for reasons of dramatic tension. I think this will work well, but in the end, readers must judge for themselves. In any case, there’s a great deal of work to do before the book will be ready for anyone but me to read and judge. Such is the way of things.
I hope you all have a wonderful time on New Year’s Eve and a relatively painless recovery on New Year’s Day. When next we meet here, it will be 2019. I have a silly, semi-fun dread of the coming year, since in much of the Stephen King multiverse, the number 19 is one of terrible omen. Of course, I don’t actually subscribe to any form of numerology, unless one counts my true and deep love (occasionally unrequited) of mathematics itself. It’s just fun to imagine what might happen if that number really were a harbinger of evil.
The fact that I find such thoughts fun is probably why I tend to sneak “horror” into most of what I write, intentionally or not.
I first clearly recognized this about myself in high school, when I wrote my first full-length novel, Ends of the Maelstrom. This was a sort of cross-over fantasy/sci-fi adventure novel involving multiple universes, in which beings of godlike power used magic and/or ultra-high technology to battle for the fate of our universe and ultimately all the other realms of the multiverse. The story’s ultimate villain, the Talberod, had obliterated whole galaxies to demonstrate his power, but he nevertheless had a code of honor and a strong moral sense. In contrast, the hero was more than willing to lie and cheat to win. These are far from new twists, of course, but I felt pretty proud of them as a high school student. Alas, that novel is lost to time and bitter circumstance, though one day I may seek to recreate it.
In any case, during the larger course of that story, I inserted little interludes detailing smaller-scale levels of the invasion, including a series in which a demonic being called Chrayd, for personal enjoyment, preys on numerous random humans from our world (before finally being killed by a lucky and courageous one of those same humans, whom Chrayd “salutes” even as he dies). These latter sequences amounted to mini horror stories in the middle of my larger epic, though I only recognized them as such after the fact. They were also the parts of the novel that were the most fun to write and—I suspect—were the most gripping to read.
Similarly, on those rare occasions when I’ve written Harry Potter fanfics, they’ve tended to turn out in rather…well, let’s just say that Harry has done some very dark, bad things.
We use the tools that we are given.
And that’s about it for now. As usual, it’s more than I expected to write. This is another gift or tool given to me. I can’t really claim any credit for it, and it’s occasionally frustrating (for readers even more than for me, I suspect), but whataya gonna do?
Again, I wish you the best of all possible new years. 19 may be a number of ill-omen in the Stephen King universe, and it is certainly a prime number…but 2019 is not prime. Let us then therefore give honor to the beloved goddess of irony by turning 2019 into a prime year in every other sense.