The Introvert Author’s Guide To Surviving A Media Con

In the Wonderfest Model Room: My expression was meant to convey pathos akin to that evoked by the disembodied, grimacing green-skinned fellow to my right. I'm afraid I ended up just looking like a monkey.

I’m on record as someone who, generally speaking, loathes visual media.  This makes it difficult to appreciate much of mainstream fandom, which tends to be so caught up in the adoration of movies and television (many of which I’ve just never seen).

I don’t say this in any attempt to win myself bona fides as a literary snob. It’s just me.   I find books a far better entertainment value.   The major exception to this is, of course, Dr. Who — which has produced some genuinely well-written stuff.  But the rest of it?  Time-wasters.

So when I heard about that a media-focused con was within easy driving distance from my abode in Indiana , I wasn’t all that excited.  In fact, I’ve known about WonderFest for a couple of years now, but have never gone.  This year, hubbie and I checked it out and I found myself pleasantly surprised.

For starters, WonderFest is all about nostalgia.  It’s primarily a convention that focuses on the hobby of building models of various science fiction, fantasy, and horror characters or vehicles.  That’s right.  Models.   Back in the old days (before even I was born) there was a Monster Craze that swept the nation.  Legions of kids in the 60s subscribed to Forrest J. Ackerman’s Famous Monster of Filmland magazine, stayed up late at night to watch their local horror movie host (Zacherly, Dr. Shock, Vampira, etc.) introduce classic Universal and Hammer films.  It was in this era of “Monster Kids” that companies like Aurora produced monster-themed model kits that children could assemble.

WonderFest is heavily steeped in this “Monster Kid” culture, and for a weird, oft-misanthropic author like myself  it proved  a pleasant diversion.  In days like these when the human race seems to be making quite the mess of itself, who better to befriend than monsters?

Other things I learned at WonderFest…Contrary to popular opinion, the World Fantasy Award statue of Lovecraft is not the genre award that looks most like an Easter Island statue.  That distinct honor goes to the Rondo Hatton Classic Horror Awards.

The Rondo: the genre award that looks like it not only *could* kick your ass, but also *wants* to.

What else can I tell you?  Well, I got a chance to meet Larry Blamire, writer and director of the clever Lost Skeleton of Cadavra (one of the few movies I have enjoyed in the past few years, perhaps because it’s a movie poking gentle fun at other movies).  But no account of WonderFest would be complete without discussing Saturday night’s presentation of the 1970-something film, StarCrash.  I’ve seen many Ed Wood films in my life.  I’ve not only endured, but also reviewed Santa Claus Conquers The Martians.  In fact, I am familiar with many of the films ridiculed on Mystery Science Theater 3000.  But I must admit that StarCrash was — in my opinion — the most unintentionally funny film I’ve ever watched.  Never have I laughed so hard so long.  And, after working for about five months on a novel, it was nice to get that break.  It’s back to the grindstone, though.  Now rested and ready, it’s time to finish off the first draft’s last 35,000 words.

Me with Aunt Matilda (second disembodied head to my right). She looked a might peaked, but it was good to run into her at the con.

No Heroes, No Saints, No Leaders, No Gurus — Just Us

  • “If you have a hero, look again.  You have probably diminished yourself in some way.”

– Sheldon Kopp, from his book,  If You Meet The Buddha On The Road, Kill Him

  • “He must increase, but I must decrease…He who comes from heaven is above all.”

John 3:30-31 (King James Version)

  • “Deutschland, Deutschland, uber alles,”  (“Germany, Germany above all”)

Former First Line of the German National Anthem (No longer in use)

What do mainstream churches, fashion designers, appliance salespeople, cults, military recruiters, elected officials, New Age gurus, the “legit” drug companies, the diet pill industry, entertainment sell-ebrities and Dr. Phil all have in common?

They’re all peddlers.

They may seem to be peddling different products, but they’re not.  They may seem to be using vastly different language, but they’re not.  They’re all peddling “answers”.  They’re all peddling ways to make themselves increase, and you (or, at least, your bank account) decrease.  They’re all peddling a break from feelings of confusion,ambiguity, and isolation that, at times, can come from confronting the burden of responsibility to make one’s own way in the world.

And in the course of their peddling, a very common sales pitch is used by all peddlers.  It goes something like this.

Part One:  Creating (In You) A Perception of Need (Preferably urgent need, in response to events spun as catastrophe)

In this stage, the peddler convinces you that you are much more flawed than your peers.  Messed up.  “Less than” everyone else.  Unprepared, and possibly at risk for attack/invasion/and end to your “way of life”.  Sick.  Dysfunctional.  Poor.  Alone.  Overweight.  Excluded from eternal happiness, destined (indeed, “damned” to eternal suffering).

Thus, the Jack Chick gospel tract and the supermarket magazine selling airbrushed ideals of impossibly thin women are (in essence) the same thing.

Both aim to convince  you that you are not good enough as-is, and that you need fixing.

Part Two:  Creating A Perception of Their Competence To Meet The Perceived Need

In this stage, the peddler convinces you that they have (or, at least, have access to) the material or spiritual object that will fulfill your alleged need and put you on an equal footing with your peers.  Included, not excluded.

Part Three:  You Are Temporarily Sated.

You feel well, because you suspect you should be doing better since you are following the lead of the dispenser of health and/or material/spiritual well-being.  At the very least, you have a sense of kinship or cohesion with the group of other customers who have purchased the services of your peddler.  You and all the other customers of your peddler are okay, are the “in group”.  Outsiders who did not have the wisdom of becoming customers to your peddler are the “out group”.

Part Four:  You share the “good news” about Jesus/Deepak Chopra/Sarah Palin/Scientology/Barack Obama/Thich Nhat Hanh/Fancy Yoga Retreat with others (or, perhaps more concisely put, you repeat Part One, only this time with yourself as the peddler!)

Of course, there are times in life when we need to consult people who have answers we don’t.   But I’ve always been a bit of a skeptic, at heart.  Even if someone has a good answer on one topic, it doesn’t mean that they have the answers to everything.  And most people and institutions peddling answers aren’t content to admit that they (at best) have only a partial grasp of the truth, because such an admission would only serve to weaken the customer’s brand loyalty.

I’m not advocating that we not make any purchases at all in the marketplace I’ve just described, but rather that we only do so after kicking the tires and looking under the hood.  That we continue to question the wisdom of our sales, because each transaction exacts a piece of ourselves.

Following up on the car analogy, Carl Sagan* put it this way:

“If we have an emotional stake in the answers, if we want badly enough to believe, and if it is important to know the truth, then nothing other than a committed, skeptical scrutiny is required.  It is not very different from buying a used car.  When you buy a used car, it is insufficient to remember that you badly need a car.  After all, it has to work.  It is insufficient to say that the used-car salesman is a friendly fellow.  What you generally do is you kick the tires, you look at the odometer, you open up the hood.  If you do not feel yourself expert in automobile engines, you bring a friend who is.  And you do this for something as unimportant as an automobile.  But on issues of the transcendent, of ethics and morals, of the origin of the world, of the nature of human beings, on those issues should be not insist upon at least equally skeptical scrutiny?”

*In The Varieties Of Scientific Experience:  A Personal View Of The Search For God

(Author’s note:  I make no pretense of having any sort of grasp on capital-T truth.  I’m just searching — aspiring to follow capital-T Truth around wherever it happens to meander.  I welcome any and all polite discussion.)

(Bionic Cow) Papal Visit to Mo*Con

Having a blast here at Mo*Con .  Last evening was dinner, open-mic readings, and Maurice Broaddus’ birthday party.   Today will bring panels on faith (or perhaps better put, the lack thereof) as it relates to speculative fiction.

I’ll be blogging more about this fantastic little con in the next few days, but for starters I thought I’d post a few pictures from my reading.  Behold, Bionic Cow Pope!

Mass Market John Skipp Anthology To Include New Cushing Tale

Hildie read the news of Cushing's success, and feared for the fate of decency.

I am pleased to announce that John Skipp has purchased my short story “All I Really Need To Know I Learned In Piggy Class” for his forthcoming mass market anthology Werewolves & Shapeshifters:  Encounters With The Beast Within (due out this fall from Black Dog & Leventhal).

Werewolves & Shapeshifters is a follow-up to last year’s successful Zombies:  Encounters With The Hungry Dead.

Skipp has also acquired my short story “The Bureaucratic Nativity of Panda Christ” for a forthcoming “mutational” issue of The Magazine of Bizarro Fiction which he is guest-editing (also due out this fall from Eraserhead Press).

I’ve known about both of these sales for awhile, but have been keeping them hush-hush until I got the go-ahead from Skipp to announce them.  But then… um…he announced them (and, in the process, made some complimentary remarks regarding my work) on the BizarroCon thread at Shocklines.

With these two stories coming out at nearly the same time as my first book, How To Eat Fried Furries, it looks like my readers will have a busy autumn!

Out of Hibernation (or, “It’s My Schedule & I’ll Blog When I Want To”)

Can it be that it’s been two whole months since my last post? Last I wrote, there was probably snow on the ground, and today the fresh-cut grass is green and sweet, and the windows are open to air out the house.

Why the long gap?

I’ve been busy adjusting to a new day job and burning the midnight oil to write a novella.  For the past two or three weeks, in particular, everything has been frantic.  Get up, eat a quick breakfast, off to work at 7:15 a.m., work until 6 p.m. get home around 6:30 or 7:00, eat a quick dinner, start writing….stop writing around 11:00, 1:00, or 2:00.  Get  up.  Rinse.  Repeat.

Such is the glamorous life of an author!

Unfortunately, in the process I missed the Horror Hound Weekend up in Indianapolis (due day job commitments) and the housework has gone by the wayside during this whole time.  My dear, understanding husband has done his best to keep up with things, and I really, really appreciate it.  Today it’s been my turn to contribute:  folding and putting away laundry.

For me, just about every writing project is like this…there’s this intense flurry of activity (especially toward the end of the project) and then afterward it’s as though I”m someone waking up from a drinking spree black out.  Cans of carbonated water litter the house (and especially, my office…I’m addicted) and have to be rinsed out and recycled.  Various drafts of the work-in-progress have to be tossed.  I don’t realize how awful the house looks until I stop the writing and get a good look.

Yuck!

Anyway, currently it’s looking like Eraserhead Press will be releasing How to Eat Fried Furries this fall at Bizarro Con.  I also have a significant short fiction sale that’s in that ” I’d-love-to-be-able-to-talk-about-it-but-can’t-yet territory” — but I can’t wait to share the news here, because it really is the biggest short fiction sale of my career to date (!)

Obviously, I’m hoping to sell the novella I just finished up.  My goal is to follow this novella with another novella (to be done by the end of June), and then finish up the last six months of the year focusing on writing a novel.

So, that’s what’s up with me.

You?

Jeff Strand Reviews HOW TO EAT FRIED FURRIES

Jeff Strand, Author of BENJAMIN'S PARASITE & PRESSURE

It’s still a few months before the launch of my first book, How To Eat Fried Furries, on Amazon.com.  But it’s never too early to hear good news.  Jeff Strand has posted a positive review up on his blog (“Personally, I enjoyed every f***ed up page,” the Benjamin’s Parasite and Pressure author says).

Check it out the entire review at:   http://jeffstrand.wordpress.com/2010/01/30/how-to-eat-fried-furries/

Eraserhead Press To Publish HOW TO EAT FRIED FURRIES (And Other Cool Publishing News)

I’m pleased to announce that Eraserhead Press will be publishing my first book, How To Eat Fried Furries later this year as part of their New Bizarro Author Series. Fried Furries is a Monty Python-esque dark satire set in a world where farmers raise furries – yes, that’s right, people in animal costumes – as livestock.

The cast of characters is as motley and grotesque as one would imagine given such a premise. There’s the misshapen, proto-furry cast of the ’70s action-adventure show, Ferret Force Five. Chainsaw-wielding midgets. An invading armada of alien squirrels who cling to their second amendment right to keep and bear ray guns. Angels in biplanes. Louisville, Kentucky’s shady tea-houses where washed-up actors go to be flayed. The Amish and the even more despicable Pseudo-Amish. Reverse-Furries. Reverse-Reverse-Furries. And, in the end, a blood-stained panacea for the economic downturn that would make Thomas Malthus proud.

Whether an avid Bizarro fan or a newcomer to this cresting wave of weird fiction, you’re bound to be satisfied once you take a bite out of How To Eat Fried Furries. Keep your eyes on this blog for more news about this release as it becomes available.

What’s that you say? You can’t wait until later this year to get your Cushing-fix? Well, you’re in luck. I have two short fiction pieces I’ve recently placed.

My short story “Herman Sligo Is Flayed & Living In Louisville, Kentucky” appears in the hot-off-the-presses issue of the Journal of Experimental Fiction (issue 37). Editors Eckhard Gerdes (author of My Landlady The Lobotomist) and Jeff Burk (of Shatnerquake fame) put together a nice lineup for this issue that also includes Bizarro luminaries such as Gina Ranalli, Mykle Hansen, Kevin L. Donihe, and that wunderkind Cameron Pierce. The Journal is available for purchase on Amazon.com, – just click this link http://www.amazon.com/Bizarro-Fiction-Journal-Experimental-37/dp/1884097375/ref=sr_1_9?ie=UTF8&s=boo

Also, my short story “Youth to Be Proud Of” will appear in a forthcoming online issue of the absurdist zine Bust Down The Door & Eat All The Chickens. I’ll be posting a link to that one once it becomes available.

There’s also a huge short fiction sale that I’m not quite able to talk about yet, but I can’t wait to share the news with you once I can. I’m pretty psyched about it.

Okay, so that’s enough publishing news to sate y’all for awhile. In the meantime, I’m continuing to work on my novella (which I’m about 1/3 of the way through right now). My plan is to then embark on a novel. These are exciting times. I am just so grateful to be alive, writing, and starting to find my audience.

Happy Sicksgiving

It’s Thanksgiving Day, and I had a terrible head and chest cold (oh, and laryngitis to boot).

I hate being sick any time of the year, but this really sucks.  The good news is that I have not run a fever at all, so no worries that it’s flu.

This might be a good day to watch a little bit of the miniseries adaptation of The Stand.  :)

More Pictures of Bionic Cow Santa

Here are some more photos of my Bionic Cow Santa character reading “Eating Disorders of the Living Dead” at The House of Oddities in Jeffersonville, Indiana.  These photos are courtesy of Michele Lee (author of Rot).

Make sure to check out Michele’s thought-provoking blog at  http://www.michelelee.net/

Bionic Cow Santa action shot

Bionic Cow Santa Claus (Patron Saint of Bulimia)

bionic cow audience reaction

The Audience Absorbs the Yummy Weirdness Which Is Bionic Cow Santa

Reading "Eating Disorders Of The Living Dead"

Reading "Eating Disorders Of The Living Dead"

Bionic Cow Mantras

Bionic Cow Santa's Mantras: "Bony Is Sexy!", "Starvation = Hawt", "Puke Is Your Friend"

Just Back From My Reading in Jeffersonville, IN

Bionic Cow SantaHi folks.  I had a super time reading my poem “Eating Disorders of the Living Dead”  at The House of Oddities in Jeffersonville, Indiana.

The performance was relatively well-attended, and audience members came up to me afterward and told me they enjoyed it.  This was the second outing for my Bionic Cow Santa Claus character (the first try being a performance in the Bizarro Show Down last month in Portland, Oregon).

Lots of people took lots of photos of this performance, and I look forward to posting them as they become available…but here’s a first glimpse of the changes:  me trying to drum up a little bit of business by waving to passersby.

Bionic Cow Close Up

A Close Up Look At Bionic Cow Santa

And here’s a close up of the mask itself.  I made several changes between my performance at the Bizarro Show Down and this performance, and I think they really paid off!

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