December 12, 2024

Basic Animal Responses

Okay, let’s talk about animals for a minute, and how we respond to those animals. Just some random thoughts I’ve had that sort of coalesced over the years. Take them as you will.

It’s a pretty basic human reaction to pat a dog. If a dog walks up and bonks their head on your knee, you give them a pat on the head or a scratch behind the ears or maybe a full belly rub depending on said dog’s position at the moment. It’s something most of us do by instinct, and we usually want to do it so bad we’ll end up asking complete strangers for permission to do it. It’s almost like a reflex action. Dogs. Pets.

In fact, it’s such an ingrained thing, it’s kind of unusual when someone doesn’t want to pat the dog. Sure, there’s some folks who might refuse for health reasons, possibly emotional ones, but overall… if someone doesn’t want to pet the dog, it makes us wonder a bit, doesn’t it?

That’s why I laughed when, many years back, I saw a skit where Benny Hill described a horrific movie about a man on a blood-soaked rampage of violent revenge that bordered on torture porn, which the comedian then called “a loving tale of warmth and compassion.” When the interviewer asked him about this, Hill grinned and said, “At the end, as he’s leaving, he pats the dog on the head.”

Now remember this. Patting the dog. We’re going to come back to it later.

There’s a writing term you’ve probably heard called saving the cat. It was coined by screenwriter Blake Snyder in his book titled (wait for it) Save The Cat! No, I’m serious. There’s a lot to be said about the book, but for our purposes right now, let’s focus on that title phrase and what it means.

Saving the cat is when my protagonist does something—usually something small and simple—that assures us they’re a decent person. It’s a narrative shorthand that tells us this is someone we should be rooting for. Helping a neighbor. Feeding a stray. Giving the other half of their lunch to someone. Making a point of leaving a good tip, even if they can’t really afford it. And yes… maybe even saving a cat.

Two things about this I think are worth mentioning. First, these things don’t need to be directly linked to my plot. Personally, just me, I think it’s a little better when they’re not, or only very loosely at best. It’s not something plot-driven, it’s something character-driven. They’re just random, relatable events that show my character (or characters) in a good light.

Second, whatever this moment is, it should happen kinda early in the story. This is a logic thing. By the time we’re halfway through my story, my audience should have a pretty good handle on the protagonist. It’s kind of late for me to give them a little nudge. I’m not saying my characters can’t leave a nice tip or feed a stray at this point (you should always tip well and feed strays), but by now this is just going to be part of their established character, not something shaping how we feel about them. After all, things have different emotional weight depending on where they happen in a story. Make sense?

Now, what’s funny about this is Snyder got the term “saving the cat” from the movie Alien. At the end of the film, the crew decides to blow up their ship to kill the alien and our heroine Ripley makes a point of grabbing the ship’s cat, Jonesy, and getting him to the shuttle rather than leaving him behind. The cat is saved and screenwriting manuals are changed forever.

But the thing is… this happens in the last half hour of the movie. We’re ninety minutes into it. If somebody haven’t figured out Ripley’s the hero at this point, I don’t know if seeing her save Jonesy is going to change anything for them. So the very act saving the cat is named after… isn’t really a save the cat moment.

And all of this brings us back to patting dogs.

There’s a weird moment a lot of <cough> less well-developed stories have that usually involves an antagonist being redeemed in some way. And this redemption is often tied to them doing something… well, really minor. They went on that blood-soaked rampage and murdered hundreds of people but heeeeey, they scratched that good boy behind the ears so I guess they’re okay. All’s forgiven! It’s a weak excuse to switch a character from villain to hero for… reasons.

I call this patting the dog (from the previously-mentioned Benny Hill skit). There’s two key things that give it away. First is that it’s trying to make us change how we see a character, and that change is almost always from negative to positive. Saving the cat is trying to establish our perception of a character, but patting the dog is usually trying to reverse it. And doing so in a clumsy, unnatural way that doesn’t match up with everything else we’ve seen the character do.

Second is that patting the dog almost always happens much later in a story. Again, logic. If I’m trying to change your thoughts on a character, you need to have existing thoughts on a the character. I have to have built them up as one thing before I can change them to something else. So patting the dog is very much a third act sort of thing.

And I’m not saying characters can’t have a big change over the course of a book. But that’s just it. When someone’s patting the dog, it isn’t over the course of a book, it’s happening all at once. It’s a switch flipping and now things are different.

Y’see, Timmy, these two ideas often get lumped together, and I hope I’ve helped you see they’re very different things. One’s a useful tool and one… I probably want to avoid.

So maybe I want to look at that little story beat from my current work in progress and see which category it’s in. Does it happen earlier or later in my book? Is it helping my readers get to know a character or trying to make them think differently about said character? And if it’s trying to make them think differently, is it doing it in a believable, natural way?

Those are some questions I’ve been asking myself lately, anyway.

Next time… I don’t know. Maybe I’ll get to squeeze in some quick thoughts about the holidays? But if not, I guess we’ll be doing the end of the year wrap up.

Until then… go write.

December 4, 2024 / 3 Comments

Cyber… Wednesday Recs

Is Cyber Monday even a thing anymore? I mean, Black Friday starts on Monday or Tuesday at this point. then spills over the whole weekend and two or three days into the next week. Is it just the Black Weeks? Cybercember?

Anyway, I’ve got a few holiday recommendations for you to check out at your friendly local bookstore, if you’re so interested. Just some things I read this year that I really enjoyed and I thought some of you may enjoy, too. Or maybe someone you know would enjoy them.

I mean, assuming you’ve already given them all of my books

How To Make A Horror Movie and Survive by Craig DiLouie – the other movie-related horror book that came out this year. Craig’s book is a beautifully gory, disturbing story about Hollywood and how obsessive some artists can get and what they might be willing to do in the name of art. As someone who worked in the film industry for many years, I found too many parts of this book completely believable.

Chronicles of the Lazarene by Charles Soule– this is a companion book to The Endless Vessel, which came out a year earlier. They tell the story of a mysterious research ship (for lack of a better term) that’s been sailing the seas for almost three hundred years now. They’re absolutely both worth reading, but I have to admit… I kiiiiiinda like this one a little better.

What If… — three different books, technically all stand-alones, although there’s a thread weaving through them that’s much more obvious by the third book. What If… Loki Was Worthy (by Madeleine Roux), What If… Wanda Maximoff and Peter Parker Were Siblings (by Seanan McGuire), and What If.. Marc Spector Was Host To Venom (by Mike Chen). They thread the line between comics and the MCU, and have some fantastic easter eggs, so they’re great for casual fans or die-hard ones. Full disclosure–Mike named one of Jake Lockley’s informants after me, but that didn’t influence this recommendation. But I am now Marvel canon!

California Bear by Duane Swierczynski –a wonderfully twisty and deranged crime novel about a man released from prison to help an idiot ex-cop, his brilliant daughter, and a reality show based on a legendary serial killer. And honestly, saying anything more than that would be telling. Just trust me, you’ll love it.

A Brief History of Flowers by Advolly Richmond—okay, this probably seems like an odd one but… it’s just what the title says. It’s a collection of short historical anecdotes about how different flowers ended up becoming garden favorites, how they were named, weird stories around them, and it’s all kind of fantastic. Great for history lovers or garden lovers.

Atomic Robo by Brian Clevenger and Scott Wegener ended up being my comfort read this year. Reads, really, as I went back over older books and read some newer ones. It’s the ongoing tale of a sentient, indestructible robot created by Nikola Tesla and the team of scientists and adventurers he’s gathered around himself over the years. It funny, exciting, a little creepy at times—really it’s just absolutely perfect. You can pick up almost any volume and read it as a stand-alone, or start with Atomic Robo and the Fightin’ Scientists of Tesladyne.

I know that’s not much, but I shamefully admit I didn’t read as much as I wanted to this year. And a good chunk of what I did read was stuff that’s not coming out until next year. So if you wanted to preorder some things (gifts of Christmas Yet To Come) I’d highly recommend Coyote Run by Lilith Saintcrow, The Contest by Jeff Macfee, and Two Truths and a Lie by Cory O’Brien.

Also, just in case you missed it, I’m running my usual Black Friday offer for whoever may need a little help this season.

And shamefully, once again, please feel free to give any of my books as holiday gifts. Give lots of them. In multiple formats. I can make recommendations, if you need them.

Next time… the truth about cats and dogs.

Until then, go write.

December 2, 2024 / 6 Comments

November Newsletter

A quick reminder that you could subscribe to the newsletter and get my random monthly thoughts and updates mailed right to your inbox two weeks before they show up here. And if you don’t want to get them, no problem. Just don’t subscribe, then throw a tantrum and write a “hurr hurr, me clever” email when I write about something you don’t like.

Not that anyone did that over this month’s newsletter…

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Well, in so many ways this is not the November newsletter I originally thought about writing.

I’m guessing a lot of you, like me, are sort of in post-election shock. Some folks are kind of numb. Some are (rightfully) scared. Some are just yelling and pointing fingers. I was talking with my partner this morning, trying to figure out where the past month went, and she pointed out that we both were sort of numb for the two or three days before the election and the four or five after it. So there’s that.

Honestly… I’m not sure what else there is to say about the whole mess that hasn’t been shouted a hundred times in the past ten days. It’s going to be bad. Lots of people are going to get hurt. A lot of people are probably going to die, directly or not-so-indirectly. I’m going to keep doing everything I can to help people. I hope you will, too.

Speaking of loss and grief…

Our cat Julius died six weeks ago, not long before I sent out the last newsletter. I know people like to use euphemisms like he passed, he went to sleep, he’s at peace now. But he died. That’s what happened. He was sick. He’d been slowly wasting away for over two months (cancer sucks, especially for FIV cats), but he only knew he was getting pampered constantly with attention from everyone. His condition took a sharp dive at the end, and we were glad we did things when we did. He never suffered. He was him until the end, and he got to die at home, which was probably a lot rougher on us than on him.

I know a lot of folks share this sort of loss in the moment, and social media makes it really easy to do that, but the simple truth is I didn’t want to. I don’t like to share negative stuff in general, but I also didn’t want to dilute it. It was my grief. It was the last thing I’d ever have from Julius, and—no offense—I didn’t want to lessen it by sharing it with a bunch of strangers. It was mine, and I wanted to wallow in it all on my own. I posted one of our last pictures of him, but that was more for me than any of you. I’m only talking about it now because… well, to be honest, I wanted to point out that sometimes it’s okay not to share stuff. There’s lots of things I don’t talk about on social media, and the Peter Clines you see is the a curated, hopefully slightly better version of me (who still makes mistakes, but fewer very public mistakes).

And speaking of social media…

(wow, this newsletter’s had some great transitions)

The great Twitter eXodus seems to finally be happening. Millions of folks flowing to Bluesky over the past few days (seriously, millions). I’ve been there for a year now and highly recommend it. It’s made me very aware of how much the Twitter algorithms were shaping my online experience. And how much they’d been shaping my online reactions/ behaviors/ expectations. Feel free to come find me there and leave all those bad habits behind.

And wow… as I’m typing this out it’s just a solid page of kind of gloomy topics. Let’s get to the happier stuff you actually signed up for.

I just completed my editing pass on God’s Junk Drawer. Like, last night, as I’m writing this now. Toni, the editor, made some smart observations about a few things I’d inadvertently set up and a few places I’d gone a little excessive with… well, you’ll find out next year. Anyway, she already thought it as pretty tight, but we still managed to cut another 4000 words out of it (maybe 16-20 pages, depending). I’m really happy with it. At this point we’ll probably do one last back-and-forth, make sure we agree on everything, and then it’s one step closer to being in your hands or ears or however you absorb books.

Worth noting I am very tentatively thinking of a west coast/ New England signing tour for this book. It’s all going to depend on finalized dates and where things fall, but… I’m thinking about it. I’ll talk about it a little more when I’ve got more information.

And this means I can get back to TOS, my current work in progress. I’d hoped to do a little bit of light work on it while I was doing God’s Junk Drawer edits, but with all the election static in my brain (see above) I… didn’t. So it’ll be my main focus for the next two or three weeks.

Also, as some of you might already know, I have a story in the new issue of Weird Tales! This is the bucket list project I’ve mentioned a few times, and I still have trouble believing it actually happened. When I first started to get this vague sense of writing and publishing (way back as a pre-teen aspiring writer) one thing I noticed was how often Weird Tales cropped up in the forewords and afterwords for this author and that author. It was where soooo many legends got their start. Even when my writing career actually took off and I became something of a low-level name, the idea was in the back of my mind but ha ha ha let’s be real. I’m never going to be in Weird Tales. So thanks to Jonathan Maberry for reaching out and seeing if I had a story that might fit this issue’s theme.

Oh, yeah. The story. It’s called “Straw Man” and it’s about a pair of location scouts who run into a few problems when they’re checking out a small town for a movie. And one or two of you might catch something familiar in it…

And here’s another reminder for Combat Monsters, the anthology I’ve got a new Carter and Kraft story in. It actually got a nice write-up in Publisher’s Weekly, and they mentioned “The Night Crew” (my story). It’s out on February 11th.

What else have I got for you…?

Cool Stuff I’ve Been Watching
Kevin Smith’s The 4:30 Movie was sweet and nostalgic and kind of painful, in a certain way. The end of Star Trek: Prodigy was really wonderful, and I think it’s a shame it got abandoned so quickly by so many people (including some at Paramount). It did strike me, I wonder if it was partly because of perceived potential conflict with their new Starfleet Academy show? Ahh well. Also, between this and She-Hulk, I’m absolutely loving Jameela Jamil’s villain phase.

Cool Stuff I’ve Been Reading
Very little (again, see above). In fact, I realized this morning I completely missed a blurb deadline for someone (so I’ll be writing an apology email for that). Did get to read Mike Chen’s new What If.. book just before Halloween (What If… Marc Spector was Host to Venom) and it was a lot of fun. Also found out Mike gave me a little cameo as one of Jake Lockley’s web of informants, so that was nice.

Cool New Toys
My Operation: Monster Force figures finally showed up and they are fantastic. So many options. The worst thing about them is they’re making me rethink how I want to set up shelves when I redo my office sometime in the near future. That and I want the next wave here now.

And I think that’s it for this month. Sorry it wasn’t as upbeat as some have been. So many thanks, as always, for subscribing to this nonsense.

November 29, 2024 / 4 Comments

Black Friday XI – The Offer

Okay, this may feel random to some of you, but it’s sort of a tradition I’ve got here. I’d like to interrupt your post-Thanksgiving shopping stress with a little tale of poverty and capitalism and hope.

And then… I’d like to make some of you an offer.

My partner and were full time aspiring writers in Los Angeles for many years. For a good chunk of it, she was far more successful than me, although I was bringing in bare-bones rent money with some of my film journalism and movie reviews, selling an occasional short story here and there. Even sold my first book for a very small advance. We weren’t living great, but we managed our balancing act and we were happy.

The problem with a balancing act, of course, is it doesn’t take much to make you fall. And once you fall, well… it can be really tough to get back up to that highwire. If you ever can. At one point the magazine I was writing for hit financial problems and got very slow about paying. We had a bunch of totally normal “unexpected” expenses—minor car repairs, sick cat, random bank fees. And then just like that… we were falling.

We were below-the-poverty-line poor for three solid years. And whenever I say that someone laughs and says “oh, ha ha, couldn’t afford the latest shiny toy?’ To which I say, no, we couldn’t afford food. We did all of our shopping at the 99 Cent Store. We stole toilet paper from the library when we went there to use the internet. Our phone was shut off. We couldn’t turn the heat on.

We were so poor, at one point Shane-frikkin’-Black offered to sit down with me over coffee and do an interview for the magazine and I had to turn him down. I made up some crap excuse rather than admit I didn’t have enough money to buy a coffee, and possibly not even enough for gas to get me across the city to where he was.

I literally didn’t have enough money to go to work.

Being poor is just ongoing tension. It’s a constant feeling of being trapped and powerless. Of being painfully aware of what you don’t have and what you can’t do. Of having no agency, as some might like to say.

And these days—hell, for the past decade or two—some folks have made it very clear that they judge you because of that. They find you lacking as a person because of your poverty. Because of what you’re unable to do.

All these feelings are even worse at the holidays. Because so much of the holidays is about giving, and when you’re poor you just… you’ve got nothing to give. It doesn’t matter how much you care about someone, it doesn’t matter how much you want to do for them. It doesn’t matter because you’ve got nothing.

And again… you can feel people judging you over it. At every office party or gathering of friends or family dinner. There are folks judging you for being trapped and powerless.

It really sucks. I know. I remember. I’m in a much better place now—thanks mostly to all of you reading this—but I still feel that clench in my gut any time my card doesn’t immediately go through at the register.

So if I can help some of you avoid feeling that gut-clench this season—the low I had to feel for those Christmases—I’d like to do it.

Here’s the offer. If you’re in a bad place and can’t afford gifts for your family or friends, shoot me note at my old business email– PeterClines101@yahoo.com. I’ve got about a dozen random books I’ll autograph to whoever you want and mail out to you so you’ve got something to give this season. Or I can send it to that someone else, if you need it shipped. I could even gift wrap it. No cost, no strings, just me helping you. I’ll send them out for as long as the books last. You can request a specific book but I can’t promise anything on that end. Like I said, random.

Oh, and I’ve got a few audiobook sets, too. The ones that are a wallets of CDs? If audiobooks work better, just say so. I still can’t promise which one you’ll get, but if it’d be better for your chosen person, let me know.

Just to be clear, this offer isn’t so you can recommend someone who might like a free book. You could do that—go get them a book. This is for those of you who need some help getting gifts for others. The people who are cutting back on everything, and feeling trapped because they can’t afford gifts for family or friends.

And look, every year a few folks read this and offer to chip in and help out. I’ve got it, but thanks. And hey, again, you can go be fantastic people all on your own. I guarantee, there’s a toy bank or gift bank or food bank or a homeless shelter or some kind of program within ten miles of you right now that could really use your offer of help–either actual help or throwing them a couple bucks. You could go help out in your own community..

Also… I’m doing this on the honor system, so if you’re just trying to save yourself some money or score an autographed book… well, I won’t be able to stop you. Just know you’re taking a potential bright moment away from someone who really needs it this holiday season and you’re an awful person for doing it. And you’ll probably burn in Hell before Krampus feeds your charred corpse to a squale.

Anyway, please let me know if you need some help.

Happy Holidays.

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