Nic's published works are now available for e-reader at Smashwords and Amazon. They include "Homeless," "Banksters," "The Necromancer's Gambit", "Nexus", and"Dag," along with "Whores: Not Intended To Be a Factual Account of the Gender War" and the short story collections "Ghost Dust," "Cinderella Shoes," "New Corpse Smell," "Cockfight," "Save As," "Cry Wolf," and "Analog Memory"
This blog showcases the ongoing and in-process work of Nicolas Wilson, full of wierd, fuzzy, wriggly things to tickle your brain. There tend to be several different projects ongoing at once, with their own posting schedules. Nic's publishing schedule briefly broke Nic's brain, but we replaced it with a melted Kit Kat bar we found under his toilet, and that seems to have him back online- better, even. Every November, check back daily to watch a novel birth itself in a month. Expect posting to return to its regular, if slightly assymetrical schedule outside of July and November novel writing marathons. 2014's project will be Next of Kin, a cyberpunk dystopia following a man chasing his brother's murderer.
So, sometimes life gets in the way of the best intentions. Schloctober got sidelined to deal with home stuff, NaNoWriMo prep, and a host of other little tasks. Stay tuned for some short stories and anthologies. Got a lot to announce, as it's ready for release.
I finally got back to the awesomeness of bad movies last night, with The Howling 3: The Marsupials. It was a great pick to return to my wannabe tradition; I laughed greatly. And I can't wait to watch the rest of the Howling films in the set I snagged. They're all later ones, and I hope they live up to The Marsupials' kind of schlock.
The acting is mostly silly, but it's of the, 'I got my college roommate and her brother to come act for us over the weekend' rather than the kind of camp you don't have to feel bad laughing at and with. But one of the subplots makes up for a whole lot of meandering plot and just plain nonsense.
First, the leading lady had a pouch. Like a kangaroo. They tie it in with an extinct wolf the Vatican asked to be eradicated as part of a conspiratorial cover-up. Apparently making her a were-roo would have been just too silly.
And the second part of her having a pouch is she has a pouch baby. And when it first crawls out of her pouch, it looks like a penis. Not the way carrots or rockets look phallic, but the way that if your mother walked in on you watching this movie, she would ask why that penis has a face. Promos for the movie about a rampaging penis didn't have as realistic a penis as this. And the best part? She strokes it. While it's laying on her pelvis. Then it crawls back into her very sideways-vaginal pouch.
It's gloriously bizarre.
I've been working a bit too hard lately. You probably haven't seen it because the products of that work still aren't ready for public eyes, but they will be soon.
And with National Novel Writing Month nearly upon us, I want to blow off steam, before I jump back in.
So every day through October, I'll be watching, and reviewing, some delightful piece of awful horror. Follow me on Twitter, too for periodic live tweets, but since I live in the dark ages of cellular tech and my computer is awkward to go to mid-movie with a wife laying on my legs and a cat on my stomach, don't expect much.
The little gem I watched last night, Carnival of Souls, kicks us off.
Spoilery Description: Imagine Sixth Sense Made to ape a Hitchcock film, badly.
So, in the Wilson house, we're bracing for a rough winter. The too-hot-too-long summer stomped out and slammed the door, and left us breaking out the caped superhero footie pajamas and procrastinating on turning on the heaters. With Halloween coming up, it's as good a time as any to break out of my writing, cooking, gaming rut and visit some fun old movies. So like a man-child of steel I bundled up and put on Carnival of Souls. The original one, not the remake.
Now, this film is supposed to be a classic B horror movie that pioneered aspects of the psychological horror genre, on a shoestring budget. Unfortunately, it was a fairly unpleasant watch experience due to some aspects of it that had aged horribly.
Sounded like audio for the entire movie was recorded in a single phone booth, with all of the actors crammed inside, which was doubly frustrating with the slow pacing. I knew my Hollywood-crippled attention span was shot when they showed the Welcome to Utah sign.
Welcome to Utah... so somehow this movie's going to get more boring?
Thankfully, it did get interesting in Utah, if only because shortly thereafter, my wife and I got into a debate over whether this influenced Night of the Living Dead, or Night Of The Living Dead influenced this. (Hint: she won. Never go to the mat with that one over details. You'll lose almost every time.)
The lead actress plays her vulnerability very well, but it's undermined by uneven characterization and bad performances from supporting characters. Her employer, a preacher, delivered one line that led to a million porno taglines- “We have an organist capable of stirring the soul...” and my loins.
Such a creepy delivery. His lines alone provided some disturbing ad libs that can not be printed in public.
At this point, both the wife and I were kind of giving each other sideways glance and asking wasn't there supposed to be a carnival in this someplace?
But no, there's romance with a two-faced neighbor who comes on sweet, but veers madly into emotionally abusive chauvinist territory with no explanation. IMDB tells me that the original cut of the movie was ten minutes longer than this one, taken from an edit for drive-in theaters. I hope those entire ten minutes were spent fleshing out that romantic 'conflict.' I actually kinda liked the dude, despite that, but whatever arc there was with him never really went anywhere, and that made the random aggression even more jarring.
About halfway through Dr. Exposition shows up. But just as quickly as he started to make some of the previous forty five minutes make sense, he wandered away from whatever the point had been. It's a movie about isolation, but ultimately I have no idea what it's trying to say, or even what supposedly happened. Just a carnival freakshow of bad makeup, incoherent characterization, unfinished storytelling, and some kind of religious mumbo jumbo about her not playing the organ right- church organ; get your mind out of the gutter- because she doesn't like people and doesn't have a soul like a good organist should.
In the approaching 100 years since this movie was groundbreaking, we've gotten inured to the twists and mindfucks. And the synopsis for the movie on the disk set spoiled almost all of it, so it was even less satisfying than it might have otherwise been. But that's giving it a lot of caveats to make it watchable in anything less than a state of utter intoxication.
It's psychological horror, in that after watching you will question what you are doing with your life, and possibly contemplate suicide.
My writing schedule kind of resembles a mad scientist puttering around his lab. Originally, Nexus 2 was intended for August release, and Kindred Spirits for October. They won't be very far behind that, but they will be somewhat behind that. Next of Kin, this year's NaNoWriMo project will eat up a good month, but other than that, I'm aiming to have them both out to you as soon as I can. That's meant several all nighters already, and will put many more in the future. But that's what caffeine is for. I think my blood could make an awesome vodka and Red Bull, for a vampire, at this point.
Both of them are nearly ready for ARC readers, so if you are interested in providing a review for their release, email me. NicWilson.Writer @ Gmail.com. Otherwise, stay tuned for news of the updated release date, and feel free to tag along for Next of Kin while you wait.
I decided I wanted to assemble an anthology of diverse high fantasy stories after reading about a fan of Game of Thrones. She confronted the author about a lack of diversity, and how much it hurts not to see herself reflected in something she loves.
Representation in media isn't about political correctness. It's about belonging. About feeling comfortable and accepted in your world. In that regard, I'm lucky. I'm already well-represented.
But I also grew up introverted enough to get a taste of what it means not to feel accepted, and to know how important it is when you find a story, or a movie, or a TV show or a song, that really speaks to you, personally, that touches you so intimately it becomes a part of who you are.
If I were a film or movie producer, I'd push in the direction of making more diverse casting and hiring decisions. But I'm a writer, so my instinct is to write. But the point wasn't for me alone to ponder what it's like not to be me, but for our community of authors to think about this together, and write different, more inclusive narratives.
If you're happy with Game of Thrones, I want you to enjoy it. The purpose of this collection isn't to attack the show, the producers, or Martin. It's to look at ourselves, and to tell stories that might not have been told, otherwise.
As to the specifics, I want the stories to create a cohesive world. To that end, I'm asking that people interested submit synopses ahead of time, closing at the end of November of this year. We're shooting for publication sometime in the first half of 2015. I'm hoping to be able to spend time during December to synthesize the synopses.
If I can figure out a way to link the stories together in a sensical fashion with minimal editorial interference, that's a possibility, but most likely it just means building out a shared sandbox where we can all play together. Essentially, I want to know the tools you think you'll need to tell your story, and create a world that provides them.
If you are interested in being a part of this project, email me or Katie de Long for specifics. My email is email@example.com, and hers is firstname.lastname@example.org . Please tell us whether you are interested in reviewing, submitting a story, or helping spread the word.