The Boy Who Cried “Fred!”

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If you’ve paid attention over the last five-plus years, you’ve probably heard me say something like this: “You know what, I’m really going to start working on Strin & Fred again. Like, really really.”

I’ve said it on podcasts. I’ve said it on this blog. I’ve said it to various friends and fans over the years.

And, you know what? I keep saying it, but it never quite happens. I start a family. I start teaching. I start a shared universe.

But, this time…I really mean it! Like, really really!

Okay. No promises. But I’ve been forcing myself to write a page or more every day I write. I’ve pushed other projects aside. And you know what–it’s hard.

Oh, sometimes I get in a groove. But every time I think I’ve got this middle-of-the plot, I-think-I-know-how-to-get-where-I’m-going roadblock smashed to pieces, another rolls down off the mountain, stopping me in my tracks. I love these characters, but getting back into the fabric of a story I published initially ten years ago isn’t always easy.

My long-time fans always ask, “Is it done yet?” I’m glad people like Strin and Fred and the rest so much. I really have no good excuse for why I’ve put it off so long. When the series is done (not if, but when), I hope it’s a great story. At the very least, it’ll be a record of my evolution as a writer. (Whether that’s good or bad, I don’t know.)

So, no promises, but I’ll keep plugging along. I won’t get fancy. I’ll just keep putting pen to paper, leaving my nearly incomprehensible scribbles on  page after page. I’ll probably blog about it, because as long as I’m talking about it, I’m thinking about it, and if I’m thinking about it, I’m unconsciously moving the pieces of the puzzle around in my head, and bit by bit I’ll get to the end.

And it’s a pretty great ending, for book 3, at least. One I’ve had in mind, in some form, for more than 10 years.

Maybe someday you’ll all be able to read it.

 

Temptation – (Trifecta Week 113)

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I thought I’d try something new this week and submit an entry for the Trifecta weekly flash fiction challenge. This week, the goal was to write a story of exactly 33 words using this word and definition:

worm –  to obtain or extract by artful or insidious questioning or by pleading, asking, or persuading —usually used with out of<finally wormed the truth out of him>

Here’s my entry:

Temptation

The spot will not out.

“My sin is washed away.”

How great your transformation!

“No — the worst sinner.”

Hypocrite!

“I’m crucified, resurrected.”

Screwtape hissed. He would worm out a lie from this saint.

The Call

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Recently, I was listening to a podcast from the Gospel Coalition and these older pastors were discussing what they wished they had known when they were just getting started in the ministry.

They mentioned how young pastors have dreams of changing the world, transforming culture, writing books, and generally leaving a giant mark on Christianity. But God tends to take young pastors to small churches and teach them to “feed my sheep”–love the congregation they’re given. That is the important work. The real work.

Now, being a writer is not the same as being a pastor, and I don’t want to overemphasize the parallels. But writers also enter the world dreaming to make it big, change people’s lives, have their words affect thousands and millions. And that may happen to some. But I think often we writers first have to love what we’ve been given, the beauty and truth that’s been revealed to us, the ability to do our work with integrity, the small group of readers we actually do affect.

The call to write does not equate to the call to a successful career in writing. It may. But the call itself is of first importance. We writers should focus on that first. The call to write is the call to communicate truth and beauty as clearly and as well as we can.

What comes of it isn’t really up to us, anyway.

‘Unremakable’ Virtual Book Tour – Feb 3-7

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After a holiday break, I’m actually up to some more promo from The Unremarkable Squire.

I know, I know, you’ve all already read it and loved it and wrote gushing reviews for it, but I’m sure someone, somewhere, hasn’t heard about Obed and his band of misfits yet. (Maybe they live under a rock. Or aren’t one of  the almost-a-dozen people who read this blog.)

Anyway, two things are happening the first week in February.

VBT_TheUnremarkableSquire_BannerFirst, I’m participating in a virtual book tour. I’m new to this sort of thing, but it looks like it’ll be a great time. There’ll be author interviews, unique blog posts by yours truly, and a surprise or two, so join me for a trip around the web from Feb 3-7. And tell your friends, too!

Here’s  the schedule:

February 3: Laurie’s Thoughts and Reviews
February 3: Journey of a Bookseller – review only
February 4: Welcome to My World of Dreams
February 4: For the Love of Bookends – promo only
February 5: Live To Read ~Krystal
February 6: Long and Short Reviews
February 7: Kit ‘N Kabookle

Don’t worry, I’ll remind you that week, so watch for the links on Facebook.

Also, there’ll be prizes! Stolen from the blog tour website:

Nick will be awarding a Winner’s choice of a $10 Starbucks card or a 4-piece box of Moonstruck truffles to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour, and a Winner’s choice of a $10 Starbucks card or a 4-piece box of Moonstruck truffles to a randomly drawn host.

Then, to cap things off, I have a book signing at Better World Books in Goshen, IN. If you happen to live up that way, or know people who do, I’ll be there from 6-8pm on Friday, February 7.

Here’s the event page for it: Event Page

So, once again, I’m pretending to be social and all that. Hope you’ll come along with me.

Derailed Trains Podcast Over the Hill

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Of the many Internet promotional activities I perform with less-than-stellar ability, at among the top contenders has to be the timely promotion of my podcast, Derailed Trains of Thought, on this website.

If you don’t know,  for the last few years my friend Timothy Deal and I have been producing a podcast examining the way we tell stories. It’s currently a monthly release. As of December 2013, we have 40 episodes. (We’re over the hill!)

That’s a lot of discussion, much of it helpful and/or stimulating for the creative person you are (or may know). Here’s the last four topics we’ve tackled:

If you haven’t listened in, try us out. I think you might enjoy. You can find us at derailedtrainsofthought.blogspot.com or you can subscribe to us on iTunes.

Take a Moment to Examine “His Death”

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It’s been rather silent on my blog lately. Besides the regular Internet absence brought on by the holidays, I’ve been working on things not ready for public viewing.

One, I’ve been preparing for The Unremarkable Squire blog tour coming up in February. That’s been interesting, since I’ve heard of these so-called “blog tours” without knowing much about them. Now I’m getting a firsthand glimpse of how they run. It’s kinda nifty. More on that later, I’m sure.

Two, I’ve got a ghostwriting gig, which is quite unusual for me.

But, since it has been so quiet around here, I wanted to stop by and share a story I concocted sometime in December and finally brushed up enough to post here. I have a growing collection of short story ideas, but this one just clicked at the moment and wrote itself in a few evenings.

So, I present to you “His Death” — HisDeath

Perhaps I’ll comment on its inception later. Perhaps not. In any case,  one or two of you might enjoy it.

Oh, and Happy New Year!

Obligatory “Get It While It’s Cheap!” Squire Post

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Look, it's Obed!

Look, it’s Obed!

It’s snowing outside my window right now, and sure, you could go outside and traipse around or try building a snowman or start the-snowball-fight-to-end-all-snowball-fights, but eventually you’re bound to get cold, get inside, and get your hot cocoa. And then you’ll need a nice, warm book.

What? You don’t have one? Well, I might be able to help.

From now until Sunday, Dec. 15, you can get The Unremarkable Squire for half price. Yes, you heard that right! Imagine, a sale, in mid-December, just when you might need a book for yourself or some long-lost cousin who’s decided last minute to visit.

Here are your options:

If you like your Kindle, head this way.

If you enjoy your Nook, head that way.

And if you’re one of those wonderful people who like to hold dead trees in your hands, head over to my publisher’s website and use the coupon “TUESDAY”. It’s in this corner here.

Also, for further details, you can check this here page out.

Finally, if you already have a book, for goodness sake, go enjoy it. I’m finishing up some journeys on Mars myself and am enjoying it immensely.

Merry Christmas!

Peeking “Behind the Curtain”

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First, I have to confess that I almost titled this blog “Behind the Curtain of Behind the Curtain,” which would have been ridiculous.

Second, if you haven’t read “Behind the Curtain,” my newest short story, head over here to read about it or download it here: BehindTheCurtain-NickHayden. Most of what follows assumes you’ve read it.

Third, though it appeals to me to talk a bit about my inspiration concerning “Behind the Curtain,” I’m also cautious of adding anything to the work. A story should stand and speak on its own, without its author having to explain it. It might be best if I said nothing. But I wanted to write a blog, and this topic was the first to come to mind. So let’s keep it brief, shall we?

I guess I’ll just say this: the route from inspiration to first paragraph to ending to revision is a convoluted one. Inspiration can start a story, but it has a hard time of ending one until I’ve put words on the page and discovered what shape the flesh takes on the bones. And then when I find the end, I have to surgically alter the beginning to make the two halves into one complete and coherent beast.

So, where did this story start? In the Old Testament.

A few months ago I started jotting ideas in a little notebook, and many of the ideas came from verses I read in the Bible. What appeals to me is the concept, the hinted of the larger shape, that the verse holds.

In the case of “Behind the Curtain,” I was reading Exodus. Chapters and chapters detail the specifications of the Tabernacle. It struck me how much work went into a place only priests could enter. Then, the centerpiece, the Ark of the Covenant, sat in the Holy of Holies, where only one person, once a year, could enter.

Think of that–the heart of God’s great project, and no one can see it.

That was the inspiration, the kernel, the shadow of something large and mysterious I wanted to distill, in some manner, into a short story.

But how to make it a story? Well, that’s the hard part.

If it was easy, I wouldn’t have so many ideas in that notebook and so few new stories.

Maybe I can manage more soon.

“Behind The Curtain” – A Birthday Present

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Today’s my birthday, so I thought I’d give you a present.

I’ve been sitting on this short story for a couple months. This seemed as good a time as any to share it with you.

My only request is this–if you read it and you find it enjoyable or interesting, pass it on to someone else who might take pleasure in it as well.

“Behind The Curtain” probably isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but there are bound to be for whom it resonates.

And so, I present “Behind The Curtain,” a story about an artist who refuses to share one of his works.

Download the PDF here–>BehindTheCurtain-NickHayden.

Obscurity and Truth

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Whenever I’m confronted with the task of explaining some fact or idea in a straightforward, clear manner, I get a little worried. I’m good at academic essays, but when I want to condense some important but slippery truth, I tend toward fiction.

I was reading Pensees by Pascal a few months ago, and I found it interesting how often he mentioned God’s obscurity. I’ve never thought of God as a “hidden God,” but Pascal makes a pretty good argument that God has revealed enough to cause us to seek him further but not enough that all men are convinced by simple reason.

His explanation reminds me of Jesus’ purpose in parables, that those who believe might understand more fully and that those who were spiritual blind would remain blind. Wrestling with a parable draws us deeper into its meaning.

Currently, I’m reading Shadow Show, a collection of short stories honoring Ray Bradbury. Each author has notes at the end explaining how Bradbury influenced them. Margaret Atwood’s notes includes a quote from Elias Carnetti in The Agony of Flies (I’ve never heard of the man or the book) that resonated with me:  “To withhold meaning: nothing is quite so unnatural as the constant uncovering of meanings. The merit and the true power of myth: its meaning remains concealed.”

That myths and parables hide meaning, and yet attract the attention and scrutiny of so many, is a part of fiction I have come to appreciate. The art of fiction is to express meaning and truth in such a way that you swallow it almost without thinking. Unless you digest it properly, it just goes right through you. But fiction that is true–that is undergirded and fastened together with truth–can stick to your ribs far longer than some fact or statistic.

(Have I overused the eating metaphor yet? Let’s try a new one. Because nothing makes a good fact more edible than spicing it up with a freshly harvested metaphor.)

I think that’s why I tend toward fiction when I have some concept or epiphany lurking in my brain. To say it, directly, without ornamentation or clothing, just seems, well, naked, like a skeleton. The anatomists like it just fine. But truth is beautiful. It needs skin. And accessories. It needs to dance and fight and weep.

And, if you’re paying attention, it’s quite obvious what hold it all together and makes it move.

Because without a skeleton, it’s just a bag of flesh.