
- Totally bought this ’cause I thought it was called Diet Mountain Dew “Supernoun.” Susan corrected me. Apparently it’s “Supernova.” But c’mon, the font doesn’t make it a stretch. I know. I’m a geek.

One of my former writing professors, now friend, Daniel Wallace, asked me to write a guest blog post for his website. Took me a little while to get it together, but I decided to write about, well, what I know–sci-fi and fantasy. More specifically, I wrote about the importance of world building, of plotting and planning and prewriting in order to write a tightly woven narrative. So check it out! It’s up on his website, OnPineStreet. It gives me the teacherly tingles. And I likes it.
Daniel was a phenomenal writing instructor, and helped me tremendously getting “Nazca City Blues” where it is today and strengthening me as a writer. He’s always got a book recommendation on deck, and I value him both as an instructor and as a fellow writer/friend. So do yourself a favor and follow his website, too. He has a lot of terrific, informative posts up there.
So, I’ve finally got some interesting news worth posting about. Long story short, I have been hired to write at least one, perhaps two Young Adult book series. I’ve presented rough sketches of two stories to my publisher, both of which she liked very much. I’ve since continued to sketch them out, and if I may admit, am feeling pretty damn good about both ideas. One of them, most likely, will be a duology—a word I’m not sure the OED has canonized yet, but, we sling it around enough that they might as well. The other I’ve been able to break up into a trilogy more easily. Current plan is to spend the rest of this month doing some research (I should, y’know, probably read a YA book, so I’ve ordered The Hunger Games, which has come highly recommended even by established, adult-oriented writers) and getting all the prewriting work doing—scripting out longer, 2-5 page outlines of the narrative arc, creating character biographies, writing up some scene blocks, yadda yadda yadda.
Funny thing is, I never imagined my first major writing project would be a Young Adult book/series. If you’ve read anything by me, or know me at all, you know that I’m a Training Day kind of fella—I like the dark, the gritty, the gray. Most of the writing I’ve posted on this website shows as much, with the notable exception, and the only exception that comes to mind, being “The Lighthouse,” a father/son short story I wrote for my own father. Quite honestly, I’ve always maintained a bitter attitude towards the idea of “Young Adult fiction.” I felt it was insulting, and creating an unnecessary bridge between something like, say, the Goosebumps series or Boxcar Children or what have you and reading Star Wars/Star Trek novels or Lord of the Rings in middle school or high school. Though my mother insists otherwise, I don’t remember such a genre existing when I was young, and so my generation was forced to challenge ourselves as readers. But I’m always interested in tackling new challenges, and this Young Adult series provides me with just that—an opportunity to create the sort of fiction I feel, if Young Adults are going to subscribe to this section of the bookstore, ought to be reading. What I’d want to read if I was in their place. It also gives me the opportunity—and hold back your surprise at my sentimentality—to write something for my little sisters, Emily, Elizabeth, and Abigail. To create fiction I want them to read, that is appropriate for them to read (’cause they sure as hell shouldn’t be reading something like “Nazca City Blues” and what it is growing into).
At this stage, I obviously can’t say much about the stories. I hope to get the first book finished by the end of August. But rest assured, whatever the “Chris Holzworth” style and panache may be, it won’t be absent in these stories. It will very much retain my style, my voice, and my attitude. Just. With a lot less swearing, and perhaps less complex prose, heh.
Still, I’m excited. Friends and family are excited. This is a quirky arrangement, one in which I’m selling the rights to my works, but through negotiation my name will still appear on the cover. Honestly, I’m less interested in making any money from this (though I won’t complain about being paid to write these) and more interested in what it can do to help me get into an MFA program, which by December I will be farming out my writing samples to. Furthermore, I see it as an opportunity to get the hang of writing a longer work, constructing a cohesive narrative that spans 150-200 pages, and really just cutting my teeth as an author. It’s my foot in the door. It’s establishing my name. It’s helping strengthen my writing skills so that when the time comes, I can execute Nazca City Blues the novel more effectively—so that it can live up to the standards I want it to.
Naturally, I’ll keep any of y’all posted (as much as I can, at least). But for now, just know that—holy fuck! I’m writing a book! I’ve been hired to write a book! Craziness.
Back in December, I posted a excerpt from the major short story I’ve been working on for over a year now, “Nazca City Blues, still to this minute a work in progress. Because I intend to use the story as one of my MFA submission pieces, I’ve been putting a veritable fuck-ton of work into it, including burning the overwhelming majority of the past four days to revising it in preparation for an upcoming workshop. I thought it might be interesting, then, to repost the same scene I teased earlier–this time altered considering. I mean, it remains fundamentally the same scene, but I think that it’s been tightened up and, as recommended by my former instructor Daniel Wallace, reveals more about Naphtali and more about the world. Hopefully I’ve accomplished that. Thoughts always welcome.
But the point of showing you this is to reiterate the importance of drafting, drafting, drafting some more, and ceaselessly, tirelessly revising. As I’ve quoted before, “The first draft of anything is shit” (Earnest Hemingway). Stories usually don’t start to flesh out into something truly worthwhile until the third or fourth draft, and often don’t develop meaning until the fifth. Trust me on this–I’ve consulted a number of accomplished writers about the art of revision, including people who write for GQ. ALmost all of them agree: whether it’s an essay, a poem, or a story, drafting is essential. The way I personally approach the process is to write out the first draft by hand (though not always), print out a hardcopy, and go over it with a blue pen. I’ll repeat this blue pen process every handful of major drafts, applying the changes to the Word document. And when I intend to perform a major rewrite, inserting a hefty amount of new content and revisions, I like to print out the hardcopy of my last draft, open up a blank Word document, and write the story again from scratch, consulting the hardcopy, of course, but avoiding inserting new content like a square peg into a round hole, damaging the flow or cohesion of the narrative. Yes, it’s a time consuming process, but writing generally is (contrary to what some so-called writers might think).
Anyway, here’s Naphtali’s first fight scene from “Nazca City Blues,” revisited:
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Naphtali slipped back through the slums until she found herself on the far end of West Nazca, a few blocks shy of where the city ended and the Wasteland began. Where the Metal Demons lurked, where the remnants of the Ancients laid buried and the Restorians salvaged technology they had no business toying with, like their guns. Like the machine at Zarephath. When she reached the hovel she was last sure Ky kept, she entered without fuss, and climbed up splintered, dilapidated stairs to the fifth floor. At the end of the warped, rotted hall she found Ky’s apartment.
The door was cracked open.
Naphtali hissed inwardly, regretting not swinging by her place for her sword. Still she pushed on, approaching quietly. Reached out and pushed the door open a bit further, rusted hinges whining in strain, and slipped inside. Continue Reading…