Welcome to my worlds!

I'm James Maxey, the author of the Bitterwood fantasy quartet, Bitterwood, Dragonforge, Dragonseed, and Dawn of Dragons, as well as a pair of superhero novels, Nobody Gets the Girl and Burn Baby Burn. (Click on the titles to be taken to Amazon.) My Dragon Apocalypse series combines both superheroes and epic fantasy, and so far three books have been published, Greatshadow, Hush, and Witchbreaker. The fourth book in the series, Soulless, is still under construction, but, I swear, it will see the light of day! I've also published numerous short stories, the best of which are reprinted in my collection, There is No Wheel.

This website is focused exclusively on writing. At my second blog, Jawbone of an Ass, I ramble through any random topic that springs to mind, occasionally touching on religion and politics and other subjects polite people are sensible enough not to discuss in public.

Coming out in 2014 will be my Oz inspired novel Bad Wizard, published by Antimatter Press. I'm currently working hard to finish up another superhero novel, Cut Up Girl. Watch this space for news!


Sunday, March 22, 2009

Everything I know about making it as a writer

Edmund Schubert and I will be doing a workshop called "The Business of Publishing" at the Regulator Bookshop in Durham on Saturday, April 4, at 3pm. Ed is particularly well qualified to speak on this topic, having made a living as an editor, as well as also being a fiction author with dozens of stories in print and a recently released debut novel, Dreaming Creek. My own qualifications include four novels in print, a dozen or so short stories, and a long history of lessons learned after years of stubborness and willful ignorance.

For instance, one lesson I learned is that stubborness and willful ignorance are valuable atributes for any artist to possess. If I had really understood the realities of the publishing industry to the degree I do now back when I started down this path, I probably would have been completely demoralized. My ignorance didn't come from a lack of exposure to the realities--I talked to other writers and heard again and again how tough it was to make a living selling fiction--but somehow, I cheerfully decided that their experiences had no bearing on my path.

And, I was right. Everyone's path is different. There is no single model to making money writing fiction that anyone can point at as the right path, nor as the wrong path.

I was talking to a friend this weekend and she asked what kept me going, writing for all those years without any promise of publication. I answered, only half-joking: Spite. I'd had enough people over the years tell me that I wasn't going to make it that any time I found myself faltering and thinking of giving up on my dreams, I couldn't help but hear them saying, "I told you so." Slogging on to avoid hearing these words got me through the toughest moments. When hope, ambition, and desire failed me, spite, shame, and sheer existential terror could keep me crawling forward. These things all congeal into stubborness, one of the greatest human traits ever to evolve.

There. That's everything I know about making it as a writer. We have 90 minutes to fill. Wish me luck.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Stellarcon

It's kind of last second to announce this, but starting tomorrow night I'll be attending Stellarcon in High Point, NC for the next three days. I'll be helping teach a writing workshop on Saturday and Sunday morning. As one is has never been shy about offering advice on writing, it's a good gig for me.

Stellarcon is perhaps the smallest con I regularly attend. (Trinoccon used to hold that title, but I'm not sure it's going to happen this year.) It's a good con for lounging around and chatting with folks whose subsets of geekiness overlap my own. Gamers, comic book readers, science buffs... plenty of folks who know where their towels are. (I can safely assume most people there will get that reference.)

Hopefully I can find a fellow Smallville fan to share my grief with. Smallville had been really good this season, with actions and characters of consequence developing nicely, but tonight they were back to their old ways, giving us an hour of drama that gets wiped out with a wave of a magic wand (or a magic ring, in this case). I actually saw this ending coming when the Legion left Clark the ring, but I thought at least tonights plot thread would play out a few episodes and build to a moment of real tension and choice on Clark's part. As it is, he didn't really lose anything this time around. Still, I'll stick around for the rest of the season, at least. I'm hoping Green Arrow puts in an appearance again soon.