Improvement

It’s still too early to say why, but I’ve re-read Risen in detail and am doing the same with Ascent. I’ve ironed out the odd little kinks, but what jumped at me the most is how much I’ve improved over the course of the series. I’m so much tighter, leaner, and more subtle it’s almost embarrassing to see how clunky I used to be in comparison.

It’s a bit tempting to edit Risen and polish it out, but I don’t think I’ll be doing that. That book was what it was back when I wrote it. Let my improvement as a writer be evident to the reader as they progress through my work.

What was, was. It made me who I am today.

Speaking of that, yes, I am working on my next book. I’m very much pleased with what I’m making, but what I’m not pleased with is my speed. I’ve got a lot of stuff to do on the side, which clashes with my decision to give the finger to the world.

Doesn’t the world see that I’m trying to work here?

Random Song I Like

So I’ve stumbled upon this.

I’ve always liked the original, and there’s been five trillion different covers since it came into existence (not an estimate; the actual number), but to see Cristina Vee do a metal version blows my mind.

I must contact her if they ever make a film about my work (-666% chance of that happening). She would make the best Rush ever. I’d even let them cast Nick Cage as the Nameless for trade-off.

What I’m Up To

With all these glowing reviews, Black Panther must be not only the best superhero film of all time, but also the best movie ever, period. There can’t possibly be anything wrong with this, right? No way that it’s just another stale turd that Disvel regurgitates down our throats with the command “Swallow.”

Glad we got that cleared up.

In other news, I’m writing and I’m consuming media. I’ve finally gotten round to seeing season two of the Expanse. Love this show. Excellent writing and characterization, both for primary and secondary characters. I must marry Drummer. Then we will make a bunch of emotionless kids whose only purpose will be to kill. It will be glorious.

I’ve seen this comedy flick called Killing Gunther. Critics say it’s bad. I say it’s quite good. It has Ahnold, which means that it can’t fail. A couple good laughs with some solid pathos. Reminded me of a nice song.

I’m listening to music from the Transistor OST while I write. Doesn’t really fit the mood of what I’m making but it keeps me going fast. As for the story itself, I’m off to a good start. I think I’ve learned a lot over these two years of walking the path of the writer. Time to apply it.

Yeah, I’m reading the first Witcher book. Figured if I’m writing about monster hunting, I might as well see how an established writer has done it. It’s quite fun but kinda rough. Might be the English translation, it’s atrocious. Geralt loves his combat pirouettes, but I guess it could be worse. It’s interesting how it took me two stories to figure out I was reading adaptations of fairy tales. For now it’s very different from what I’m trying to make actually, which is unexpected. Let’s see where it goes.

That’s about it. Off to the grind.

Stay brutal.
M. T. Miller

Hesitation

I’m sitting at a crossroads. I’ve been here for for the last couple months.

“What now?” I keep asking myself. My mind is on fire. I have more ideas than I can count or remember, and I want to turn them all into viable stories. But the book industry is a horrifying thing. It eats people alive and shits out books. More and more keep pouring out, quicker and quicker. It never stops, and most gets wiped away.

It took the Nameless Chronicle a bit less than two years to start selling reasonably. Two years of my work being continuously wiped from the book industry’s asshole and tossed aside. It’s maddening to think how much effort, planning, and money one can put into something only to have it MAYBE pay off some time in the far future. This is a task for only the maddest of the mad.

For me, in essence.

I’m now actually doing decently, and there’s been a constant upward trend. This is good. On the other hand, this still doesn’t suit my needs. I need greater success, and I need it as quickly as possible. If I keep spending all my earnings on editing, covers, and marketing, then in essence I am working for nothing. It is work I enjoy, yes, but not at all worthy of the ascetic lifestyle I have to lead to make it possible.

I’m rambling, so let’s summarize before I get even further from the essence of what I’m saying here: My next work should have immediate marketability, as opposed to the cult/sleeper hit potential of the Nameless Chronicle. I’ve already done the write-what-I-want thing, and it’s only started to take off recently. If I had to push two biplanes instead of pull one with a jet, I think I’d go full psycho.

So… go through with the Monster-Hunter-Age-Of-Enlightenment-Bloodborne thing (that I’ve already planned and structured out), or reach into something with mass appeal, like Space Opera? I foresee a massive surge of cyberpunk in 2019. and onward, so that might be the way to go. Perhaps a mixture of the two. There doesn’t seem to be a good answer. Everything can work and everything can fail.

I don’t doubt my ability to tell a good story and tell it well. I have eyes. I read and compare. For me, some degree of success in the future is, I think, inevitable. But the question remains: When? I’m not nearly as young as I look. If option A gives me earlier breakthrough than option B, then why take option B? Because I want to? I do, but do I want to dedicate 2 more years of my life to a series that may really take off in 5?

I don’t know.

So I sit at this crossroads and weigh my options. Time keeps passing.

M. T. Miller

Finished Deadhouse Gates

And I’m not sure I can review it. Words cannot describe how good this book is. Even if I write a spoilerific review, it can’t possibly communicate how blown away I am by the Chain of Dogs part.

Gardens of the Moon was good. Deadhouse Gates is magnificent.

Can’t wait to read Memories of Ice.

Cate Blanchett Should Be In Every Movie

Rewatching Thor Ragnarok has actually made it worse. I still hate it.

But the film does have one redeeming quality:

Hela Thor Ragnarok

Cate Blanchett as Hela. I love her looks. I love her character, and I love the way the plot let her have actual teeth (something usually lacking in Marvel movie villains). Of course I use the word “plot” in the vaguest sense here. This film is a clusterfuck in which everyone acts like a mentally challenged 10-year-old. But Hela was gold.

More Cate. I need more Cate. Preferably via direct injection into my bloodstream, so the effect lasts longer.