supernatural. I just flat out thought that was beyond me. I write crime novels
about people doing awful things to each other, no ghosts or monsters or demons
in sight. But this Dead Man thing, I was watching it grow with awe. Several
friends of mine, also crime writers, got caught up in the fervor and churned
out some great horror pulp. And I was jealous. Really jealous. But…I couldn’t do that sort of thing, could
I? And not that they would ever ask me, anyway.
adaptation of my novel Yellow Medicine.
That magical, unlikely email asked me to write a Dead Man novella. Yep, one o’ them spooky, supernatural,
knock-em-out, fists and axes and evil spirits sort of books.
is no fucking way I can do this.
it in a couple of months.
ass back up the sheer rock face inch by inch.
punchy third entry in my Billy Lafitte series. I was riding high off some nice
reviews and decent sales of All the Young
Warriors. But then it was as if words and me stopped getting along. In
fact, those goddamn words were bullying me. Taunting me. And I didn’t know what
break the drought and get back to the normal flow of things. But it didn’t take
two months. It took nearly five, and I even went over the deadline by a week.
would come across as “The Shining, but on a frozen interstate.” One of the most
frightening things I’ve come across while living up north is the idea of being
trapped in your car on an interstate or highway due to snow and ice. You’re
surrounded by hundreds of others in the same boat, but you’re all little
islands of loneliness, seems to me. So what if some horrible virus or spirit or
[INSERT SUPERNATURAL THING HERE] was loosed on top of that?
in charge liked the idea. They just didn’t get the cause of it all. Something
wasn’t clicking. Two reasons for that: 1) I was trying to be a bit too ambitious
by tying some ancient evil from a previous Dead
Man into this one, hoping to cement a place in the “mythology”, and 2)
Again, I don’t do supernatural.
|Anthony Neil Smith|
diary, some Scandinavian settles in North Dakota who met up with evil Native
Americans from The Dead Man #5: The Blood Mesa who had
some more ancient evil that was older than Mr. Dark’s evil, and so there was a
killer on the loose and an Indian golum, and and and…
how bad it was.
outline process is that he is one tough son of a bitch when it comes to ideas.
He was shooting them down all night long. I could imagine his Grinch-like sneer
as my emails came in, rubbing his hands in glee as he printed them out for the
sole purpose of watching them burn.
happened. His heart grew three sizes…for the first half of the novella, anyway.
All the other historical/mythology stuff? I had truly wasted my (and his) time.
As bad as I thought it was. That doesn’t mean I didn’t try to save it. Of
course I did. That was a month’s work! But it came down to Lee telling me,
“Rewrite the second half. You’ve got a month.”
THING THAT PUT MY SUPERNATURAL THING TO SHAME, AS IT WAS MUCH MUCH BETTER
about how this sort of story works, what’s expected, how to subvert what’s
expected and still deliver a good fright. And best of all, I had to write about
fifty pages in a month.
been having good weeks. But still, fifty pages was within my window of doable.
damn thing worked. We went through a few
edits, not so hard at all, and then Jeroen ten Berge put together a killer
cover for it. This was actually happening! I was a Dead Man author! Not only that, but the turnaround on this book was
a few months—it would be out by the end of January. That, of course, continued
to shore up my already good impression of Amazon Publishing. They knew exactly
what they were doing.
fix the stalled novel, how to get a couple of other ideas I had into bed
together for yet another novel. I was thinking much more like a pulp
writer—write the damned story. Faster. Think through the first two drafts in
your head, put the third one down as the first. Hey, I did it once, I could do
and Bill let me play in the Dead Man toy
box, and I look forward to trying it again one day, maybe. In the meantime,
there’s not an hour I sit at the typewriter when I don’t think about how my
writing process has changed for the better after Dead Man.
travel plans through North Dakota in the winter, make sure to bring extra
layers, some gloves, a thick blanket, and a last will and testament. Just in