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(no subject) [Jul. 29th, 2011|01:04 am]
Once again, the crossposter from warrenellis.com to this LJ account has died. It might be fallout from the DDoS attack LJ's supposedly been under this week, or from whatever unknown ballsup stopped LJ from working last week, or perhaps the internets have just given the fuck up. Who knows.

It's time for me to take LJ off the list of things I need to check once a week to see if they're working. The crossposter will be switched off for good in two weeks, and this will become a static account.

Please consider adding www.warrenellis.com to whatever feed reader you use. It's currently on low power while I focus on the novel, but it'll continue to pop every day or two.

I can also be found on Tumblr, and on Facebook, on Instagram as warrenellis, and, of course, on Twitter as @warrenellis.

My public "dump" email address is warrenellis@gmail.com, which gets checked every day, if you want to contact me.

Thanks for being around. Take care.

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Sneaker Pimps [Jul. 24th, 2011|05:23 pm]

Time was, back in the Nineties, comics editors who had a writing slot to fill on a mandated company owned comic would institute something of a foot race.  They’d contact several writers at once and ask them to write detailed pitches for the book.  Sometimes it paid, sometimes it didn’t.

I remember taking part in these on three occasions, back when I was a newish writer.

I remember being asked to pitch for a mooted BLACK PANTHER 2099 book at Marvel.  The book actually never happened at all.  I imagine none of the pitches were up to snuff, and they just killed the idea.  I dimly remember mine being a sort of terrifying “Fear Of A Black Planet”/Huey P Newton thing, with Black Panther Cells run from Marvel’s fictional African country Wakanda destabilising corporate-run America.  I think I used some of the stuff in there for my later DOOM 2099 sequence. I wasn’t happy at doing the foot race: I got paid, and my foot hadn’t been in the door that long, and I supposed this was just the way things were done.  But I had a feeling that maybe it wasn’t the best way to do things.

I also took part in a run-off for a BLADE comics series.  You didn’t always find out whom you were in competition with, but this time I’d discovered that I was running against my good friend Ian Edginton.  It was awkward, but we had a teddibly English gentlemen’s-manners thing about the whole situation, and I was delighted for him when he got the book.  Also slightly irritated, because I could have used the money, and as corporate jobs go it had some potential for fun and advancement.  But I’d obviously rather the gig go to a friend if it had to go to anyone but me.  I remember that Ian ran into problems on the book straight away.  And a few months later the editor phoned me and asked me if I’d take over the book.

I was young, and arrogant, and a bit of a prick, and I said to him, “No.  You should have got it right the first time.”  Which was offensive on a number of levels, not least to poor Ian, who did not deserve the inference.  But I didn’t get anywhere without having a degree of security in my own talent.  And I was pissed off.

The third foot-race I did was for HELLBLAZER.  My guts got in the way of my head.  I wanted to write that book.  I wanted a place to do British social fiction and work out a fusion of the British crime and mystery traditions, and, hell, I liked the idea of working on a property whose lineage included Alan Moore and Jamie Delano and Garth Ennis.  They are all greater than I am, by miles, and the little ego demon in my gut said “you want this.”

They gave the book to Eddie Campbell.  Which led to a comedy moment of me finishing up in a Glasgow urinal and Eddie, drunk off his arse, lurching into the room, seeing me, and staggering back saying “you’re not going to hit me, are you?”  Eddie fucking Campbell.  I still recall, quite vividly, the first time I read Eddie’s work, and my entire conception of comics to that point changing in sixty seconds.  Like I was going to complain about Eddie Campbell getting a gig over me.

A few months later, the editor phoned me and asked me if I’d take over the book.

And I said to him – and I considered that editor a good friend – “No.  You should have got it right the first time.”

Because, well, see above.  But also: what happened to the idea of thinking of a writer you like, and approaching that writer, and working things out with that writer?  If you need to put a body on a corporate-owned book, do you really want to do that in such a way that breeds several kinds of resentment at once?  Starting with the resentment born of having to knife-fight your peers for scraps in front of the landlord’s table?

So I said No, and I said No in a way that people would remember.  And probably talk about, since this is comics.  I don’t recall getting invited to any more foot races.  But I’d relatively quickly worked to the point I’d wanted to get to, where I could generate my own material and survive on it.  Of course, being in comics, I talked to people too, and it seemed like this method was going away.  I wasn’t about to take credit for it, but I liked not having to shout at people anymore.

(It still happened in videogames.  I listened to long spiels by at least two producers of major game franchises, asked them how many writers they were talking to, and then told them that when they wanted me to write for them, I’d take their calls.  Because I am older and hopefully less arrogant but, let’s face it, still a bit of a prick.)

Things did change in the 2000 – 2010 space.  (And when editors came to me with corporate gigs, they came because they wanted to talk to me.)  But you know what?  I’m hearing a lot lately about writers being put into foot races on gigs.  And not only do they not know who else is running for the job – but many of them seem not to be told they’re in a foot race at all.  Writers who assumed they were writing the gig are being told that they never had the gig at all, that other writers have been run parallel to them.  Even though they were put through multiple drafts.  They didn’t know they were in competition.

Not only are they fostering a creative condition where even Eddie fucking Campbell can’t triumph, but they are finding new and interesting ways to piss off more people than they’re hiring.  Now, comics has no shortage of resentful people –  but do you really want to create exponentially more?  People who can identify the exact individuals who fucked them over, and wait?

Commercial comics can be enough of a snakepit even in relatively benign times.  But bringing back a process both demeaning and creatively inferior, and just fucking lying to people about it?  I don’t like what that says about the next cycle in the field.  I guess the Nineties really are coming back.

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Everyone’s At San Diego [Jul. 19th, 2011|05:12 am]
Except me. I’ve been to the San Diego Comic-Con maybe four times in the last fourteen years, and the last time I was there for less than a full day, doing RED movie stuff.
San Diego: the comics business goes dark for a week. I used to look forward, a bit, to this week. With no-one around, I could sit and think about what was next, and it always felt like I was stealing a march on everyone else.</p>

Now, of course, I’m barely writing any comics at all, and I have sixty thousand words of novel left to focus on getting written. (I’m behind where I wanted to be, it’s been a shitgrinder of a month.)

Eric Stephenson of Image Comics wrote this very kind little note the other month –

http://it-sparkles.blogspot.com/2011/06/missed.html

– about how I’m not really present in comics anymore. And it’s true enough. Even that bloody documentary makes me feel like I’m sitting in at my own funeral. Are they screening that at San Diego? I think I heard something about a panel on the subject, anyway. That and getting the Eagle Awards Roll Of Honour gong were clear signals that my time in the medium was done, I think. I thought only dead people got that award. I’m mostly joking.

But that post of Eric’s did put me to thinking: this is the first year in a very, very long time where I’m not using the San Diego week to think about comics. It’s a strange thing, for me, to be done with comics. Especially when there’s so much left to do, that I will probably never be able to do. And on weeks like this, I wake with frustration, that I’m leaving the field with all the things I wanted to achieve half-done.

Oh, and: if you see Templesmith at San Diego, go easy on him. He’s been down in Perth dealing with some tragic family matters, and it’s been a really rough year for him. FELL #10 will be here when it’s here. If you want to buy a comic whose greatest virtue is that it’s really on time, buy a DC comic in September.

One last thing: if your SVK torch arrived inoperative, BERG have written this post –

http://berglondon.com/blog/2011/07/19/svk-torches/

– to apologise and explain why. We did tell everyone this was an *experimental* publication…!

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(no subject) [Jul. 17th, 2011|05:33 pm]

On July 9, I made my sole public post on Google+.  It reads:

Dear 1000 people who have added me to their circles apparently overnight: very kind of you to think of me, but the system is just not fine-grained enough yet to let me sort through you effectively. So I have to declare Google+ bankruptcy. Sorry.

Also none of you invoked me in the approved manner, which requires a bottle of whisky, ritual drumming, fire, two chickens, a bucket of eels and a nurse.

Neil Gaiman copied the post to his own account, and then deleted his account a couple of days later.  Totally understandable.  That little red notification button going off in Gmail every sixty seconds can get a bit maddening.  I just took a look at Google+.  Since I posted this, another 4000 people have added me to their circles.  It’s an interesting service, but it’s nigh impossible to find the people I actually know or am interested in within the flood of faces.  And the “relevancy” system is, um, not very good.  In fact, I summed my experience of that up as:

SCIENCE: I am actually probably not that good at it.  But I have the lab coat regardless.  And they cannot have it back.

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Robots Of Brixton [Jul. 17th, 2011|03:46 pm]

Robots of Brixton from Kibwe Tavares on Vimeo.

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Here Are Some Things [Jul. 14th, 2011|05:00 pm]

ABERRANT NECROPOLIS has been published.

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A collection of the photography of Ellen Rogers.  I wrote the foreword.  You can learn more about it here. You can order it here.

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Gardens and open settings feature often in Ellen’s images.  Drifting figures seemingly captured preparatory to some sky ritual or midnight mass.  Women overcome by the laudanum languor of a decadent life, drinking in the electromagnetic fields of sacred sites.  Perhaps bit players in an Aleister Crowley performance.  Seen smokily through time and space, reaching some alternate Biba moment, or a private film made in a world where Kenneth Grant could make a scene like Kenneth Anger, art direction by Austin Osman Spare…

Greg Rucka & Rick Burchett’s webcomic LADY SABRE AND THE PIRATES OF THE INEFFABLE AETHER has launched, at ineffableaether.com.

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I am not attending San Diego Comic-Con this year.  People keep asking me that for some reason.

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Met with the excellent Alex Garcia of Legendary Pictures to talk about GRAVEL.  Also other interesting people.  Also saw Ewan McGregor tied up a lot, doubtless fueling future gigabytes of fantasy fapfiction on the last two remaining LiveJournal accounts in existence.

Just proofed the first issue of SECRET AVENGERS, with art by Jamie McKelvie.

I am mostly off Twitter, not using Google+, in my Zone Of Seclusion and writing and planning and writing and writing and writing.

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(no subject) [Jul. 12th, 2011|08:49 am]

Further details will follow on her facebook page.

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(no subject) [Jul. 11th, 2011|07:11 am]

Work completed last week:

First draft of film treatment job codename INVISIBLE ZATOICHI: written and filed

SVK released in first print run of 3500: sold out

(people whose SVK unit didn’t work? email shop@berglondon.com)

Locked artist for fifth episode of SECRET AVENGERS run: done

Returning to work and remaining mostly offline: going

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(no subject) [Jul. 8th, 2011|10:58 am]

HERE: when there is “NEWS” or “CONTENT”

TUMBLR: the gathering of “THINGS”

FACEBOOK: “NOTES” and "QUERIES” and also “TUMBLR”

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(no subject) [Jul. 7th, 2011|12:34 pm]
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