JP Spalding - SciFi 🪐🚀 Writer

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Scifi author seeking representation~ Writing a book about the perils of propaganda in orbit around a blackhole. Stories in Schlock! Magazine and Club Chixculub. First reader for RadonJournal Buy my novella about birds. Mybook.to/BTBW JpSpalding.com

"What is truth?" Draper muttered to himself. He could not share Clarkson's fierce hope when he might drown in all that raw data. More inscrutable noise for a persecuted species that KEPT demanding reason and understanding as it grappled against one that most certainly did not.
"No!" Reaper pounded the table. "I made you, Mr. Thorne. Plucked you from the depths of mediocrity. Gave you purpose. I saved your miserable life when your own kind tried to dispose of you. You belong to me." Finally the truth had come out. Draper was waiting for something like this, had wondered why Reaper had demanded he come here in person. His life was the one concession it was willing to trade anything to get. Draper was not a coward any longer. If that was the cost of saving his son's life he would pay any price. Somehow, he knew he was never destined to join his son out in the greater universe, fighting for the resistance. He had too much to atone for.
A somewhat ragamuffin looking Indian ring necked parakeet enjoying some whole wheat bread crust on the kitchen table
authorgfallen Have you ever finished a book and immediately thought, "Yep, I need to read everything this author has ever written"?
A large Milanote document too dense to read, representing detailed outlines of chapters, characters, arcs, and subplots
Amongst soothing and gentle white containers of shampoos and conditioners is an unassuming bottle of Cholula hot sauce
Children of Strife by Adrian Tchaikovsky
The moon and Jupiter
CREATE YOUR WRITER PLATFORM The Key to Building an Audience, Selling More Books, and Finding Success as an Author Chuck Sambuchino
A green fig with a big bite out of it
A large group of attendees sitting at picnic benches at Volt Coffee. Many laptops in the mix, some books on craft, some iced coffees
r/PubTips [PubQ] If an agent asks to see the receipts, am I wrong for feeling skittish? Agent requested to see the developmental notes, my planning, the architecture of my thoughts and some early drafts. Am I to assume this is a good thing, but also, I mean, come on, that's recipe. I understand the caution they must take these days, and I am inclined to abide. But at the same time kind of skittish.
"Nobody tells this to people who are beginners, I wish someone told me. All of us who do creative work, we get into it because we have good taste. But there is this gap. For the first couple years you make stuff, it's just not that good. It's trying to be good, it has potential, but it's not. But your taste, the thing that got you into the game, is still killer. And your taste is why your work disappoints you. A lot of people never get past this phase, they quit. Most people I know who do interesting, creative work went through years of this. We know our work doesn't have this special thing that we want it to have. We all go through this. And if you are just starting out or you are still in this phase, you gotta know its normal and the most important thing you can do is do a lot of work. Put yourself on a deadline so that every week you will finish one story. It is only by going through a volume of work that you will close that gap, and your work will be as good as your ambitions. And I took longer to figure out how to do this than anyone I've ever met. It's gonna take awhile. It's normal to take awhile. You've just gotta fight your way through." -- Ira Glass
Better to be torn to shreds in the accretion disk than face that horrible fate. A mercy, if one could call it that. The pod shuddered. The ache and whine of metal, as if the pod itself rebelled against the horrors of the monster that rose up to meet them. Draper squeezed his eyes shut, preparing for that final moment. Take care of little Caden for me, Jill. I'm so sorry I couldn't be there to see him grow up. To hold you again. To keep you both safe.
Me standing in front of the #BVUE sign and a metal tree stump art on a shallow reflecting pool
CLUB CHICXULUB JOURNAL VOL 5, PANDÆMONIUM
Pfp out in the woods of Washington state, wearing a Jurassic park shirt. Curly hair, beard, smug confidence unearned
Better picture of the gator!
Gator 🐊 in Lafayette!
Space shot above the atmosphere with the ship in the foreground and earth below, glare by the sun
Side camera on Artemis II 100mi from earth moving at 18000mph sun glare
A Boston terrier posed in front of a guard dog on duty warning sign
A cortado at Frenzy Coffee
Poster for Davis fiction writers
A physical copy of the Facades novella
A London fog, half-sweet, next to a laptop with an unfinished manuscript
100,000 snow geese in southern colorado seen through a scope
Sitting in a Mexican restaurant with fig the dog in front of a bowl of chips and salsa
A Boston terrier looking up at the camera wearing a tiny tactical orange vest
"I have brooded about this whole episode on and off the past three decades for it is illustrative of how an entire society can somehow plunge off course." Milton S. Eisenhower, first Director of the War Relocation Authority, younger brother of U.S. President Dwight D. Eisenhower, 1974
Speaker Fa’al presenting national negrographic
1615 Ogden Church
Cortado at Corvus Coffee
Fig out for a walk at Wash Park
An 11x11 grid of major characters and their relationships to each other. The top half is how they are the same, the bottom half is how they are different. It all adds up to a complex map of tensions between characters. Not all of them are POVs
A wet Indian ring neck parakeet giving me th stink eye!
Issue 221 of clarkesworld plus some treats
Dungeon Crawler Carl by Matt Dinniman
A dog looking right at you
An Utterly Correct Guide to Clarity and Style Dreyer's English Benjamin Dreyer - COPY CHIEF OF RANDOM HOUSE
Planetside consulting the possession of ares
ALL THE BEAUTY IN THE WORLD THE METROPOLITAN MUSEUM OF ART AND ME PATRICK BRINGLEY
IF ANYONE BUILDS IT, EVERYONE DIES WHY SUPERHUMAN AI WOULD KILL US ALL By ELIEZER YUDKOWSKY & NATE SOARES
Deciever by CJ Cherryh
Behemoth book two: Seppuku by Peter Watts
The Deep Sky by Yume Kitasei
Nucleation by Kimberly Unger
Rose/House by Arkady Martine
Rose/House by Arkady Martine Nucleation by Kimberly Unger The Deep Sky by Yume Kitasei Behemoth book two Seppuku by Peter Watts Deciever by CJ Cherryh if anyone builds it everyone dies All the beauty in the world by Patrick Bringley
It was fucking Ragamurt all over again. An entire world spinning out of control, slipping from her fingers like so much sulphureous dust. Just like last time, she could see the end coming weeks or months before with an agonizing clarity. Except this wasn't Ragamurt, this was worse.
Milanote outline for each chapter plus notes on the story arc overall
Dreyers English
Foreigner series