Don’t Read the Comments!

Don’t Read the Comments!

Annie Reed

I’m still a big fan of The Voice on NBC. I love music, and I love watching (and listening) previously undiscovered singers get their moments to really shine in front of a national audience. Sometimes I get little snippets of advice from the coaches that apply to other creative arts, like writing. That’s a bonus. What I’m there for is the music.

Monday and Tuesday of last week were the semi-finals for this season. Twelve singers performed on Monday night, and Tuesday night the show whittled those twelve down to five finalists. Brutal, especially since this season all of the artists had the chops to make it to the finals. And like every year, some really great singers were left behind.

I searched through The Voice’s official Facebook page to find something I could share to congratulate the final five artists who’ll compete on tonight’s show. I found a congratulatory post that I thought might fit the bill, but then I made the mistake of glancing at the comments.

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Will Trent and Thunderbolts*

 

Will Trent and Thunderbolts*

Annie Reed

This week we watched the next to last episode of Will Trent for this season.

Will Trent is the brainchild of Karin Slaughter. I have several of her Will Trent books in my ever-growing to-be-read pile (now approximately the size of an elephant or two) on the strength of the ABC television show. The fact that I haven’t read the books yet means this little bit of late-night musing is based solely on the television show, not the books. In a similar vein, when I talk about Thunderbolts*, I’ll be talking about the MCU movie, not the Marvel comics.

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Killing Off Your Darlings

 

Killing Off Your Darlings

Annie Reed

Yes, I’m going to talk about That Episode from The Last of Us. I’ll put the spoilery stuff behind the cut.

But honestly, considering the sheer amount of chatter (and pictures) I’ve seen on social media in the last few days since the episode aired, I don’t think my caution is necessary. But just in case…

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Two Pauls on a Saturday Night

 

Two Pauls on a Saturday Night

Annie Reed

After another day of reading about yet more horrible things going on in my country, I needed a respite. A welcome break from the overload of awful.

In short, I needed a laugh.

I got it watching the Saturday Night Live 50th anniversary show.

I’m old enough that I watched SNL when it first aired ‘lo those fifty (fifty? Really?) years ago. I stopped being a regular viewer when life got busy. Parenthood, combined with a demanding job, meant that when I got a chance to go to bed early on a Saturday night, I took it.

Over the years I lost touch with not only the performers who made me laugh back then, but also with the newer up-and-coming additions to the cast. Watching the anniversary show brought home the fact that I didn’t recognize many of the performers or the origins of some of the skits.

Not that I needed to in order to have fun with the show.

Meryl Streep and Kate McKinnon were a hoot, made all the funnier when Jon Hamm, Woody Harrelson, and Pedro Pascal had to try so hard to stay in character instead of busting a gut in the middle of their skit. The brief celebrity cameos in the form of “questions from the audience” became a game of spot-the-other-celebrities who weren’t called on to participate. Deadpan Adam Driver in a hot dog outfit? Yeah. Funny stuff.

But two things really stood out for me.

The two Pauls.

Paul Simon, who opened the show with Sabrina Carpenter, and Paul McCartney, who closed the show (almost; he was the last musical guest before the on-stage group goodbye).

The internet tells me that Paul Simon is eighty-three years old. Sir Paul McCartney is eighty-two. (Garrett Morris, who also appeared on the show, is eighty-eight. Wow.)

Both Pauls performed songs they’re famous for. They might not have the same power and breath control in their vocals, but these guys are still out there performing. (Paul Simon retired from touring seven years ago, but recently announced he will return with the “Quiet Celebration Tour” in 2025.)

They’re doing what they love. In their eighties. Wow, indeed.

It’s inspirational.

The skits gave me a much-needed laugh, but the two Pauls gave me something else.

There are times when I look at my “I really want to write this” list, which I swear grows longer all by itself while I’m sleeping, and I wonder how much I can conceivably finish. Like I said, I’m old enough that I watched the original SNL shows when they first aired, and I didn’t need my parents’ permission.

I’ve written a heck of a lot, but there’s a heck of a lot more I want to write. It doesn’t help that I like to write in a bunch of different genres plus I suffer from butterfly brain, what I call my attention span which constantly seems to flit from project to project. Unless I have a hard outside deadline. (My writer brain doesn’t take self-imposed deadlines seriously. It’s friends with the butterfly.)

At the end of last year, I created a spreadsheet for half-finished and partially started major projects. Then I added rows for projects I’ve been thinking about writing/really want to write/have cool ideas for. I finally stopped putting new things on the list when it got long enough it would take years to get to just a small percentage of the projects on the list.

And that wasn’t even taking into consideration new things my brain would insist on writing in the interim.

I suppose I could map out a plan to take X number of weeks to complete this project, then X number of weeks to complete the next project on the list, and so on. But I know myself. My inner child, the one who comes up with the whacky ideas for my genre-blending stories, would rebel and immediately think of half a dozen other things she would rather write.

Or do.

You see, my creative side isn’t limited to writing, as evidenced by my sourdough baking phase over the last year and the fact that this year I have once again picked up my crochet hooks and knitting needles.

(Sourdough bagels are the bomb, btw. So are sourdough oatmeal raisin cookies.)

The two Pauls, though. They’re still out there being creative. They found a way to keep on keeping on. Even with all the crap going on in the world, they’re still making music.

I guess that’s the lesson. Be like the Pauls. Find a way, whatever way that is, to keep being creative. Find a laugh when you need it. Let yourself get distracted if that’s what it takes to spark your imagination and let your inner child come out to play.

In other words, throw the damn spreadsheet out the window (just don’t throw the laptop out with it) and be creative.

That sounds like a hell of a 2025 plan.

Two Pauls on a Saturday Night © 2025 Annie Reed

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Media-type Update

Brief pop-culture, media-type post.

I realize this season of S.W.A.T. is the last, and the show was renewed after Shemar Moore and fans convinced CBS to reverse its initial decision to cancel the series. Still… it feels like some of the regulars from past years are simply guest stars this year (budget considerations, no doubt), and after the last episode (sniff!!!), I’m definitely getting Forever Knight flashbacks.

Watched POOR THINGS last night. Now, I haven’t seen KILLERS OF THE FLOWER MOON or OPPENHEIMER yet, but damn. I see now why Emma Stone won the Oscar for Best Actress. Holy cats! This movie won’t be everyone’s cuppa, but I’m still thinking about it at random times today, which means it made an impact. It did not _quite_ end the way I thought it might, but it was still mighty satisfying. Also… holy sex and nudity, Batman!

Still enjoying RESIDENT ALIEN, GHOSTS (U.S. – renewed for another season, yay!), YOUNG SHELDON, THE VOICE, THE ROOKIE. CSI: VEGAS has been sort of “meh” this season. Enjoying what I’ve seen so far of TRACKER. Slowly catching up on the last season of PICARD. Looking forward to BOSCH: LEGACY coming back soon.

In the publications department, I have stories coming out in the next couple of weeks. “A Wish to Build a Life On” will be in issue #27 of Pulphouse Fiction Magazine. This story’s a very personal tribute of sorts to critters I was privileged to share time with over the years. On a different note, “The Protector” will be in Uncollected Anthology: Were-Creatures and Conundrums out on April 1st. Want a sneak peek at the cover? Here you go:

 

“The Protector” is available for preorder at all the usual places. Of course, if you want to read all the stories in Were-Creatures and Conundrums–and you really should since our guest author this time around is none other than the marvelous Mark Leslie–you can also preorder it at this link.

Rejection and The Voice

It’s Not About You

Rejection’s a part of life, especially if you’re a creative person who makes (or hopes to make) a living selling the things you create. The more stuff you send out into the world hoping someone will love what you created as much as you do, the more things come back to you, their wings a little singed and droopy, carrying a sign that says They don’t like me, they really really don’t like me.

Well, that’s not necessarily true.

Case in point: this year’s playoff round on The Voice.

In case you’ve been hiding under a rock somewhere (or you just don’t watch The Voice), this is Blake Shelton’s last season as a judge. After 23 seasons, he’s taking a well-earned rest from coaching some amazing contestants, trading barbs with Kelly Clarkson (and Adam Levine before her), and making hard decisions to send some truly phenomenal contestants home.

The Voice changed some things up this year. Instead of having America vote for the top two artists on each coach’s team to go through to the lives, with each coach selecting one final member of their team to compete in the lives, this year each coach has to pick two of their remaining five artists to go directly to the semi-finals. Maybe it’s because this year is Blake’s last and they don’t want only his artists to dominate the finals (at least one time that I can remember, three of the four finalists were all Team Blake), or just because the show likes to shake things up, or pick any one of dozens of other reasons known only to the bean counters at the network, the end result is that it’s up to the coaches to send three team members they’ve specifically chosen home.

To say that this has been hard on the coaches is an understatement.

Take what happened to Chance the Rapper on the first night of the playoffs.

Chance is one of two new coaches this season (the other is Niall Horan), and he’s proven to be an outstanding coach, both in being able to spot contestants’ hidden talents in the blinds as well as selecting and arranging music to showcase the best of their abilities. As a result, the five members of his team (including Sorelle, a trio of sisters) are such kickass performers in their own lanes that any one of them should already have a solid if not outstanding career as a professional singer.

The first night of the playoffs featured Chance’s team and Blake’s team. With the exception of one singer who had a barely noticeable shaky start, the rest of Chance’s team not only nailed their performances, they had the audience in the palm of their hands. Kala Banham’s heartbreakingly beautiful version of “My Funny Valentine” actually made Chance cry (me too). The other three coaches all agreed that Chance should move her on to the semi-finals.

That was before Ray Uriel took the stage. His vocal ability stunned all the coaches, and again the other three told Chance there was no way he shouldn’t move Ray on to the finals.

Then Sorelle took the stage. I think of them as the rock version of Girl Named Tom, the trio that won season 21 of The Voice, but they’re far more than that. They’re performers who engage with the audience like seasoned professionals. They’re the whole package, and their performance in the playoffs brought down the house.

And again, all the other coaches told Chance that Sorelle had to advance to the semi-finals.

Uh oh. Chance could only send two of his artists to the semis. He had three contestants who all deserved to and possibly could and would win The Voice, but he could only send two.

It’s an impossible decision.

Blake’s decision was only marginally easier. On the second night of the playoffs, Kelly and Niall found themselves facing similar impossible decisions.

I won’t spoil who these coaches chose, although if you follow The Voice and are ready to watch the semi-finals live tonight, you already know. (If you don’t, you can look here and here for videos of the contestants’ performances and the results.) The point is that the decisions the coaches made were tough. (Kelly even told her team that the playoffs weren’t the end, even for the artists she didn’t choose. She credited Blake for that.) Contestants went home who deserved so much more. Who might have even won in a different season, but this season? The talent on the show has been outstanding.

That’s what happens to creatives every day. We send out work that’s stunning. Outstanding. Easily in the top one percent of what’s out there.

And it gets rejected.

Sometimes the work will come back with an encouraging note, a “send us more of your work,” but more often these days you’ll just get a form rejection or even silence broken only by the sound of crickets chirping. (I think the no-response rejection is incredibly rude).

It’s easy to think that your work’s no good. To think that it sucks, or to get annoyed (hopefully only momentarily) at whatever gatekeeper said no. Kala Banham, the singer who made Chance cry, for goodness sake, had been bounced from coach to coach to coach and she was outstanding. Yet Chance had to say no.

A few years back I had the opportunity to edit a professional anthology that had a very specific theme. My publisher gave me a strict word count and strict marching orders. I could pick eleven stories, that was it. The anthology was invitation only. I easily got four times as many outstanding stories as I had slots for, all of them written by professional writers.

How to choose? It was an impossible task, as I’m sure anyone who’s ever edited a professional anthology or fiction magazine can attest.

Eventually, I did choose. I developed my own criteria, what the coaches on The Voice would call “lanes.” Wasn’t easy. It broke my heart to say no to stories I loved, especially since I had to say no to the writers in an open workshop setting.

Rejection’s not easy to take. Just ask Kala Banham. Or Michael B, who Kelly called a finale singer. They’ll be watching the semi-finals tonight instead of performing, and not because they did a damn thing wrong. The competition this season’s just flat out amazing.

So keep that in mind when your work comes back to you with a “sorry, but no.” Try again. And keep trying. You’re a pro. The competition out there is amazing, and sometimes that rejection has absolutely nothing to do with your work.

One final note regarding The Voice.

For whatever reason, the results of the semi-finals are going to be announced live at the end of tonight’s competition. For those of us on the west coast of the U.S., unless our cable provider offers an east-coast feed, voting will be all over by the time The Voice airs on the west coast. (sigh) Kind of like the old Twitter instant saves, which also cut out the west coast viewers.

If us west coasters want to vote for who’s going on to the finals, we’ll be voting based on the contestants’ prior performances. Okay, that’s not horrible for some people, but it would have been for contestants like Bryce Leatherwood, the winner of season 22. Bryce kept getting better and better week to week and peaked at just the right time to edge out the previous frontrunners and win the whole shebang.

What this means for a viewer like me, a west coaster who never voted in the Twitter saves because I didn’t want to know before I watched the performances who was going to end up in the bottom—well, it takes the fun out of finally getting some actual audience participation. Oh, I’ll still watch the semi-finals, but there’s no reason to watch them live (well, prerecorded for my time zone).

I’m going to Guardians of the Galaxy 3 tonight instead. I’ll be home in time for the big announcement at the end of The Voice, and then I’ll go back and watch the whole thing. Sometime later.

In the meantime, good luck to all the semi-finalists, and good luck to all of us who send our work out there in the world. And keep sending it. Rejection’s never easy, but sometimes—probably most of the time—it’s really not about you.

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Copyright © 2023 by Annie Reed

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Last Chance on Time Travel Fun Bundle!

Like all good time travel tails, time plays a major role. Same with the Time Travel Fun Bundle.

As I write this, there’s only 17 hours and change left to nab a great deal on ten awesome time travel books and short story collections.

Just look at these authors:

In addition to my collection Unexpected Aliens, you’ll get a Diving universe novel by Kristine Kathryn Rusch – The Chase – and a Thunder Mountain novel by Dean Wesley Smith – Tombstone Canyon, plus one of Kris and Dean’s Colliding Worlds collections. And that’s just for starters! My buddy Robert Jeschonek, writing as Jason Koenig, has a novel in this bundle as well, along with Kathryn Kaleigh, Debbie Mumford, Leslie Claire Walker, and Kris Austen Radcliffe, and T. Thorn Coyle’s collection is available only in this bundle.

Don’t wait! The clock’s ticking on the Time Travel Fun Bundle, and there’s no handy-dandy time machine to transport you backward in time. You don’t want to miss this one. It’s a terrific bundle at a great price.

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In other news, I put up a new story tonight to read for free under the Free Stuff tab. “Life, With Cats” is a science fiction tale about a very special comfort kitty and the person who need him the most, whether or not she realizes it. Check it out!

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I’ve also got a new holiday romance out in ebook (print coming shortly). Yes, I know Christmas was a few days ago, but it’s still the holiday season, right?

A Christmas Reunion is a sweet holiday romance about two people who believe they’ll always be alone at Christmas, but thanks to a holiday-themed high school reunion, they discover a second chance at love when they least expect it.

A Christmas Reunion is available at your favorite ebook store.

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Finally, if you prefer your holiday reading to have a bit of a bite to it, check out my new holiday mystery “Bad Night on the 13th Floor.”

“Bad Night on the 13th Floor” features one of those holiday traditions a lot of us had to endure: the office Christmas party.

This party’s particularly stressful for a first-year associate with a powerhouse San Francisco law firm. She’s about to become a pawn in a deadly serious game of cat and mouse. A game that could cost her far more than her fledgling legal career.
“Bad Night on the 13th Floor” is available at your favorite ebook distributor!

New Free Holiday Romance!

Just in time for Christmas! Check out my new holiday story “When Nicky Met Holly,” part of this year’s Holiday Spectacular, and free to read on the Free Stuff link until December 28th!

It’s a fun holiday romance story that series editor Kristine Kathryn Rusch calls “just about perfect for a romance in the Holiday Spectacular.”

Happy holidays!!

Time Travels

I don’t know about you, but about this time of year, I start wishing I had a little more time to get everything done. Baking, decorating, and deadlines, oh my! My daughter’s been a big help this year with the decorating–getting the tree up, anchoring it to the wall just in case the new kitten decides to go for a little Christmas climb (so far he’s just messed with the lights), and putting up the outside lights–but there’s still a lot to do. At the very least, I could use an Omega 13 from Galaxy Quest to give myself a few extra seconds in the day.

Why am I talking about time travel at Christmas? Because of this awesome new Storybundle!

I’ve been lucky enough to be included in other Storybundles in the past, and I say lucky because I love tipping off my readers to great deals on great fiction. And let’s be honest, at this time of the year, we can all use an awesome deal or two. Plus I think everyone can use some great fiction to relax with when we get a few moments to ourselves.

My contribution to the Time Travel Fun Bundle is my six-story collection Unexpected Aliens, which includes two of my favorite time travel stories plus a few others that might make you smile and might pull at your heartstrings. What you won’t find in my collection are any little green men from Alpha Centauri (or any rock creatures either).

If time travel’s your thing–and considering the wide variety of time travel stories and novels in this bundle, you’re sure to find some really great stories to tickle your fancy, as my dad used to say–pick up a copy of the Time Travel Fun Bundle today!

Thank You!! Plus More Free Stuff!!

Thank you to all of you who supported the Heroines of Space Opera Storybundle!! With your support, this turned into the absolute best Storybundle I’ve been involved in. We raised a bunch of money for our charity, AbleGamers, and you all got a bucketload of great space opera to read, all featuring kickass women.

If you missed this bundle, our bundle wrangler Robert Jeschonek is busy making plans to do this again next year. I’m already on board along with a bunch of writers from this bundle. Stay tuned, as the saying goes.

In the meantime, anybody up for a free story?

I’ll be sending out my new novelette “Pieces of Lisie” to all my newsletter subscribers early next week. “Pieces of Lisie” isn’t available to buy anywhere right now. It’s my way of saying thank you to everyone out there who supports my writing.

What’s that you say? You haven’t signed up for my newsletter? It’s easy peasy. Click on this link and fill in a couple of blanks. That’s it! Plus, just for signing up you’ll get a free copy of my first Abby Maxon novel, PRETTY LITTLE HORSES.