Sunday, January 25, 2015

On Writing: Horror Sucks (And Maybe I Do Too)

I find myself receiving a fair amount of shit from other writers (and I guess everyone else) for my preference in using a typewriter when working on earlier drafts. While yes, there is a bit of a pretentious hipster quality to sitting down at a giant clunker of a manual machine and shoving down little hammers to make words appear, I find the process to be more conducive to creativity than my laptop. (Sorry Alfred!*) I like having nothing to focus on outside of the blank page and the words and the filling of the blank page with the words.

Lately, however, I’ve taken to writing longhand. It gives me room to practice my cursive, which may seem pointless, however no one can read my cursive. This makes my early drafts safe from my imaginary Annie Wilkes. One of my pipeline handwritten projects as of right now, is a horror novel which I hope to be much in the same vein as The Exorcist or Rosemary’s Baby; a proper story, flushed out and developed, that also happens to be terrifying. 

The biggest challenge for me with this project is that, for the most part, I kinda sorta hate most horror movies and I don’t know if I’ve ever finished reading a horror novel in my life. They bore me. The only thing I take away from the experience is that the creator was focused more on the idea of creating a horror story than they were just making a horror story. I see flat protagonists or over sexualized women, and I wonder how the fuck someone so dull or (let’s be honest) someone that was cast just to give me an erection, is worth empathizing with. Yeah, there’s a following for gore flicks and torture porn, and I get it. I really do. But, in the opinion that I’m allowed to have, outside of the pure and wonderful art that is a gory practical effect, fuck that shit, yo.

Which brings me right to my problem. Will my protagonist be someone that the reader will care about? Can I, within one simple act, get you on board with this young woman and care about her so that when all the evil starts to happen, you’ll fear for her and sleep with the light on? Or will I wind up creating a boring piece of poo that stands with the rest of the genre offerings that make me want to shoot myself in the face? I suppose only time will tell. And I hope, truly, that I can out write this self-doubt and not find myself looking back on this entry and eating the words. Maybe with a dash of salt and City and Colour playing in the background, just like this very moment.

*Yes, I named my laptop after Batman’s butler. Because fuck you.

Sunday, January 18, 2015

Sundays, Samples, and Satisfaction (The G-rated sort)

Ah, Sundays. Once upon a time, when I young and, in the simplest of descriptions, a short little idiot, I found Sundays to be the most depressing day of the week. There was always the looming shadow of school just beyond the bedtime hours, mixed with the constant fear of evening Mass, which I always found to be more depressing than the morning service… probably because there were no doughnuts afterwards.

In recent years, I find myself thinking of Sunday much as the good book intended them to be; a day of rest. No showers, no school, no work of any kind. The only effort I like to exert is for food and making my way to the gas station for caffeine (or in another life, cigarettes). Today was very much one of those Sundays. As it comes to a close with me sitting alone in my quiet apartment, mugs with dry tea and coffee sitting in the bottom, scattered about (a sure sign that the hippy has recently walked these lands), I am happy and proud to say that I can share an illustrated sample from She Sees Metaphors.

The illustration comes courtesy of Amanda Dine, a Michigan based artist who, quite frankly, fucking killed it. She kept me afloat with her progress on the piece and watching it come forth was very much like watching a tattoo grow with each session (minus the pain). The scene I chose is very much the basic idea for She Sees Metaphors. It’s the one I use when trying to explain the book to people who ask the annoying question of “What’s your book about?”, and so I think this selection is absolutely perfect.

And so, please enjoy, dear Reader. I am going to close out my pleasant Sunday with a healthy combination of Pynchon and Peaky Blinders.



Monday, January 5, 2015

Where We Stand

Well, halle-fucking-lujah, ladies and gents, let the dream begin. After a solid year of livable wages as a salaried chum, I am back to a simple life, with shorter days, shorter pay and plenty more time to dedicate to my loves: Reading, writing, family, friends, and, of course, the hippy.* Fifty-plus hour work weeks in a steady job have proven to no longer be relevant to my interests, and so I have stepped down a notch. It was quite the experience and just the right fire to light under my cute little ass to switch gears and begin focusing on the written word. So here we are, at the very beginning of the literary career (or, whatever) of one, Bryce David Salazar

First things first: She Sees Metaphors.

My debut novel was accepted for publication in the summer of 2014 with Sarah Book Publishing, a small little publishing house down in Texas. After some management hiccups and shady staff members being all loosey goosey with the rules, they looked a little closer at my manuscript and decided that it violated their decency standards. My contract was subsequently dropped and my childhood dream kicked to the streets like a family dog that just bit the baby’s face. (I couldn’t get an answer as to what made them change their minds, sad to say. But I like to think they never got further than page two.)

In the wake of this frustrating news, I decided to stay the course of the original publication plans and to do it myself. I have hired an artist and a couple of editors (because fuck typos) to help me put the finishing touches on my novel so that when it hits the digital shelves, it will have been given all of the care and dedication of a traditionally published book.

And so, dear readers, I am currently deep into the editing process while currently figuring out a marketing strategy. As of right now, I can say that She Sees Metaphors has a tentative release date in the late summer/early fall area. In the meantime, stop on by, read my silly little blog posts, leave a comment or two, and do whatever it is that you do.

Peace, Love & The Macabre,


*girlfriend. The hippy is my girlfriend.

Saturday, January 3, 2015

Author Photos!

I had the pleasure of having my photograph taken multiple times by Kim Ferguson. For more of her work, click 


To see more of said photographs, follow the jump!