By Kayla Curry
Thomas Winship is the Author of the Evolutionary War series
which includes, Vaempires: Revolution,
Vaempires: White
Christmas, and Vaempires: Zombie Rising. Vaempires: Revolution
has won the Blogger Book Fair Reader’s Choice Award for Best
Urban Fantasy Novel in July 2012.
[FFM] Can you tell us a little bit about yourself?
[TW] Very little, I’m afraid. You see, everything about my
past is just a jumble of vague, ill-defined images and sensations
that don’t make sense.
Actually, that’s untrue. I’ve simply watched too many Jason
Bourne movies. I’m a native New Yorker, living a little over an
hour north of New York City. I have a BS in Business and an MBA
in Management. I recently changed careers; after fifteen years in
Corporate America—specializing in organizational development,
talent management, and training—I moved into academe, where I now
serve as MBA Director for a local college. I also teach courses
in English Composition, Communications, and Business. And I
write, of course …
[FFM] Can you tell us about your newly released
work?
[TW] Væmpires: Zombie Rising continues the tale of the
Evolutionary War, picking up right where Væmpires: Revolution
left off.
Væmpires have taken control of twelve major cities. Their
leader, Vielyn, seeks the atomic weapons that will bring the rest
of the world to its knees.
Vampire forces are reeling. As Linq and Ray race to the
royal estate to rendezvous with Cassandra and Daniel, the
princess is captured and Daniel falls.
With the fate of world shifting to their teenage shoulders,
Linq and Ray must deal with tremendous losses while battling a
most unexpected—and undeadly—new foe.
[FFM] Can you tell us about your challenges in getting your
first book published?
[TW] Challenges? Ha! I don’t even know the meaning of the
word.
Well, that’s probably not a good thing to admit, so I did
some research (and now I do know what the word means—that word,
plus a few others I selected at random).
To label what I encountered in getting Vaempires:
Revolution published as “challenges” is akin to saying that Noah
built a boat or KStew made a mistake. It just doesn’t do such
world altering events justice.
The story of how Væmpires was published is a convoluted
one. It begins in the not-too-distant past (six years ago or so),
in a small town just north of New York City. Within that small
town lived a man who appeared to have it all: a beautiful, loving
wife, a caring family, a successful corporate career, and, of
course, his health.
Still, he wanted more.
Now, I know what you’re thinking: that the man was greedy
(typical American greed, perhaps?), but that wasn’t the case. You
see, the man didn’t want more as in more money or more
possessions or more status … he wanted to be more.
He wanted to write. Specifically, he wanted to complete a
story that he had started years earlier as a college assignment.
It had been written as a short story, but he had always believed
it should be a novel. He had just never taken the time to
complete it.
Most of the time he had ignored the unfinished tale, but it
never went away. Instead, it floated at the edge of his
consciousness, a constant reminder of what might have
been.
One night he dug out the old story. Reading through it
convinced him that the creative fire could be relit, so he vowed
to complete the novel by year’s end. With the support of his
wife, he devoted all his free time to the task. He wrote through
nights, weekends, and holidays. He missed vacations. He forgot to
eat. He never slept.
Okay, it wasn’t quite that dramatic, but you get the
picture.
The dedication paid off. By year’s end, the novel was
completed—150,000 words worth of novel. The man’s wife was
overjoyed. His family and friends were pleased. His coworkers
were relieved.
But the man wasn’t finished. Why write a novel if it wasn’t
going to be published? After all, how hard could it be? It always
happened instantly in the movies. In fact, the very first agent
he pitched requested the novel.
And then nine months passed until rejection arrived in the
form of a form letter.
Undeterred, the man sent out hundreds of queries over the
following months. Many agents declined, but a few—a very, very
few—requested more. Some among those few requested changes to the
novel.
Multiple drafts and many months later, the man abandoned
the novel as a lost cause and turned his attention to a new
idea—a story about mutated vampires. He tried staying as
committed to writing as during his earlier efforts, but he wasn’t
up to the challenge. It took more than a year to complete a
45,000 word draft of the first half of the book. Determined to
find out if the novel had promise, he sent it off for a
critique.
It did not go well. The man didn’t write another word for
the next two years.
The End.
Well, not quite the end. Obviously, the story continued, or
you wouldn’t be reading this.
I had all but given up on writing by the time the next part
of the story began. Sure, I kept vowing that I would complete the
vampire novel, but I never did more than that.
In December 2008, the company I worked for was acquired by
a larger organization. The changes were fast and furious as the
two entities restructured and merged. Most employees at my
level—and everyone else in my department—did not survive the
merger. Somehow, I did.
It was a wild ride that lasted for two years. At the end of
2010, I was given a choice: accept different responsibilities
within the organization or accept a severance package and seek my
fortune elsewhere. Deciding that the latter was too good an
opportunity to pass up, I took the package and left the
organization in mid-February 2011.
My first order of business regarding my newfound freedom
was to get back to writing. Or so I said. Then I spent the first
week “relaxing.”
I can honestly admit that I don’t know how long that may
have continued. It turns out that relaxing is quite … well,
relaxing. But don’t take my word for it; try it for yourself
sometime!
Luckily, fate intervened. While relaxing, I stumbled across
a contest being run by Del-Ray Publishing. They were accepting
manuscripts in the sci-fi and horror genres—and not short
stories, but novels! It was the perfect opportunity.
But the contest deadline was three weeks away.
You’re probably breezing through this, barely scanning it;
so let me slow you down by restating this:
To enter the contest, I had to write a novel in three
weeks.
I did some quick math, although I knew it was hopeless. A
decent novel is 100,000 words, so 100,000 words divided by 21
days equals 4,762 words per day (rounding up).
4,762 words a day! Don’t get me wrong. There are people who
do five, six thousand words a day, every day. I know because they
flaunt it on Twitter—it’s 11 am and they tweet, “Hit 3k. time 4
gym n lunch”—but I can’t do that. I consider a total of two
thousand words a good day. Three thousand is a great day.
Anything beyond that is cause for celebration, so five thousand
words a day, every day, for three weeks straight seems beyond the
realm of possibility.
I spent a few hours pissing and moaning about how unfair
life was before my internal coach stepped in—you know, the one
that challenges my manhood whenever I become too unmanly—and
smacked me upside the head.
His advice: just because it’s hard doesn’t mean it can’t be
done.
So I tried.
Bottom line: I submitted a 79,000 word manuscript nineteen
days later—not a new draft of the original piece, either … a
brand new story set far earlier than the original. While it
wasn’t quite the 100,000-word goal I was aiming for, it was still
a new personal record of 4,158 words per day!
I didn’t win the contest. I didn’t expect to, but it
provided the motivation I so desperately needed.
I reached out to my editor. Although he hadn’t heard from
me in years, he still remembered me (or, at least, had the
wherewithal to claim to remember me), and was still willing to
work with me. He suggested some revisions, I worked through the
summer…
And he returned to full-time writing, so he didn’t have
time to edit my work.
Luckily, his editor was willing to work with me, so I
completed a final draft of Væmpires: Revolution in early fall.
The editor cleaned it up and gave it his approval in record time.
All that remained was finding an agent … and getting a publisher
… and waiting months, if not years, for both of those to
happen.
The final piece of the puzzle fell into place pretty
quickly. On the advice of others within the industry, I eschewed
conventional wisdom regarding traditional publishing and
self-published Væmpires: Revolution in October 2011.
I followed it with a prequel, Væmpires: White Christmas, in
December, and a sequel, Væmpires: Zombie Rising, last
week.
[FFM] Can you tell us about your plans for upcoming
works?
[TW] I could … but then I’d have to kill you. Haha! I know
that’s been said a bazillion times, but it never gets old. Never.
Just like the current trend of emphasizing words by putting
periods after each one—It. Never. Gets. Old.
Seriously, though, my next project continues the Væmpires
saga. So far, the stories have had a very small focus—a small
group of people in a single geographic location. It’s time to
expand that and capture the conflict on a broader scale.
[FFM] Who designed the covers?
[TW] A friend, Dave Dougherty, designed all three of my
covers. Dave does amazing work, with very little input from me.
He just seems to get what each book is about and find a way to
visually portray it. Dave can be found at
http://dmdougherty.com.
[FFM] Do you have anything specific that you want to say to
your readers?
[TW] Thank you. It doesn’t get simpler, or more profound,
than that. Just … thank you.
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