Recently on Morgan’s Midnighters fan site, I came across this awesome bit of fan art by Brianne K. It’s a sort of manga-esque version of Midnighters, my trilogy about the adventures of a disfunctional gang of Oklahoma goths in a small town where time freezes every midnight. (How’s that for a pitch?)

I love that the comic is written from Dess’s point of view, because she’s my favorite character. It’s also cool that Brianne doesn’t follow the book’s storyline—she’s just having fun with the characters. Her visualization of Melissa is great, especially that Mona Lisa smile on page 2. That’s Melissa and Rex above, in case you haven’t read the series.

The only drawback of the comic is that it’s only two pages long! But maybe if you click below to read the whole thing, and leave suitably rapturous comments right here, we can convince Brianne to do MORE. (The power of fanfic compels you! The power of fanfic compels you!)

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And don’t forget to check out all the other cool stuff at Morgan’s site.

I just semi-randomly discovered this online. It looks suspiciously like a cover for Midnighters from Russia!

That’s my name on top. I happen to know from previous translations that Ckott=Scott. And it sure looks like Jessica wielding Jurisprudence and Rex (Jonathan?) with some sort of heavy Dess-made weaponry.

But why is Jessica blond? And Rex sandy-haired? (Dude, if it’s Jonathan, he doesn’t look very Hispanic.) And both of them are kind of old. And that car antenna is mighty hefty . . . don’t they have those in Russia?

I love the slithers, though, and the dark moon looming. And the word “Midnighters” totally rules in that spiky cyrillic font.

There’s a kind of Hardy-Boy literalness to the cover that I like, and I can’t wait to see the next two in the series. Just think, maybe we’ll get a picture of the halfling!

It’s almost like writing comics . . .

I received another missive from my Bixby correspondent. It turns out that she actually lives in Glenpool, which is just west of Bixby. But she does go to Bixby High (in fact, she has an @bixbyps.org address, which means she’s either telling the truth or really taking this hoax seriously). She hasn’t been able to read this blog yet, because the school software blocks all blogs everywhere. Probably so they don’t find out about the zombies under the school.

Her quote of the day: “The water DOES taste funny in Bixby.”
Of course, I bet all Glenpoolians say that.

She’s going to tell a bunch of other Bixby-ites this week about the Midnighters books. We’ll see if any of them join us here . . .

This reminds me, the Midnighters fan who spent spring break in Oklahoma sent me a Bixby Spartans t-shirt:

It’s a pretty cool shirt, actually. (Thanks, Morgan!) Although in Touching Darkness, I say that the BHS football team is called the “Tigers.” Oops. Note to self: Do some research, sometime.

Of course, if the real Bixby had darkling panthers sneaking around at night, they might have thought “Tigers” made more sense.

So, here’s another fabulous letter from a fan. He read all of Midnighters 2: Touching Darkness in a book store. That is to say, he didn’t buy it, just sat there hogging the comfy chair, polished it off in one sitting (I guess).

Obviously, he really enjoyed the book, and so out of a sense of fairness he decided to send me a personal royalty statement: a money order for $5.

Behold:

I quite like the tone of William’s letter. He doesn’t send the money out of guilt, but as “a token of appreciation.” After all, you shouldn’t feel that guilty reading in a book store. At some point there might be a socially awkward thing going on, but if you’re really wrapped up–I say go for it.

In general, I’m more of a copyleftist than a copyrightist. I want my readers to swap books with each other, write fan fic, donate to libraries, interpret and remix. That’s called sharing. “Pirating” is when you print my books and sell them without paying me. (You know who you are, Mongolia.)

Now, in this dog-eat-dog world you’d think getting a personal royalty check would be unprecedented. But this issue comes up a lot more than you’d think. Friends often borrow a manuscript or review copy of mine and laughingly say, “Well, I’ll just give you the royalty. What’s that? $2.50?” They start digging in their pockets, and I refuse.

What they don’t realize is, it ain’t just me. I have a whole publishing family to support. Editors, proofreaders, cover designers, printers, publicists, booksellers, tree-growers, tree-choppers, paper pulpers. If you, gentle reader, only pay me (even at William’s astonishing 30% royalty rate) they’ll all starve!

And then where would I be? All alone on the blistering plain.

We all support each other: my editors and proofreaders and book-binders, the readers who share their favorite titles, libraries that allow you to try out new writers, fan-fic writers who work hard to create new fans, and even massive book chains who let you hang out all day drinking their coffee without buying the book.

So I’m not cashing William’s money order. It’s partly out of solidarity with my bookselling and tree-pulping brethren, who I don’t want to cut out of the deal.

And partly because I’m gonna frame the sucker. It was a very sweet gesture, and much appreciated in return.

It had to happen sooner or later . . . someone in the real Bixby, Oklahoma has read Midnighters. Erp.

Her email begins: “Imagine my surprise . . . ” Well, yes, I sort of can. I knew this moment would come, after all. Writers often worry about what their family or friends will think about what they write. But in this case, I was making crazy claims about a whole town and its supernatural underbelly. A town with 13,000 people in it—small enough to be annoyed at any perceived insults, but still big enough to kick my ass.

My Bixbyite continues: “I go to Bixby Public High School. A place I would only send my hated enemies. I was just wondering… have you ever actually stepped into the halls of BHS? its not as bright as you’ve written. even if you have been to Bixby it must have been quite some time ago. the school is dark and cave-like. still a maze.”

Cool image. But yeah, that’s not quite how it appears in the first chapter of Book 1. Which brings us to an interesting question. Have I, Scott Westerfeld, ever been to Bixby?

Let’s see, ummmm . . . no. I mean, I grew up in Texas and have driven through Oklahoma, even camped there once. I know what a snake pit looks like. And one intrepid Midnighters fan went on an exploratory mission this last Spring Break, and took some photos and stuff. But research? Moi?

You see, if I actually went to Bixby, then I’d be all hemmed in by reality. And effort.

The Girl from Bixby has another good question: “I wanted to know why, exactly, did you choose Bixby? not many would give the place a second glance. . . . we’ve always assumed zombies lived under the school or that the principal was really a gnome (he’s too short to be human, I swear) or that not everyone was human. That ‘not everyone’ including me. ^_^”

NOW we’re talking: Zombies! Under! The! School! (I knew I should have Googled.)

So how did I know about the weirdness of Bixby, you might ask? Well, I could say that ALL small towns are weird. But that would be lame. Instead, let me describe my scientific approach: I looked at a map and found the spot at 36N, 96W, both multiples of 12. The two closest towns were called Bixby and Broken Arrow. Broken Arrow has a cooler name, but then I realized that “B-i-x-b-y O-k-l-a-h-o-m-a” has exactly thirteen letters. Clearly, I was on to something.

I was, however, exhausted by my efforts. From then on out, I stuck to using memories of the Texas badlands along with the odd dash of imagination. Didn’t even Google the place, which is why I just found out a month ago that the population is 13,000. (Not subterranean-zombies-level spooky, but still cool.)

Fortunately, my Bixby correspondent isn’t sweating the details. She ends with: “it gives the place a new element, I must admit. Bixby is still crazy boring but… not quite so much anymore. . . . little amusements like that to liven up the place. thank you for adding to my own version of Bixby lore with your Midnighter books.”

You’re a sweetheart. Thanks back at you for writing, and for not busting my chops for all the other details I probably got wrong.

And here’s my question to you, Dear Bixbyite: Are you going to tell everyone about the Midnighters books? Or keep them a secret among a few choice friends, like the blue time itself?

Hmm.