lydamorehouse: (ichigo freaked)
 Shawn and I have a notebook full of allegorical names for a farcical mystery we are never going to write. These are names like Scott Free and Helena Handbasket. I wonder if General News is in the list? I should check. It's been a while since we added a new name.

But, on to the actual general news (as opposed to the allegorical one.) I don't think I have a huge amount to catch you up on this week, but it's been a while so I thought I'd catch you up on the goings-on arounds these parts.

Tuesday ended up being a skip week for the podcast. While my co-host tested negative for COVID, he did come down with something nasty enough to keep him off the air. What was ironic about that, is that I had Shawn reschedule her pre-op appointment because it had conflicted. Then, suddenly, neither of us had anything to do at that time. (Well, I mean, Shawn went to work, but it was a very, "Damn it, we coulda..." sort of thing.) It has been, I think you'll see, a week like this.

Wednesday, I was scheduled to record with Cheryl Morgan--my editor and publisher over at Wizard's Tower--for her podcast. That went really well, but it was funny the extent to which I'd forgotten a lot of the plot of Resurrection Code

Yesterday, I had both an in-person Wyrdsmiths (my writing critique group) and I hung out with my friend [personal profile] jiawen for a couple of hours, which was nice. We talked about everything from WisCON to the recent presidential debates, volcanos, and our various lives and such. Good times. 

Then I went for a very short walk and now I'm hot and tired. Dang exercise, making me sweaty!
lydamorehouse: (writer??)
I may risking jinxing it, but the writing thing has been working amazingly lately. I entirely credit all the words that I am getting on the page to my hour long Zoom meeting with [personal profile] naomikritzer every day (Monday-Thursday.)  I will be the first to admit that I usually poo-poo the whole concept of "writing dates," even though they have worked for me in the past, particularly with the MinnSpec meet-up.  They seem like they should be silly? Why would I write more just because I am sitting on a Zoom call? YET. I think having someone who is keeping me accountable totally works, plus, with the daily thing, it's a time I know I have already allocated for writing. It is SO EASY to do almost anything else all day long, instead of writing.

Writers: people for whom writing is more difficult than it is for most people.

Anyway, that's a yay.

I didn't post in yesterday's "What are you Reading Wednesday" meme-thingie because even though you lovely folks have nicely chosen my next book to read (We Have Always Been Here), I have not managed to crack it open.  Not sure what's up with that.  I sometimes feel like a fake fan, because I don't read nearly as much as all of the rest of y'all.  I haven't even been watching all that much anime to make up for my geek cred. I've been stuck working my way through campaign 2 of "Critical Role" (while also keeping up on the current campaign 3... ahhhh! Bye, Dorian Storm!!) My anime-turned-C-Drama friend had me watching the "Untamed (陈情令)" spin-off, "Fatal Journey (乱魄)"  the last time I was there. We also watched a few episodes of "Once Upon A Time In Lingjian Mountain (从前有座灵剑山)" and then switched to South Korea for "Hotel del Luna (호텔 델루나)."

I got her to watch exactly twenty minutes of an episode of "Sweetness & Lightning (甘々と稲妻)."

Sigh.

Let's see, other news... well, speaking of anime, my Japanese pen pal sent a letter recently that included a anime-themed stamp:

demon slayer Japanese stamp
Image: Demon Slayer (鬼滅の刃) stamp

As for the rest, you'll have to forgive me. I'm not feeling terribly brilliant today.

The last thing I'll say is that it looks like we're getting an influx of folks who are finally abandoning LJ thanks to the invasion of Ukraine. *waves hello to any newcomers!* 
lydamorehouse: (crazy eyed Renji)
 I managed to get up fairly early this morning, which was my intention, because I wanted to have some time to reread my current WIP from the beginning. My muse took me somewhere unexpected during rewrites, so I wanted to go back and be certain to sew in some foreshadowing so the event wasn't entirely WTF!!?? 

But, the I was derailed by the fact that Mason had to work at the Science Museum from 10 am to 2 pm, and I never entirely got back to things (so far, at any rate. The day is far from over, and I've been doing a lot of writing at night, despite evening not being natural to my writing circadian rhythm.) My progress on this novel revision has been VERY SLOW, probably because I am rewriting so much of it from the ground up, but it also makes me very nervous not to be further along. I did have to ask for an extension already, but now I'm worried that I didn't give myself enough time, even with that.

Ah well, it's good to be working on it. I've even had quite a bit of fun, so that's awesome.

In other news, I spent some time on Friday trying to find more language learning apps. I probably need to learn to WRITE Kanji. I have a ton of resources for practicing the stroke order of various kana, but nothing for Kanji. I'm not imagining that I'm going to have to write Kanji a lot, but sometimes when I'm trying to memorize stuff for Memrise I end up just writing a scribble where the Kanji would go. If people out there have advice, I will happily take it.

We watched Spider-Man: Far From Home on Friday night when Mason was off at a debate tournament. I liked it? I mean, I don't seem to be able to make it to the Spider-Man movies in the theater, but I really enjoy them when I watch them at home. They've finally 100% nailed the right person to play Peter Parker, and that's a huge part of my enjoyment. Likewise, even though I know it's partly what Eleanor DISLIKES about the movies, I actually enjoy that the Spider-Man movies are all high school centric. To me, that's who Spider-Man is?* (*Except when s/he isn't, ie the Spider-Verse, which was the BEST EVER Spider-Man movie, fight me.)

I've been watching people's Yuletide letters start to roll in. I doubled checked to make sure I was signed up as a pinch hitter for this year, and I seem to be. So, that will be fun, once those start, as well.

Friday was also our writerly get-together with [personal profile] naomikritzer , [personal profile] pegkerr and Eleanor. We mostly talked about our sick friend, Terry, and politics. Naomi is working on a hilarious piece about which PTA parent all the various Democratic candidates would be (i.e., Elizabeth Warren being the Most Involved Parent in Actual Useful Ways). I hope she can find a place to sell that, too. I've heard it twice now and it's hilarious (and accurate.) 

We're going to have shrimp po' boys for dinner tonight. Luckily, it's a very throw-it-together kind of meal because what I actually want to do right now instead of cooking is NAP.

lydamorehouse: (Default)
 Tonight, Shawn will be having a friend over to make gingerbread cookies. 

I'm going to go ahead and put this out there: I don't think, at this point, we NEED more cookies. 

But, in all honesty, this get-together is about doing a thing with a friend. Shawn doesn't really _like_ gingerbread cookies that much, so I think her plan is to make them in order to bring them to work to give away. I, however, have been tasked to go look for decorations for gingerbread. I made a glance around Kowalski's when I was there earlier, but there wasn't much, surprisingly. I think I will try Michael's cake decoration section later today, on my way to pick up Mason. (It's at least in that general direction, so why not?)

Speaking of cookies....  when I was at the post office yesterday sending off the care package to my cousin, I ran into my old friend Harry LeBlanc. We chatted a bit and he invited me to join him on his lunch break at a nearby Chinese buffet. So we did!  Harry was my first writer friend. I met him in the 1990s in a science fiction writing class we were both taking at the Loft. Together, he and I formed Wyrdsmiths, an in-person writers' group that's still meeting regularly to critique writing. 

Harry has mostly moved away from writing science fiction, though he just got his PhD in music therapy or some such recently. His dissertation was a rock opera. So, he's still doing high creative work. He's been working with convicted child sex offenders, as a therapist, and I'm impressed as hell that he's stayed at it because that's got to be draining, to say the least. 

Anyway, it was really lovely to catch up with such an old friend.

I used to see Harry regularly when I worked at the Immigration History Research Center and he was an IT consultant who could make his own hours. We would get together at the Egg & I and talk for hours, and that's not really much of an exaggeration. I was supposed to only have an half hour for lunch, but I would often be gone for an hour and a half EASILY. (It is well known that you never want to hire me for a traditional 9 to 5 job. My work ethic is very "you don't pay me enough to care.")  Those were fun days, though. Harry and i could argue about the craft of writing until we were blue in the face. I'm sure that's partly why we haven't seen much of each other since he left to do his art therapy thing and let the writing dream merge into a different creative venture. 

I have a couple of friends who made the conscious choice to walk away from trying to sell their writing and picked another, stronger, artistic call. Harry went to his music and my friend Sean to his photography. I both feel the loss of their writing and completely sympathize with and support their choices, you know?  

I mean, look at where I am. A dozen or so books published and not much to show for it any more. It's not like I can say to someone: "Hey, writing is a GREAT CAREER! So fulfilling!"  I mean, it _is_, but it's also deeply flawed as a thing to do for the rest of your life. You kind of always have to have some other way to make money, a fall back. That's really a tough way to try to do... anything, really.  It's such a shame that art and artists are not more supported in our culture.

*sigh*

Anyway, I hope you all are well and are out there doing your art.
lydamorehouse: (Renji 3/4ths profile)
 I call this batch "A Sound of Thunder" for reasons.... 

dinosaurs and butterflies

For those that might not be familiar: "A Sound of Thunder" is the Ray Bradbury story in which a time traveling tourist goes back to the age of dinosaurs and is warned to stay on the predetermined path. They end up stepping off the path, accidentally killing a butterfly, and famously think, 'Ah, well, at least it wasn't anything important,' only to discover the world is monumentally changed by this single, 'insignificant' act. The term "the butterfly effect" was coined, in part, due to this story.

I made these nerdy cookies in order to share them with my cousin Tracy who lives in Saint Louis. She's a former chemist and all around geek, so I suspect that they will make her smile.

Yesterday, besides making and decorating these, I finished our Yule decorations, including prepping our Yule Log.  Our Yule Log is birch and was 'liberated' (read: stolen) from the Eloise Butler Nature Center by Shawn and our mutual friend Julie, back in the 1990s. We drilled three holes in it for candles and every year I staple some pine boughs to it and decorate it with pine cones and ornaments. If I remember, I'll take a picture of it at some point. It sits on top of our piano, which serves as our mantle, where we hang our stockings.

Yesterday, I also hung out with [personal profile] naomikritzer who has finished up her yearly "Gifts for People You Hate" post over on her WordPress blog, which is always a delight to read. 

Thanks to a conversation with her (and then again later with my wife Shawn) about the Loscon 45 incident with Gregory Benford, Shawn and I started to read the link he posted to about victimhood (in lieu of an apology) that seems to imply that people are just too sensitive today and are over-exaggerating issues of oppression in what the authors consider today's "victimhood culture."  Okay.  I'd been feeling sympathetic with Benford having been escorted out of the con in the middle of his signing--which I still think was overkill--but maybe just apologize for some bad behavior too? Instead of linking to an article that basically implies YOU PEOPLE ARE TOO SENSITIVE?

I think there are a number of issues going on here.

One of them is going to be an on-going problem until the next generation decides they whether or not to fully invest in the culture of live, in-person science fiction conventions, and, that is, "you get what you pay for." Which is to say that panels like the one Benford was on are assigned on VOLUNTEER basis.  

It sounds, in fact, like LosCon _tried_ to have decent representation on this panel--a woman panelist was a no-show and there _were_ two people of color on the panel (which led to Benford's other alleged comment about Latinx names having "too many" vowels for him to properly remember them). So, this con had enough volunteers to attempt to mitigate the "old, white guy" problem. Unfortunately, the more incidents like this, the less women and PoCs feel WELCOME both in the audience, but ESPECIALLY at the table, as it were--to volunteer to be on the panel. So, this sort of thing is likely to remain an issue until we swing the demographics in our favor--and provided that that's what we want. That is, people may chose to abandon cons entirely. I'm not sure I would blame the next generation if they did just that.  

Let me just say, that I love going to science fiction conventions and have been doing so, as a fan and as a professional, since some time before the internet.... which was when cons were particularly useful, as it was one of the ways to find one's fan group, one's people.

The thing is, I recently did a podcast with my friend Minster Faust, who is the author of COYOTE KINGS OF THE SPACE-AGE BACHELOR PAD (among other things.) I met him at a science fiction convention, NorwesCON, when we were both up for the Philip K. Dick award. He's Canadian and a PoC and when we chatted, WorldCON 76 was blowing up, and so we talked about all of this. He was very leery of the benefits of attending cons-because travel is expensive (in his case, international), and the question is: do you get anything out of it other than a slap in the face? I spent some time trying to convince Malcolm that the sense of community was worth it, but I ended up stopping myself from pushing that idea too hard, because this girl has all sorts of privilege that Malcolm would not. And, it's not just an issue of systematic racism, which is absolutely a factor, but also because I have a ton of advantages, including being well-known to my local capital-F, Fandom (which is to say, the in-person, con-going community, as opposed to a specific interest group) AND living in a town where you can hardly turn around without hitting a local science fiction convention that only costs me, at MOST, the price of admission. 

A lot more people out there are in Malcolm's shoes than mine, which is to say that they are trying to make financial decisions (as writers or fans) about travel, hotel costs, food expenses, etc., and weighing the question of "is all that money worth it" against the whole series of issues, including very basic ones, like, will they even get impanelled, as it were, being somewhat "unknown"? Add to that concerns of having to deal with being misgendered in the programming material or being actively harassed on a panel for having too many vowels in your name or just looking around thinking "WTF, am I the only [queer, trans, PoC, disabled] person here?? How uncomfortable is this??"

So, to me, this is the number one issue that these incidents like Benford's blow-up and non-apology represents. The more crap like this happens, the less likely it is to convince people that cons are a worthwhile venture. If fewer people show up, the smaller the list of panel volunteers there will be, and... you guessed it, the more of these fails will happen because all that will be left are the dinosaurs...

The other general issue that things like this keep bringing to mind is that authors of a certain age, but really, all of us, need to understand the ways in which "the interwebs" have changed con culture.

It used to be, back in the late Jurassic, a person could say something that was maybe even just an innocent "failure mode of humor" (= a$$hole) and only offend the 70 or so people in the room.  Now, you say something like that and there is a statistically significant chance that it might go viral. Or, at the very least, if you are an "esteemed con guest" be noteworthy of a site like File770.

I have no idea to the extent to which Benford's comments were, in fact, the failure mode of humor, but it doesn't matter.

As an author, he should know that authorial intent really doesn't mean diddly if the audience doesn't read things that way.  This is a lesson learned I learned in critique group when I was twenty-five years old: if six or so people, out of the seven who read your work don't GET the point and, in fact, take it the opposite way you intended the scene to read, you have FAILED to express the scene appropriately and the story needs revision. That's just how writing works. And, as it happens, real life. If you fail at a joke and accidentally fall into failure mode (aka a$$holery), you can apologize and try to be better the next time, aka, a kind of revision of the story of your life.

/rant

Anyway, the cookies are delicious. And, apparently, Mason's favorites.
lydamorehouse: (cap and flag)
 Well, CONvergence has been over for almost a week now and I never managed to write-up my con report.  All I can say to that, is that this week STARTED with me showing up to my library gig at New Brighton at quarter to five on Monday only to hear them announce that the library would be closing in fifteen minutes.... 

Luckily, it wasn't that I had completely missed my shift, BUT that I'd showed up a day early.

OMG.

I had somehow mentally shifted my entire week in my head, because then I also had a panic about a talk I'd agreed to give at the University of Minnesota, which I suddenly worried conflicted (it didn't. That was last night, Wednesday.)  The only good thing that came out of that is that one of my colleagues at work might have me come to her library science class at St. Kate's and have me talk about manga/anime for libraries, which would be neat.

Last night, I was a guest at "From Rocket Ships to Gender Politics." There were only about 11 students, so that was a pretty perfect size, and they had all just finished reading Neal Stephenson's SNOW CRASH, which was a nice segue into my version of cyberpunk. I only feel a little badly because I am a very bombastic personality (Scorpio with a Leo Rising, heavy on the Leo Rising!) and I pretty much dominated the classroom discussion for 2 and a half hours. I gave away various copies of books that I had lying around, which was great.  I'm almost nearly entirely out of RESURRECTION CODE hardcopies.

But, that was a good time. I had initially expected to only have to carry 45 minutes or so of the class, but we were having too much fun and I ended up staying longer and longer.  :-)  In fact, I ended up staying all the way through and even listened to the class discussion of SNOW CRASH, which was interesting, since I haven't tried to re-read that book since it came out.

Okay, so, backtracking to CONvergence....

My CONvergence was fairly good.  It ended on a down note for me, but that was kind of me just feeling like a fraud/loser who hasn't published anything since 2013 (which is accurate, but mostly I don't feel the loser/fraud part so keenly.) I think having two panels in a row about literary awards is what caused that, alas.  

One of the first things that happened when I got to con on Thursday was that I ran into my old editor (now writing colleague) Laura Anne Gilman.  Laura Anne and I ended up hanging out together, getting coffee, and generally having a great time chatting about state parks and road trips and things like that.  I mean, I never know how she feels about me, but, this many years later, I have nothing but fond memories.  I ended up following her to her panel on "How to Say 'No' to Your Editor." I probably embarrassed her by publicly commenting that I thought that her editorial letter, while LONG, actually made my novel better.  Which is all true, and it's not like sucking up to her NOW would help my career any.

From there I had a panel, which I moderated, on DEATH NOTE a manga which has spawned a zillion adaptations, including an American remake for Netflix.  I thought that panel went very well. I think it helps that I reread the entire manga a few days earlier, so all the character interactions were fresh in my mind.

I did a lot of bumming around at con this year because I was semi-chaperoning three teenagers: Mason, his girlfriend, and their mutual guy friend.  So, I took them all out to dinner and whatnot and ended up watching part of the "Infinity War" panel with them. But, while waiting for my teens to get their acts together, I ran into [personal profile] opalsong and talked fandoms and the various things she's been podcasting.  I made Thursday an early night, though. I think we were all home by 8pm-9pm. 

Friday I had a 9:30 am panel. I saw Eleanor having breakfast in the hotel restaurant and so I crashed her table for a few minutes (and an extra cup of coffee) before my panel. Anne Lyle was there so we ended up talking about the World Cup and some of the other differences between American and U.K. life.

My panel, another one that I moderated, seemed to also go pretty well. This one was about Timothy Dalton as Bond and I think we ended up with a fairly lively discussion, despite the early hour.

At some point later, I ended up at "Judging a Book By its Cover."  CONvergence always has this track of panels that are really more like entertainment, Villification Tennis, Power-point Karaoke, the Poetry Slam, etc.  This one is one that Mason and I have seen before and it is almost always quite hilarious, even if the 'panelists' flail, because the covers they find for it are always worth the price of admission.  But, the performers were all amazing, so it was very entertaining.

I spent a LONG time sitting on the floor near the costuming atrium near the pool/cabana area chatting with Ty Blauersouth about... kind of everything, which was lovely.  

Then, I was one of the judges for the Poetry Slam, which went very well. It was enough fun that I think I'm going to try to catch it next year, even if I'm not a participant.

The final panel of Friday for me was another one I moderated which was the Chuck Tingle fan panel. I'm not sure how well that one went, but the audience seemed to enjoy it as one of them gave me a "good job" ribbon afterwards (which is only ironic since I really felt like I'd flailed around a lot.)  But, I mean, the subject matter alone is fairly entertaining, so there is that.

Saturday was my off day, but I did get to have lunch with [personal profile] naomikritzer and Ms. Shannon Paul, which prompted me to hit the comedy show to watch Ms. Shannon perform, which was, by far, the highlight of my day.

I ended up skipping con entirely on Sunday because I was WORN OUT.


lydamorehouse: (Renji 3/4ths profile)
 I've determined today to get a decent start (well, re-start after talking to Wyrdsmiths,) on my proposal for a mystery cozy that my agent was looking for. I'm a four pages in and all I want to do is... anything else.  

In fact, I just got back from running an errand and am eyeing up the dishes. I hate doing the dishes.  The only thing that makes doing the dishes bearable to me is the fact that I usually watch anime while doing it.

I even started the laundry, another job I loathe.

All to avoid writing.

I'm SUCH a stereotype.

I'm pretty sure I mentioned the cozy here before.  There's no real "interest." All that happened is that my agent was talking to an editor (as per her job) and the editor said something to the effect of, "You know what *I'd* love to see....? I'd love to see a cozy mystery set in the craft beer brewing community" and my agent, being an actual decent person who seems to legitimately have my back, passed on this bit of industry gossip. I'm probably the absolute worst person to try to write this. For one, I don't drink beer. AT. ALL.  I grew up in a brewing town and the smell of hops kind of makes me think, unpleasantly, of overly hot, swampy days. So I never bothered to acquire a taste for it.  I've done some home brewing of wines, but never (obviously, since I don't drink it) beer.

HOWEVER, the universe seems to want me to give this a try, because, by absolute chance I met a woman at Minicon who not only is a craft beer enthusiast, but ran her own craft beer brewery.  So, I contacted Kathleen on Facebook and she's agreed to be my expert advisor.  In fact, we got together a couple of weekends ago and talked about the local craft brewing scene. I learned a lot of interesting stuff and immediately got an idea of how the murder could happen.

So, I've been diligently poking at this proposal for several weeks now. I really want to get it done so that I can start on the part that's going to be the most difficult for me: writing the sample chapters.  I should probably just start writing those, too, but [insert typical writerly whine, aka "WRITING IS HARD!"].

Who thought this was a good career for me, anyway?  Oh, wait. I did.
lydamorehouse: (ichigo being adorbs)
 Today was the 2017 Minnesota Writing Workshop. I was a guest critiquer, which meant that I got about 10 pages of a manuscript to read and review ahead of time and 10 minute slots in which to give the good news/bad news to the submitters.  It was a very... intensive process, even though I only had three.  (Four writers had submitted, but one decided not to show/couldn't make it for whatever reason.)  All of my critiquees left with a smile.

Long ago--actually it was my first Loft class, one I took, no less, that's how long ago--I learned something important about critique.  No matter how far along you are in your career, it's more... palatable to hear about the things you did right, that excited or thrilled the reader FIRST. After you get a little praise, then it's a lot easier to open your ears and really listen to what didn't work, where you need improvement, the GLARING HORRIFIC PLOT HOLES, etc.  So all the people who got critiques from me heard how much I liked the sassy heroine's witty repartee or the depth of their world building, etc., before I doled out the bad news.  One person was so happy with my critique that her mom sought me out afterwards to give me a giant bear hug.

:-)

I found out later that wasn't really the typical tone.  I poked my head into a workshop called "First Pages," where the first pages of anonymous contributors (presumably at the conference?) were read aloud and given an on-the-fly, off-the-cuff critique by a panel of about seven agents/editors (who also had a paper copy in front of them). My friends.... it was brutal. I don't think I would've submitted the first page of my published novels to this group! It was like "American Idol" only more vicious!  To be fair, I think it was all accurate and excellent advice.  I don't think people were being mean for sport or gratuitously.  But, it definitely was hard core.  No one was pulling punches.  

Writing is a tough business, no doubt. If you can't handle blunt, albeit constructive criticism then, yeah, maybe this business isn't for you.  BUT... I tend to try to be more sensitive.  I believe in honest critique, but I have made my writers' group stick with the strengths first model because I really believe it works to... well, not soften the blow, but to be more receptive to it.  The point of critique is to really listen and try to honestly consider what's not working in your piece, right? 

But, some people like the other method. For them, it feels more 'honest' if you go for the jugular right out of the gate (just to mix my metaphors.) In fact, at lunch, when I was talking to the other agents and editors who were doing critiques and hearing pitches, they were saying that a lot of people were saying to them, "No, I want you to hurt me."  

Indeed, one of the critiquees that I was the most kind to told me that she had come prepared to listen hard and take copious notes. She'd steeled herself for the "this is going to take a lot of work" speech.  I was like, "Nah, girl, you're good. Send it out." (Hence the hug.)

The conference was in the Riverfront hotel in downtown Saint Paul which was a nice venue. There was a nice lounge area in the middle of everything for hanging out and recharging phones.  It was much smaller than I expected. I think because of the number of writers I know, I assumed it would be packed. But, I think it was fairly expensive. I only saw one local author I knew (probably most people were out at one of the three big protests today--there was a rally in support of Planned Parenthood, a #BlackLivesMatters march, and Caravan of Love - marching in support of immigrants and refugees.) I told all my critiquees that, if they lived near here, they should really be attending local science fiction conventions. I also plugged the heck out of WisCON's writers' workshop too.  Hopefully, we will see a few fresh faces at various cons.

A good day.

The other funny thing about the workshop was the fact that in pretty much all of their correspondence to presenters they mentioned "there is no coffee available on site!" I took this dire warning very seriously and stopped at Claddaugh's Wee Shop on the way in. Undercaffinated critiquing seemed like a really, really bad idea.

Oh, yes! The other nice thing that happened is that I reconnected with a former student of mine who has gone on to co-found a publishing company called  Wise Ink.  We made a date to get together for coffee. So, that's cool.

lydamorehouse: (ichigo being adorbs)
The Internet landed on Neil Gaiman's head.

Luckily, that soft, curly mop of hair will deflect much of the impact. I'm not worried about Gaiman.  Gaiman will be fine, I'm sure.

Also, it seems very clear to most people that what Gaiman said was meant as an advert/squee/general endorsement, not Word of God.  If you don't want to read the whole article, the short of it is that, in an effort to promote the opening of enrollment of Clarion, a long-standing writers' workshop, Gaiman suggested that writers "need, NEED" to go to Clarion.  He's already answered a dozen accusations by clarifying that he didn't mean to imply that anyone who didn't go to Clarion wasn't a real writer (especially since that would include himself), he was just being an enthusiastic supporter, and that all a writer needs to do to be a writer is write.  

In fact, most of the people I'm friends with on Facebook, seem completely baffled as to why Gaiman got dumped on with such vitriol.

I'm not.

Yes, the only thing that makes you a writer is if you write.  However, writing is NOT the same as publishing.  Publishing is a for-profit business, and it is inherently unfair from start to finish.  There are thousands and thousands of excellent and talented writers out there. Conversely, there are only so many slots in traditional publishing houses for all that talent to go. 

I could go on about it, but I'm not going to waste space telling you what most of you already know: getting published is hard, often impossible.  It's heart breaking.  It's soul killing.  And, yet, other people seem to be able to do it, and so you start casting around, wondering, what the hell, how did they do it, when I can't???!!

Cue: Clarion.

Clarion is an expensive, in-person, live-in, SIX WEEK writers' workshop. There are two of them (or at least there used to be: one in the east, in Michigan, and one the west, in California, I think.)  You pay not only the attendance fee, but your own travel, board, and expenses.(There's at least one scholarship available, however.) The trade off is that you get six weeks of writing instruction (and writing time) not only with your peers in the field, but also with people like Neil Gaiman as your teachers.  Usually, also, there's at least one editor who attends, so you're guaranteed a chance to get in-person feedback from someone who could actually forward your career in one way or another.  

This is, in point of fact, a HUGE leg-up.

As I said before, publishing is a business.  In business, you need contacts, networking skills.  Clarion provides a singular opportunity for these.  In fact, I still tell my students to consider going, if they can afford it.  I feel like Clarion also gives writers and opportunity to really "level up" as the kids would say, in terms of writing craft, skill, because it is so intensive.

When Clarion would have been advantageous for me, I could have *maybe* scrapped together enough to go, but I couldn't have taken that much time off from work.  So, I didn't go, but, man, I wanted to.

Dozens of my friends went.  (That's not even hyperbole, Minneapolis/St. Paul has a huge SF/F writing community and at the time I was deep, deep into it.) I was pretty damn envious of all the war stories they told, the t-shirt they came back with, and the people I considered SF/F celebrities that they now knew when they went to WorldCons or elsewhere. It felt, from the outside, like an exclusive membership. Like they really HAD gotten VIP access badges or some secret handshake that I didn't. In a way, they did have their own language. At cons, alum would greet each other with cries of "West '92!" or "East '08!"  and I always wanted to join in with something like, "Bravo! Zulu! Charlie!" because... well, because I'm a weirdo. 

But, so the point is... I can understand why some people piled on Neil's comment.  There's lots about the unfairness of publishing to be angry about.  It's also especially painful when it feels like the barrier between getting into the cool, insider club is money.  And time.  And also: this.

I'm not saying that's the truth. Clarion is expensive, but they're not making money hand over fist either.  In fact, they've had a lot of trouble with solvency.  East may have folded. I know it was in danger of doing so a couple of years ago.

I'm just saying I can understand why people reacted the way they did.

Of course, Clarion isn't the answer any more than anything else is. I know plenty of Clarion alum who published, but I know more who didn't. I even know several alum who stopped writing entirely.

So, even this HUGE advantage isn't a guarantee of success.  In a way, that's why people are mad.  There isn't any magic entry.  Not even talent or skill. (That a lie we tell ourselves, but go read something like Fifty Shades of Gray and explain to me how talent was the key to success there.)  Some people literally luck out, and that's almost all there is to it. Persistence being the other major factor, but, on the other hand, I've known people to beat their heads bloody against that barrier to publishing, too.  So, even being persistent isn't a guarantee.  So, of course, people are angry. Of course they're mad at Neil for seeming to suggest that the magic key is to buy your way into the kingdom.  And maybe they're like I was, those years ago, staring, green-eyed, at all the Clarion alum who seem to have some advantage they don't.  That's maddening too.  The whole business is maddening.

This is why I tell my students that they'd better have a reason they write that has nothing to do with being published.  I tell them over and over, you need something to fuel your spirits and keep yourself going.  You need to love the process and celebrate it.  You need to know that you'd do it anyway, even if nothing ever comes of it.

Because you might get lucky.  I did.  
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Today I'll be teaching one of the Loft's "First Pages" (a one day, drop-in, informal class) at the Nokomis Library from 2-3:30 pm on "Fan Fiction." First Pages is a neat idea. It's described as: 90 minute introductory sessions in creative writing for kids, teens, and adults. They take place at area libraries throughout Hennepin County and are free to participants.

I'll be curious to see how this goes, but I'm excited to give it a try. The only bummer is that I seem to be suffering a touch of stomach flu. I thought I was over it, having gone to bed last night at around five o'clock and slept straight through until this morning. However, the toast I tried didn't last long, as they say.

Ah, well. Other than bathroom breaks and limiting what I feel like eating, I'm otherwise doing all right.

Yesterday, I spent most of the morning recording some Sumerian phrases with an Augsburg College professor for the podcast. I think we got a lot of really good material, actually. So, now I just have to find some time (harder than you'd think with Mason home for MEA week and my work with Sofa Wolf Press starting on Monday) to do all the editing. I am hoping, however, to have something together by next week. I'll be posting about that all over the place when it's up. But, what was cool about yesterday's meeting is that the prof. talked a lot about how Sumerian works, and the various levels of meaning attached to each pictogram. We talked about the beginnings of writing, and how the very first piece of creative writing to be attributed/claimed by anyone was that of a woman. The prof. re-told the story of Inanna's descent into the underworld, which I'm hoping to clip out of the interview and maybe set up as a separate podcast, something like "Unseen Bedtime Stories."

So there's a lot going on creatively.

I just wish I felt a little better.
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Remember when I had to take my car into the shop and I spent the day at Ramsey County Library? Well, Mason was wildly jealous, and has been bugging me to give him a "library day." Today, is library day for us. Mason is off for the month on Intersession, so we're going to head out as soon as the library opens around 10 am and make a full day of it. Should be fun, I think.

...Or he'll be bored after a couple of hours, which will be fine too. It's a lovely day. It's supposed to his 78 degrees (F). If he feels like bailing, maybe I'll talk him into a walk around Como Zoo and Conservatory or a hike through Hidden Falls or something.

In other news, I had an epiphany yesterday. Not as exciting as it may sound. I'm actually fairly prone to epiphanies, and when I articulate it, you'll probably be all, "whatever. *I* knew _that_." This is why I'm prone to ephiphanies, and why no one should alert the national media when I announce I've had one. Things that are obvious to other people will suddenly hit me like a sack of bricks. Just ask my dad about Montreal. (We both felt stupid about that one!)

At any rate, here is it: writing is hard.

See, I said you'd be disappointed.

But, specifically, the thing I learned yesterday regarding the hardness of writing is that it's hard for both the writer AND THE READER.

I should say that I'm talking about original fiction here, and that by comparing fan fiction critque to to original fiction critique is how I learned this startling fact. At a fan fiction writing party I went to last Friday, I was hanging out with my fan fiction writing friends and the conversation turned to original fiction. Both myself and one of the other women there are trying to write original fiction for sale (she's sold some coloring books, I've, of course, sold novels and am trying to break back into that gig.) Anyway, we agreed that what was missing from original fiction writing was the cheerleading. She agreed to cheerlead my original fiction projects, so I posted the very rough beginning of my Deep Space Lawyer up on Google Docs for her.

If my novel start had been a peice of my fanfic, I have no doubt I would have gotten the "whoosh" of excitement as she ran off to read it.

Instead, I got crickets.

In fact, I gave up waiting for critique from her and revised it based on some things that my writers' group said about an unrelated novel start, the one that takes place on Mars (because I thought that their thoughts applied to this one as well.)

Maybe I should be annoyed or disappointed by this reaction, but instead I asked myself, why I am I so much more excited to read the lastest from my friend [livejournal.com profile] empty_mirrors's amazing alternate universe Bleach epic, and yet I have to drag my feet through reading a submission from Wyrdsmiths? (A phenomenon so common we all jokingly refer to having "read our homework on the bus" sometimes, because, despite having these manuscripts often for TWO WHOLE WEEKS in advance, we _all_ have times when wait until the very last moment to sit down and read them and then RL conspires to make it impossible to read before the group meeting. So, sometimes I'll arrive at the coffee shop early and everyone is quickly reading the last of the handouts....)

I think this happens partly because, ultimately, original fiction is work for the READER, too. Particulary in critique, but perhaps all the time. I was also having a lovely email chat with Kyell Gold, my fellow GoH from Gaylaxicon, and we were talking about the sense a lot of science fiction fans (and pros) have of being woefully under-read in our field. This feeling sometimes causes us to sit down with a particular IMPORTANT author's work and plow through the MEANINGFUL NOVEL, like it's the biggest chore on the f*cking planet.

To be fair to Kyell, he didn't actually suggest that the book he'd read was a chore, but the discussion in general made me remember the times *I'd* done that and felt that way.

Fanfiction gets a different response, I think, because the reader knows s/he's already invested in the story and the characters. I like Renji so much, I'll pretty much try ANY story where he's a character. But I also tend to be picky. I'll try, but I'm very likely to bounce off, so when you finally meet a writer whose writing you actually like, but perhaps even ADMIRE, it's NOT a chore to read their beta-drafts, it's a F*CKING PLEASURE.

I've been known to have the same experience with original ficition, of course. There are authors whose work I'm so in love with that I rush off to buy/borrow their latest INSTANTLY and, if they asked, I would drop EVERYTHING to be their beta/critique reader. But, when a friend, even a friend whose work you know you like, asks you to read their original fiction (especially if it's NOT a continuation of a favorite story with characters you already know you like) it's a lot harder to get motivated to dig in. Perhaps, too, because original fiction has to be read in a different way and -SOMETIMES- the critique is more intense, more in-depth.... or at least it's a different kind of critique in that there are different expectations for original fiction than there are of fanfiction.

So, writing is hard for the reader too.

I think this is why it's important for me to have a group like Wyrdsmiths, who are basically beholden to read my original fiction and try to help me fix it (because I have promised to do the same for them). I wonder, too, if this is an especially painful problem for people trying to make the switch to writing original fiction after growing up/being immersed in the fanfic community? I think it could be potenetially very disheartening to get crickets if you're expecting whooshes. It would probably be very tempting to imagine that the crickets come from the fact that 'my writing is NO GOOD!' thoughts, rather than what is probably the truth--that reading original fiction is a chore, no matter how good the writing and the story.

Thoughts?
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I think I may have actually deleted a thoughtful response to my "Fan Fiction Addiction" post.  I've been getting super-spammed here at LJ, and I think I may have hit "delete" out of habit.  I reprinted what the commenter said and my response to it in the comments of the previous post.  I hope she or he isn't offended that it seemed to go away.... anyway, I'm still thinking about that subject, honestly.  Because I'm hitting a kind of crisis point with my writing career.

It's officially been a year since I was under contract. 

I've been having a really hard time bouncing back from this one, and I've been trying to figure out how to break out of the cycle I've gotten into emotionally.  I've written a ton in that time period, nearly 200,000 words, all of it fan fic.  I've also drawn more art than I have since my last year in high school.  It's been a wickedly creative period for me, but there hasn't been a whole lot officially original that whole time. 

I've been reminded how much FUN writing can be, but I've had trouble translating that fun to other projects.  One of the things I've been thinking about to help motivate myself is that I'm seriously thinking about starting a new writers group...  or maybe just cultivate a wider range of writer friends.  What I'd love is to surround myself with creative, HUNGRY types -- sort of the me I used to be a decade ago when I had all the enthusiasm and drive of the BAKUMAN characters (I'm up to graphic novel collection #7, btw.  Still an amazingly inspirational story.)

I've been terrible about keeping up with my idea-a-day project, but I have gotten several really interesting things started, including an idea for a superhero novellette/novella that I may or may not submit to the anthology that inspired it.  The deadline for that is early November and I work well under deadline, so I may shoot to have something finished for that, regardless.

I'm thinking about doing the Novel in a Month thingy, with an eye to producing an e-book of Garnet Lacey or one of my other former series as Tate. 

But, I'm working on lighting a fire under myself. 

Fingers crossed.

At Con

Jul. 4th, 2012 02:13 pm
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Starting tomorrow (actually, for me, tonight), I will be assuming my duties as one of the guests of honor at CONvergence. If you're headed to, as many locals refer to it, "The Con," please feel free to stop by and say hello (or ogle my time-traveling hair.)  My schedule can be found at:   http://schedule.convergence-con.org/?s=Lyda+Morehouse.

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Last night, I typed my two favorite words in the English language: "The END." Of course, at this stage, the book is really not done in the least. My MVBR (most valuable beta reader), [livejournal.com profile] naomikritzer, has yet to read and comment on all the stuff I skimmed over, my embarassingly stupid misspellings, the plot holes, and the bits I blatently left out. Naomi is also wicked awesome at uncovering emotional themes that I didn't entirely realize I had going and giving me ways to bring them more to the surface. So, when she's done, I'll have some work to do.

BUT I can haz a working draft. A book what has a beginning, middle and end. For me, the hardest part is over, as I'm one of those writers who really prefers revision to writing (in some ways. It's at least a place I feel a lot less PRESSURE.)

To be fair to this WiP, however,I actually really enjoyed putting words to the page this time around, thanks, in large part, to my mother's advice to simply "embrace the cheese."

I will have to say, however, that I am never again naming any project with a title that includes the number 13. This book has been totally cursed. This morning, I got frantic email from Naomi telling me that the version I emailed her seemed to end in the middle of a scene. I went back to my computer and it looked like I didn't save all the words I'd written that took the story from that scene to "The END." I started to FREAK. Then, I realized that through some really weird accident, the final version of the book got renamed (of all things) "Maybe." (Explain THAT one, Dr. Freud.)

This was not the first computer weirdness I've had since starting the book. I'm seriously looking on-line for an "uninstal gremlins" button for the Toshiba.

Anyway, that's a big YAY. Shawn looked at me this morning and asked, "So what are you going to do with all your free time?"

For one, I need to start writing up ideas for more book proposals. I also have a short story percoloating in the back of my mind that I'd like to get down on paper for an anthology I was considering submitting to.

So... write, I guess. :-)
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First, the turkeys: this morning, while driving Mason to school, I had to stop the car to let a wild turkey cross the road at Summit near Victoria. I pointed it out to Mason, who looked up from his Pokemon book and said (without missing a beat): "Huh. The chicken must have had the day off."


My son, the comedian.


Now, Ostara. Saturday was officially the Spring Equinox, or, for some of us, Ostara or Oester. Shawn and I were a bit disorganized this year, so the Ostara Bunny officially made his appearance on Sunday. (The excuse, "Uh, the moon is void of course until after 7 pm, so the bunny doesn't want to risk breaking the eggs." I don't think the kid bought it, though.) Anyway, Mason, Mama and I decorated over a dozen eggs. Then, on Sunday morning, Mason bounded up on Sunday morning ready to hunt eggs. He found almost all of them. To be fair, I miscounted, and thought the Ostara Bunny only hid 12, turns out he hid 14. The bunny also brought a huge basket full of candy, including (for ima) Swedish fish "eggs."


I also baked some awesome hot cross buns and we had quiche for lunch. I also made egg, butterfly, flower, and dragonfly shaped cookies. My kitchen is a mess, but my tummy is still quite happy, since I got to have leftover quiche for breakfast this morning.


Our family did our usual "waking Mother Earth" ritual, in which we take candles out early in the morning and put them in the herb garden to warm the earth. Some years we've had to dig through snow. This year, the ground was a bit frozen due to an overnight frost, but the gardening fork make three perfect holes in the ground. I'd also intended to take Mason to a kids & kin ritual at Sacred Paths, but we got caught up playing "Dire Grove" (a mystery/seek and find) on the computer with mama and so I forgot.


Mason also made friends with the neighbor boys on Sunday. It was a big momment for mama, who has never really witnessed the joy/heartbreak of watching Mason go off on his own with other kids. To sort of keep an eye on him, I ended up doing a lot of yard work. Now our front lawn is one of the few garbage free, raked ones in the entire neighborhood.


All and all it was a pretty perfect weekend, and I didn't even mention the fun Mason and I had at [livejournal.com profile] naomikritzer's Saint Patrick's day party on Saturday evening. Her husband made the most delicious corned beef with all the fixings, and I had some great conversations with fellow writers: [livejournal.com profile] haddayr and her husband Jan. Mason, in his classic way, was happy playing with the other kids for about an hour, and then he wanted to curl up in my lap and have me read to him from 50 DANGEROUS THINGS YOU SHOULD LET YOUR KIDS DO (or whatever that book is called.) At that point, neither of us was being social any more, and though it was hard for Mason to let the book go, I told him we should go home.


(Note: we'd already ordered the book, so it was slightly easier than normal to seperate him from a beloved book.)

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I'm not even sure I can list everything that I did over the weekend in the amount of space LJ allows!

Let's give it a try, though, shall we?

First of all, I've still be plagued by this lingering cough. It's morphed into something more sinus related, but, whatever it is, it's killing me... slowly.

On Friday, I attended a birthday party for [livejournal.com profile] jiawen at Mirror of Korea, which was a whole lot of awesome. I met some cool new people and got to know some people I'd met before a lot better. In fact, I had a conversation that night that's haunted me the whole weekend. One of the women there talked about how the world is becoming more conservative, and my initial reaction was the opposite -- since all my friends on the left are becoming more radicalized by all the weirdness on the right. But, I've been slowly considering her point. With venues like Fox (Faux) News spreading so many lies, is the average American being pushed more right/more conservative? We're certainly losing ground in places like California in terms of GLBT rights, and in places all over the world that are being posioned by religious right organizations... it's hard to say.

Anyway, Saturday was INTENSE. It started with a call from my friend Paul who lives in Pennsylvania. We were friends in high school and his family still lives in LaCrosse. He was flying through the Cities on the way to visit LaCrosse, so we met up at... (wait for it)... the Mall of America. Or, as I like to refer to it: the Maul. I was Mauled by the Mall, too. I only agreed because Paul said he'd be willing to take Mason on a few rides at the amusement park, and Mason has been DYING to do the rollercoasters there. (Meanwhile, I would rather die than go on one.) Turns out Paul and his family aren't big fans of rollercoasters, either, but they did go on several rides with Mason... including this crazy "spooky plank" thing that's hard to even describe. It's not really a "ride" per se. It's three story structure that's made up of high wires, basically, as well as other catwalk kinds of things. It's meant to be a bit like a crow's nest on a ship, but is much more sprawling. Anyway, Mason and Paul's wife got on harnesses (you have to wear mounteering harnasses) and braved that thing. All the way up... almost. The funny part? Paul, who has to walk real catwalks as part of his job at as a theatre electrician, got to the first set of stairs with his daughter and chickened out. Not that I blame him. I told him that I knew myself well enough that I could see a scenario where I got to the middle of one of those platforms and froze. They'd need the fire department to talk me down.

Then we braved the Mall/Maul traffic to get back home for "a little lunch" as we say here in Minnesota, and then back out to a birthday party for one of Mason's school mates. It was held in an industrial park warehouse. Seriously. The interior had been transformed (mostly, there were still cavernous ceilings and loading dock doors), into a bouncey house play area. There were enormous air-filled slides, obsticle courses, etc. All those funky, LOUD (with all the air compressors going) bouncy structures you see out at county fairs, only jamed into this odd, industrial warehouse. Still, it was really kind of innovative, and the kids could have cared less. The adults could have used an in-house Starbucks, but that's another story.

They fed us pizza and cake, and then Mason and I ducked out a bit early because we had yet one more social obligation: a wedding reception for our friends Richard and Frank... who'd gotten married at one of those states where such things are legal. Richard is a work colleague of Shawn's besides being a great friend, who lives out in Arizona. He has a lot of friends and family in Minnesota, though, and it was held at his sister's house. Mason was pretty exhausted, but Richard and Frank have given him many gifts over the years (including the only stuffed animal Mason has ever bonded to, his rabbit, Sirralabouydoh) and he was specifically invited. After Mauling and boucing, though, he was pretty wiped out, and mostly spent his time in a quiet corner of the house, reading. It made it easy for Shawn and I to socailize, though. And I ended up having a great time, though by this point I'd mostly lost my voice. I did manage to pitch my books to a couple there, so...

It's always such a funny thing, telling people you're a writer. Inevitably they ask if I'm published by one of the Minnesota preses, and I always have to say, "No, New York. Perhaps you've heard of Penguin USA?" I always feel a bit snotty, but the assumption is kind of a dis... though I think it's meant to give me an "easy out" if I am only a local star, as it were. I finally figured it out Saturday night, though. It's as if I tell people I'm a movie star. They look at me an think, "Okay, this isn't Brad Pitt, so she must mean she does independent films or something." Plus, you figure there's NO WAY someone you're sitting next to at a party has REALLY been in a Hollywood film. That's an LA/New York thing. Not a Minnesota deal, right?

I think it's the same for people when I say I'm a writer. They haven't heard of me. Why would they have (although sometimes people do know Tate Hallaway). So they figure there's no way I run in the same circles as people they have heard of. Like sometimes I like to shock mundanes by saying, "You've seen True Blood? It's based on a book that's published by my publisher. I shared an editor with the woman who writes that series." (Not any more, but we're still at the same house!)

It's like I'm "woman on the street #2" in films starring George Clooney.

Anyway, Sunday was much more relaxed. We got our Solstace tree and did our annual running across University Avenue dragging the huge tree tradition. Every year, we buy our tree from the Y's Men's lot that's just across University from our block. Every year, they ask if they can help tie the tree to our car. Every year, we explain we're just going to drag it home. Every year, we're nearly killed by a semi... okay, not quite, but dodging cars on University is tough enough, add a tree and a six year old to the mix and it gets pretty chaotic.

It's a beautiful tree. We've had taller, broader ones in the past, but this one still fills the space and it's by fair the straightest tree we've ever had.

My friend Harry came over and drank eggnog and chatted while we decorated. I think I managed to convince him that he doesn't have to be a writer to be my friend. Harry's passion is theatre/arts therapy and he's knee-deep in starting up his own practice. I really admire him. This is the second business he's started from scratch, the first being a wildly successful computer programming business that he was able to sell and finance his education in theatre/arts therapy, which is nothing to sneeze at. Now he's starting from the ground up again later in life, and, despite what he'd tell you, is off to an amazing start. He's really breaking some new ground -- for himself and for the therapy community here. I wish him only the best and I have a lot of confidence in his abilities. If I had an ounce of his self-starter-ness I'd... well, I'd have RESURRECTION CODE done, for one.

Speaking of which, I earned a new writer badge. I finally had that experience of hitting the go button on the answering machine and cringing at the sound of my editor's voice asking, "so... about that book..." (no pressure!) Yes, Virginia, I missed my deadline. AGAIN. But I sat down with my calendar and some serious fretting and considering and I think I've got an answer to when the damn book will be done. The worst part is that New York keeps calling. I just got the editorial letter/edits from Anne on the young adult book, ALMOST TO DIE FOR, and a January deadline for that. However, I hope to whip through those before Christmas so I can focus the next month on finishing RESURRECTION CODE.

Eek.

Anyway, how are you?
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Okay, I should be working on revisions, but Mason is home from school (some scheduled deal -- I swear kids spend every other Friday home.) We went to the library this morning. I should learn never to go to the library with a list of books I want to find. My library never has them. I have to order them or put myself on a waiting list. I did pick up Scott Westerfeld's SO YESTERDAY, though what I really wanted was the first of his UGLIES/PRETTIES series. While I was searching him in the database, I discovered Westerfeld wrote EVOLUTION'S DARLING, a book (and short story) that I found strange yet compelling. So when they had SO YESTERDAY on the shelf and it didn't seem to be the third or thirteenth book in a series, I picked it up. The nice thing about the library is that if it's not my taste, I can just drop it off. No questions asked.

I finished Willis' INSIDE JOB last night after Wyrdsmiths. That book was pretty awesome. I hesitate to recommend it because it might be hard to find, as Subterranean Press is somewhat smallish. Anyway, I ripped through it, though, like I noted yesterday, it's a small book, maybe even just a novellette.

A friend recommended VELLUM: THE BOOK OF ALL HOURS by Hal Duncan, which I tried to find at the library to no avail. It was supposed to be on the shelf, but it wasn't! When I took Mason to HalfPrice Books, there it was, tauting me. So I bought it. (I hope it doesn't suck! I can't return it!)

Also, since all of the kids are reading it, I tried to check out BONESHAKER by Cherie Priest but my library had ordered it but not put it in the system officially yet. No one has dropped one used yet, no surprise, though, since it's so new.

If you can't tell, all I want to do on a snowy day like today is curl up with one of these books and read. I don't want to work on my revisions, especially since I have to sit at the "big" computer to write (as opposed to my paperweight of a laptop.) After this Backyardigans is over, I'm going to coax Mason out into the cold. We need to check and see if a local computer shop has a replacement cord. It would be nice to be able to use my laptop sooner rather than later. Obviously the big computer works fine (since I'm using it to write to you), but it's not as comfy as laying on the couch or in the bed and I've gotten awfully spoiled by the convenience of that.

Also, I have to say my instinct was right. There's been a thread about advances on a list of professional SF/F writers that I belong to that I have quite purposefully avoided. Knowing what other people get paid for their writing is potentially crazy-making. The thread came up at Wyrdsmiths and I actually got interested enough to check it out this morning. Mistake. Now I feel even LESS like doing my revisions. Although if I don't do them, I don't get paid at all....

Though I don't really have that much to do. Some of it is very simple. But, like I've been saying, I've been paying more attention to the book because it *is* the last of the Garnet books and I don't want it to be a disappointment to readers.

I need to get it off my plate, though, because the next big thing I need to do is come up with some proposals for more adult books by Tate. My editor is willing to consider more contemporary urban fantasy. I'd like to be able to give my agent a range of ideas, maybe a half dozen. Shawn and I came up with some ideas, but I need to flesh them out into proposals so I have something to offer.

Plus all my web pages are woefully out-dated.

Stuff to do!
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Last night at Wyrdsmiths, the reception of my newest re-vision of the prequel was met with a resounding, "Uhm." My favorite part was when Eleanor declined to critique it until she'd heard whether or not everyone else was going to completely trash it. After Bill made happy noises that I was at least making progress, Eleanor decided "well, if Bill likes it, it's probably okay."

Wow.

So this morning I am starting again.

I have no fraking idea why I am struggling so much to write this book. I decided, however, that I'm still missing essential Mouse-ness somehow, and have decided to riff on an off-handed suggestion last night to write a short story about this article (forwarded to me originally by [livejournal.com profile] naomikritzer) that had inspired one of Page's footnotes (which were too long, too many, and not funny enough. *sigh*).

The book now starts like this:

"You know you're living in a true sh*t-hole when the army won't even send real soldiers. Drones they call 'em. Mohammad and I call 'em "parts."
Here comes another one now. It rolls smoothly on the wavy, shifting sand dunes that fill the narrow roadway between the crumbling buildings and half-buried stalls. Its motor chatters as it pings and ticks and whirs to itself, like the mutterings of an old, lost soul in this ghostly marketplace."

That has more something... more *je ne sais pas.* I think it will eventually lead me back some places I'd been before, but I need to see them all again with fresh, science fictional eyes.

I've been depressed all morning, though I did sit and compose a bit of the new stuff out in the backyard (horray for laptop batteries and outlets in the garage). The sun on my skin felt great and I was visited by a mangy, calico cat who sat and watched me suspiciously for several moments before rubbing her scent glands against the picnic table just to let me know it was hers. Later a squrriel buried a few nuts or seeds or just randomly dug holes like they're wont to do, and a juvenile robin sat on Mason's jungle gym before fluttering off to greener pastures, no doubt.

I really kind of want to give in to my cravings for a Coke or some chocolate, but I went to the gym this morning and realize that it would take more than thirty minutes on the eliptical to sweat off that one can of Coke. Bleah. Perhaps tonight I will drink too much Mike's Hard Lemonade and watch more of "The Closer." Although Shawn's friend Liz is coming over for homemade pizza -- the dough is rising even now, which should be fun, and distracting from my writing woes.

Well, nose to the grindstone. I may write a bit of Tate's YA, since that practically writes itself at breakneck speeds.

*double sigh*
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You can all be offically jealous of my lay-about lifestyle now. I just spent the past two hours sitting outside in the backyard writing.

Yeah, it *was* awesome.

I haven't done the dishes or anything. The only thing I did was that when I felt the old I'm-writing-restlessness come on, I got up and pulled a few weeds and planted a couple of terra cotta pots as toad houses. (I loved toads a child, and would love to encourage them to hang out in my backyard. I haven't seen many in the Twin Cities, though.)

Now that I've come inside, I'm all irritated. Some days it really doesn't pay to check the internets. It just makes me cranky.

But I should go have something for lunch now, before I get wobbly and irritated. I'm thinking about making myself something with eggs and possibly spinach because the day is yet young. Mason challenged me to write 3,000 words today, and, after school, we're all headed to Como Town because they're having free rides at the amusement park between 4:00 pm and 8:00 pm. We're taking Mason's best buddy (this year, at least,) and meeting up with his Mom afterwards for hot dogs. Then, unless it is cancelled for lack of interest (or profound irritation), there's supposed to be Wyrdsmiths' meeting tonight.

Speaking of writers, I really regret not going to the Yeti Birthday Party meeting last night. On Wednesday nights, I have a scheduled chat with one of the mentors from my Witch School. At one point I considered heading over to Yeti afterward, but Shawn talked me into staying home for whoopie. My mentor forgot about it, and so I shot her a quick email hoping she'd see it and pop over. I ended up waiting around in a chat room (talk about feeling like a loser!) for a half hour, and then gave up. Shawn and I had planned a little "The Closer" and then into the whoopie, after Mason went to sleep, but, thanks to some crossed wires on my part, Mason didn't end up asleep until late. We ended up watching TV and very little whoopie was had, although I did kick some serious butt on "Bejeweled" and topped my all-time high score. (Yes, I was sublimating. Why do you ask?)

Still, I'd been particularly craving the company of smart, witty, funny people earlier that day and I'm sure I would have been more than satisfied in that regard at Yeti had I only gone.

All well. Perhaps next month.

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