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 I am still hoping to do a recap of our last day at Bearskin (a moose! for real!) and the trip back (so many state parks!) but I am still recovering. 

For whatever reason, coming back is hard this time. Like, really hard. I don't know if it's the gloomy weather we've been having in the Twin Cities or the genearl political climate or what, but I'm just not feeling great. I'm feeling especially unloved at this very moment because I looked through a list of "professional attendees" for WorldCON and did not see my name. 

Like, part of me is as hurt and surprised as not... 

I've kind of been waiting for this day?

Like, there comes a time when a person just isn't relevant anymore. No matter if you've just published a book a few years ago. Or you're working your ass off so people know you're in the Pride StoryBundle and podcasting like mad. That stop stops mattering. You become noise. The noise of a thousand wannabes and hasbeens. You drop so completely out of the consciousness of the modern reader that it's like you never existed. 

Not being recognized as an attending professional at the Seattle WorldCON really feels like one of these watershed moments. I can see the abyss below me. 

I wish I understood why some people are never swallowed by it and other are. I have written and professionally published over a dozen books. Yet there are people who wrote ONE book whose names will live in the annals of history forever. 

Whelp. I've asked Seattle WorldCON to please consider me an attending professional, but at this point my guess is that, if they do add me, it will be as Lydia Morehouse. 

Edited to add: I am there now! They either added me quickly or it was hidden? 

Edited Addtion: There is an interesting discussion going on right now on the SFWA page about the virtual end of Seattle. As I have said here many times, I'm a big fan of virtual cons. They're great for people who can't travel. 
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 If you're at all wondering what was going on in my back brain as I was writing my most recent book, here's my Big Idea article: https://whatever.scalzi.com/2024/04/29/the-big-idea-lyda-morehouse-2/
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My new book is officially out today. I got the trade paperbacks in the mail yesterday. This morning I took the time to add subtitles, etc. Please feel free to watch for the silly subtitle mayhem, if nothing else.




Okay, so if you still haven't bought it, now is the time. https://wizardstowerpress.com/books-2/books-by-lyda-morehouse/welcome-to-boy-net/
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 Holidays should not be allowed to fall on Mondays. I feel very confused. Apparently, it is TUESDAY and will be all day. I have a very bad feeling that I will not be able to remember this and, for an entire week, will be one day behind. Or ahead. I was, in fact, going to tell you all about the manga I've been reading, but TOMORROW is Wednesday, not today.

Today feels a lot like Monday because, in addition of having to take Shawn back to work, I woke up from several dreams of being behind on something. Do you have reoccurring dreams? There was a time when I got really into dream interpretation and I started keeping a dream journal. I discovered as part of that process that I actually have a LOT of dreams that are basically the same theme, only different. Like, there will be that one about a car without brakes (usually when I feel overwhelmed or, obviously, otherwise out of control in my life,) the one about being late for a test/con panel/[fill-in-the-blank] (when I feel like I've forgotten to do something), or, strangely, that one about my deep-seated, subconscious terror of elevators (just... irrational fears time, friends!)  I actually stopped recording my dreams when I started remembering nearly all of them (up to five in a single night) and some of them seemed to be straying into "things maybe left for the subconscious to work out, quietly, unobserved, on its own" territory.

At any rate, the dream of missing something prompted me to look back on my emails and discover that, in fact, I did have something pending.

I needed to review the .pdfs of my first five novels, which Wizard's Tower Press will be putting out in new print editions this February. They will be a kind of 25th anniversary edition with a new forward by me... and HARDCOVER editions. So, if you still have ratty, yellowing copies of my original novels, this might be the year to consider replacing them with sturdier, updated copies! Just sayin'  I will let you know when they go on sale, of course. But, so like, I worked on that and it felt very start of the work week for me, too. 

I'm doomed.
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My notebook pages for the set-up for the Last Tea Shop 
Image: My notebook pages for the set-up for the Last Tea Shop,

Mason is taking a class on game theory and design at Wesleyan. He passed on to me this cute, little solo RPG called The Last Tea Shop. Solo role-playing is becoming kind of a hot thing right now. The Star Trek game that I've been playing for years just released a Solo version called Star Trek Adventures: Captain's Log, for instance. 

I will admit that when [personal profile] tallgeese first told me about Captain's Log, I was a little bit baffled. Like, how are you meant to play this? Do you just sit in a room and talk to yourself? Are you just thinking through the adventure, quietly, in your head? Or are you basically writing yourself a novel/short story? The answer is, of course, that you can do ANY of these things and probably there are other ways to play that I can't even fathom. 

I bought Captain's Log, but it seems... somewhat complicated and so I haven't tried it yet.  Even though tallgeese very patently showed me how he played and walked me through how it could be done. 

Having tried out The Last Tea Shop, I think I have a better handle now. 

The basic premise of The Last Tea Shop is that you, the player, are the proprietor of a tea house that exists on the road between life and death. You are the last homey house, as it were, before people fully cross over. This sounds like it could be a horror set-up, and, you could absolutely play it that way. I leaned into the Mushi-shi vibe? Where, like, it's a little spooky, but is mostly weird, but gentle. The player's guide, which is little more than a few pages, leads you into building your tea shop, first. You roll a single six-sided dice and choose things from a table of options. For my setting, I ended up with "a seemingly endless field of moss," but then when I rolled my list of ingredients (for the teas, because this is also, in part, a resource management game,) I decided that my tea shop had to be on a riverbank, with pine forest to the north and the misty, Other Side, on the opposite bank, to the south. 

Then you roll for your first customer, who comes down one of two paths, and you are given a set of questions to chose from (or you can make up your own) to ask them. You make them tea from your resources--there is a list of teas and their magical properties. You also roll for weather and "emotion" to give you a sense, maybe, of which tea might fit the mood.

Basically, you write yourself the story of how things go. You also get one ALONE TIME scene because, once per game, you are allowed to go on a foraging expedition to replenish your stock. I decided to do this before any customers arrived, because I wanted to have more tea brewing options. And, since I decided I was by a stream, I figured I could make the case that quartz hunting wouldn't be all that difficult.  I really enjoyed writing my fully solo adventure for some weird reason. Almost more than my interactions with the customers, at least AT FIRST. 

Interestingly, I initially wrote MYSELF, as I am, into the story. It was kind of just the easiest thing? But, by the second visitor, I realized that these were the NPCs. Ultimately, this story was ABOUT the tea shop owner and so I started to make up more of who I was and why I, specifically, was there.

At any rate, the game progresses as you roll for how many days pass between each visit. By chance, when rolling this, I got a series of sixes, so I'm already 3/4ths of the way finished. Once you reach 24 days or more a final scene is triggered. 

I was just texting with Mason about this, this morning, because the thing that is surprisingly clever about the way The Last Tea Shop is set-up is that because the game isn't done until you cumulatively roll to 24 (or more) is that by the third visitor, you start to decide somethings about your own world.  Like, because I kept having trouble matching teas to the rolled "mood/weather" I decided that my character was new to this job and kind of bad at it. So, when, by chance, my third roll landed me on a visitor with the title "Trickster," I decided this was the Management coming to test me.

Third encounter "The Trickster" whom I had appear as a raven.
Image: Third encounter "The Trickster" whom I had appear as a raven.

So, it's been fun. I haven't finished the encounter with the raven yet. It got late last night and, when you're writing out dialogue and scene setting, it takes time. But, I would like to play this all the way through and see what the ending brings me. 

The drawing and doodling is not required, but I decided it made things fun.

I have also been religiously crossing off my ingredients as I use them, since part of each encounter is deciding what to brew your visitor. (For the raven, for instance, I am making a drink called Rainbow Tea, which flashes pretty lights in the air. I'm hoping the raven will appreciate shiny gifts.) Because that drink requires a gingko leaf, I crossed it off my ingredients so that my next tea can't be the same thing. 

I am deeply surprised by how fun this is. But, I have to wonder if part of my enjoyment is that it doesn't take more than the tiniest bit of a nudge for me to start storytelling. I watched a YouTuber play this game, and she said something that seemed very true to my experience, too, which is that at some point worldbuilding just starts happening. Like, I decided that my character, the proprietor, has no tea cups. But, when visitors arrive, so does their tea service. So, for my second visitor, I discovered this set with gingko leaves was his grandmother's set.

His grandmother's set
Image: My weird brain deciding things.... in this case a doodle of "his grandmother's cup."

If you are wondering how to pass some long, quiet winter's evening, I highly recommend The Last Tea Shop (the link at the top takes you to a place you can purchase it for $5.) It has rules for two players, too, so you aren't REQUIRED to play it alone. 
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 I want to take some time soon to write-up the small adventure that Shawn and I had at the Armenian festival, but if you don't see me much this week it's because I just realized IT'S ALMOST OCTOBER and my book isn't done yet. 

I am going to be going head down over that for the next however many days it takes.

Big News

Jun. 29th, 2023 10:20 am
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 If you follow me on other social media, you've probably already seen this as my publisher sent out the press release yesterday and I dutifully did the required PR blast: https://wizardstowerpress.com/media/wizards-tower-acquires-earths-shadow-trilogy-from-lyda-morehouse/

I am going to be an extremely busy beaver for the next... three years? Technically, the contract I just signed also promises a third Alex Conner book (this is the series I'm writing as Tate Hallaway, that began with Precinct 13,) so really, more like four years?  I've got Lesbians in SPAAAACE (now renamed: Welcome to Boy.net <--thanks [personal profile] pegkerr ) to finish up and then three more books under contract--shooting for a book a year. Which. I have not done since I was last under contract with Penguin prior to 2013. 

It's daunting? But I am extremely excited by this!  Yay, Space Lesbians! 

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 blue iris
Image: blue iris growing in my boulevard garden.

As previously discussed, my attempts at gardening this year feel very... fail. Thanks to the timing of our trip to Connecticut, I didn't get a good head start. There are a lot of leaves still in the beds, and at this point it might be more disruptive to try to move them. I am trying to see what leaving the leaves in the woodland garden does, but the others? Not so much. 

But, what's that (in)famous line from Jurassic Park? Life finds a way.

It's also been really dry here in Minnesota. I believe we are officially in a drought (again.) We had just gotten out of it after the snow melt, and yet now we are this very strange position of having parts of the state flooded while also being in a drought. When Mason and I were driving around Fort Snelling State Park yesterday, there were roads we couldn't take due to high water. Even though, as I drove us there, I could see several burned out lawns already.  Worse, it always seems like it might rain every morning, but the haze in the sky is actually from the Canadian forest fires, not potential relief. 

Yet, my peonies are out there in my backyard doing their best. Likewise, the Solomon's seal and bleeding hearts.

Solomon's seal
Image: Variegated Solomon's Seal. 

bleeding heart and hosta
Image: bleeding hearts and hostas

The other big news around Chez MoreRounds (or, if you prefer, Roundhouse,) is that we got a new stove/oven. I guess in the US they always come together, so maybe I should call it a "range." But, it's that thing with which you cook and bake things. We opted for a new gas oven, so that was extra exciting because as part of the installation we had to have a gas technician do the hook-up. Mason, when we were prepping the house so the delivery people could get it through the door, asked nervously, "Should we even BE here if they're screwing around with the gas??" I mean, I kind of don't blame him for this sentiment, but it's actually a fairly simple hook-up. I just have this rule about handiwork I will do, which is "call a professional for electricity and gas." My feeling is that while, yes, water can do a lot of damage to a house, not hooking it up properly will not immediately kill me. So, I have done some plumbing? And props to all of you who rewire things? I won't argue with you if you suggest to me that some rewiring is not only easy, but fun. I'm just not that brave. I won't work with things that can murderize me if I make a small mistake.

fancy new oven 
Image fancy new oven. (Our floor looks filthy in this picture, but the tiles are actually grey with black "marbling," trust me, I also hate them. They are very retro, but never look clean.)

Anyway, this is the new beast. Today is the first day I will be making anything on it. The delivery came late enough in the day that we had all pre-agreed that it was a pizza day.

I have a couple of cute stories about the install itself. First of all, the guy who was our gas technician was named Lee. We hit it off immediately because he was very chatty... possibly the first person I have met in a long time who appears to be more extroverted than I am, more about that in a second. I actually started to get out of his way, so as not to hover over him while he worked, and he said that the company was actually appreciated, but then said, "Unless you're an old, white guy in boxers who insists on standing right in front of me while I'm crouched on the floor." Which, I laughed pretty hard at that. So, we fell into talking a bit and I did the Minnesotan thing about apologizing for the state of my kitchen, etc., and he said, "Oh, this is nothing," and then proceeded to tell me about his FIRST DAY on the job where he and his partner were called to an actual hoarder house. They're hauling out the old oven, when, out from the warming oven, scurries an entire family of RATS. One of which, in sheer panic, crawls up his pants leg and tried to hide in Lee's jacket. He's so freaked out that he dropped the oven and they ended up leaving a dent in the floor. Somehow, he not only STAYED WITH THIS JOB, but also apparently didn't get fired. 

But, at one point, I did leave him because he was struggling with removing the old hose (did I mention that the other thing I learned about Lee was that he is younger than our previous stove?) which had corroded over the 30+ years that we owned the previous stove. And, I was surprised to hear him talking to someone. Apparently, Lee is enough of an extrovert that he called one of his friends to chat with while he struggled with my appliance.

As an uber-extrovert, I found that deeply charming. 

I gave him very high marks on the review that the company sent along afterwards. 

The other big news from yesterday is that there is some progress on my novel. My editor, who is very savvy like this, has suggested that it "WOULD BE NICE" (hint, hint!!) to be able to put out a press release for my lesbian space opera during Pride Month. Seeing the brilliance in this, I have agreed that I will spend the next couple of days really looking at what I have left and make some educated guesses as to when I can deliver it to Wizard's Tower.

On top of that, of course, I finally need to decide on a title for this thing. Currently, I am in the "there are no wrong answers" phase of this process, but I'm going to have to narrow it down to something serious soon. Likewise, Cheryl Morgan has asked me for a blurb to sell "what it's about" to people, and so that's another project I'm tackling.

The good news part of this? I will definitely have a book out this year. 

The bad news? I'm going to finally have to get serious about finishing it!  I mean, I have 70,000+ words, so it is already technically novel length, if not yet "novel shaped." 
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 Last night's class was one of the best I've had so far. Whatever ice was left to break finally did and we had the kind of freeform, cooperative overlapping discussion that I usually achieve WAY earlier than session 8 of 12. But, I'll take it. 

I'm not sure what made everything snap into place. Maybe it was the subject (the dreaded middle,) the pre-class discussion about the business of writing, or my own admission that I don't always know what to do with middles, myself, since I'm currently stuck in one, but I sure hope that the magic stays with me. Today I'm headed down, in-person, to a student's afterschool/late day program (starts at 3:15) to talk to a bunch of GLBTQIA+ students about being queer and being an author. We might try to do some writing exercise around fan fiction, but I currently have nothing planned and I need to leave in an hour.

I mean, I've had a lot of time to think about this? But, I'm also not getting paid so my feeling is, "Meh, we'll see what occurs to me on the spot?" Which is probably dangerous, but, again, the only person I will truly disappoint if I am a failure is my Loft student. (Which maybe sounds morose? But I find this attitude to be very freeing? Like, if I don't worry about sucking, I tend to actually perform very well under pressure? Of course, maybe I just jinxed myself by making this meta/thinking about how it works out loud? I guess we'll see.)

The other news is that Shawn is reading my lesbians in space novel (which is stuck in the dreaded middle and has been for a long time) and she's already given me some great advice. I was able to write a couple hundred words on it today already and, more importantly, the writing feels... natural? Comfy? The way it's supposed to.

So, that's also nice.

Now, if only I could get back into writing my own fan fic, too, things would be golden. I've left poor Ichigo and Aizen hanging for some time. Byakuya and Renji have been languishing for years.
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 The first thing I want to report is that I revised a short story I've been working on for a shared-world anthology, and have now sent it off to my second writers' group for critique. Hooray!

Secondly, it seems that my Loft Zoom class is finally settling into a good rhythm, I think. We had a great class last night, at any rate. I was actually able to prod people to talk, possibly because I like to teach plotting by using my own failures to create story as an example. I have a very specific story idea that should work, but refuses to gel that I will trot out for class. I think people generally like to offer advice, and so when I say, "Please help me fix this broken thing and let's talk about why it's broken," works actually fairly well as a method to get people to really think about what elements have to come together to start a story.

Then, I had them watch a YouTube video recording of Kurt Vonnegut talking about story plots, so we pretended we had a posthumous guest lecturer.  

The last half of the class was the first time we rolled up our sleeves and started critiquing and that went very well, as well. Like I say, a success all around.

In other news I am putting the finishing touches on the sheep + octopus quilt and then it will be on to the next one, which will be deep-sea themed.

deep sea fabric
Image: deep sea fabric
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A video of the podcast, Written Well. If you'd rather listen, you can do so here: https://open.spotify.com/episode/53Er1jeTXgXaVEN3bNzQK3

So, my friend Adam Stemple is starting up a podcast with his friend Chris "Fox" Wallace. They are mostly focused on self-publishing, but they also talk a bit about the craft of writing, etc. I was invited on to their show and this is the result. As Adam's blurb reads, we talk about paranormal romance, quirky writers, and process, among other things. I like Adam? So, we always have a great time talking. Hopefully, this is as enjoyable to listen to as it was to record.
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My set has been having a lot of discussion about a Twitter thread that popped up a few days ago by S Qiouyi Lu: https://twitter.com/sqiouyilu/status/1560229177915166720 that was at least partly inspired by this Tor.com article: "The Ghosts of Workshops Past..."

I never went to Clarion, so I can't comment on that experience, but I've been teaching writing with a heavy focus on "workshopping" at the Loft for over twenty years now. I have a lot to say about the Milford style, as it's called. 

If you're unfamiliar with the term Milford when applied to critique, it's got a few basic "rules." The author stays silent (the "gag rule") while the critiquers speak.  Each person reads/says their critique, out loud, and is limited by some amount of time, typically five or ten minutes, depending on the class size. Sometimes the critique facilitator will use a bell or a buzzer to move to the next person. At the end, the author gets a chance for a rebuttal, but it, too, has a strict time limit. 

This model has been under fire lately for a lot of good reasons. I've attended an Anti-Racist Workshopping lecture through the Loft (actually taught by the woman who wrote the book referenced in the Tor.com article) and I've been thinking about changes I can implement in my classroom over the last several months since. I will get to those, in a bit, because first, however, what I want to talk about is my sense that one of the big failures of Milford isn't NECESSARLY inherent in its structure, but my sense that there are facilitators, instructors, teachers, and professors out there NOT doing their jobs. 

This article from 2019, "Unsilencing the Writing Workshop" is also going around, but I could only get a few paragraphs in before I blew a gasket. The readers of this person's submission got lost in the weeds about dim sum. It's insane to me that they didn't know what dim sum is, but it is ERGREGOUS that they spent so much time debating it. Reading the description of that moment gave me flashbacks to moments like this in critiques I've had, etc., but it also triggered my inner writing instructor who would have broke into that bullshit and said, "Chad! Stop talking! This is not constructive. You don't have good friends who take you out to yummy food and I'm deeply sorry about your life, but it's time to talk to Beth about character, setting, plot, and STOP CIRCLING THIS PARTICULAR DRAIN."

And that just made me wonder, in all of this talk about Clarion experiences and critique, WHERE are the instructors?

First of all, they should be teaching people how to not do this terrible stuff.

There is mistaken idea out there (which has a corollary in writing in general) that anyone who reads can critique. (The corollary being that anyone who can string sentences together can write effective prose). Critiquing well is actually a skill set that needs to be learned with the same kind of care given to learning the craft of writing. 

An instructor should be doing a bunch of things before the first critique session, not the least of which is setting up expectations.

When I teach my writing class, I spend the first half of the class before our first critique explaining not only the nitty gritty of how it will work (like, who hands out when, how long a piece can be, what the requirements for class are, etc.,), but then also talking about expectations. Some of the expectations I tell my Loft students before they begin to write critiques are things like: I expect you to help this author write the best story that they are trying to write, not the story you would write. We talk about this one often for a long time, because it's important to understand how to meet someone where they are.  I really think that this goes a long way toward decolonizing the classroom, because if you remind students that their job is to help the writer tell their story effectively, you are shifting the focus away from some "idealized" version (which is often bland, white, middle class, MFA writing) towards a personal expression of someone's own authentic story, in their own voice. 

Likewise, I tell my students that as part of helping people tell the story they are trying to tell, I expect them to read all the genres that are handed out, even if they're not ones that they particularly like or even feel they understand the rules of. However, I tell them that they can start a critique of a mystery story, for instance, by saying "I am not normally a mystery reader..." and then try to talk to the author about the basic story things that worked, i.e., "the dialogue felt very natural," or didn't, i.e., "The description of the murder scene was confusing because I could not picture how the body was positioned and that seemed to be critical to the detective solving the crime." 

In my class, because I teach working adults, I also tell them that they are always allowed to say "pass" when critique comes to them. What I say is, "We are all adults here. Sometimes life interferes." Then, I explain that I will never ask them why they are passing and no one else is allowed to either. I am explicit, though, that it's actually OK to use a "pass" for stories that triggered something for them or in a case where they just could NOT figure out how to tackle what was wrong in a piece. I caution them, though, at this point, that while it okay to "pass" when necessary, this class runs on the idea that you get out of the class what you put into it. So, if your critique every time is either pass or "it was okay, I guess," then you can't expect more than that from your colleagues when your story is up for review.

I also have some other expectations that I feel make the critiques run more smoothly. One is that we don't waste time on grammar or spelling errors. My class happens once a week, so people have a lot of time to read and mark-up (either on the actual paper if we are meeting in person and handing out or electronically,) and so they are allowed to red ink as much as they like on the person's manuscript. But, they can only mention grammar or spelling in passing if they feel that it got in the way of the story. It can NOT be the focus of their critique. I remind them if they are aiming for professional publication grammar and spelling are the purview of the copyeditor anyway. Editors and writers do not sweat the small stuff. 

I tell them they don't have to repeat anything six other people have said. They can just acknowledge that they had the same issue and move on. 

I always remind them of the golden rule, which, in this case, translates to: talk to someone about their writing the way you want to be talked to about yours. Always assume best intentions (that bit of sexist dialogue might have been an honest mistake or blind spot and not malicious intent, after all!) and always assume the author is as smart as you are (yes, they know ain't ain't a word, but are using it intentionally here for effect), speak to them from that place.

Then, after we talk about all these expectations, I ask them if they have questions or concerns. We set up what kind of critique environment we want together.  Often, students want to know if they can add an artist's statement on the front of their story or novel excerpt to help forestall some issues, ala, "I am writing wet Venus. I know the science is bad, but I'm going for a retro, space opera vibe..." and can they ask people to answer specific questions, like, "I am experimenting with not saying what gender Captain Xanoth is, does it work for you?" THIS IS ALWAYS OKAY in my classroom. 

Again, this was one of those things that was discussed in my Anti-Racist Workshop that I would have thought was kind of standard, which is allowing students the freedom (and responsibly) to direct the kind of feedback they're looking for by being able to frontload these questions before people even start thinking about critiquing.

Then, after all of this... and it is usually a full hour of discussion... we start talking about how to critique effectively. I talk about an approach that I learned long ago that still works surprisingly well, which is, if you have the time, read the manuscript twice. The first time, read it like you would any story. When I am marking-up stories on paper, I will use a different color ink for each read, and so my first read comments will be things like "Ah. The villain is on scene," sometimes followed by "Wait, she's not the villain... okay, are there two villains??" and the kinds of random thoughts you go through as you read. I tell my students that it may seem silly, but it can be really helpful for the author to know what people are thinking as they read, like if they are trying to guess ahead on a story with a mystery revealed, like when do they start picking up the clues. 

The second read is the red pen read. I think about how, now that I know the ending, how well that ending is reflected in the beginning (of the short story or novel chapter, if appropriate.) Now that I have a sense of who these characters are, I look at their dialogue and offer suggestions about whether or not there are ways in which that could be done more effectively to imply the personalities of those people. Like, you find out half way through someone is a doctor, maybe there's a way to signal that earlier with how they talk about certain things, etc. 

 I also require my students to write up a summary of their thoughts that follow a very specific structure: first impressions, strengths, weaknesses and a final impression. The idea here is that you have a summary! There's no way to waste your ten minutes (if you have to be on a strict schedule) floundering around trying to say something substantive.

The reason I have them start with strengths is for a reason, too. Part of learning to workshop is learning to hear what is wrong with what you've been trying to do, and I find that's impossible if you have no sense that you did ANYTHING right. If you start with the good stuff, "I loved that moment when Aunt May told Peter that she thought the secret in his closet was chiffon!" then when you inevitably have to say, "This is Spider-Man fan fic? It's never going to sell to Uncanny" that latter part lands more solidly in the author's head. Also, I think this structure helps delineate the space between unnecessarily cruel and brutally honest. If you've told someone that you really like the way they do dialogue, then it's a bit easier to have a frank discussion about that one moment of sexism? 

I assign homework that teaches people questions they can ask themselves when critiquing for the first time. I always point them to this marvelous resource: https://web.archive.org/web/20190820204915/http://www.crayne.com/howcrit.html

If I have not gone overtime in my class, I will sometimes just go through some of the questions on Victory's list to show people examples of the kinds of things they can ask themselves while doing that second read-through.

The last thing I want to say is that MY JOB AS WRITING INSTRUCTOR does NOT stop here. You do not then get to abdicate responsibility as the facilitator or instructor. I always set up the first critique session by saying "This is the only time I will go first. I have found that when an instructor leads critique, the critique that follows is often a lot of 'ditto' because people are afraid to express opinions that run counter to the instructor's and that's actually not useful? An author needs to honestly hear everyone's impression. BUT, I will lead the first time because students need to understand the level, tone, and rigor I expect." Then, even when I start go last, I have my finger over the mute button if I need to stop someone and yell, "Chad! Enough with the micro-aggressions. You have talked enough about how you think dim sum must be 'something Asian, maybe?'  We will have a discussion at the top of the next class that explains why that's not okay. I'm sure you were just trying to find something to say in critique, but this is not actually helpful anymore. If you have something ELSE to say about the story structure or dialogue to Beth, please do. If you don't have anything more of substance to say, we are moving on to Carol..." 

THAT'S MY DAMN JOB.

If you are a signing up to be a facilitator and not a teacher, it's STILL YOUR DAMN JOB. 

It's really hard, but teaching, like critique, is something you have to learn to do well. 
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 Empty classroom awaiting young minds to warp
Image: empty classroom awaiting young minds to warp

I thought I should continue the saga of my on-going class of young, middle school writers. I am beginning to suspect that Kelsey is actually far, far more prepared than I am. The problem with letting the class self-direct is that sometimes we are fairly directionless until I pull us back into focus.

Every time I ask my students about their afternoon, it sounds quite creative and lovely, honestly. The only complaint I get is that it's really not about science fiction or fantasy, only about writing in general. (WHICH, yes, Loft, I could have told you that kids are savvy enough to notice this!)  At any rate, apparently, yesterday afternoon, my rival had several clever prompts centered around working in all five senses into writing. There are a number students that clearly appear to favor my rival, (two girls, specifically,) but I have made peace with that because, honestly, it's good that everyone is getting SOMETHING that they are enjoying out of this class.

I'm pretty sure that if the parents sat in on my half of the class and compared it to the second, they would also prefer my rival's style. As I heard the first day, after all, her style is "more like school." Mine is, "okay, but WHY are stories satisfying? How do you make 'and they all died' into the kind of ending you would actually want to read in a book?" (These were the questions we tackled today.)

Also, when my students complained that they wanted far more than twenty minutes to write and I asked them, "Well, how long do you want?" at 10 am, they said, "Can we just write the rest of the class?" Looking around to make sure that was, in fact, the consensus, I only saw desperate nods and pleases...

And so I said yes. Yes, of course we can.

I set aside everything else I had planned, we all hunched over our various writing implements, and wrote for an hour and a half. I am pretty sure parents looking in on that would be thinking, "I paid how much for this??" 

I also copied down a cooperative story that the class wrote yesterday in my half of the day. (We actually had two rival stories. The red, serious one, and the blue, crazy one. My challenge tomorrow is to write down the much longer, much more nonsensical blue story.) I contributed one line, though not the first. (I will highlight my contribution below.)

the story that came from young amazing (warped) minds
Image: The story that came from amazing (warped) minds.

Here's the transcription:

 
A soft glow illuminated the cold chamber.

A woman sat in the corner, clearly distraught.

Her arms cradled a small bundle.

Peeking inside, the woman saw that the flowers in the bundle had stopped singing.

She clutched them to her chest, praying for even a small squeak to come from the bundle.

As the piercing silence went by, the woman started to change.

Her eyes began to glow and her lips parted.

Fear grasped her chest and her stomach dropped,

She doubled over, a piercing pain rising in her gut and a foul bile dripping from her mouth. 

“Ahhh,” she screamed, as the first layer of the room filled up.

The flowers began to shrink around her. 

Her skin withered and turned gray and she collapsed to the floor, eyes lifeless and drowning in her own stomach fluids.

Tears flowed for the realization that the death that approached was something she could not accept.

She flailed at the bile on the floor, struggling to raise herself to her feet.

“Please, please sing,” she sobbed, as if the flowers could understand.

Her hand raised as if she wanted to grab the flowers, but, really, she was begging.

“The curse,” she sobbed, “Why did I ask for it?”

With the last of her immortal power, she chanted, “Ho ta hoo tavi hoo t vi ah tanau.”

As if by a miracle, the bundle burst into flames, a cacophony of floral voices burning in the crimson heat.

In unison with her weak voice, they chanted and chanted until dawn broke.

* * *

Thousands of miles away, I woke up to a room full of flowers singing.

And it begins again,


THE END…?
 

So basically, this was written by everyone, each person getting to write one of the lines. If you ignore the bile filling the room, it's actually quite clever. I was fascinated that this particular team chose to get consensus. They talked to each other about what could be happening with the flowers, "Was it a curse? What were they doing? Why was she changing?" and this is what they spontaneously decided.

I love these kids.
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Do any of y'all remember Walk-a-Thons?

Clarion Workshop is doing a Write-a-Thon that works much the same way as an old-fashioned Walk-a-Thon. I pledge to write so many words and then I try to get people to sponsor me to see how far I can get towards that goal. But, you know, I can write a lot in a matter of weeks, so I've decided to set myself a goal of 20,000 words. I did not want anyone to be on the hook for too much money, so I broke that into units of "mummies risen." 1 mummy risen = 500 words. So, if you sponsor me for, ten cents per mummy risen, and I make my goal, you'd only owe Clarion's fundraiser $20, which seems pretty reasonable to me.

Check out the project directly here: https://clarionwriteathon.com/ (and then search for me or any other author you might like to support.) https://clarionwriteathon.com/members/browsewriters.php


This runs from June 19th to July 30th.
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 One of the exciting things that happened today that I totally forgot to mention in all my various updatery (Patreon and my newsletter) was that I was interviewed by Cat Rambo as part of the promotion they are doing around The Reinvented Heart Anthology. In a couple of days, Cat expects to have the interview with me up on the Cat Rambo Reinvented Anthology playlist. I will also absolutely drop a direct link when it goes live.

I always feel like I'm rambling? But, Cat says they will clean it up, so fingers cross that I come across vaguely human-ish. 

The interview came at a good time, at least, since I JUST (as in literal minutes earlier) finished writing the story that I'd promised Cat and crew for the next "Reinvented" anthology, called The Reinvented Detective. There is no detective in my story? Though it does deal with crime and punishment, per the submission guidelines. I love this story a lot because it is PRIME Lyda Morehouse weirdness, but I am uncertain that it will actually sell to this particularly market. We shall find out in May, one way or the other.

Other than that, I've been watching at lot of Satoshi Kon movies, actually. The Smithsonian's Museum of Asian Art is in the middle of a virtual film festival of Kon's work, and I've been taking advantage of the free access to finally catch up on Tokyo Godfathers, Millennium Actress, and a documentary of Kon's life called: Satoshi Kon: The Illusionist. My anime-turned-C-Drama friend had shown me his Paprika movie early on and I ADORED it. Paprika is 100% the kind of science fiction I strive to write. (I should probably read the novel is it based on, but I'm not sure if it's been translated. I should look.) I have not seen Kon's Paranoia Agent (which is a TV series,) but I have now picked up and read at least one of his manga, which I'll probably talk about tomorrow.  

Anyway, the virtual film festival has proved so popular that they opened up additional viewings of Perfect Blue (which I ran out an snagged a ticket for) and Tokyo Godfathers. It is a weird thing they are doing because it's free, but they make you get a ticket? I think because they are the Smithsonian/a museum, they're just trying to get a sense of how many people would attend a virtual showing, and since they have sold out, perhaps they are limited in terms of whatever they may have spent to be an official venue for these classic movies. Anyway, check them out, perhaps there are seats left: https://watch.eventive.org/satoshikon

So, that's been kind of fun.

The other thing I've been doing is finally going through a box of junk that I got as part of a stamp collection someone gave away on our neighborhood Buy Nothing group. I say junk, but it's basically a box full of envelopes with stamps on them. The stamps are all of one kind, so I am currently just harvesting them off the envelopes for eventual resale. But, occasionally, there are envelopes that have not been entirely stripped of their contents. The most interesting thing that I've found so far is a Japanese Government-Issued Peso, which was a fiat bill that was produced during the Japanese occupation of the Philippines in WWII. This one is very specifically a 1942 issued ten centavos. 

A Japanese peso
Image: WEIRD bit of history found in a box of worthless stamps

I was a bit disappointed, after having read the Wikipedia article about these, that this one was not one of the counterfeit bills that the United State government printed in an attempt to destabilize Japan's occupying force. Apparently, those had specific letters printed on them and/or were actually overlaid with propaganda (and then dumped by the bucketful out of airplanes, holy shit)!  

Anyway, I also found a few letters home from 1889, of which only one is interesting because it is clearly in response to an accusation by this person's mother, who is convinced that son(?) talked dad out of an extra $200 loan (on top of the THOUSAND dad had already given him!!) What I found most amusing was the overuse of underlining, which of course made me imagine the whole thing as an ALL CAP email. :-)

The more things change, right?

Okay, I'm off. Hope you all are doing well!
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The Reinvented Heart Anthology

The Reinvented Heart Anthology is out in e-book!!!

My short story "Sincerely Yours" is in this anthology. I am extremely proud of this one. It's a kind of pandemic story, but it's really about female friendship through letter-writing, only space-age. Oh, and Fandom. It was very much inspired by my long distance fan friendships as well as ways that I coped (and still cope) in the early days of the pandemic. It's also about social anxiety and how extroverts can respect that as a friend.

So, at any rate, here are the details:

The Reinvented Heart is released in eBook form now.

The print copy will be released on May 31st.
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I will post something about the rest of my life later today, because as a Midwesterner I know I'm not supposed to run around yelling about how awesome I am and asking you to buy my things. (Although did you see all the other cool people who are in this anthology, holy crap!!)
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Last weekend was CONFABulous. I had a good time? I feel badly because, on the only panel that I was on, I was the least expert person on a two-person panel. There was a lot of, "Oh? I haven't read that!" which... I mean, was probably fine, but I did feel a bit like a goofball. I will say that my colleague, Jason Tucker, admirably picked up the slack, so I think, overall, it went very well. The panel may still be available to watch on YouTube, I have no idea.

The Thirsty Sword Lesbians game was a lot of fun, too. CONFABulous being the usual Gaylaxicon crowd meant that there was a dearth of obvious real life (tm) lesbians, but that didn't actually bother me in the least since one can not say what is in the hearts of the players. Goddess knows that I used (and use) RPGs as way to feel out all sort of things, not the least of which is getting to hear the pronouns I might prefer. The scenario I apparently cajoled [personal profile] tallgeese into running was the Les Beans coffeeshop collective, because, frankly, I wanted to know if you could actually have fun playing "let's fight the forces of gentrification." The answer appears to be a resounding YES! So, that was well worth it.

I'm a little concerned about this weekend's WindyCon, because I just got an email from them noting that they were planning on refunding virtual attendees since they were cutting down the virtual events.... um, given that I ASSUME I am part of said virtual events, this makes me a little nervous. I mean, it's kind of not a problem if I suddenly have the weekend to do weekend things instead of participating in a virtual con?  I guess we'll see what happens. 

In the meantime, out of the blue, I have decided to run a workshop on fan writing at Q-Quest 2021. On a Discord that I'm part of someone was looking for swag items for this event and I lamented that all my published work is kind of straight.... and then the next thing I knew I was sending in a proposal and a form to do a background check. I kind of don't quite know what happened, particularly since I basically just booked myself on my birthday. But, I think it will actually be fun. I am always happy to represent the Ancient Ones to the queer youth of today. I mean, in the case of the middle schoolers, it is possible that I came out (in 1987) before their parents were even born. 

It's been kind of a wild day so far. Because I also had to revise my description for a class I'll be teaching (if people sign up) at the Loft this winter (starting in January.) So, there has been a lot of work throwing itself at me today.

Otherwise, I didn't post yesterday or the day before because I've been writing non-stop on my lesbian novel. I had a needed epiphany and that kind of put me into high gear (which is good, since the deadline LOOMS LARGE.)

I should probably say something about things I've been reading, since it's that day, but right now I've got nothing.

How are you??


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 The Loft has managed to fix the glitch, sot that's good news.

Meanwhile, I have been writing up a STORM... because, of course, I should be working on critiquing my student's entry for this week. I swear to all the gods that I only ever do my best writing when something else is due. At least I am catching up to where I left off. I am writing the current project without an outline and I had an epiphany about a character that made me have to go back and revise a LOT. So, I have finally mostly caught up to where I was before I jettisoned a huge section of the book.

On the other hand, it's so much better and I finally have a strong sense of who these people are and what they're fighting for, as it were.

A strange thing that has happened since Mason has gone off to college is that I find myself with a whole lot of time and... I don't understand where this time is coming from. He was never a burden. I didn't spend all my time driving him around or taking care of him or any of that stuff, but suddenly I just seem to have this huge amount of space to get things done in. It feels oddly reminiscent of when the pandemic started and time stopped having meaning. I mean, not THAT bad, but I remember thinking during lockdown how LONG days had become, and I am really feeling that again. 

It's sort of nice?

Shawn and I have also found time to do some rearranging and pruning of the house, which has added to this sensation, I think. We've gone back to eating dinner at a ridiculously early hour, too. 

Anyway, back to writing!
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 Tonight, I'm teaching via the Loft. My class is "Writing Science Fiction and Fantasy: A Window into New Worlds." 

I would not normally name my class something so inane and undescriptive, but the Loft signal boosts any class that follows their semester "theme" and this time it was something to do with windows, ah, here it is:... https://loft.org/events/loft-themes, Outside My Window.

At any rate, the class was nearly cancelled, but somehow, last minute, an extra student squeaked in. So I have, like, five people signed up for a Wednesday night, eight week class. The Loft, in their infinite wisdom, always lets me know when classes are viable about a week before things are a go. And so last Wednesday I spent some time frantically organizing my Google Classroom (and trying to remember what I'd set up for my syllabus.)  I am going to try to spend part of my day organizing my thoughts, as well, but my class doesn't start until 6 pm, so I have some time to get my house in order, as it were.

I mean, I have to propose these classes months in advance, so at ONE POINT, I knew what I was doing. I just have to refresh my mind and make sure I have all my ducks in a row for tonight.

Meanwhile, I've been making good progress on what was once my Space Lesbians novella, which is now just a novel that needs a name. I realized yesterday when I drove out to go get bread for sandwiches that I really needed to STOP trying to revise a section that was in the secondary characters POV of Lucia DelToro. I needed to cut it and rewrite it from scratch. Thing is I ended up really finding her voice when I dumped in a new chapter 2 and trying to line-by-line adjust the voice of chapter 4 just wasn't working. I mean, the good news is that I write this new voice very quickly because I like it, you know?  Like, I don't know how anyone else writes, but when a character is working for me it's because I can get into their head, fully. Like, I almost feel the weight of their body when I write their words. Some kind of weird extreme imaginary empathy, I guess.

So when I'm when I'm not trying to figure out class tonight, I hope to be writing more DelToro. At some point this late morning, I have to go collect our half-share CSA. BY CHANCE, I remembered in Spring that we would not need a full Fall share with Mason off to college. so hopefully Shawn and I can consume the amount of veggies coming our way today. I think we can. I'm only sad to see that the full share is finally getting the "fun" veggies this time (river spinach!) and half-shares are not. However, without Mason, I don't know who else will even try eating my weird concoctions. Shawn is NOT an adventurous eater, particularly when it comes to vegetable matter.

In fannish news, when we visited the Jacksons in Lansing, Michigan, they included us as family in their Disney + subscription (thanks again, guys!!) and so I have been absolutely BINGING on all the MCU stuff. I immediately watched all of Loki, which I pretty adored from start to finish, and then gobbled up WandaVision, which I found... fascinating, though maybe not in the way intended. Shawn decided she would like to watch Falcon and Winter Soldier with me, so we've started that. (Y'all, I'm a long time comic book reader, so I already knew the second we got his name that the "new" Captain America is actually a villain that I know as Super Patriot.) 

Today is Wednesday, but the only reading I can report was a 4-choma manga called Roaming the Apocalypse with my Shiba Inu (https://mangakakalot.com/read-de5yz158504947835). It's weird and cute, and I totally recommend it to anyone who likes slice-of-life apocalypse stories.... which, hey, [personal profile] rachelmanija if you liked Giant Spider & Me: A Post-Apocalyptic Tale, you might like this one.

So, that's me?

How's you? Reading anything fun or interesting or challenging?

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UPDATE: Now I have eight students (which seems a tad more reasonable) and, turns out, I was not so smart. We got a FULL share. On the other hand, water spinach!
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... is going to be part of a new publishing house run by [personal profile] rachelmanija

Here is what she says about it:
Kalikoi, a new F/F publishing house, will launch on May 3.

Kalikoi brings you the best fiction about women in love with women. Our diverse authors know how to stir your imagination, speed up your heart, and make you laugh or cry. But by the end of a book, your only tears will be happy ones: Kalikoi books guarantee happily-ever-after or happy-for-now endings!

Our heroines all identify as women, but beyond that, the sky’s the limit. They may be trans or cis; they may be lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, or asexual; they may call themselves queer or Sapphic or prefer no labels at all. Kalikoi celebrates ALL women who love women.

Whether you’re looking for an action-packed paranormal romance, a fantasy to transport you to a magical world, a historical full of sensual detail, a moody noir, a lighthearted comedy, or a space adventure, Kalikoi has the book for you!

Kalikoi is a project I've been working on for a while, and I'm delighted that it's about to become a reality.

The site is still somewhat under construction. For instance, I notice that I haven't sent along my author photo. But, if you go there you can sign up for the newsletter and all that jazz. And, since I'm already shamelessly promoting, let me remind you that if you join my Patreon, you can hear me read from the very same lesbian space opera that I will be publishing with them at the $1 level.  (That video will drop the day after tomorrow around 4 pm CT. So, don't worry if you don't see it yet. I just scheduled it.)

Anyway.

I did not actually come here to do all this promotion, but I just happened to see Rachel's post and thought I should "boost the signal." I actually came over to whine about the weather? I THOUGHT WE WERE PROMISED SUN. DOES THE SUN NO LONGER EXIST?  I am all about the idea of April showers bringing May flowers, but even that seems delayed?

I did spot this trillium that I planted last year poking up from the leaves, so that's something, I suppose.

I focused on the trillium, so the overall picture looks a bit blurry. But, there is a green three-leaf flower with the beginnings of a big white bulb poking out from a leafy garden.
Image: I focused on the trillium, so the overall picture looks a bit blurry. But, there is a green three-leaf flower with the beginnings of a big white bulb poking out from a leafy garden.

It's chilly enough that I've been spending my days mostly hunkered under blankets. I keep thinking that 45 F / 7 C is kind of warm for Minnesota, so I'll open up the porch... only to close it five minutes later because I'm shivering.  The gray is getting relentless, too? I actually love rain, but I would prefer a good, solid downpour to all this... well, PISSING from the sky.

I actually broke down and made myself some hotdish for dinner tonight. You know it's chilly when a bunch of baked noodles sounds good. 

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