I post occasional bits and thoughts and updates about my writing and happenings in the sf/f community here. I tend to go away for a few months at a time when I'm deep into a novel, so don't think this blog is dead if you don't see many recent entries. I'll be right back!
Yucky Fish

Are you absolutely positively sure?

There is something about a near-miss that is more frustrating than a total air-ball. When it comes to short stories, when I get a form rejection, I simply file it and send another submission out. When I get back a rejection with notes, with the editors telling me they liked it and held on to it for a while because they just couldn't decide...
Makes me want to get down and beg. Are you suuuuure? Brain asks. I see why people want to argue with rejections. When they so obviously liked it, but then made the final decision to reject it, they were clearly drunk. I'm all about giving people second chances.

Marathon Writing

Thanks to Vylar, mostly, I've been making slow-but-steady progress on the Novel, despite my brain being eaten by work and wedding plans. Last week we got together at Borderlands for a 6 hour marathon In Which We Both Did Some Work. Writing in marathon chunks tends to work well for me, as I can really wrap my brain around plot. Since she's in the house buying process and my brain is being eaten, it's likely that this will all go on pause until September.
Really, how do people write a book a year? I'll be lucky if this finishes in 3.

WFC ate my brain

Will report soon, but I got to see some fellow livejournalers, codexians, etc. And I've actually started writing again. Nothing like the shame of nothing new to report to inspire...
Yucky Fish

Cheese and Novels

I have been too busy being a cheesemonger lately to be much of a writer. Either I really really love this job, or my brain was looking for something non-novel to glom onto. Perhaps a bit of both. Next Sunday my Shut up and Write group is having a marathon writing session, during which I will attempt to go back to being a writer. I've let the flapper fantasy stew a bit, and gone through so many variations, that I want to just dive into those swampy nasty waters and spend the whole afternoon thrashing my way out.

If not, it may be time to seriously consider abandoning ship.
calvin & hobbes

Rip out the seams

I finally gathered the bits and pieces of the three or four different versions of the novel into one document and then attempted to make a table of contents for it--I like doing this because then I can find parts of the story when I need to reference them. I have 31k words (not counting the 3-5k I have handwritten in a notebook) and it is an unholy mess. Here is a non-random sample of three different chapter headings:
Chapter one--if teetotaler
Chapter one--another option
Chapter one--if already in Chicago
I am actually looking forward to the rewrite of this. I hate cleaning, for example, and generally avoid it, but when my kitchen gets SO messy that you can't use the sink and the floor is sticky and the stove is more brown than white (yes I'm gross) I actually get excited to clean, and can think of nothing else until I have time to do it.
That's how I feel about this novel. Can't wait to finish writing the broken piece of junk so I can fix it!

A sale!

I sold my story "Tornado Juice" to Lady Churchill's Rosebud Wristlet. As far as non-pro markets go, that are one of my favorites, so I'm sooooo excited! It is in this current issue (apparently they move fast), which I think you can buy any day now: http://www.lcrw. net/lcrw/

Novel broke my brain...mechanic says it'll take two weeks to order new parts

My head hurts, and my eyes hurt, and the wine is making it worse, not better. I have officially had a writing retreat day. I have been on and off the computer for about 11 hours now.

I should have gotten way more done.

I am a slow writer, as always, and I wasn't especially focused today--this novel has felt like digging in frosted ground with a plastic shovel from the beginning. I continue to hope that this is a good thing, that I am breaking down writing barriers I never even knew I had to become a better writer. These things don't come easily after all.

And now, a first draft snippet for you loyal readers out there (non-loyal readers, please avert your eyes):
The rusty pump jutted out of the ground at a slight angle, like a stray eye tooth. The ground around it had been trampled into mud by snow and feet and slopped-over buckets of water, but a single gray plank was laid across it from the harder ground of the alley to the front of the pump.
Tater took a step out of the alley towards it and immediately a creature stepped in front of her. She couldn't tell if it was a man, woman or a bear stuffed under the giant buffalo coat standing in front of her. Probably a man, since a bear would be quite noticeable in the city and it was unlikely a woman could be seven feet tall. Its head was covered in a fur cap, however, that looked suspiciously like a lady's. A scarf covered their face and a cap shaded their eyes. It held out a leather-mittened hand to her.
"I'm s-s-sorry," Tater squeaked. "I don't have any money." She looked up at the creature with wide, innocent eyes and then tried to step around it.
Which, of course, was never going to work. The creature put out a hand to stop her, but instead of grabbing her shoulder like she expected, it put its hand firmly but gently on the side of her face and held her there.
Tater froze in shock. It was an oddly unthreatening gesture, but even more frightening by its intimacy. The mitten smelled of old leather, like a sweaty saddle.
She stepped backwards, out of the creature's grasp.
calvin & hobbes

Going home to see the Germans

My brother and I were attempting to coordinate our flights so that we arrived in Green Bay at AROUND the same time, saving our parents an extra four hours of driving to the airport. I was expecting huge amounts of frustration, but my brother actually managed to find a flight out of Santa Barbara that goes THROUGH San Francisco. And then we founds seats on that one.

So, basically, he's gonna swing by and pick us up.

11 hours of plane trips are less painful when you get to hang out with your boyfriend AND your brother. I am happy :)
Emo Bear

No function

I am doing the cheesemonger deathmarch today. It is day 5 of a 6 day run, on top of working 2 half shifts at my OTHER job.
My feet hurt. My knees hurt, my hips get the idea. But the worst part is that I am going braindead. I was having trouble remembering what I was doing at work yesterday. Then when I spoke to my brother last night, I couldn't even form full sentances. I called my mom for her birthday and forgot to say Happy Birthday until she prompted me (yes, I owe my mother chocolate for this). I completely forgot about a writing event I had RSVPed to last night and just went home.
Just now, I started to get up to make tea to take to work with me. I still have half a cup of coffee left and I don't leave for work for 2 hours. I can't imagine how I'll make it through today, much less tomorrow, our busiest day of the week.
I have to go cleanse myself at some point in the next hour. Let's hope I don't forget how. I smell like cheese. I'm just going to smell like cheese again at the end of the day, but hot water will feel nice.
On a happier note, I have money again.
Sunday I plan to stay in bed until noon before we have to clean and pack.
Also of note: I already had a tag for cheese before today. Who knew?