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This is what [info]ellen_datlow writes about my collection The Journey to Kailash in her introduction to Best Horror of the Year 1: "an excellent new collection by one of the best cross-genre poets in the genres of fantasy and dark fantasy."

Aw, gee! (Aside from the poem she reprinted, she also gives my poem "deathmask," first published in Helix, reprinted in Journey to Kailash, an Honorable Mention.)

To give props to my fellow Norilana Curiosities author, Ellen called [info]yuki_onna's A Guide to Folktales in Fragile Dialects "a must buy for anyone interested in dark fantasy poetry. Valente is one of the field's most talented poets and prose writers and this collection, with gorgeous cover art by Connie Toebe and lush, thought-provoking poems by Valente, is a perfect introduction to her poetic work."

Ellen's always been good to poets. Aside from my "Thirteenth Hell," this Best Horror volume also contains [info]upstart_crow's "Sweeney Among the Straight Razors," first published in Star*Line.


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American Saddle Oxford.

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Navy kip and cordovan kip.

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These soles have seen some wear today. ;)

Mirrored from I see neutronjockies....

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by Mary Robinette Kowal

Let me talk about conventions and their relationship to my writing life. Everyone will have very different experiences, depending on their personality. Here’s how it works for me.

I primarily go to conventions for three reasons.

  1. To see other people in the field whose company I enjoy.
  2. Improve craft/business sense.
  3. To be “visible.”


1) To see other people in the field whose company I enjoy.

I relish the social aspect of SF. There are people that I just plain like and a convention is like old home week. It’s fun! I like you guys.

2) Improve craft/business sense.
A convention with a really good list of panels is going to appeal to me more than one in which I only hang out at the bar (though I love that, too). I want to know what’s happening in the field and to think about things that aren’t just products of my own brain banging against the inside of my skull. Even if I only learn one new thing, that’s a thing I didn’t know before.

3) To be “visible”
I’m a new writer, so I’m building my “brand.” I’m not going to get that many new readers at a convention, but the people at cons are the ones who vote on things and frankly, nominations can be leveraged ((Nominations and awards do not automatically mean a reader increase. You have to know how to work them, but the power of narrative on career is a different topic.)) into getting more readers which means…that cons are filled with a good target audience. Cons also tend to have editors at them and those are good people to know.

Now, I’ll be frank about how this works, because a lot of people don’t understand how to do effective schmoozing. Yes, yes, I’m aware that admitting this happens is distasteful. But, I’m going to talk about how to schmooze, anyway.

Schmoozing 101

These are all ideas to employ but none of them are hard and fast rules. Schmoozing is all about being charming and that will vary somewhat depending on the situation. So, here are the basic ideas behind successful schmoozing.

Read the rest of this entry »

Mirrored from SFWA | Comment at SFWA

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With nine days left until Christmas, I'm going to start up Yuletube again. I figured this was a good way to start it off:

 

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The sad part is that I can easily someone writing this as a book and a movie.

I'm feeling:
amused amused
I'm listening to:
Coolio- Gangsta's Paradise
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Time for your Do It Yourself Gnome-mas Card!



1) Print this out:




2) Cut along the dotted lines.

3) Place on your mantle or other card display area with all the other cards from non-slackers who actually bought stamps.

4) Get back to drinking.


p.s. If you actually do cut this out and put it somewhere, I'd love to see a pic... :-)
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22.5_sweet

Something old, something new, everything borrowed and I'm still blue. You'd think someone was getting married! Instead, it's a sweet little appetizer of melodies to tide you over until the next show. Enjoy!

Here's what's feeding that sweet tooth of yours:

Body & Soul - Coleman Hawkins

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Gracie - Bend Folds

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Question of the Week: What is Santa's first name?

Originally published at Madman's Mutterings.

I'm feeling:
busy
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Every once in a while, someone at the studio will reference doing a "double." This refers to doing two classes in one day, often two-in-a-row. For a while, I've been fascinated to try this for a couple reasons. One is that after the 1.5 hour "warmup" or the first yoga class, I should be able to get much deeper into certain postures. The second is that I was just curious to see what would happen. In yoga, unlike most of life, surprises are often good. Read more... )

Overall, the double was a fantastic experience, and I really learned a lot about the postures simply from being forced to perform them economically (because I was tired). I also feel absolutely fantastic. I love the whole world. If the feds knew how much endorphin I experienced today, they would regulate yoga as a controlled substance. Shhhh.

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We at the Casa are pleased to inform that "Three Days and Nights in Lord Darkdrake's Hall", which originally appeared in Strange Horizons, will be reprinted in audio at Podcastle sometime in the near future.

This has been your announcement, and now I must make some tea.

I'm feeling:
busy busy
I'm listening to:
Jann Arden -- Could I Be Your Girl?
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I am planning a Society of Consenting Adults party/revel/bardic circle for the next Frolicon. So I need ideas, I need a find a way to have an indoor bardic/fire circle. I am also thinking of wet chemise contests, 'bunny' dances, bawdy songs, 'kinked up' garb contests and more. Y'all are of course invited to come, and if you know of any like minded SCAdians, Rennies, etc feel free to bring them along as well. X-posted several times, sorry if you see it more than once.
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Sudden bad cough. Bah humbug, cough.

Anyway. I had felt like I wasn't getting much reading time in, and like I was quitting most of the books I was reading in disgust halfway through. And lo and behold, I was right! Because this fortnight's book post is much shorter than usual. Much. (So far this month I have quit two authors completely and one series from an author I have otherwise liked. Ugh.)

William Dalrymple, White Mughals: Love and Betrayal in Eighteenth Century India. This one was the book that decided me that I am in no mood to read things that are informative but not particularly well-written, because both do apply here. Also, Dalrymple seemed to be much more convinced that he was overturning a view of the British in India than I was, because I never had the (frankly stupid) view that the British had influenced the Indians without themselves being influenced. So having him refute that was not as valuable as perhaps it might have been.

Kjell Eriksson, The Princess of Burundi. And this is the one that decided us on no more Swedish mystery novels for me for the rest of the year. Because it was good, but oh, so gloomy.

Reginald Hill, Dialogues of the Dead and The Wood Beyond. The latter is probably my favorite so far, with its WWI references, but the former's word games are also good, and I'm interested in how it breaks standard mystery novel procedure even for within a series. I'm fond of both, though, and eager to get more in the series.

And that's it. Which for me is really not much.
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Okay, I know the various holidays are in full swing, and I should therefore be full of cheer (which might be a euphemism for something w. a high alcohol content).

However, 'tis the season for me to grade student exams and decide -- not who's been Naughty and who's been Nice -- but who is and is not literate enough to get a passing grade in a first-semester university English class.

As far as I can see, there are no right answers. One nice guy (who speaks English as a second language, of course) failed the course once before, and signed up again, like jumping right back on the horse that threw him. The essays he wrote in this semester's exam are disappointing, to put it mildly. Clearly, he can function well enough in English to make himself understood in person. But can he analyze literature in grammatically written English? No. However, he has reason to believe he was passing the course until now because I allow rewrites on out-of-class essays, and he followed my instructions well enough to get passing grades.

I can imagine his response if/when he gets a failing grade in the course, once again. (And there is a 3-strikes-&-you're- out rule that a student can only take this course 3 times.) I can also imagine the response from one of my colleagues if/when the student shows up in a higher-level English class, having passed by the skin of his teeth.

Of course, the student could sign up for a higher-level course from me, show little or no improvement, and thereby hand me this exact dilemma at the end of next semester.

One of my English-as-a-second-language students told me that the local ESL class involves writing essays on Shakespeare. Apparently all my ESL students passed this course. It's hard to believe.

Why, why, why, do so many of my ESL students insist on pairing plural subjects with singular verbs and vice versa no matter how many times I explain subject-verb agreement? Is this never mentioned in ESL?

Not to single out the ESL students, the sentence construction in essays written by some born-&-raised-Canadians is so disjointed I can't help wondering what they were on at the time.

It's too late now for me to find out how much help some of my students got with their out-of-class essays, but I can dish out failing grades to those who get less than 50% on the final exam. And so far, the final exams read like incredibly rough drafts.

The teaching and learning process requires 2-way communication, as I have repeated ad nauseum. So have I spent the last 20 years explaining things eloquently to the wilfully deaf, or do I (still) have a problem expressing myself in ways that can be understood?

Is it so hard to learn how to write simple but coherent English sentences that even students who seem hysterically desperate for a passing grade can't figure out how to do it?

Luckily, Partner & I are going to an expensive holiday feast at the Faculty Club this evening, where we hope to join a tableful of other LGBT faculty. Does this mean I can forget about grading, at least temporarily? Not likely. All my colleagues have also been in Exam Hell.

Those of us who could be defined as the Grammar Police (& may the Force be with us) are increasingly surrounded by lobby groups who want us to simplify the process of learning university-level English composition skills, or just give our students "a break" (a passing grade regardless of their performance). There is an office that diagnoses students with diabilities of various kinds & provides support - a rep from that sheltering place attended a meeting of the English Department, where she asked rhetorically whether punctuation, spelling and syntax are really that important - couldn't we overlook petty mistakes in those areas?

Yet there are regular expressions of outrage over presumably declining levels of literacy in society at large. Whose fault is this? Incompetent teachers, of course.

I think I will need to fill myself with cheer this evening.

In better news, Partner & I now have a beautiful new fake tree which was on sale for no obvious reason, and came already strung with little white LED lights. Bless Canadian Tire - they always have the best & the most holiday decorations. Our youngest cat, Samson, has been trying to climb his way to the top of the tree - touch wood (or metal), he hasn't knocked it down.
Current Location:
home
I'm feeling:
frustrated frustrated
I'm listening to:
the dead march from "Saul"
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Current research: I've googled and bing.com'd every combination of 'courtship' 'edwardian' 'turn of the century' 'world war one' 'boarding school' 'mourning customs' 'history' '1900s' and 'early 20th century' I could think of. I've wiki'ed and googled to my limit, and can find nothing that is what I need. I've also gone through the tags in this community & [info]askahistorian (thanks all!) and found a good half of my questions already answered. I have a short list of books on these topics that I plan to get from my local library ASAP, but any suggestions for books, especially a good, broad overview of life in 1900-1920 Europe, would be greatly appreciated.

I'm writing a story based on Frances Hodgson Burnett's "The Secret Garden." It takes place six or seven years after the novel, appx. 1916 or 1917 England, so WWI is taking place, men 18+ are being conscripted, and food, clothing, & raw materials are being rationed.

At what age would children--male and female--of wealthy, upper-class families be sent to boarding school? How long would this schooling last before university? What would young women who were not going to university do after their schooling was over, but before they married?

How long would a woman of the upper class (or upper middle class) be courted before an engagement? How long would the engagement last? How old would the young man and woman in question be, on average, when they did marry? If they were significantly younger than that, what would society say? Would the ongoing war make young marriages more, or less, acceptable?

What were the social customs concerning war widows? How long would a young woman be required to wear black and publicly mourn her husband? If she were, say, 200 miles away from her in-laws, would it be talked about publicly if she decided to wear other dark colors, like navy, etc., instead of straight black? If the pair had been married less than a year at his demise, would that change things? All the research I've done said that a widow was expected to wait two years to remarry; would the war have changed that? Alternately, if they were not married, but only engaged, how would the mourning period change?

Thank you all in advance, [info]little_details. I know this post is long, but I appreciate any help you can give me, or any books or websites you can point my way.
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Hi!

The character in my story is a nurse at St. Vincent's hospital in Manhattan in December 1999 (one of the scenes takes place over New Year). He's an occasional smoker - during a particularly rough day he decides to have a cigarette (he has smokes/lighter with him). Where would he go? Could he smoke on the street outside or would he have to get farther away from the hospital? Which exit would he use? Is it likely he'd go up to the roof to do it?

Also, I understand that smoking areas in hospitals - especially in NYC - were shut down some time around 2000. I've tried googling but haven't come up with anything concrete - if anyone has any idea when exactly smoking areas were shut down at St. Vincent's that'd help as well :)

Thank you!

googled: smoking st vincent's manhattan, smoking st vincent's manhattan area

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...and one final poll...

Poll #1499903 Value of Short Fiction, Prt III
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 11

Honestly, do you know any readers who purchase short fiction magazines and/or donate to fiction websites who do not write short stories themselves?

View Answers

Yes
7 (63.6%)

No
4 (36.4%)

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I'm feeling:
curious curious
I'm listening to:
Faith No More, Easy
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One of the main characters in my sci-fi novel is a nine year old girl with a diagnosis of temporal lobe epilepsy. I'm gearing into heavy research mode, and I'm looking for reading material--books, especially, but also articles that might be available online. (What I wouldn't give to be back in college and have J-STOR at my fingertips--alas.) I'm having trouble tracking down stuff myself because . . . well, I was a humanities major. I just don't know where to start with science.

I've read The Spirit Catches You and You Fall Down (on the recommendation from someone in my last post about this), and it was IMMENSELY helpful. But, now, I'm looking more for details of what epilepsy (specifically temporal lobe, but anything would be helpful) is like as a disease--treatment, prognosis, and day to day living.

I've been googling things like "temporal lobe epilepsy children", but most of what I'm getting is either general overviews (I think already I have a pretty good grasp of what TLE is in a very general sense) or abstracts of articles I can't access.

And, as long as I'm asking for book recommendations, I could also use more books about social work and foster care, specifically in response to medical conditions. (The family can't/won't seek medical care for the kid in the book, so the government gets involved. It's not set on Earth, but I figure finding out how other governments handle it would be helpful.) I probably can't beat The Spirit Catches You and You Fall down for sheer relevance, but more is always better.
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I received my contributor's copy of the latest issue of Illumen today. Inside was a check, tucked right next to my poem, "Susan Responds." I always get a little thrill when I get my copy and cash.
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Am not dead. Yet.
Still not king, either.

Haven't been on the computer much of late; this weekend was my eldest son's twelfth birthday party; I prepped for and attended that, and after I was made aware of some things I was not aware of before. This rather killed any desire I had to be communicative. I spent the rest of Saturday, all of Sunday and most of Monday in a daze and a haze.
Things should be somewhat better now, but The Eldest needs the computer to finish a social studies project that was due November 2. His teacher is being exceedingly gracious in letting him turn it in before the semester is over this Friday (for partial credit; there's no way I'd accept full.)
I've recently started reading Kristin Cashore's Fire. Love it. I want to know what happens! I do not want the story to end! I feel it's slightly better done than Graceling, which I also adored. Recommended, especially if you have a fondness for YA and / or fantasy and / or romantic writing and / or strong(ly written) female characters.

My favorite Christmas / winter song.
Just sayin'.
I'm feeling:
sore sore
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OK, OK, you've convinced me to not give up. Also, I'm not totally nuts, but maybe I'm a bit of a brat. No, you didn't say that, or even imply it, but I probably am. Rejection stings, and I know as a writer that there's more rejection than acceptance, but this was a bit of a different situation. Also, I went out and took a picture that I thought was what they were looking for, based on past winners. Oh, well.

This month's theme is 'toys,' and I have no idea what to do for this one. I took a couple shots of my robot and Tigger figures that I have here in my cubicle, but I didn't love them. I have some stuffed animals at home; maybe I can come up with something interesting with them. The point is to stretch oneself, right?


Current Location:
the cube
I'm feeling:
chagrined chagrined
I'm listening to:
DeSol, "Chango"
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I just discovered these two images over on deviantArt that were inspired by my short story "The Skull-Faced Boy."

The skull-faced boy by blazeblackwing     The skull-faced boy by DarkAlley001

Blazeblackwing, creator of the first one, writes, "Hi. I was told that you were on here by a friend. He saw that I had drawn a pic titled 'skull faced boy' and said to see what you think of it. I first read it in a zombie collection of stories and loved reading it! I didn't draw the skull-faced boy in the way I hoped you saw him, but in the way my own interpretation of him was."

DarkAlley001, creator of the second image, says, "Recently I've become a maniac about podcasts -- can you blame a person when the news is so depressing? One of these would be Pseudopod, an amazing source of horror/suspense/thriller short stories. I've been thinking of creating something for these stories for awhile, and with Halloween just around the corner, I feel inspired."

And, if you missed it, also check out Jandan's skull-faced boy art. I also have a deviantArt profile.

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Going to see this tonight!

In the meantime, Must Be Virtuous and Get Work Done.
(Would rather be making/wrapping presents...)

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Things have been rather hectic of late and I'm finding that going through TV shows has been a good way to take a break here and there. Here's a little summary of what I've been watching recently:

Merlin (Season Two): I was all doom and gloom about this one when I watched the first two episodes of season one but stuck with it (for reasons unknown) and it's grown on me somewhat. I do think some of the stories are quite well crafted and I think it does OK for a children's/family show. I'm on episode twelve of season two and I think that means there is one episode left.

Dexter (Season Four): I have just finished the fourth season of easily one of the best TV shows ever made. The finale of this one had me in agony and I still haven't fully recovered from all the implications of it (and it was Monday night I watched it). It's compelling TV, excellent writing and with some wonderful characters.

Lie to Me (Season One): I've actually watched all of season one but am watching it again with the wife and am up to episode four (of twelve) with her. It's nice to go away from what I'm used to watching and Tim Roth is excellent as the owner of a company that deals with micro-expressions, which tell us who is lying and why...

V (Season One): A remake of the massive 80's tv show and with a weird idea from the channel of showing four episodes and then having a four month break. Especially when that fourth episode had no discernable cliffhanger to speak of... It's a bit tired, a bit lethargic and suffers from being a remake that wasn't really needed. I'll probably keep up with mainly as that lovely Juliet from LOST is in it.

Dollhouse (Season One): Struggling muchly with this one. I'm on episode nine just now and think that of those 9x50min slots there is probably about 40mins of good TV. I think Whedon has some good ideas but he's ultimately so far up his own arse that he's unwilling to look at a lot of the flaws in what he's doing. In this comment I also refer to Firefly and Buffy.

LOST (Season Five): Season five was just about to start by the time I got around to watching season one of this and I basically raced through the series in an attempt to catch up and be in the 'in-crowd' for when they started the last season. I was negative to this for so long, after hearing about so many people dropping off the show and it was only when my sister said she was going to watch them again, as she'd missed a few episodes, and would I watch them with her and chat about them. I took a bit of convincing and the result was one of my favourite TV shows ever made. I'm worried they are going to royally mess it up, like they did BSG but I trust them just now...

Supernatural (Season Five): Have enjoyed this all the way through, although I cannot really claim to be a fan as it deals with horror in a way I don't usually appreciate - that of lots of humour - and I miss the fact it used to be quite a tense horror show in the beginning (somewhere). Anyway it's kept me entertained enough to watch for five years now.

Next on my list to watch is Six Feet Under, and considering the list above, are there any opinions on whether I'm going to like it? (This is also bearing in mind that I gave up on Heroes, Pushing Daises and I absolutely hated the end of BSG?)

Current Location:
Home
I'm feeling:
relaxed relaxed
I'm listening to:
Editors - Papillon
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I have to admit that I never really got the appeal of Katherine Hepburn. She always seems way too imperial and regal to really encite any passion in anyone. Furthermore, the whole Tracy and Hepburn affair seems to be more cute than anything. They both seem so damn old in every movie they're in. Granted, I've never seen Adam's Rib. The earliest one I saw was African Queen with Bogart (and no chemistry).

But these two always remind me of rich people's grandparents - the kind of grandparents who are perfectly lovely and quite sweet but that whole WASP personality stops you from telling any off-color jokes or saying anything that might be the slightest bit interesting. You will eat their food, be on your best behavior and thank them for their hospitality but you won't like them. You won't feel like you want to get invited to the next meal at their home. On the other hand, they are less likely to tell long boring stories that involve the time they saw a famous person and asked him for change.

Then again, I did only watch Guess Who's Coming to Dinner? in toto. And that thing is a piece of crap to showcase that - once again - Sidney Poitier is very cool. I'm now watching Desk Set which is a 1950s movie that doubles as an advertisement for IBM and says stuff about how everyone in the office is afraid of being replaced by computers (a common fear in the era before internet porn, I'm told). There's apparently ANOTHER MAN in the thing - a Baxter (thank you Michael Showalter) who is in his thirties and much too young for Katherine Hepburn (who might only be in her 40s but acts like an imperial grandmother.)

But these two bond over their mutual love of brain teasers - but really really simple brain teasers - the kind like George and Martha are on the floor dead and there's water and broken glass. The person who finds them determines that they died of strangulation in the first second. How? (are you going to pretend you don't know the answer ))

The closest I've ever gotten to kind of getting Katherine Hepburn was a late hour determination that Captain Janeway wasn't so bad. And finding Cate Winslet's imitation in The Aviator kind of hot. But for the most part, Katherine Hepburn is the amazing sexless robot grandma.

Hell, the younger guy just said that he loved her for her "warmth, her wit, her understanding." Huh? Is he in the same movie that I'm watching?
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Originally published at Stephanie Campisi. You can comment here or there.

Things are getting a bit frantic over here, so I’m afraid that you won’t be getting much in the way of coherent blogging (not that that’s ever really a problem, I suppose). My laptop keyboard is still buggered, and has fits of semi-working, followed by seizures of not-working, making the whole writing stories business a bit of a challenge. I’m a bit behind on deadlines as a result.

Since so many of you were intrigued by the hazily photographed ’snow brown’ drink of the other week, you’ll be happy to know that I stumbled upon it once more (at a Korean place on La Trobe Street), and this time was daring enough to order it. No doubt you’ll be fascinated to know that it tasted like Weetbix with crushed ice. Mmm-mmm.

Today’s enlightenment is an equally hazily photographed image (I only had my phone with me, unfortunately) from a menu at Ghurka’s on Chapel Street, which is also apparently proud to proclaim that its menu is ‘glutton free’ (not true, given all we ate last night):

Jack Denials: for the abstemious drunkards amongst us

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Every single unlistenable and generic (yet Oscar-friendly) movie theme by Randy Newman, those horrible concoctions that befoul otherwise near-perfect Pixar films, is patterned musically on the opening verse of Cole Porter's "Let's Misbehave," only without even one one-thousandth of the verve or lyrical talent behind it. And with no influence at all from any of the later bits of the song.
I'm listening to:
On A Rope - Rocket From The Crypt
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A friend asked (in a locked post) what her readers do, what their days are like. My answer:

I fight crime. Then I come home and write stories.

Occasionally, I'll go back out again, or straight from work, and fight crime a little more.

So my day is the mad dash about the house getting everyone going, walk to the bus stop, walk from Harvard Square to Central - I could take the train the one stop, but my body is happier when I walk it, and so is my wallet, and I get more iPod time.

At BARCC, I manage all of the prospective and in-training volunteers, interns, and a whole bunch of community outreach/education stuff, as well as a lot of random unrelated things that have accrued under that position. I work a half-day, then slog home, where if I'm not too tired (I'm dealing with massive gluten fatigue; my biopsy is in two weeks), I get to write.

My daughter gets home at 3. So we get some hanging-out time before I make her start focusing on her homework. Then I get stuff done around the house, or nap, or read, or knit, til Adam gets home; then dinner and usually a few episodes of whatever show we're introducing Elayna to. (Pop culture is important here.)

Nighttime is sometimes for dates, sometimes for family cocooning, sometimes for group social stuff, sometimes for BARCC volunteer gigs.

Irregular, replacing any of the above: BARCC public education volunteer gigs. Here's a PDF of the workshops we do. Also I do survivor speeches and staff a table at fairs and community events, and help run the Clothesline Project. In the new year, we'll be starting a BARCC blog, too.

So. That. And then finally I take my nighttime meds and curl up in bed with Adam, a book, and one or more cats. And then I sleep.

You?
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Ars Memoriae by Beth Bernobich.

Commander Adrian Dee (who is pestered by false memories) is sent by her Hibernic Majesty to investigate some mysterious political machinations in Austria and Montenegro, though the trouble might actually be treachery closer to home.

One of the elements of steampunk is clocks, and while this story does not contain an orrery, it has balloons and mathematical mysteries concerning the nature of time, as well as spies and action.

I compare it to Shostakovich's 11th--deceptively slow beginning, as Dee waits upon the young queen with whom he has some sort of past, and visits each member of her inner council. Then he travels to Europe, using disguises and code words set up according to diplomatic useage . . . which gets him into trouble. Somewhere along the line, he's been betrayed. He has no idea if he's been sold out locally--or back at the capital, so he can trust no one. Communicate with no one.

As he travels on, using his wits and experience, he's still pestered by weird memories. The story builds to a crashing crescendo, like the Shostakovich piece, which was inspired by politics at that very time.

There is easily enough material here for a full novel; readers might wish the climax was explored more fully, but overall I am left longing for more about this world, how it works, and above all, more about Commander Adrian Dee.

I asked the author some questions about this novella and about steampunk in general, in hopes that our exchange might spark off some discussion.

Smith: Why is steampunk sexy?

Beth: I've wondered that myself. I think it's because of the contrast between the strict, staid Victorian era and the exuberance of steampunk fiction. And the technology used in steampunk is so very rugged and physical and...

*pauses to fan self*

Smith: Heh! ‘Rugged and physical’ and stylish. My son was watching the Back to the Future Trilogy recently. I walked in just as the last film was ending—and there was the Doc and his teacher wife and their futuristic flying train. It hit me that that picture absolutely captured Steampunk—the immensely stylish retro clothing, the beautiful pre-art nouveau design work on the train, the combination of steam and magic.

My understanding is, steampunk is nor just about steam, but about fin de siecle styles, and nascent governments breaking the economic and political as well as cultural traditions of empire. It seems to me that breaking the hold of super-powers is relevant today. Same with the sense of the working man feeling helpless against those powers—and finding ways to harness it. And as for the sense that machines are one step from magic, as tech changes accelerate rapidly . . . well, I see parallels.

On the other hand, some say Steampunk is all about clocks. Gears. Wheels and time. One of the strong draws of your stories set in this milieu is how you use numbers and time. Did your exploration of mathematics and the limitations of time arise out of the setting, or did the idea come first, and you imposed the vaguely Ruritanian, pre-WW I setting?

Beth: As usual, the whole thing came to me backwards, and in pieces. I had never heard of steampunk, and I had no grand ideas about addressing the limitations of time. I just had an image of a young woman whispering prime numbers, which eventually, and with a great deal of struggling, turned into the first Eireann story ("A Flight of Numbers Fantastique Strange").

Smith: That is one of my favorite stories of the past ten years.

Beth: It was Oliver Sacks’s book, The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat, that gave me the image I described. There’s a chapter where Sacks tells about his encounter with two brothers, twins, who could visualize multi-digit prime numbers--and this was back in the days before supercomputers. I decided to write about a different pair of twins, mathematical geniuses who were obsessed by prime numbers, to the point where the sister was driven mad by them--or so her brother and the doctors believed.

At first, I set the story in the real world in England, but as I struggled through the first draft, a second image came to me--that of a red balloon drifting through the sky--which gave me the story of the queen and her lover. From there all the details of the alternate world just spilled out.

Smith: Purely for the fun of the history geek, did your timeline diverge around 1603?

Beth: Further back, actually. I decided that Henry II’s invasion of Ireland didn’t succeed because the Irish formed an alliance with the Danes of Northern England. They divided England between them, with the southern part of England becoming the Anglian Dependencies.

Smith: I so hope there going to be a novel about these people and this setting?

Beth: I am currently waiting for word about a proposal for just that. The plan is to base the novel on the existing three Eireann stories (“A Flight of Numbers,” “The Golden Octopus,” and Ars Memoriae), with a fourth, new segment that will finally address the problem of the Anglians, tie up all the loose ends, and bring Eireann fully into the 20th century.








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Last night I went to Neil Gaiman's reading and signing at Decatur GA held at Agnes Scott College organized by Little Shop of Stories. There were about 1,000 of us there and he signed for everyone all night, till after 1AM. It was so great to see him here again, the last I saw him was at DragonCon in 2000. One of the most interesting things occurred during the Q&A, when he answered the question of why he hasn't been back to DragonCon since. He told us that he used to enjoy going to DragonCon in the early 90's, but the last time he attended in 2000 it was not organized well for his appearance. He was told to go up to his room and wait for someone to come get him in a few hours for some activity. When he asked why he couldn't go his own way for a few hours instead of going to his room and doing nothing, he was told "No", he had to stay in his room. Hours had passed, and he asked if they were ready, and (I believe) was told that the activity had passed and someone forgot to get him. He also mentioned that he was presented with a lifetime achievement award, except for the fact that the award was not ready in time for the con and showed up in the mail a few months later. He wasn't mad about the award, pretty sure just about waiting in his room. He said whenever he is asked if he wants to come back, he still remembers having to sit in his room. So, take note here, he hasn't been back for 9 years now because of that. Do you want to have Neil Gamain come back to DragonCon? Maybe DragonCon organizers need to tell him he can make his own schedule and work around what he wants. I know there is a lot going on, but if you give him the freedom to do what he wants, when he wants to, maybe he might come back. Just something to think about.
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Mr. Loki is exceptionally gimpy today. I don't know why. When we went to the park, his back legs collapsed out from under him at one point, so I carried him for a while to give him a rest. Good exercize for me, I supppose. He enjoys that, too.

He's still eating and is currently sitting on the landing barking at passing cars, so he's in good spirits, but today feels like a step back. ::sighs:: But he is in good spirits, I think, which trumps everything else.

A neighbor's truck was broken into last night, which is also a worry. My head isn't in the writing right now, so I'm gonna go outline.

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Happy birthday to the incomparable Miss Jane Austen.
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The question, of course, then becomes ‘How do we capture his exact likeness?’” said the shifter, smiling genially at the bustling technicians. “After all, someone once had to have done it, and with prehistorical technology, too, or the stories wouldn’t exist.” He grew a pair of donkey’s ears and waggled them.

The light flashed. The shifter smirked. “Too slow,” he said.

One of the technicians, unable to contain himself, violated protocol. “The picture is transmitted through the cable in less than one millionth of a second,” he told the shifter.

The shifter nodded. “Nothing ever stays the same for long.”

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I can't tell you who (yet), and I can't tell you why, or when, or what, but...

I've been asked to ask the great lj overmind:

Any artists out there who have done any Hello Kitty art?

If you have, send me an email at FWu@frankwu.com or Qarlo999@hotmail.com

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Found a better route to work, with better scenery and which avoids the crazy highway nearly the whole distance. It takes about ten minutes longer than the highway, but only if there are no traffic jams on the highway. And since there's always a traffic jam...

Octavia is fully recovered from her neutering, and is back to driving Fig nuts with stalking, pouncing, and ricocheting around the house.

My editor tells me that she will read the new version of QUEEN'S HUNT next week. I am resisting the urge to make one more pass through chapter 19 before then. My brain really does need a break from that particular book.

However, Fred is handing me a trickle of images for ALLEGIANCE, which is good. I hope to start that novel during the Christmas holidays.

In other news, the lovely and talented [info]sartorias is going to interview me about steampunk and the world of Eireann. Watch this space for updates.

And though Fantasy Book Critic didn't care for ARS MEMORIAE, he apparently loves my style and is looking forward to PASSION PLAY. (Scroll down to see the entry.)
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Shadow Conspiracy Offered by the Book View Café.

A group of authors with long and award-gemmed publishing histories put together a Steampunk idea and timeline. Basically, in the Year Without a Summer, the Shelley and Byron ménage halted in Geneva, hemmed by rotten weather, as we know. In addition to the days and nights of creativity this anthology has posited that early scientists, including John Polidori, who accompanied Lord Byron as his physician, are working on a radical invention that might preserve the soul of a diseased person—permanently. The result spawns secrets, destroyed lives, and hidden coded papers.

Years later, Byron’s daughter Ada Lovelace meets up with Charles Babbage, inventor of the analytical engine; she invents the “automatic sciences,” allowing the creation of machines that mimic human action, and even human thought. Once again, history has changed, as politicians and economic manipulators as well as adventurers all try to discover the secrets of Ada Lovelace—and she carries on her dreams.

The stories are quite different, ranging from Steven Piziks’ dark, tense “The Soul Jar” to Jennifer Stevenson’s lighter, mannered “A Princess of Wittgenstein.” I enjoyed them all, especially Sarah Zettel’s “The Persistence of Souls,” which captures the period tone, verisimilitude in period characters, and blends tension, scientific and emotional conflicts. Judith Tarr’s “The Sister of Perpetual Adoration” begins with what one would think (and enjoy, if you’re me) is a fairly predictable turn-the-tables tale. A young Victorian lady who is trying an experiment permits a really nasty rake to draw her off of a walking party, though she suspects he’s up to no good—though in truth she can handle herself. But when a storm overtakes them and they find themselves in a secluded monastery, things take some very odd turns.

The overall effect is a delicious world, if you like a fictional orrery powered by retro-Victorian style, science, and magic. The possibilities make me hope that there will be more stories using this setting.




Lovers’ Knot, by Donald Hardy.

Jonathan Williams has inherited an estate. With his best friend Alayne Langford in tow, Jonathan leaves London for the country to take possession, and learn what it’s like to live as the landed gentry. He’d been there fourteen years earlier, the hot summer days filled with wandering, swims in the sea--and the pleasures of discovering a new friend, Nat. That was also a summer of rumors and strange happenings, romantic triangles and wronged lovers. By the summer’s end, one young man was dead, and another haunted for life.

Now Jonathan is determined to start anew. Until he starts seeing the ghost of his former friend everywhere he looks.

Hardy is an experienced RenFaire and Shakespearean actor, which informs his ability to evoke mood and time. I read this story in beta, and thoroughly enjoyed the characters, the attention to detail, and the subtle way Hardy wove in magic before one was aware it was there. The central romance is delightfully done, and very much in period.
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I'm feeling:
accomplished accomplished
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I just finished Terry Pratchett’s Making Money the other day. Which is rather apropos for today’s topic, because in the book, Pratchett’s reformed shyster Moist Von Lipwig feels that everything has to be done with a certain amount of panache.

The next book I’ve just picked up is Heat Wave the novelization tie-in for the TV show Castle. Most novel tie-ins give themselves away by slapping a photo from the show on the book’s cover (Even the Sookie Stackhouse series and Legend of the Seeker books are getting repackaged this way). But not so Heat Wave. The novel isn’t giving itself away. Instead it looks like something James Patterson or Sue Grafton might have written. There are even blurbs by well known NYT Bestselling crime authors (who have cameos in the show).

However, the prose is a bit, purplish. Shading to lavender at the very least. I hope that’s intentional, because it seems out of place to me in a hardboiled detective novel.

So let's talk about style. )

Don’t forget about the Yard Dog Press/Bride of Tranquility Holiday Promotion!

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Re-posted from [info]badger, who re-posted from someone else whose name I can't remember.
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Here's an uncertainty: I have less than a hundred pages to read through, or I have fewer than a hundred pages to read through. Either way, depending. Is it less than a [hundred pages], the single unit of a century, or is it fewer than [a hundred] pages, the actual count? Certainly it's fewer than two hundred and twenty that I still have to work through the computer. Urgh. And less than a week to go.

It seems I can only bake perfect bread when nobody else has to eat it. I tried to adapt the sourdough process on Sunday, to have it fresh for a lunch date: left it in the fridge overnight, got up at six (!) to give it a swift final knead and set it to prove in the airing-cupboard. At nine, it was still chilly; dough is apparently a very poor conductor. Who knew? I baked it as late as I could get away with and it looked okay, but it turned out very cakey and not particularly nice.

Still working on the process, this morning I shifted the dough from fridge to airing-cupboard at 4am (not sleeping, see: last night I couldn't sleep, today I couldn't breathe. I wait agog for the next symptom) and kneaded it at ten, left it proving while I went into town. Baked it at 3.30, and it is heaven on legs. Without the legs, obviously.

(Which reminds me, I have been reading Alan Bennett's diaries, and he proposed a competition for the best men's legs in art. Tragically I cannot now remember his own recommendations...)

I must work more. I only have till Wednesday next. (Which remind me also, I heard reviews last night of the Chicago run of the new musical of the Addams Family. Not flattering reviews, but, y'know. Addams Family, and Nathan Lane: I'd go.) I keep getting flakey, cutting myself a little more slack. Also, people keep wanting to see me. What is this sudden popularity, damn it? I've been here all year, y'know...?

I just discovered a literal hanging participle. Fat general, hanging out of window:

Leaning out like this, perilous above the fall of it, the sound of hammering...

No, dear. The sound was not leaning out, tho' it might be perilous in and of itself.

*fixes*
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Damn you all! Why didn’t anyone tell me about this movie when it was in theaters? I must see it immediately! But now it’s nowhere to be found and I am tray desolay. Maybe Netflix will have it.

Originally published at M.K. Hobson | Necrophilatelist. Please leave any comments there.

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  • 14:05 I keep posting disturbing things. I'm sorry. I'll try to be more cheerful. I'm gonna try shadowboxing my baculum collection. How 'bout that? #
  • 19:17 "More cheerful" meaning lighthearted discussion of the demise of Oral Roberts. I live in Tulsa. It's like early Christmas. Good riddance. #
  • 19:20 I didn't really mean the "sorry" thing. That was more sarcasm. Sorry. By way of apology, here's Rasputin's penis. tinyurl.com/y8s5jh4 #
  • 19:29 In a space-opera story I infested a duplicate City of Faith with giant wasp-people, then blew it up. Had to touch myself after that one. #
  • 20:12 @ladykayaker A fight to the death with a giant two-headed monitor lizard in a barbarian gladiator pit isn't avant-garde? Well, fuck. #
  • 06:04 Time to sleep. Is it THAT bizarre that I find the presence of multiple carnivore skulls so soothing? That I rest soundly with them staring? #
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On my way out of the house this morning, Gej raced by on his way out into the backyard. He had a ten dollar bill in his mouth.

WTF?

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I'm feeling:
cold cold
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If your best friend and/or romantic partner read all of your email for the last month (or longer), how would it impact your relationship(s) and why?

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I honestly don't know. It could go either way. That thought really sucks.
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but could have figured out if I had thought about it (TIDK-BCHFOIITAI):

Ketchup conducts static electricity.
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