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Jul. 18th, 2015

bad girls firefighters

it's your chance now girl you better dance now girl

Oh grand-daughters.
You will not know what your mothers and your grandmothers knew;
you will not know how they fought with no true hope for their own salvation. 

You will not know how they cursed and kicked to make a better world.
A world that would honor
your mind, your ambition, your desire
to be something more
than a servant, a subject, a decoration.

How they clawed and they
fought to build a world where
you could be human.

You will not recognize their grief and
pride when you stand up,
unbloodied,
and accept what was impossible for them as your due.

You will not recognize it.
You will not remember it.

But you will live it.

When you fight for your own
daughters and grand-daughters,
and see them one step higher on the spiral.
One step closer to unquestioned,
to human.

How tall.
How tall is the stair?
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Jun. 16th, 2015

loose tea for loose women

write it on a pound note, pound note

Tonight I made a cocktail, and scott_lynch dubbed it the Riddle Contest. Recipe here.

May. 17th, 2015

comic tick ninjas hedge

i killed a man for flora, the lily of the west

My least favorite writing advice today is the old "cut your first drafts by 10-15%" canard, which seems to be making another round.

You know what? It's great advice for some writers, with some stories. But like all one-size-fits-all advice, it actually doesn't necessarily fit most very well.

Me, for example. My first drafts tend to grow by 10-20% on redraft, because I tend to write my first drafts without things like transitions, exposition, dialogue, dramatization, and setup for thematic developments. They're more or less nothing except plot and character development, and all the other stuff gets put in later. I also have to insert white space a lot of the time, because at novel length extremely dense narrative becomes exhausting, and that's what I naturally tend towards.

My earliest decent short stories were all around 1500-3000 words. It wasn't until I learned to unpack those, to get the interesting bits out of my head and trust that I wasn't going to make them boring by explaining them, to write them at 5000-7000 words for the same sorts of ideas, that they started selling well and attracting positive comment.

I've several times shown my students the first draft of "Shoggoths in Bloom" as well as the published version. The story won a Hugo in its longer, published version. The first draft was largely opaque and hasty, and I know this for a fact, because I took it to Sycamore Hill and sat in a room while a dozen of my colleagues told me exactly how much of it was incomprehensible twaddle.

(Not always: sometimes I need to cut things. But it's incredibly rare for that to happen, and feel free to ask my editors.)

In my experience as a teacher of writing--going on ten years of it now--this is true for a good third of my students, as well. Some of whom have struggled extensively because of this advice, which gets parroted around as if it were true for everyone, all the time.

It's not. Just as the advice to "expand that--dramatize that--explain that better" is not true for everyone all the time.

(In point of fact, I suspect that there are no generally applicable answers even for particular writers. Sometimes we'll overwrite, and sometimes we'll underwrite, and experience and good editors will eventually teach us which is which.)

The trick is not to apply some magic metric like "Oh, cut 10% of everything you write." The trick is to learn what information is necessary and what information is not, and provide the former--and as much of the latter as is entertaining and fun.

May. 15th, 2015

atc

if you cry about a nickel gonna die about a dime

Trigger warning: Tsarnaev trial.

So, today, May 15th, 2015, a day which happens to be my mother's 63rd birthday, the jury in the Tsarnaev bombing trial sentenced a young man to die.

I live here.

Not in Boston. no. But in the Bay State. I'm in town once or twice a month. I'll never be fast enough to qualify for the Boston Marathon, but I run. I have friends who were there when it happened.

When the attack happened, I was at my partner's house, which is in Wisconsin, and I spent... days... following the unfolding events.

What I'm saying is this is my back yard.

I have lost family members to murder. I am opposed to the death penalty nevertheless, for a variety of reasons I don't feel like discussing here.

This hurts. This all hurts. This isn't the decision I think should have been made. But I am proud of my home for bringing this man in alive, and for providing due process and a civil trial (and there was pressure to do it otherwise.) I am also, simultaneously, deeply saddened that we have chosen a course that I think reflects lingering barbarism in our society.

I read this.

85% of Boston residents would have preferred a life sentence, and so would I. Even understanding that it would have had to have been a life sentence in protective custody, which amounts to a life sentence in solitary confinement.

Is that more humane than death?

I don't know.

I do know that I am not one of the twelve people who will have to live with the decision that was made today, and I know also that I am a coward, because I am grateful for that fact.

May. 12th, 2015

criminal minds garcia technopeasant

dig a hole dig a hole in the meadow



Noted without comment.

May. 4th, 2015

criminal minds garcia technopeasant

it's not the hanging that i mind. it's the laying in the grave so long.

Congrats, all!

Now back to the word mines.

2015 Locus Awards Finalists

The Locus Science Fiction Foundation has announced the top five finalists in each category of the 2015 Locus Awards.

Winners will be announced during the Locus Awards Weekend in Seattle WA, June 26-28, 2015; Connie Willis will MC the awards ceremony. Additional weekend events include author readings with Willis and Daryl Gregory; a kickoff Clarion West party honoring first week instructor Andy Duncan, Clarion West supporters, awards weekend ticket holders, and special guests; panels with leading authors; an autograph session with books available for sale thanks to University Book Store; and a lunch banquet with the annual Hawai’ian shirt contest, all followed by a Locus party on Saturday night.

SCIENCE FICTION NOVEL

The Peripheral, William Gibson (Putnam; Viking UK)
Ancillary Sword, Ann Leckie (Orbit US; Orbit UK)
The Three-Body Problem, Cixin Liu (Tor)
Lock In, John Scalzi (Tor; Gollancz)
Annihilation/Authority/Acceptance, Jeff VanderMeer (FSG Originals; Fourth Estate; HarperCollins Canada)
FANTASY NOVEL

The Goblin Emperor, Katherine Addison (Tor)
Steles of the Sky, Elizabeth Bear (Tor)
City of Stairs, Robert Jackson Bennett (Broadway; Jo Fletcher)
The Magician’s Land, Lev Grossman (Viking; Arrow 2015)
The Mirror Empire, Kameron Hurley (Angry Robot US)
YOUNG ADULT BOOK

Half a King, Joe Abercrombie (Del Rey; Voyager UK)
The Doubt Factory, Paolo Bacigalupi (Little, Brown)
Waistcoats & Weaponry, Gail Carriger (Little, Brown; Atom)
Empress of the Sun, Ian McDonald (Jo Fletcher; Pyr)
Clariel, Garth Nix (Harper; Hot Key; Allen & Unwin)
FIRST NOVEL

Elysium, Jennifer Marie Brissett (Aqueduct)
A Darkling Sea, James L. Cambias (Tor)
The Clockwork Dagger, Beth Cato (Harper Voyager)
The Memory Garden, Mary Rickert (Sourcebooks Landmark)
The Emperor’s Blades, Brian Staveley (Tor; Tor UK)
NOVELLA

“The Man Who Sold the Moon”, Cory Doctorow (Hieroglyph)
We Are All Completely Fine, Daryl Gregory (Tachyon)
Yesterday’s Kin, Nancy Kress (Tachyon)
“The Regular”, Ken Liu (Upgraded)
“The Lightning Tree”, Patrick Rothfuss (Rogues)
NOVELETTE

“Tough Times All Over”, Joe Abercrombie (Rogues)
“The Hand Is Quicker”, Elizabeth Bear (The Book of Silverberg)
“Memorials”, Aliette de Bodard (Asimov’s 1/14)
“The Jar of Water”, Ursula K. Le Guin (Tin House #62)
“A Year and a Day in Old Theradane”, Scott Lynch (Rogues)
SHORT STORY

“Covenant”, Elizabeth Bear (Hieroglyph)
“The Dust Queen”, Aliette de Bodard (Reach for Infinity)
“The Truth About Owls”, Amal El-Mohtar (Kaleidoscope)
“In Babelsberg”, Alastair Reynolds (Reach for Infinity)
“Ogres of East Africa”, Sofia Samatar (Long Hidden)
ANTHOLOGY

The Year’s Best Science Fiction: Thirty-first Annual Collection, Gardner Dozois, ed. (St. Martin’s Press)
Long Hidden: Speculative Fiction from the Margins of History, Rose Fox & Daniel José Older, eds. (Crossed Genres)
Rogues, George R.R. Martin & Gardner Dozois, ed. (Bantam; Titan)
Reach for Infinity, Jonathan Strahan, ed. (Solaris US; Solaris UK)
The Time Traveler’s Almanac, Ann VanderMeer & Jeff VanderMeer, eds. (Head of Zeus; Tor)
COLLECTION

Questionable Practices, Eileen Gunn (Small Beer)
The Collected Short Fiction Volume One: The Man Who Made Models, R.A. Lafferty (Centipede)
Last Plane to Heaven, Jay Lake (Tor)
Academic Exercises, K.J. Parker (Subterranean)
The Collected Stories of Robert Silverberg, Volume Nine: The Millennium Express, Robert Silverberg (Subterranean; Gateway)
MAGAZINE

Asimov’s
Clarkesworld
F&SF
Lightspeed
Tor.com
PUBLISHER

Angry Robot
Orbit
Small Beer
Subterranean
Tor
EDITOR

John Joseph Adams
Ellen Datlow
Gardner Dozois
Jonathan Strahan
Ann & Jeff VanderMeer
ARTIST

Jim Burns
John Picacio
Shaun Tan
Charles Vess
Michael Whelan
NON-FICTION

Ray Bradbury Unbound, Jonathan Eller (University of Illinois Press)
Harry Harrison! Harry Harrison!, Harry Harrison (Tor)
The Secret History of Wonder Woman, Jill Lepore (Knopf)
Robert A. Heinlein: In Dialogue with His Century, Volume 2: The Man Who Learned Better: 1948-1988, William H. Patterson, Jr. (Tor)
What Makes This Book So Great, Jo Walton (Tor; Corsair 2015)
ART BOOK

Jim Burns, The Art of Jim Burns: Hyperluminal (Titan)
The Art of Neil Gaiman, Hayley Campbell (Harper Design)
Spectrum 21: The Best in Contemporary Fantastic Art, John Fleskes, ed. (Flesk)
Brian & Wendy Froud, Brian Froud’s Faeries’ Tales (Abrams)
The Art of Space: The History of Space Art, from the Earliest Visions to the Graphics of the Modern Era, Ron Miller (Zenith)

criminal minds hotch somewhat incongruou

i dug some graves you'll never find

I've just finished reading Jeff Guinn's The Last Gunfight: The Real Story of the Shootout at the O.K. Corral-And How It Changed the American West.

He's got a really aggravating tendency to claim an understanding of motives and leave out words like "perhaps," "probably," and "allegedly" that should be liberally sprinkling this text, and he's got that annoying tendency that many male historians and biographers of generally lionized male historical figures have of getting all possessive of his boyfriends and either dismissing the women in their lives as insignificant, hysterical, clutching, or entirely out for the main chance; or of editorializing on how irritating their men must have found them.

Also, I quibble some with his description of the forensics of the infamous gunfight (this is one of those places where "perhaps" would have come in really handy), especially as he misses my pet theory about how Tom McLaury managed to take a load of shotgun pellets in the armpit (my favorite reconstruction of the fight has the unarmed Tom reaching over the saddle of Billy Clanton's horse to retrieve Clanton's rifle from the saddle sheath, and being dragged around in a circle when the horse spooks, thus exposing his side and underarm to Doc), but at least Guinn does point out that it's pretty implausible for Doc to have put down the shotgun, pulled his revolver, shot Billy Clanton in cold blood, picked the shotgun back up, killed Tom with it, then dropped the shotgun and picked up the pistol and proceeded to miss Frank in the <30 seconds of the entire fight.

However, the book is pretty impressive on historical context and backstory, and presents one of the clearer pictures of the tapestry of interwoven motivations, politics, social considerations, and economics that drove the tensions in Southeast Arizona at the time.

Guinn also makes really good sense of the stagecoach robberies, and rightly points out that gunfight was the top of the second act in this particular narrative, and not the climax at all. (The actual climax is kind of an anticlimax, as is so common the real world and why the end of the story gets rewritten when it's fictionalized for film. Curly Bill and John Ringo have to be foregrounded a heck of a lot more, and Ike Clanton kicked back to his admittedly rightful place as a second-stringer for something closer to the real world narrative to work as a story.)

What we learn from the lives of the Earp brothers, in the end, is if you have to be an Earp, be James. Live quietly and more or less without notoriety, show up for work, and die in your 80s in bed, contented and comfortably well off.

What we learn from the lives of historians of the Matter of Tombstone is that anybody who wades through the John H. Flood manuscript of Wyatt's memoirs deserves hazard pay. You can read the PTSD between the lines in every single account that mentions it.

A representative sample:

     Earp could feel the warmth of the conspirator's body as he leaned against him; the pulsations beat against his own and then there was a throb; something that felt like nerves, and the tenseness of muscles at the drawing of a gun. Earp was watching Allison and the movement of his forty-five; gradually, it was slipping forward from its holster while the marshal stood silently and looked on.


Now the assassin's thumb reached towards the hammer - quietly - then he felt a thrill, something that made his side turn cold, the side against that of the city marshal. Then he raised his eyes to another pair of eyes, and flinched, and dropped his gaze to the ground; he saw a movement at his side and he thought his end had come. Earp was two seconds ahead of him on the draw, and Allison knew that he had lost his play, and he edged out onto the walk...

May. 1st, 2015

writing carnival

if there's anything that sounds a bit like a mistake, just conjure up an e flat minor in your brain.



Because reasons.

Apr. 27th, 2015

comics invisibles king mob

come on come on come on. come over come over. come on come on come on. we all wanted this.

A little over 3000 words today, in my first chance to work on the novel since Wednesday. Didn't do any of the other things I should have done, but hey. Some days you get what you can.

The book is at 20,000 words, which is a sixth of the estimated length. And I just broke 100,000 words for the year to date. And a project that had turned into an endlessly returning zombie is finally laid to bed.

Just keep chipping.

Apr. 16th, 2015

david bowie realism _ truepenny

god moves on the water like casey jones

So I let the Magic Smoke (TM) out of my 15-year-old Osterizer a few months ago, and have been suffering a resultant smoothie deficit. Well, as a reward for a pretty decent short story sale the other day, I splashed out on a new Breville blender (basically, a poor man's Vitamix--less than half the price and rated almost as well).

You guys.

The things this blender does to kale. The things it does to rolled oats.

My enemies had better watch their backs, is all I'm saying.

Apr. 13th, 2015

writing eternal sky gage

and a red clay robe and a red clay wings and a red clay halo for my head

So I have 7500 words of The Stone in the Skull, the first book of the second Eternal Sky trilogy, which is collectively called The Lotus Kingdoms, done. I'm trying to have a bad draft before Readercon if I can.

And because I'm really, really happy with how this is coming out--apparently I've finally learned how to take that advice in the blog title and throw another bear in the canoe--here's the first three paragraphs.

My poor protagonists. I am a horrible person.

Also, very smug.


Chapter One.

The mountain wore a mirrored mask. A pale sun blazed light but no heat in the limpid, icy air and glaciers shimmered against a sky like glass. The air was so still it seemed the encircling peaks held their breaths on some portent.

Their reflections bent toward a vanishing point in the  polished egg-shape of the mirrored mask also worn by the brass man who toiled mechanically--tirelessly--up the slope of the notch below the peaks and between. A wrap of cowl had fallen back from his featureless head and his heavy hands gleamed in what might have been brass gauntlets. His brass feet were strapped into iron-thorned crampons without benefit of boots. The spikes bit into the smooth ice of a river made into rock by the cold.

A hawser thick as a woman's wrist draped over the brass man's shoulder. It stretched behind him on a weighty arc, reaching back to the curved bow of a strange ship: square-rigged, boasting a lofty reptilian figurehead gallantly painted in red and gold--but resting on two curved, ice-encased runners that bore it over the surface of the stone-hard river as if glass slid oiled on glass. A pilot stood on the little platform at the back of the bowsprit, peering up at the slopes above through a glass. Though it was early in the winter for avalanches, it was never too early for care.

Behind that ship was another....

Apr. 12th, 2015

spies mfu facepalm napoleon

russian roulette is not the same without a gun

Science fiction is a really big tent.

Hell, not all of science fiction is even science fiction. Some of it is fantasy, or magic realism, or space opera, or...

There have, in fact, been fandom wars fought over the definition of what, exactly, science fiction is. That second "F" in Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America was only added in much later years. (1992, per Ellen Klages and Michael Capobianco. Thanks both!) It is still unpronounced, and doesn't appear except as a drop shadow in the organization's acronym. (This despite the fact that the early pulps published both indiscriminately, and a number of our forebears wrote both indiscriminately. And I tend to see them as a spectrum, frankly.) But at this point, attempting to exclude fantasy writers from SFWA is a battle only being fought by a last few Hiroo Onodas on their tiny islands, while the world largely carries on unconcerned.

Fandom is a very big tent, too. Large enough for a nearly unlimited number of people. Prodom, too, has room for nearly* everybody. It's a big tent, and here's the thing: it's like the opposite of a TARDIS: it's not so much bigger on the inside as capable of infinite expansion.

The fact is, science fiction is not a zero sum game. Fandom is not a zero sum game. Nor is either one a single thing. Fandom is everything from zine fans, still mimeoing away but with better technology now, to anime kids with blue wigs and pleated skirts and world-changing ideas.

Prodom is also not a single thing. It's everything from the folks peddling their ideas in Hollywood, to the ones self-pubbing their first successful book on Amazon.

The Venn diagram between pro and fan is also largely overlapping, by the way. "Pro" is a smaller purple circle inside the big blue circle we name "fan." There may be a sliver sticking out that's red, but then again, that might be an optical illusion.

Both also need to make room for and include people of every demographic that are interested in being pros and fans.

Which, it turns out, isn't that hard. (I myself consider a number of writers who hold very different political views than myself friends, literary idols, and/or role models. I'm thinking of writers such as Steven Brust, Nora Jemisin, John Barnes, Tim Powers, Robert Silverberg**. I don't agree with all of their ideas, but man, I respect and admire every one of 'em. (Steve is my oldest friend in genre, somebody I love very dearly indeed, and you should see the two of us go at it.)

Hell, I don't always agree with my boyfriend on politics.

And that's okay! Because this is not a zero-sum game! The tent gets bigger! And the best part about the tent getting bigger is that that embiggening creates more opportunities for different kinds of fiction, for different kinds of fandom, for different kinds of ideas. For better arguments.

Diversity is good for us, people. The bigger and more diverse fandom is, the more markets for different ideas there are, the more markets there are. We're not actually in competition here, because the more good SFF there is, the more there can be.

That is, as long as we all play fair. And fight fair, for that matter. There's healthy communication and there's abusive communication, and I think it's good that we've started drawing some strong lines between the two. We need to draw more*.

The point is, we make our own market by reaching readers and not sucking. Those readers make more readers. Many readers support a robust and somewhat tumultuous discourse. This is how it works.

Rather than fighting over scraps, we need to be reaching out for the banquet.

It may sometimes be uncomfortable, because a diverse group is more challenging in discourse than a homogeneous one, but that's not bad.  





*Not having an Office of Asshole Removal, as previously mentioned, we can't actually get rid of some of the worst offenders. But we do have a social practice to rely on--a pretty effective one, known as "shunning." We sure as hell don't have to offer them aid and comfort, or take their advice. Let 'em set up their soapboxes in the park, as grrm wisely says, and preach it to the wind.

**The astute will notice that there is more than one end of the political spectrum represented here.

Apr. 6th, 2015

bad girls firefighters

the reason most folk songs are so atrocious is that they were written by the people

There are a number of proposals being brainstormed in the various fandom internets (remember: anarchy--lots of people working and talking in tandem) towards amending the Hugo voting procedures to prevent slate voting from completely dominating the award. I don't think any of them are particularly workable***. One of them, the idea of presenting an opposing state, is not just an awkward kludge, but a radically bad idea for a number of reasons, not the least of it being that it's still unethical to game the system even when people I like are gaming it.

But there are more practical reasons to avoid slates. One is that when you create a slate you participate in shutting out the popular voice and the emergent story. You're turning the Hugo Awards into an echo of American two-party politics, completely divorced from the actual desires of the electorate and creating a "less of two evils" approach that will be even more effective at removing any actual value from the shortlist than a single slate does.

And then the next thing you know, everybody is making slates, and I'm pretty sure you can see the non-constructive anarchy that results, and as the apocryphal said, "Fuck that noise."

So I reiterate: I will never participate in a slate, and I will never vote for a work that is nominated as a result of a slate. Slates are a wrecking tool, and I don't see how they can be used in a constructive fashion. The Hugo Awards are designed to be a consensus process. It's why they use Instant Runoff Voting rather than first-past-the-post.

See kevin_standlee, one of the more experienced Hugo administrators around, for details on how the process works to prevent abuse here. The Hugos are designed to take the five (or four, or six) most popular candidates and choose the least generally disliked among them.

Maybe we should change the award name to "Least Generally Disliked Novel," but that's neither here nor there.

I have a more basic reason for feeling that twiddling with the Hugo system is a patch at best. And it's this: as a tabletop gamer and game-master of 32 years, I can tell you that the munchkins and the min-maxxers will always be with us, and attempts to build an ungameable system actually result in more gaming of it. They also result in the social normalization of gaming, because what you wind up with is systems that are so complex that only people really dedicated to min-maxxing them can get functionality out of them at all.

What does work to prevent gaming the systems?

Community standards.

I've said for years that if anybody wanted to spend $4000, and were clever about it, they could have a Hugo award. Less, in certain categories. It's been tried. (I refer you to Peter Nicholls' cogent writeup of the New Era Publications/Black Genesis Hugo-fixing conspiracy* of 1987. That was not the first time.)

Why don't we all do it?

I have four Hugo awards. Two are for fiction; two are for fan work.

I actually did pay for one of them, the 2013 Best Fancast Hugo, because Lonecon (the San Antonio Worldcon) could not afford bases for all the winners, so several of us shelled out of pocket after we learned we'd won because the award meant that much to us.

A Hugo award isn't cheap, by the way.

But it cost me considerably less than $4000.**

There are people in this world who make a very fine living from their novels who would love a Best Novel Hugo. Some of them could buy and sell my entire family. Some of them are smart enough to get away with it, unlike New Era Publications.

Hell, I'd like to win a Best Novel Hugo one day. I know for a fact that scott_lynch would.

So why don't they do it? Why don't I do it?

Because for the award to mean something, it has to be earned. It has to mean the respect and the admiration of our fellow fans****. *****

Hugos don't come with any money. (Many other major genre awards, such as the Tiptree and the Dick, do come with a nice check.) They don't really boost your sales. (A Best Novel Hugo will sell a few more copies of that particular book, and they can certainly get some translation action going over the long term.)

So why do we treasure them?

We treasure them (and I treasure my fanac Hugos as much as my fiction Hugos) because they mean that fandom noticed we did something pretty damned okay. They're a shiny gold star, and they're peer-awarded. It's a big deal.

I'd hate to think I'd been awarded that shiny gold star not because of the merits of my own work, but because somebody twisted arms to get it for me.

But when we try to game the system through slates (which are a form of minmax, oh yes), we violate community standards and we also create the twin unethical situations of depriving others of their voice (in the sense of having their votes count) and their just rewards (in the sense of having votes for them counted).

I consider slate balloting to be a form of theft, albeit one that's within the rules******.

So. How does the gaming community respond to munchkins?

Well, we make fun of them. We refuse to play with them. We refuse to share our resources with them. We volunteer to do jobs that the lazy bastards who want to game the system are too lazy to do, and thereby we enter the conversation of the community. We make ourselves useful. We join the Worldcon and we vote and do work to support that community in the long run.

(The Worldcon is a community, by the way. There's a reason you buy memberships to a Worldcon-or any fan con--and not "tickets." You're not paying for the privilege of attending an entertainment or to vote in an award: you are paying to support a community. A Worldcon membership is dues, not admission.)

Human society works in general because it's useful, and because it has been useful in the past. There are those who take advantage of the general good-will of others, and our societal defense against those people is to deny them the benefits of association with the rest of us.

Shunning, mockery, and volunteerism are also well-established strategies for dealing with troublemakers in any situation that is mostly governed by consensus, be it a tribe, a family, or a fandom. Or a gang of kids in the local park. I believe that in the long run, fandom and the Hugos will come out of this fine.

Or at least as fine as we always are, complete with moon men and obstructionists and contrarians galore.



*Actual conspiracy, not hyperbole conspiracy

**Hundreds for bases, not one red cent for votes.

***Some disenfranchise long-term voters (no); some are overly complex or just as open to concerted gaming as the current system.

****Or at least that you're the least-disliked of the best.

*****Now, minmax and munchkining are not against the rules. If they were against the rules, the Hugo Committee could take action to remove the cheaters from the ballot. The entire goal of minmaxxing is to get away with exactly as much as the rules permit.

******What is permitted and what is ethical do not always intersect. This is why we have judges.

Apr. 5th, 2015

criminal minds garcia plan b

i spent all day yesterday waiting at a red light

Here's a thing about science fiction fandom that a lot of people who are new to the community may miss, SF prodom is an industry, yes--it's a group of interrelated sole proprietors and corporations and nonprofits all working in the same word mines.

I'm an entrepreneur. I'm a small business, in point of fact.

But I'm also a fan. And fandom intersects with prodom on a thousand different levels, not the least of which is that most SF pros are also SF fans.

And SF Fandom is a functioning, self-sustaining, multi-generational anarchy.

There is no central governing body. There is no system of government. There is no set of checks and balances, no higher authority to whom we can appeal when something hinky is going on, if it's an abusive fan, an unethical writer, or an editor who engages in harassment.

We are it. Fandom. And fandom is you and me and that guy over there who is horrible to everybody.

Fandom is an emergent property of a large group of fans. Nobody planned it. Nobody guided it. It just happened.

And it happened--and continues to happen--in large part because a whole fuckload of people decided to serve it. Not exploit it. Not attempt to co-opt it. But to serve it, with things like fanzines and Fan Funds and fan-run conventions (which are entirely staffed by volunteers, by the way, and the pros who attend them are generally not paid. If we are guests, we may get a per diem for food, a hotel room, and our travel covered. We may get a membership comped if we do program even if we're not guests of the convention, but in those cases we're paying our own expenses to be there. That's it. For a general loss of about a week's working time, and remember--nobody pays us if we don't work.).

They also serve it with the Worldcon, and with the World Science Fiction Society's Hugo Awards. Which are (again) administrated by volunteers. There's no glory in administrating awards, and a huge pile of backbreaking and thankless labor, and often a great deal of annoyance and wank and farmed or native drama.

Fandom happens because people take care of it, nurture it, and make it a fun place for people to be. Preferably, an inclusive place. If anything, we often err too far on the side of putting up with assholes, because we're bad at excluding people.

There are plenty of people in fandom who I think are jerks, idiots, pains in the ass, complete eye-rolling cramps, and/or moon men. Some of those people do valuable work for the community, even while I'm facepalming over their opinions.

All of them got into it the same way I did--by being volunteered or (as is very common) voluntold.

These people refer to themselves as SMoFs as a joke, you understand. Jobs often get done in haphazard ass-backward ways because they are done by anybody willing, and often on limited time, in the cracks of a busy life, and with little or no funding.

Some people in the community do not contribute in any meaningful way. But its awfully hard to actually run those people off, because we are--as I mentioned above--an anarchy. Fandom has no Office of Asshole Removal*.

Nobody is in charge, is what I'm saying. Fandom therefore demands both patience and personal responsibility of us all.

What we do have, though, are antibodies. We have ways of spreading information, and dealing with problems, and we have very long institutional memories. We have an understanding that any scalpel can also be used as a knife, and so--even though we make mistakes, and a lot of them, we tend to be self-correcting in the long run.

This is not the first time All Fandom Has Been Plunged Into War. It will not be the last.

But it's also not going to break fandom.

Because the great thing about anarchies is that they are very resilient, and they are also very good at establishing customs of the tribe, which is pretty much how anarchic, egalitarian, tribal societies usually organize themselves.

There's a new custom circulating in my tribe, and I think it's a good one, so I will be adopting it.

I have not in the past and I will not in the future participate in any popular award voting slate, public or private. I will not vote for any story or person or institution that is nominated for a popular award after agreeing to be on such a slate.

I believe that slate-voting is unethical and perverts the purpose of the awards--and disadvantages almost everyone, quite frankly--and I am personally invested in making sure my fandom does not decay into a series of cage matches.

That is the ethical decision I am making for myself.

I have no problem with recommendations, with Hugo discussion, with eligibility lists, with people saying "I think this is my best work last year and if you are nominating and care to read it, it's available here." (I do not particularly like the "I will send a copy to any nominator who wants one," practice, but I don't think it's unethical, just cheap.)

I have, however, a big problem with the party lever. Because I'm not much of one for parties at all.

There are some friends of mine on the Sad Puppies slate, and some people who I consider very good at their jobs. I'll be leaving them off the ballot, not merely placing them under "No Award."

Because this is how fandom's antibodies work. We each make a personal decision what we will and won't participate in, and then we stick to it.

At least the Hugo voting will be easy and fast this year**.

It usually takes me weeks to make my decisions. 



*(And in those cases where there is an organization with an Office of Asshole Removal (or, as some people call it, an H. R. Department, or a con grievance committee) that's often even more thankless work--because H.R. Departments and volunteer organizations move at the speed of Lawsuit Prevention, not the speed of the Court of the Internets.)

**Someday we'll have the 2014 Retro Hugos, though, and I'm going to be chewing my pencil over that.

Replies are turned off because I am a busy woman, and there are plenty of well-curated places to discuss the issues.

Mar. 26th, 2015

writing eternal sky gage

i got a black limousine and about thirty-seven criminals



I’ll be teaching a workshop on characterization at the Connecticut Authors and Publisher’s Association conference on May 9th. Registration is here.

Mar. 25th, 2015

loose tea for loose women

and tore clean through it

Official publication date for An Apprentice to Elves:13 October 2015.

Boom.

Mar. 24th, 2015

ascii frog by Jean Seok

even a hero takes a bullet in the chest

Hi, guys! Long time no blog.

Tucson Festival of Books was great, and was followed by a whirlwind tour of the Southwest. Now I'm back in Wisconsin at scott_lynch's place, and happy to be here. Still have three appearances in the forthcoming two weeks, though--one is a teaching gig, and then we'll be appearing THIS SATURDAY MARCH 28th at Northern Illinois University (both of us) for a fireside chat, book signing, and schmooze. (Information here.) Then we'll be at Minicon next weekend.

After that I run back to Massachusetts, where I will be teaching a Writer's Digest online symposium (watch this space for more details!) and a session at CAPA-U in Hartford, CT.

And getting started with serious work on The Stone in the Skull.

In response to those who asked, I've set up a Patreon page. It's basically an ongoing kickstarter, where you can help support my writing and my tea addiction. There are some pretty cool perks, I think.

Mar. 11th, 2015

muppetology floyd pepper groovy

we can drive all night, stop in a field

I saw grass today. And took the dog for a walk without my coat.

Now I have to pack for Tucson, Wisconsin, Minneapolis, and Illinois. So, yeah. Layers.

Whee!

Mar. 10th, 2015

sf doctor FANtastic!

honey, you'll never believe what happened to me today!

Just sent "Margin for Survival" back to editors, and now I'm setting in for a day of awards jury reading. Tonight, though, I will be over at r/Fantasy answering ALL YOUR QUESTIONS. You can go ask them here!

This weekend, I'll be at the Tucson Festival of Books, talking about books! With people like Sam Sykes, Gail Carriger, and that boy I like.. among others!

In the meantime, here's a photo of a dog who's just discovered that I have leftover pot roast for lunch:

Mar. 7th, 2015

bear by san

all i'm saying: it takes a lot to love you.

In addition to writing 500 words of the wrong story this morning, I spent the afternoon drinking Opa Opa's Winter Warmer and playing Fiasco with some people I've known since we were in grade school. And it was awesome.

Life gives you little gifts, you know?
bad girls marlene make my day

of course, who wants to read about the failures? i certainly don’t.

My brain is steadfastly giving me pieces of the wrong stories. They're good stories. Just not the ones I should be writing. And not big pieces either.

A lot of them are stories I've been poking at for years. I wish my brain would finish them.

Hear that, Brain?



So now, the First Lines Meme. The idea here is that I can list these unfinished stories by their first lines, and then they will maybe get written. And I can go back and look at them later and see that I finished some!

Smile:
Pewter scraped across the black wave-caps of the Atlantic on the morning Carl Hughes learned how his lover had died.

Flush:
"The universe will always need plumbers," Henry said, up to her armpit in the toilet. "At least until the Big Rip. Or the Rapture, whichever happens first."

A Time to Reap:
I paused in the wings stage left, in air thick with the smell of dust, imagining the applause.

On Safari in R'lyeh and Carcosa with Gun and Camera:
"We wouldn’t be having this conversation if you'd flunked Algebra, Griswold," Roberts said, racking another shell into his hunting rifle and peering over our flimsy barricade to see if the monstrous creatures beyond were preparing for another assault.

Angel Maker:
You'd think I'd have gotten out of the adventuring business, is all.

Ancestral Night:
[No first line yet.]

The Stone in the Skull :
The mountain wore a mirrored mask.

Steel:
Johnny Backus was a daywalker. Johnny Backus was a vampire. Johnny Backus was a friend of mine.

Posthumous Jonson:
I loved you not.

Periastron:
There are no unremarkable worlds.

Gallowglas:
As the innate perversity of the universe would have it, Officer Jericho was up to her elbows in the guts of a roasted pumpkin as big as her chest when her pager shrilled.

Patience and Fortitude
Nothing made Matthew hate himself more than waiting for the elevator.

Mar. 5th, 2015

masturbation

the older the grape, the sweeter the wine. the sweeter the wine.

(part of "stuff that actually works: an occasional series.")

So I have never really been much of a fan of dresses, except for dressing up and looking pretty. I have always had more-femme friends who loved them, extolled their comforts and virtues, and yet to me they were binding and weird and pinchy and thigh chafe or even worse, pantyhose, and if they were loose enough to be comfortable across the chest and shoulders, they looked like horrible sacks everywhere else.

Somehow I figured out the running-shorts-under-skirts hack, which I wish I'd known decades ago, though I guess spandex running shorts weren't really a thing decades ago. And leggings came back into style. Wonderful, cuddly leggings.

And then I found out about these guys. (They also make fabulous shirts. Check out the sale section for the winter stuff, as it's not linked on the main dress page. Well, they're not web designers. Also, their stuff runs slightly big. As in, I can wear a medium at 5'8" and ~200 pounds, size 12-14, and a large is roomy.) And these guys. (who also make wonderful pants. The Kendra everything is fabulous--very light summerweight stretch technical fabric with POCKETS. I can climb and do yoga in these pants, and still look fine for the grocery store. The Mova pants are now my preferred air travel wear: imagine yoga pants tailored to look like real clothes, with pockets.)

I've become an old lady in stretch pants and it's wonderful.

Sadly, neither does plus sizes beyond 18 or so. But if their stuff fits you, their dresses are basically tailored extra-long sweatshirts and t-shirts with lots of room for muscular shoulders and boobs. And mostly A-line or empire-waisted so they don't make me look like a fireplug, but also don't bind around the waist.

It's like flattering pajamas that you can wear in public. Without pants. And still look grown-up enough to go to the bank.

I call this winning.

Pantyhose are still the devil, though.

Mar. 3rd, 2015

writing semicolon

most of the weight he gained was in his eyes



It's Old Venus book day!
Tags:
loose tea for loose women

me and you and a dog named boo

Give us this day our daily Giant Ridiculous Dog.

Mar. 1st, 2015

writing new amsterdam

there ain't no cure for love

I'll be doing a Google Hangout live reading to support the Pixel Project against domestic violence on Saturday at 8:30 pm EST. You can come join us over here.

Also, there's only three days left in this Humble Bundle, which includes a lot of amazing books by amazing people, including my New Amsterdam.

I'm trying to find my ambition to do a little writing this afternoon, but I think the terrifying to-read pile may be winning.

Feb. 27th, 2015

criminal minds elle lucky

oh i believe in yesterday

I'm doing a live reading on Google Hangouts at 8 pm March 7th to support the Pixel Project against domestic violence! You can support it here.

Feb. 25th, 2015

muppetology kermit yay! _ sgreer

the storyteller's magic doesn't lie. to make you laugh. to make you cry.

It's this year's Suvudu Cage Match! And I... may have written one of the round one fights.

Ahem.

Also, New Amsterdam is now part of the current Humble Bundle! This round's charity is Worldbuilders. Pick up a copy and support it (and me) here! DRM free, pay what you want for the basic bundle, and $15 gets you $123 worth of books by authors including Connie Willis, Joe Lansdale, Ted Chiang, Caitlin Kiernan, Tim Powers, K.J. Parker, Cherie Priest, John Scalzi--oh, just go look; it's pretty cool.

Feb. 24th, 2015

spies avengers steed and peel needed

not like that, oh no. not so black and white.

4280 words today, to finish a draft of "En Libres."

An epic fantasy short story revolving around the protagonists's desire to finish their dissertations and collect their Ph.Ds, starring a postgrad centaur alchemist and a postgrad botanical thaumaturge.

Now I get Thai food, as my reward for virtue. And I get to goof off tonight. 

I've already written six pieces of short fiction in 2015, which is as many as I managed in all of 2014.

Maybe something came unstuck?

Also, I'm being funny this year.

Tags:
sf doctor who meant to be?

she said you came and took your stuff away

Old Venus comes out on Tuesday.

Old Venus is not your father's retro-futurism. It's the Venus of the pulps, yes, but imagined as if that Venus--swampy, syrupy, paleolithic--had turned out to be real. Something that the evolved science fiction of today could still sink its teeth into. It's a fun, playful, thoughtful anthology including stories by writers ranging from Tobias S. Buckell to Joe Haldeman.



It's netting great reviews, too. (You can read some of the Usual Suspects at that Barnes and Noble link, and here's Russell Letson's take.)

Seriously, this is awesome and you want it.

And now, to try to screw my sick head on and finish this library story.

Feb. 23rd, 2015

spies sandbaggers sense of occasion

(no subject)

Things accomplished today include being sick; revising the sargasso lighthouse apocalypse story, which is now called "Margin of Survival" and is officially the most depressing thing I have ever written; working on the library story, which is now called "En Libres" and needs two more scenes to be done; and... something. I'm sure I did something. Oh, I swept, which was desperately needed.

Now I'm going to watch last week's Agent Carter and be sick some more. 

I'm tired of being sick now. It can end.

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