Manuscript stands at: 102140
Words added: 11704
Hours since commencement: 79
Sustenance: crackers and cheese, almonds, a PJ's chicken burrito with extra cheese, two clementines, an apple, half a cider doughnut, hot cider, chicken, brussels sprouts, acorn squash, brown rice, english muffin, vegetarian refried beans, more cheese, an egg, sun-dried tomatoes. another apple, more almonds, more clementines, more almonds, a brown rice cake with brown sugar, Greek yogurt, hot Kashi cereal, salad caprese, more beans with green chili and cheese, Theo's chocolate with coconut, chicken noodle soup with ginger; toasted acorn squash seeds, Annie's mac and cheese, huevos rancheros with no tortilla. ice cream, hamburger, asparagus, a cranberry flat bread thing with peanut butter and jam, cheese curls
Tea: coffee, jasmine, Upton gen mai cha, mint and green, decaf pumpkin spice, Stash White Christmas blend, more coffee, maple spice; Trader Joe's coconut green; Upton melange de chamonix; Upton cherry bancha; Upton Yamato sencha;
Liquor: a Stormy Holiday, which is a Roman Holiday with some Gosling's rum splashed in. A peach old fashioned I should have used different bourbon in. A Widow's Kiss.
Dancing: in a revolution
Research: freeze thaw cycles
Mean things: "They shall call him brave."
Current project: killing time
Darling: Othinn’s kindness was the kindness of ravens.
Tea today: Upton cherry bancha (which I don't like all that much, honestly--weird, because I tend to like Upton's stuff. It tastes artificial. probably flavored with beaver butts.)
Teacup today: Lovely traditional tapered mug that I bought in Oak Bluffs from SRS-Grunden Pottery. It's very soothing.
Hot damn. I always forget just how amazing the Calexico cover of "Guns of Brixton" is.
100478 / 100000 words. 100% done!
Sadly, I still have the rest of the the calm before the storm and nearly all of the kersplosion to write.
"If I do not finish this book today, I will only have to finish it tomorrow."
"They call it a draft because it's full of holes."
"It's a draft; it can suck."
Manuscript stands at: 100,478
Words added: 6719+3332
Hours since commencement: 56
Sustenance: crackers and cheese, almonds, a PJ's chicken burrito with extra cheese, two clementines, an apple, half a cider doughnut, hot cider, chicken, brussels sprouts, acorn squash, brown rice, english muffin, vegetarian refried beans, more cheese, an egg, sun-dried tomatoes. another apple, more almonds, more clementines, more almonds, a brown rice cake with brown sugar, Greek yogurt, hot Kashi cereal, salad caprese, more beans with green chili and cheese, Theo's chocolate with coconut, chicken noodle soup with ginger; toasted acorn squash seeds,
Tea: coffee, jasmine, Upton gen mai cha, mint and green, decaf pumpkin spice, Stash White Christmas blend, more coffee, maple spice; Trader Joe's coconut green; Upton melange de chamonix;
Liquor: a Stormy Holiday, which is a Roman Holiday with some Gosling's rum splashed in.
Dancing: at the end of a gun
Research: roast beef recipes
Mean things: waking up cold
Current project: tearful partings
Well, so far today I've started soup, answered some email, made some green chili that came out spicier than planned but was awfully good on beans for lunch, eaten two meals of real food, and... I'm sure I did something else. Listened to two episodes of Welcome To Night Vale.
Somehow, that all took five hours. No, I don't know either.
Now, however, I bring you Indicators & Warnings with a reaction to Hieroglyph, and my story "Covenant", and also some interviewing of me!
And now some words must happen. Ish. If I hit 100K tonight, I get a cocktail and some How to Get Away With Murder, which is terrible and I can't stop watching it. And hey, Viola Davis, such wow.
Tea today: Trader Joe's coconut green
Teacup today: Grace preppie roses
Dog: It's chicken soup day! It's the best day!
Manuscript stands at: 97,164
Words added: 6719
Hours since commencement: 27:53
Sustenance: crackers and cheese, almonds, a PJ's chicken burrito with extra cheese, two clementines, an apple, half a cider doughnut, hot cider, chicken, brussels sprouts, acorn squash, brown rice, english muffin, vegetarian refried beans, more cheese, an egg, sun-dried tomatoes. another apple, more almonds, more clementines
Tea: coffee, jasmine, Upton gen mai cha, mint and green, decaf pumpkin spice, Stash White Christmas blend, more coffee, maple spice
Liquor: a Stormy Holiday, which is a Roman Holiday with some Gosling's rum splashed in.
Dancing: in the ruins
Distractions: Cover art! Reviews!
Research: the Oresund
Mean things: existential threats
Current project: Viking physics and meteorology
The Kirkus review for Karen Memory is in, and they loved it enough to make my name a terrible pun.
Steampunk: Something of a new venture for Bear, whose previous output (Steles of the Sky, 2014, etc.) has ranged from heroic fantasy to science fiction, often with an embedded murder mystery.
By the late 19th century, airships ply the trade and passenger routes, optimistic miners head in droves for the Alaskan gold fields, and steam-powered robots invented by licensed Mad Scientists do much of the heavy (and sometimes delicate) work. In Rapid City on the U.S. northwest coast, Madame Damnable operates the Hôtel Mon Cherie, a high-class bordello, paying a hefty “sewing machine tax” for the privilege. Here, orphaned horse-breaker and narrator Karen Memery (Bear doesn’t tell us why the book’s title is spelled differently) works among similarly lively, engaging and resourceful girls. One night, Priya, a malnourished but tough young woman, arrives at the door carrying the badly wounded Merry Lee, who escaped from one of the grim brothels operated by brutal gangster Peter Bantle and has since made a career of rescuing other indentured girls from Bantle’s clutches. Madame Damnable’s steam-powered mechanical surgeon saves Merry’s life—but not before Bantle himself shows up, wearing, Karen notes, a peculiar glove that somehow can compel others to obey his commands. Worse, the following night the girls discover the body of a murdered prostitute nearby. U.S. Deputy Marshal Bass Reeves arrives with his Comanche sidekick, Tomoatooah; they’re tracking a serial killer who seems to have made his way to Rapid City. The story swiftly knots itself into steampunk-ishly surreal complications, with dauntless (and, by this point, love-stricken) Karen in the thick of the action.
Supplies all the Bear necessities: strong female characters, existential threats, intriguing developments and a touch of the light fantastic.
Manuscript stands at: 95,042
Words added: 4597
Hours since commencement: 9:55
Sustenance: crackers and cheese, almonds, a PJ's chicken burrito with extra cheese, two clementines, an apple, half a cider doughnut, hot cider, chicken, brussels sprouts, acorn squash, brown rice, english muffin
Tea: coffee, jasmine, gen mai cha, mint and green
Liquor: a Stormy Holiday, which is a Roman Holiday with some Gosling's rum splashed in.
Dancing: white woman's overbite
Distractions: dinner break
Research: axial tilt
Mean things: freezing mud and lots of it
Current project: bad news from the front
Well, it's been a really long time since I liveblogged finishing a novel, isn't it? Well, I guess that means it's time.
An Apprentice to Elves Metrics, 19 November 2014
Manuscript stands at: 92,692
Words added: 2243
Hours since commencement: 5:22
Sustenance: crackers and cheese, almonds, a PJ's chicken burrito with extra cheese, two clementines, an apple, half a cider doughnut, hot cider
Tea: coffee, jasmine, gen mai cha, mint and green
Liquor: a Stormy Holiday, which is a Roman Holiday with some Gosling's rum splashed in.
Dancing: in my seat
Distractions: Karen Memory cover reveal, family member brought home a new car
Research: what's that word anyway? Oh right, merlons.
Mean things: holmgang, killed something. Not necessarily in that order.
Current project: grief.
With extra feeling this year. It was a war to end all wars.
“I will come to a time in my backwards trip when November eleventh, accidentally my birthday, was a sacred day called Armistice Day. When I was a boy, all the people of all the nations which had fought in the First World War were silent during the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour of Armistice Day, which was the eleventh day of the eleventh month.
“It was during that minute in nineteen hundred and eighteen, that millions upon millions of human beings stopped butchering one and another. I have talked to old men who were on battlefields during that minute. They have told me in one way or another that the sudden silence was the voice of God. So we still have among us some men who can remember when God spoke clearly to mankind.
“Armistice Day has become Veterans’ Day. Armistice Day was sacred. Veterans’ Day is not.
“So I will throw Veterans’ Day over my shoulder. Armistice Day I will keep. I don’t want to throw away any sacred things.
“What else is sacred? Oh, Romeo and Juliet, for instance.
“And all music is.”
--Breakfast of Champions, Kurt Vonnegut, 1973
The following is an open letter to my friends and colleagues who are established members of the science fiction and fantasy community.
It's easy to lose control of a narrative. It's a little bit harder but not all that difficult, if you have the skills for it, to seize control. To construct a convincing narrative--whether that narrative happens to be true or not--and manipulate your audience into investing in it--into believing it--whether that narrative happens to be true or not.
It's not even that much harder to create so much social pressure, to engage in so much goal-post shifting, that the very target of your narrative begins to believe it herself. This is one of the ways in which sick systems work: we impose a narrative on someone else, and then force them to conform to it.
When one individual does this to another, we call it emotional abuse.
Isn't it curious how often someone who is attacked by the wielder of an abusive narrative is held accountable for everything they may have ever done or said--whether in anger, or in their cups, or just in a moment of carelessness? Editing blog posts, taking down twitter feeds or websites, scrubbing the past, apologizing--all of these are cause for redoubled vituperation. Anything the victim says can be spun, questioned, deconstructed using opaque logic to create any sort of hammer the abuser wishes to swing.
And yet, there are abusers who consider their own right to edit to the narrative sacrosanct. What is past is past; what is true today is only true so long as it facilitates the abuser's narrative. The goalpost shifts and the gaslight flickers.
On the internet, we call those people trolls, but--colorful as it is--the word is a euphemism. What we are really talking about here is predators. Abusers.
Whether they're in it "for the lulz" or for the social capital, they're there to exert power and cruelty over people. They're there to justify their own existence by making others pay for theirs.
To an abuser, motive--which normal people who are not writers call, "What I actually meant, not what you are twisting my words to mean."--does not matter. All that matters is that the abuser finds a way to control the narrative, to control and hurt the victim, and to "win" the engagement. Winning, in this case, means the other guy experiences pain. And then gives up, gives in, lets the abuser have their own way.
It saddens me deeply that some people within communities I consider essential to the health of my industry and my social group (they're largely the same thing, that being how both publishing and the internet work) use those communities as camouflage to hide abuse, as springboards to facilitate it, and as cheering sections, god help us all, to reward them for their most violent behaviors.
You can often spot them because, instead of going after people with a great deal of social capital and perceived strength, they go after those who are marginalized, young, at the cusp of their professional careers, or struggling with a setback. They go after people who would seem natural allies, who would trust them, who would take their violence much more personally than somebody who actually despises them or to whom their opinion means nothing.
These predators gaslight; they reversion the truth; they have an explanation for everything. And all of it piles up to make you feel as if you've lost your grip on reality. As if nothing you perceived was the truth. You think their narrative doesn't make sense, but other people buy it, and because memory is fallible, you start to buy it too.
They're not there to teach, to elevate, to change the system. On some level, they don't want the system changed--because if it were, where would they go to get their kicks?
You can see 'em leading the pitchfork-wielding mobs in Gamergate. And right now, you can see 'em attacking a group of predominately new, predominately less-established, predominately female, predominately brown members of the science fiction and fantasy community.
I am not saying that internet social justice work is inherently abusive. I've engaged in a certain amount of internet social justice work myself. I'm not saying that it's wrong to confront people, or to be angry about injustice.
I'm pretty angry about a repeated pattern of injustices myself right now. And I'm sad. And I want the abuses to stop. I've been holding my peace to allow the victims to come forward and make their own statements, because I believe it is my place to speak out in support of them, not to influence what they might say.
That has begun to happen.
That is why I am going to directly address the actions of three colleagues who, to my knowledge and from firsthand accounts, have been colluding to behave in an abusive, unprofessional, gaslighting fashion against vulnerable people.
I have considered Alex Dally MacFarlane a friendly acquaintance and a respected colleague, and I am most upset to learn of her part in bullying Rochita Loenen-Ruiz and others. (Among other things, she's released private emails between Tricia Sullivan and RH/Bee without Tricia's permission.) I'm saddened, and I'm tempted to defend her; we've been internet acquaintances for years. And yet, I must choose to believe the victims.
Tori Truslow I met for the first time this summer in London and exchanged a few words in passing. Benjanun Sriduangkaew (Bee) I have never met, but I knew of her as a friend of a friend and somebody whose work I'd encountered and thought well-written but as yet unformed. We participated in an online round-table on food and SF together.
Requires Hate never got a lot of consideration from me. I don't think she ever came after me personally, and while I knew she was awful to a number of friends, well, sometimes people are awful to writers. I will totally cop to having made fun of her as a sad little troll on more than one occasion, but my general attitude was "haters gonna hate."
I knew she was an abusive person. I didn't know how abusive, or how long it had gone on, or in how many forums. I didn't know how many people she made complicit in her abuse, or tried to. I didn't know about the chilling effect her abuse has had on the art and discourse of women and people of color, of whole communities. And I certainly didn't know about her association with Alex and Tori, and this summer when the rumors started flying about Bee I was one of the people who defended her, because the evidence presented at that time basically amounted to, "They're both Thai and both activists."
I thought it was racist and ridiculous.
I was wrong.
I also happened to speak with several friends, about half of them women of color, at Loncon and 9 Worlds who each independently told me that they had had a miserable summer. None of them mentioned why. I had been traveling and largely off the internets since May, and I did not make the connection that they had been having the same miserable summer for the same reasons.
I was wrong about that, too.
I am not an expert on the subject but I certainly believe, from reading Bee/Rh's work and from talking with people who are experts on the subject, that she has an intimate knowledge of Asian cultures and certainly lives or has lived in Hong Kong and Thailand--or has access to people who have.
I am, however, an expert on the subject of abusive relationships, of abusers, and of drawing boundary lines around them. I know that Benjanun Sriduangkaew is a pseudonym. Why should we believe that the Bee persona is any more authentic than the Winterfox one?
Can we believe any single thing Bee/RH tells us? Bee's claimed to be in her thirties; now she claims that her RH behavior was teenage malfeasance. She was talking about Tolkien on yuku.com in 2001 under her Winterfox identity, and yet she claimed as Bee that she hadn't read any fantasy before 2011.
She's laid claim in various incarnations to a variety of backgrounds. She works pretty hard to erase her backtrail, but this is the internet and traces remain.
Small inconsistencies are human. Not knowing who the hell you are from day to day is a sign of a constructed persona.
I am curious: has anyone in the community ever met a person who identifies themselves as Winterfox/Requires Hate/Benjanun?
I know it's weird and rare, but this sort of thing does go on. Predators exist. Con artists exist. Abusers exist. People pretend to be other people. Sockpuppets proliferate. They fact that most of us wouldn't actually consider it--or wouldn't do it in a concerted manner with intent to harm--doesn't mean that it doesn't happen.
Bee/RH has moved from internet community to internet community for the past ten years or so, starting fights, preying on people, abusing and threatening and gaslighting people, getting people to confide in her and then using their private confessions of anger to control them. She claims to punch up; what she has really done is grind already marginalized writers and fans into the dirt so she can hop up on their heads and elevate herself a little.
At this point, I think it's an open question whether the individual known as Benjanun Sriduangkaew/Requires Hate/Lesifoere/Pyrofennec/ValseDeLaLune/W
I would not be surprised if "something terrible" happens to "Bee" soon, given the failure of the unconvincing victim narrative she's been attempting to build. Munchausen's By Internet ("pseudocide") is a frequent outcome in cases like this.
Whatever her background, the fact remains that this individual has had a major chilling effect on discussion and promotion of works presenting diversity in our genre.
She's not the victim. She's an abuser.
I know Requires Hate has apologized. I know that the narrative she's spinning is that she was young, that she's changed, that she's seen the error of her ways.
I don't believe her.
They blame others for their actions, too, or claim that they'll change. And that's why I don't believe in these sudden, convenient, alleged "impersonators" who perpetuated her worst abuses. I do believe that people with a pattern of multiple abuse in multiple venues gonna sock, and gonna troll.
I believe that she is a abuser, and a bully, and that she shifts the narrative to protect herself and continue her abuse. I have spoken with a number of people I trust, including women and people of color, and I know for a fact that her bullying and vituperation continued in back channels into the summer of 2014. I know that she has engaged in whispering campaigns including character assassination and false allegations, some of them provided to editors or convention organizers. I know this because Athena Andreadis told me, in specific, and Athena's story is supported by the pattern of events and by conversations I've had with people who were inside Bee's circle of influence.
I know (because the stories of Athena and Rochita and Tricia Sullivan and Rachel Brown and other women who have chosen to remain anonymous match up with evidence still available to anybody with Google and some patience), that definitely Alex and possibly Tori supported this, and that everyone involved did and said some really unprofessional things--to and about other women writers, and to women writers of color, in specific.
I know, because of the sheer number of people who have come forward with substantially similar stories, that the evidence supports the idea that RH/Bee has exhibited a pattern of abuse entirely above and beyond her vituperative reviews, a pattern that continued at least into the summer of 2014 and quite probably to the present day--long beyond when she claimed she had reformed in her apologies.
I can't say what her motive might be, but a couple of obvious options do present themselves. The writers that Requires Hate went after were predominately women, predominately early career or midlisters, predominately women of color. People she might perceive, frankly, as competition. Or as potential allies insufficiently toeing her party line.
She policed their behavior. She told them how to write, and what to think, and what to say about books in reviews. When they did not conform to her demands, she set out to make them miserable or damage their careers. She intimidated marginalized writers into silence--on topics they had every right to speak out about, topics relating to their own identities.
It is worth noting that one of her tactics is to (personally or through intermediaries) attack readers and reviewers to suppress conversation about books of which she does not approve--such as works by Cindy Pon and N.K.Jemisin. It is worth noting that these works are disproportionately by women, people of color, and other marginalized writers. And that these writers were disproportionately early-career or emerging.
Those readers and reviewers must be considered her victims as well. Many of them are likely to have been people of color, given the nature of the communities she damaged. It becomes painfully obvious that her goal was never to support a diversity of voices, but suppress and suborn it.
That speaks to me not of activism but of a desire to police and control through intimidation.
I believe she, Truslow, and MacFarlane are and have been working together as a sort of Mean Girl Posse to control and intimidate others, and that MacFarlane and Truslow are currently playing Bad Cop and letting... I don't even know what to call her... play Sadder But Wiser.
They've never come after me, to the best of my knowledge, so I feel comfortable standing up and saying all of this.
Of course they wouldn't come after me. I wasn't vulnerable to them.
Nick Mamatas (a true chaotic neutral, and one of the internet's great drama farmers) has been positioning his defense--if you can call it that--of RH/Bee as a defense against her inevitable blacklisting.
Let me make it plain: I'm pretty plugged in in this community. The only place I have heard of this alleged blacklist is as a talking point raised by RH/Bee, Nick, and RH/Bee's other defenders. I have certainly heard of one or two people saying, "She was awful to me or someone I care about and I won't work with her." I have even more frequently heard of people telling other people the truth--that Bee is RH and RH is Bee.
Telling the truth about somebody is not blacklist, libel, or slander. Deciding you won't work with somebody is not a blacklist. A blacklist is an organized effort, with threat of consequences, to keep somebody from ever working in this town again.
Sort of like the abusive treatment RH/Bee was leveling against reviewers who reviewed books of which she did not approve, or that she and Alex were bringing to bear against Athena Andreadis for the crime of telling RH/Bee that Athena thought her best course of action was honesty.
It's curious how, again and again, this person levels accusations against others for doing exactly what she herself has done.
Likewise, where's the proof of the alleged doxxing against RH/Bee? The only place I have heard of it is from her and her supporters. A cursory Googling suggests, in fact, that her real name is still not a matter of public record.
So it seems unlikely to me that anybody has released her address and other private information publicly, which is the definition of doxxing.
I am not willing to say she can't reform, but I think a continued long-term pattern of obvious change is necessary before I am willing to trust the apology of a person who has literally lied to everyone about everything for literally thirteen years. Especially as she has apologized before, as Winterfox and as Requires Hate, and it doesn't seem like those stuck.
So let me make it even more plain: I'm not calling for a blacklist of Benjanun Sriduangkaew. I'm not calling for a blacklist (like that would even work in SFF, where we have as a community inherited a kind of weird pride in stubborn idiosyncratic wrongheadedness we call "contrarianism" from our forebears) of Alex Dally MacFarlane, either, or of Tori Truslow.
I believe their work should be published as it merits, and as editors see fit to pay them for it. I believe that they should be eligible for award consideration as they deserve it in the eyes of those who select for awards.
And while I also believe that the community I belong to should know that the person publishing under the pseudonym Benjanun Sriduankaew has behaved in an abusive and predatory fashion, I have no interest in focusing on her--or in centralizing her redemption narrative.
What I would like is for our community to take this opportunity for positive action. I believe that the people Bee/RH has harmed should be given as much support and aid in healing as practicable. I believe that potential future victims should be warned. I believe those who may feel trapped by her should be protected. I believe those whom she has abused should be helped to connect with one another as they desire.
I believe their voices should be listened to, if and when they choose to come forward. I believe that the people who have been silenced by this campaign of bullying should be given as much space to speak as they would like.
I believe that, on an ongoing basis and pursuant to our dawning understanding as a community of the need for harassment policies and a pro-active stance against bullying, we--the established members of the science fiction and fantasy community--need to make safe spaces where people who have been bullied and harassed can come forward and find strength and solace, as well as safety.
I believe we need to respond to this series of events in our community by making more space for marginalized voices, and promoting young writers, women writers, and writers of color.
My concern lies in protecting the vulnerable. We, the established members of the science fiction and fantasy community, owe a debt of care to emerging writers and marginalized voices, and those are the people who have specifically been targeted by this predator. We owe them shelter and consideration. Frankly, we need them more than they need us, because they represent our future as a genre and as a community.
Moreover, we owe it to our emergent writers to create a space where bullies cannot silence them, police their writing and their identity, and make them feel unsafe. I'm not just talking about the RH/Bees of the world here, but the Jim Frenkels as well. We need to let our emergent writers know that the Benjanun Sriduangkaews and Alex MacFarlanes of the industry have no power over their careers--really, functionally, literally no power.
To do this, we need to be willing to shine some light in dark corners and to slap some bright paint around the predators and missing stairs. We need to make space for the voices of those writers and the readers who wish to engage with their work.
To those emergent writers: If you are bullied, harassed, abused, or threatened, there are people in the community who will believe you, and who will stand up for you.
Basically, I believe Requires Hate should be treated the same way we as a community treat Theodore Beale/Vox Day: as a dangerous missing stair whose abuses and bullying should be taken seriously, and not justified by the fact that either or both of them may be covering their pathological behaviors under a veil of ideology.
But I also believe that we can use this opportunity to uplift the marginalized and the victimized, and that is where our future as a community shines.
*Blog comments will be closed. I will not respond to messages regarding Winterwhatever, because she's her own problem now. I don't want to talk to her or about her.
All of my available energy for this subject from this point forward is going to signal boost writers, editors, and readers of diverse backgrounds and diverse books.
A safe, moderated space open to the victims of bullying has been provided at Laura Mixon-Gould’s blog.
Airborne bear! Here I am at the finish line of the St. Paul Monster dash half marathon last weekend.
We anyways look our best in race photos.
October 31-November 2, 2014: ICON: Iowa City, Iowa (Guest of Honor with Scott)
November 14-16, 2014: Windycon: Lombard, Illinois (Guest of Honor with Squeecast)
Tiptree reading and judging
An Apprentice to Elves: Autumn 2014
"Gallowglas": 31 December 2014
story and ap content for Worldspinners: January 31, 2015
The Stone in the Skull: September, 2015
Ancestral Night: February 2016
The Red-Stained Wings: March 2017
White Space #2: August 2017
The Origin of Storms: September 2018
February 13-15: Boskone (Boston MA)
March 13-15: Tucson Festival of Books (Tucson AZ)
April 2-5: Minicon (Minneapolis MN)
May 9: CAPA U Writer's Workshop (Hartford CT)
June 25-28: 4th Street Fantasy (Minneapolis MN)
July 2-6: CONvergence (Minneapolis MN)
August 19-23: Sasquan (2015 Worldcon) (Spokane WA)
October 8-12: NYCC (NY NY)
October 18-24: Viable Paradise Writer's Workshop (Oak Bluffs MA)
November 4-8: World Fantasy Convention (Saratoga Springs NY)
No fixed deadline:
Smile (unless its name is actually Salt Water)
The Poison Tower
Patience and Fortitude
Untitled Gangland Urban Fantasy That Keeps Bugging Me
Untitled Bard troll story
"Tall Ships Go"
"A Time to Reap"
"On Safari in R'lyeh and Carcosa with Gun and Camera" (It finally grew a plot!)
"Persephone Takes the A Train"
For everybody who has emailed me looking for the out-of-print Whiskey and Water in ebook...
We baked you an Urban Fantasy storybundle! Contains a previously unpublished Jim Butcher Harry Dresden collection, along with books by me (Elizabeth Bear), David Farland, Kevin J. Anderson, Vicki Petersson, Carole Nelson Douglas, Michael A. Stackpole, P.N. Elrod, Peter J. Wacks, and Rhiannon Paille.
For StoryBundle, you decide what price you want to pay. For $5 (or more, if you feel generous), you'll get the basic bundle of five books in any eBook format—WORLDWIDE. If you pay $14 (or more, if you feel generous), you'll get the five bonus books as well.
Bundle buyers have a chance to donate a portion of their proceeds to charity. We're currently featuring The Challenger Center,Mighty Writers, and Girls Write Now.
Bundle buyers have a chance to donate a portion of their proceeds to charity. We're currently featuring The Challenger Center, Mighty Writers, and Girls Write Now.
The Urban Fantasy bundle runs for three weeks only. Whiskey and Water is out of print, so this is the only ebook--and the only non-used version--available. Also, Kevin J. Anderson's Working Stiff, Vicki Pettersson's The Reordering, and the Harry Dresden Working for Bigfoot books are not available anywhere else.
And Whiskey and Water features brand new cover art by Jenna Kass.
The initial titles in the bundle (minimum $5 to purchase) are:
Neon Noir by Carole Nelson Douglas
Nightingale by David Farland
Whiskey and Water by Elizabeth Bear
Working Stiff by Kevin J. Anderson
Villains by Rhiannon Paille
If you pay more than the bonus price of just $14, you'll get another five books:
The Reordering by Vicki Pettersson
Tricknomancy by Michael A. Stackpole
Hair of the Wolf by Peter J. Wacks
The Devil You Know by P. N. Elrod
Working for Bigfoot by Jim Butcher
The bundle is available for a very limited time only, via http://www.storybundle.com. It allows easy reading on computers, smartphones, and tablets as well as Kindle, Nook, and other ereaders via file transfer, email, and other methods. You get multiple DRM-free formats (.epub and .mobi) for all books, but after the three weeks are over, the bundle is gone forever
Guess where I went last week?
Karl Schroeder, Kathleen Ann Goonan, Ed Finn, Elizabeth Bear, Kevin Bankston, Kathryn Cramer, Vandana Singh, Ted Chiang, Madeline Ashby, Lee Konstantinou, and Neal Stephenson
We were technically speaking at the Eisenhower building, not the White House proper. But that didn't stop us from grabbing the photo op.
It's a cover reveal and some terrible teasing!
A couple of weeks ago, I had an emergency need for some amazing art, and I naturally emailed my friend Jenna Kass, a NYC-based illustrator. I had in mind licensing an old piece of hers, but she was no longer satisfied with the quality of that work, and so we struck a deal that she'd do me a new painting.
And she did. (She tells the story here. I honestly did not mean to give anyone apoplexy!)
So, dear readers, as some of you have commented, it's currently impossible to get an ebook copy of Whiskey and Water, what with it being out of print and all.
Well, without further ado let me present the new cover for Whiskey and Water.
And because I am a horrible tease, details will follow--soon, I promise!--as to how you can get your very own copy! (Ebook only currently, but we'll see what happens.)