May 2nd, 2003

bear by san

Hooray, hooray for the first of May. :-)

And only a day late.

Today is the last day of my mental health week. I'll have to try to get some wordcount tomorrow morning/afternoon before and after the Derby, though--my notecarding is all done, and I think I know how the book goes and I think the arc makes sense. Tomorrow night is dinner with Chris' work friends and then Prom Duty. Eeeeeeeeeee. :-) So no writing will happen then... and tonight is the X-men movie.

I scanned some pictures of my dogs today. I'll post them when I get home and can upload them to my webspace.

What, me dull? You noticed!


In other news, response to Issue 3 of A&A is good so far. It's nice to provide something people seem to like, and buy some good stories. Everybody walks away happy. *Grin.*


Haven't seen my snail mail yet, but so far the rejection embargo continues. Somewhere, the nomailman is cackling, saving up a little pile of those letters to myself to deliver all on one day.

Hmm. Gotta find places to send "One-Eyed Jack & The Suicide King" and "The Train They Call The City." When I figure out how to inject a little more narrative tension into that latter: it's pretty right now, but drifty. Reviewers have been calling it one of the saddest stories they've ever read, though--so who wants a 2.5K sorrowful sociological SF story?

Interesting that a couple of people have assumed it's in the same universe as "Gone To Flowers," "High Iron," Hammered, and Scardown. I never intended it to be, but I suppose if you have a future history sort of thingy going, it makes sense that your regular readers will make a pass at slotting stuff in there.

And that's all the news there is.
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bear by san


I am not a Golden Wavelet Stylemonkey.

I am not New Pulp.

You heard it here first.

This arises from several of my cowriters realizing that we don't seem to have a literary identity in one of the emerging genre style groups: "I'm not New Pulp! I'm not a New Fabulist! I'm not a Stylemonkey!

Woe! Woe unto me who wishes to write lush, boundary-stretching fiction firmly rooted in the genre tradition, not in the remotest slipstreamy, with no regard for whether I'm writing Science Fiction, Fantasy, or Science Fantasy. Woe unto me who wishes to consider the sociological implications of a changing world; who expresses the belief that technology cannot dehumanize us, that SF is a means of speaking not to the future, but to the present; who believes that style is not subordinate to narrative but neither is narrative subordinate to style.

Woe unto me whose themes encompass nature and humanity and technology; who reaches for stories whose impact is emotional, visceral as well as intellectual!

Until today. For now I am no longer a wanderer adrift in search of a literary movement. Now, I am--

I am...


And so is cpolk. And katallen


Well, that was silly.

But accurate, more or less.
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