January 1st, 2005

bear by san

The world keeps you honest.

Last night I rocked the world. Today, I'm derivative but very competent, and maybe a little too smart for my own britches. (Reflection's Edge has a review of Hammered up. )

Well, it's not like I haven't heard that before. And I do really like deconstructing genre; it's true. It's one of the major reasons I'm a genre writer.

I'd say overall it's a positive review, and I really like seeing what my work looks like from the outside. (Dang, she caught on that everything I write is political thrillers disguised as other genres!) Sekritly, narcissism is the reason I write; I like seeing people talk about my brain.

Speaking of which, only three copies of Hammered left at Amazon! (I'm suspending my check-once-a-day-policy until they're gone. It's not like I'm *looking at the sales rank* after all.)

Good writing night last night. Rang in the new year in Yorkshire, Boston, Columbus, Toronto, San Antonio, Illinois, Calgary, Las Vegas and Nome. Which was pretty cool, despite the five-hour gap for the Atlantic. Next year we should make sure to hit Newfoundland and maybe Iceland too.

I also got all the paper edits input to One-Eyed Jack and added a short scene and a bunch of snippets here and there that hopefully made the internal arcs a little clearer. (Nothing like your protag telling you a major fact about his pre-mythic life shortly *after* you finish the book. Thanks, Jack-Jackie. Thank you very much.)

So today, I have one more scene to write, and a bunch of twiddling to do.

I should probably get on that, shouldn't I?
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Since I am a big copycat

and Chance posted a New Year's blessing, I am moved to respond:

May those that love us, love us. And those that don't love us, may God turn their hearts. And if he doesn't turn their hearts, my he turn their ankles, so we'll know them by their limping!

And now I must eat, and work.
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Now it Can be Told:

The very spiffy Karen Junker has invited me to play Guest of Honor at a future Writer's Weekend, tentatively in 2006. (Hey, I've never been to Seattle!) Since it's mentioned at the blog, it seems I can mention it myself, here.

In other news, I finished the second draft of One-Eyed Jack today and sent it off to the beloved first readers. It's currently in the stage of being lo, full of suck. But when the first readers are done shredding it, it can be converted most ruthlessly to a third draft (a massive sentence-level edit at this point, I think, and cutting crappy bits) and then it can go live in arcaedia's guilt pile for a while.

Other things to do this year: once truepenny hits her deadline for the sequel to Melusine, get with her and finish and then rewrite A Companion To Wolves. Also, do a buttload of thinking about Carnival and Whiskey & Water, and possibly write one or both of them. (That'd handle the two-novels-a-year obligation, after all.)

Also, it would be nice to sell The Cobbler's Boy, Blood & Iron, and maybe The Stratford Man. If I were feeling greedy.

I plan to work on short stories until I get a real streak of ambition, though, because I've trunked and/or sold an awful lot this year, and the inventory, as they say, is spare. And also, I am savagely, gloriously, amazingly caught up. And my life is therefor my own, for a while.
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SFRevu has an Ernest Lilley review of Hammered up as well--bit of summary, not much commentary, and certainly no spoilers.

Bear shuttles effortlessly back and forth across time to weave her disparate cast of characters together in a tightly plotted page-turner. The noir universe she creates is as hard-edged as the people who inhabit it. The dialogue and descriptions are suitably spartan, but every one of her characters has their own recognizable voice. It takes no effort at all to imagine Hammered on the big screen.

I probably shouldn't tell anything that the Sigourney St. thing is a happy accident, should I? (Sigourney and Albany Ave is about the roughest neighborhood in Hartford.) Ah well, too late now. I never could keep a secret.

Also, that John Scalzi guy and his book, Old Man's War got some attention too. Whoever he is. ;-) He kinda looks like a big bruiser in the picture; I'd better be nice to him. I hear he starts barfights....

And, because she's too meek to pimp herself, buymeaclue's excellent and lovely and poignant "Under the Bridge" is live at The Chiaroscuro. I critiqued this story in draft. I loff it still.
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