March 28th, 2006

bear by san

ten more things


The one thing that seems to be cropping up most frequently on the "Ten things I have learned (about/from/in avoidance) of writing" thing (which I have stopped linking because, as the song goes "there's too many of us.") is the one about how there will always be somebody more successful than you (that, and blackholly's advice to take off your nametag when you get drunk) and I realized I need to make an addendum to it.

11. No matter how successful you are, it will still drive you. I met a very successful author a year or so ago who joked about being jealous of my then-current Locus review, and another one who made a crack about "Yeah, I keep telling myself, this book has to get one rung higher up the NYT best seller list than the last one did."

These guys were being arch and ironic, and they were trying to teach me something. (Both of them were, in fact, NYT best-sellers. Top ten. No, I won't tell you who.) You can't control that stuff. Nor can you control how readers will respond to the story. What you can control is the words on the page in a measured and consistent fashion.

Well, most of the time.

*piths another horta, going by*


ten things I am mostly ignorant about

  1. number theory
  2. types of Austrian sausage
  3. eighties horror movies
  4. clothing
  5. color theory
  6. the !kung language
  7. network architecture (though I do listen to netcurmudgeon, I swear)
  8. nonfiction publishing
  9. how the heck Marketing goes about picking the cover art
  10. classical sculpture. although truepenny recently told me a heartwarming story about the first female curator at the Met going around with a box of genitals, trying to match them to defaced statues


ten things I, like Clive Barker, don't really know much about--but do know enough to get myself into trouble with:

  1. internal combustion engines
  2. the second world war
  3. the publishing industry
  4. sex
  5. current events
  6. geology
  7. cooking
  8. fanfiction
  9. Zen
  10. archery

  11. *g*
News from the weekend, which nobody has told me I'm not allowed to talk about, so I guess I can mention it. And I am very pleased to: Hammered has been nominated for the Compton Crook Award (the B(altimore)SFS's best first genre novel award) (and may I just say their notification email is unutterably charming? It reads in part: "This award was fist established in 1981 by the Baltimore Science Fiction Society, Inc., in the belief that first novelists in the field and under-reviewed, neglected, and underpaid." Well, I'm not going to argue with that... well, okay, actually I'm really happy with the support my books have gotten, especially as a new kid.)

Pursuant to that, I can also tell you that Hammered has gone back for a fourth printing. Which by my count puts about 40,000 copies in print. Which I probably wasn't supposed to tell you, but hey, yours for transparency in publishing.

And which is, yes, they tell me, really rather good for a first mass-market paperback novel in genre. Yes, 40,000 copies. Is rather good. Four printings. (Somebody over there just fainted. Medic!)

...but what about Dan Brown?! And his billions and billions served? Why is Bear not Wealthy? Where are the Fans?

Well, this is why rezendi makes more money than I do, guys. (Or possibly because he's a better writer.) *g* There are only so many people who will buy that crap with the starships on the cover.

Oh, and Worldwired made the March Locus best seller list. Life is not so bad. And it's a living, after all.

...and now, my hair is filthy and so are my contacts, and the media mining calls.



omgIleavefortheUKin36hours.
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Today is spring
As yesterday was not
And along my walk
Crocuses burst out
Minute polypiform exhortations of joy.
Snowdrops are rioting
And so are the children
And the passers-by half-catch
Your eye to smile.
Except the one lean cool young man
Head down in head phones
Who passes.

Plump and thirty
I am not pretty enough to earn out
His "hi."
Pity.
I'm so much more interesting in the long run
Than his shoes.

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And even if it all went wrong, I'll stand before the lord of song

with nothing on my lips
but Hallelujah


snippet from a conversation from 1995:

matociquala: "So this is the Silly Wizard version of "Wha'll be King but Cherlie," which is a song about Bonnie Prince Charlie, subject of the Jacobite plan to put a child of James II back on the throne of Scotland..."

netcurmudgeon: "So, did they succeed?"

matociquala: "Well, you will note they call him Bonnie Prince Charlie...."

(Charles Edward Louis John Casimir Silvester Maria Stuart. Say that three times fast.)

Progress notes for 28 March 2006:

"Love Among the Talus"

New Words: 3,175 (600 of those from last night)
Total Words: 5505
Pages: 24
Deadline: March 31 
Reason for stopping: DRAFT!
Stimulants: The midpoint of the walk was lunch at Osaka. I had something called a valentine roll. Smelt roe, yellowtail, tuna, salmon, avocado, cucumber in rice paper. A contender for Best Roll Evar, with the caterpillar roll near retrobabble's soon-to-be-old place in the Bay Area, and the Black Widow Roll at Sushi Zen in Las Vegas. Also, huge.
Exercise: walked down to the town center to stop my mail and also for sushi, and back. ~4 miles
Mail: nomail
Today's words Word don't know: untrembling, indrawn, Khatun, armscyes, fletchings, moustached, concubinage, scrofular
Words I'm surprised Word do know: palanquin, morganatic, raiment
Mean Things: Oh, where to begin? The betrayals, the murders, or the incest?
Tyop du jour: fletchings got turned into felchings. Which I caught, thank god. (and half the class just left the building with their hands clapped over their ears and most of the other half are standing around going "huh?" To you, I say, trust me on this one and Don't Google.) (and the other ten of you are like, "But I was just headed over to Bob's--" and I'm cool with that. In theory.)
Darling du jour: "I am not cold," she answered, while the blood froze on the sides of her feet.
Books in progress: ALL YOUR BOOKS ARE BELONG TO US.
Interesting tidbit of the day: n/a
Other writing-related work: I need to do the CEM for "The Cold Blacksmith" tonight, as well.

First short story since some time last fall.

Happy now.

Hmm. Now I have to write the other three.

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The Internet makes it cheap and easy to stalk your friends.

Happy American Book Launch day to naominovik. I would just like to point out, for the record, that she is currently #1, #2, and #4 on my Titlez "Hey! Stalk your friends!" Amazon sales rank watch list. (#2 is the doubly Hugo and !Hugo-nominated scalzi).

And to think I knew her when she was just a bitty baby author.

*snif*

(you good folks at Tor who (mostly, with notable exceptions) lj under the three-letter acronyms are creepy. Creepy, I tell you. Just out of curiosity, what crossroads are you using?)

(which is Bear for "good work, guys.")