January 8th, 2007

writing plot octopus

You can go ahead and get married, and it will probably never happen again.

Progress notes for 8 January 2007, part two.


Well, I woke up with a scene in my head. What was I supposed to do?

New Words:  1,088
Total Words: 15,506
Words for the Year: 12,604
Pages: 77
Deadline: Sometime in June or July, I'm guessing
Reason for stopping: quota, end of scene

...somebody appears to have slashdotted the zokutou word meter. Ahem.

Stimulants:  coooofffeeee, red bean paste stuffed steam buns
Exercise: a long hat bath and a nap. Day off, baby.
Songs mutilated: I am actually not learning any new songs right now. I am trying to master scales and finger picking, and stop fucking up the chord change from G to D.  
Mammalian assistance: Madame is having a lie-in, and has not yet arisen.

Blood & Iron is the Tropism Award "Novel I Was Most Surprised To Love." Tim cracks me up. *loff*

Midori Snyder says nice things about "Orm the Beautiful." Dude. You know, I can never guess which of my stories will work gangbusters for other people, and which ones will just lie there twitching.

Best New Paranormal Romance gets a starred review from Publishers Weekly. Delia, they loved your story.

Today's words Word don't know:   unevolved, raftsman, prosthesiotomy, unengineered, thready,
Darling du Jour: n/a
Mean Things: Perceval's cybernetics appear to have developed a personality. And an agenda of their own.
Tyop du Jour: n/a
Jury-rigging: This nook is so transparently narratively manipulative. Every scene wants to end on a hard beat, and everything is mystery and splody and running like fools. They are both running away and running to, and that is very fun.

There's always one more quirk in the character: Rien is trying very hard to be as gallant as her knight-protector.
Other writing-related work: n/a
Books in progress: Liz Williams, Snake Agent; Phyllis Ann Karr, The Arthurian Companion
The Internet is full of Things: Tate Hallaway on the glamourous life of a full-time writer.
The glamour!: I steamed my buns.

  • Current Music
    The Old '97s, and lots of it. Also, T. Rex. And a Damien Rice earworm that will not die.
  • Tags
david bowie realism _ truepenny

Via Paula Goodlett, where to write if you are eligible for the Campbell:

"I'm making up a list to send in for the John W. Campbell Best New Writer Award voting ballot.

Many writers contact us on their own to be included, but some are not familiar with the award and do not know they are eligible.  If any author's first professionally-published work appeared [...] in either 2005 or 2006, please send me their names so we can give them a chance to be recognized.  (We will contact them before including their names.

The mail goes to:  David Walton and the address is: davidwaltonfiction@gmail.com"

If you are eligible, for the love of Mike, send him an email. It is not too forward. You can tell, because I am a Yankee, and I say so.

Have you noticed that lj has all these moods for whiny and cranky and bitchy and sleepy and tired and so forth, and no "helpful" or "useful" or "diligent" or the like?

MONKEY! Be less self-absorbed, Monkey!
  • Current Music
    Damien Rice - 9 Crimes
bear by san

what slush readers talk about. (or) if we wrote really honest rejection letters...

[15:16] matociquala: Dear Author:
[15:17] matociquala: Thank you for sending us "My Bestest Story," but I'm afraid it's not very good.
[15:17] matociquala: We wish you luck in placing it elsewhere.
[15:17] matociquala: Sincerely, Elizabeth Bear.
[15:17] matociquala: We should do a blog thing on Honest Rejection Letters.
[15:17] leahbobet: heee.
[15:17] leahbobet: We should.
[15:17] matociquala: lemme reject this and we will. *g*
[15:17] leahbobet: Dear Author: condolences on getting stuck in that paper bag.  I wish you luck in writing your way out within the year.
[15:18] hawkwing_lb: hee
[15:18] matociquala: LOL
[15:18] matociquala: Dear Author:
[15:18] matociquala: You write reasonably pretty, but this is dull as stink.
[15:19] hawkwing_lb: ...should you ever have occasion to reject anything of mine, Leah, please, send me that rejection.
[15:19] matociquala: Dear Author: The human body does not do that.
[15:19] leahbobet: Dear Author:  Please to write with both hands on the keyboard.  I see that one creeping down to your waistband.
[15:19] leahbobet: No, I am utterly serious about this.
[15:19] leahbobet: Love, Editor.
[15:19] matociquala: eeeeee
[15:19] hawkwing_lb: :)
[15:19] hawkwing_lb: ick.
[15:19] leahbobet: Dear Author: I watched the Twilight Zone once too.
[15:19] matociquala: Dear Author: That word does not mean what you think it means.
[15:19] matociquala: Love, Bear
[15:19] leahbobet: heeeee.
[15:20] leahbobet: That is for the heroine guy.  *g*
[15:20] matociquala: Dear Author: Your participles are dangling. Please tuck in. Love, Bear.
[15:20] leahbobet: LOL
[15:20] hawkwing_lb: hee
[15:20] leahbobet: Dear Author: When your writers group says they want more exposition about how this works, they lied.
[15:20] matociquala: Leah, in a curious coincidence, winamp gives me the velvet underground, Heroin
[15:21] leahbobet: ...it was totally eavesdropping.
[15:22] matociquala: Dear Author: All your characters are assholes. Also, I am, pretty sure the vampire is going to eat the serial killer at the end. Love, Bear
[15:23] leahbobet: heeee
[15:23] leahbobet: Dear Author: I rejected this after one sentence.  It was all I needed.  Hang your head.
[15:23] leahbobet: And best of luck with the piece elsewhere!  Love, Leah.
[15:23] matociquala: Dear Author: No. Love, Bear
[15:23] tanaise: Dear Author:  I didn't even need to read your story to know it was bad. Love, Me.
[15:24] matociquala: Dear Author: Not just no, but hell no. Love, Bear
[15:24] leahbobet: Dear Author: Considering the list of markets that have taken your fiction, I am afraid that reading this attachment will give me some sort of genital herpes.  Thank you, Leah.
[15:24] matociquala: ow.
[15:24] matociquala: you just made me snarf Dogfish Head Raison D'etre.
[15:24] leahbobet: My genital health is important to me.
[15:24] leahbobet: heee sorry.
[15:24] matociquala: That is some kind of sin.
[15:24] matociquala: *g*
[15:25] matociquala: At least I didn't soak the laptop.
[15:25] matociquala: (that sounds dirty)
[15:25] matociquala: Dear Author: Three pages of italics is too much.
[15:25] matociquala: Love, Bear
[15:26] katallen: (one day the serial killer will eat the vampire)
[15:26] katallen: (what an amazing twist that would be!)
[15:26] hawkwing_lb: (serial vampire killers?)
[15:26] hawkwing_lb: (oh wait, we have those already)
[15:26] leahbobet: Dear Author: I do not need to be educated on your politics.  I imagine if you speak like this to your children, they will grow into serial killer vampires and eat you.  Love, Leah.
[15:26] katallen: ::grins::
[15:26] hawkwing_lb: hee
[15:27] matociquala: Dear Author, I have been rejecting you since 2001, and I'm not seeing any signs of improvement. Please take up knitting.
[15:27] matociquala: Love, Bear
[15:28] matociquala: Dear Author, This one was better!
[15:28] matociquala: No, really!
[15:28] matociquala: Please keep trying.
[15:28] matociquala: Love, and I mean it, Bear
[15:28] tanaise: Dear Author:  Best yet!  But still not saying much.
[15:28] leahbobet: Dear Author:  Pleasepleasepleaseplease stop doing that one little thing so I can give you money already.
[15:28] leahbobet: I have been trying to give you money for years now.
[15:28] matociquala: LOL
[15:28] leahbobet: Please.
[15:28] leahbobet: Love, Leah.
[15:28] matociquala: Oh god.
[15:29] matociquala: Yeah, I have a couple of those.
[15:29] leahbobet: It is with the gnashing of teeth.
[15:29] matociquala: Dear Author: Fix this, and I will buy your story.
[15:29] matociquala: Now go have a nervous breakdown in your blog.
[15:29] matociquala: And put Xs in my name so I can't ego-google it.
[15:29] matociquala: You think.
[15:29] matociquala: Love, Bear
[15:30] katallen: o.o
[15:32] matociquala: Professionalism is dead.
[15:33] matociquala: Dear Author: I feel sorry for your spouse. Love, Bear
[15:33] matociquala: Dear Author, when they said "confessional literature," they were not talking about confessing to mass murder. Love, Bear.
[15:33] leahbobet: *g*
[15:34] katallen: heee
[15:34] matociquala: P.S. I have a restraining order.
[15:34] leahbobet: Dear Author:  I'm sure if you found some undergrads they'd think you were very literary.
[15:35] hawkwing_lb: *protests on behalf of discriminating undergrads everywhere*

[15:52] tanaise: Also, I think we forgot "Perhaps therapy might be more useful than another story about how damaged your family is/made you."
[15:57] matociquala: Celia, and "Dear Author, honestly, all I want is a story that is interesting all the way through. Honest."
criminal minds reid and garcia shit

four lj icon trends that need to go away please

  1. That fucking microtext. You know what I mean: the text that is essentially a broken white line on the image? Just don't.
  2. The supersaturated hand-colored look. It was nice when it was occasional. Now I am tired.
  3. Scriptina. Unless you are using it in a large enough size to read, and preferably to express a sentiment like, oh, "blow me."*
  4. Those heart brushes. OMG, make it stop. You have an icon: we know you like the property.

But. Terrible puns, cryptic fandom references, and lewd suggestions? Eternally golden.

Tomorrow, I have to introduce Emperor Palpatine, or a reasonable approximation thereof. In other news, Dust is a creepy bastard, with the creepy inside, and also creepy. Who remains (or perhaps increases in) creepy when he's musing on his gallantry.

And now I am going to bed.

*yes, yes, writ ironical