January 14th, 2007

bear by san

you're so pretty when you're unfaithful to me

For once it's not me posting the chat transcript:

I was just wondering how it was possible for any book this dark to have a narrative voice as breezy as does this one. And I realized.

My book is a Perky Goth.

I'm doomed.

It has pigtails and stompy boots and in its pocket, a razorblade. It smokes clove cigarettes and tries to look tough, and giggle during Darkwing Duck.

I love this book. It's like a high-school girlfriend.

Progress notes for 14 January 2007


New Words:  763
Total Words: 22622
Words for the Year: 20435
Pages: 110
Deadline: Sometime in June or July, I'm guessing
Reason for stopping: quota

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22,622 / 110,000

Stimulants:  none yet
Exercise:  there might be gym today
Songs mutilated:  I did not get to play yesterday. Alas!
Mammalian assistance: none

mojave_wolf on Blood & Iron

volterra on Carnival 

All right. Because I am a soopergenius, I managed to completely mess up the Romantic Times reviewer's choice list. I didn't realize there were a bunchamo categories and whole peoples I left off the congrats.

So. Here's the REAL list:

Science Fiction Novel:

The Android's Dream, John Scalzi (scalzifeed)
Carnival, Elizabeth Bear (matociquala)
Crystal Rain, Tobias Buckell  (tobiasbuckell)
The Dead Letters, Tom Piccirilli
Sun of Suns, Karl Schroeder
Farthing, Jo Walton (papersky)

Fantasy Novel:

Dawn of Empire. Sam Barone
Sebastien, Anne Bishop
Armageddon's Children, Terry Brooks
Beguilement, Lois McMaster Bujold
His Majesty's Dragon, Naomi Novik (naominovik)
Eyes of Crow, Jeri Smith-Ready
Wolf Who Rules, Wen Spencer (wen_spencer)

Epic Fantasy Novel:

Kushiel's Scion, Jacqueline Carey
The Oracle's Queen, Lynn Flewelling (otterdance)
The Privilege of the Sword, Ellen Kushner (ellen_kushner)
Mistborn, Brandon Sanderson

Modern-Day Fantasy Novel:

Broken, Kelly Armstrong
Widdershins, Charles de Lint
A Fistful of Charms, Kim Harrison
Darkfever, Karen Marie Moning
Working for the Devil, Lilith Saintcrow (lilithsaintcrow)

Nice company.

Today's words Word don't know: 
pillowy, tempeh, dripper, shoulderblade, backflips, guesser,
Darling du Jour: "Don't be silly. No one can see the future." Whatever backflips Perceval's stomach was doing, Mallory ate with unperturbed determination. "I am a very good guesser, though."
Mean Things: poor necromancer. very little chance of getting laid until after the epidemic.
Tyop du Jour: she mad a pad and sat, no loner hungry
Jury-rigging: I thought of something cool as I was falling asleep last night, but by the time I had found a pen, I had forgotten it. WOE!

There's always one more quirk in the character: Mallory grew a personality, or possibly I managed to surgically implant one. It is apparently, "I Am Not Ben Kenobi And Also I Am Using You."
Other writing-related work: I did a phone interview for a Baen's-Universe related podcast. And recorded this other podcast thingy. And the thing for Scalzi. *makes mooscles*
Books in progress: Phyllis Ann Karr, The Arthurian Companion; Susan Perabo, Explaining Death to the Dog
The glamour!: I did the laauuuuuuundry. And folded it, too.

can't sleep books will eat me

This Just In

"Sounding" has been nominated for a BSFA short fiction award. I have not yet seen the whole list. I will not, alas, be in attendance: it's the same weekend as NorWesCon, where the PKD will be awarded, and I can't go to that either, as I am GoH at Penguicon the weekend after.

I Suspect A Cosmic Joke.

Good luck, little story. Mommy is proud. *pats on head and checks buttons are buttoned.*

ETA Niall showed me the complete list. It is here. Congrats, guys!

And, as has been previously mentioned here, my multitalented chromosome donor, stwish, has written a book on neglected American military genius Courtney Hicks Hodges. The only book on Courtney Hicks Hodges.*

It's getting pretty good reviews.

*I did say he was neglected, didn't I?
sf farscape leather

if there were only something between us other than our clothes

Somehow, truepenny and I have started writing a Lovecraftian pirate sizzling raygun space opera. Because of course that is the work we are supposed to be doing.

In other news, soliloquizing villains make great word count.

Pinion told Jacob Dust everything, including his name.

It was a good name, Dust judged, as Dust judged such things. He had never been able to name things himself--he was, after all, in chief a sort of archivist--but as with many archivists, a good irony and good pun delighted him.

Take the name of the world, for example, half of which was half of Dust's own name.
Jacob's Ladder. One thing that was many things, and a name most carefully chosen. Because Jacob's ladder was the ladder angels ascended to reach heaven; and it was also the breaking of sun rays through cloud, planetside (not that Dust had ever seen such, but there were images in his memory); and it was a rope ladder, such as used to ascend into the rigging of a sailing ship; it was a fumbling primitive of body modification that humans had performed upon themselves, when the Exalt were only a dream; it was a toy, an amusement; and in the name of the world, it was a promise and a benediction and an allegory.

Because the Jacob's ladder in the name of the world was all of these things, and none. The ladder these angels must climb was the double helix.

And then they would be God. They, who were splinters of God.

God, who was dead.

And what should be done about it, none of his splinters could agree.

Also, gloating is good exposition.
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bear by san

Walking to Mordor. baksoon.

Chapter ten of "Lucifugous" is now available. In which Sebastien suffers the consequences, and identifies a muderer.


Also, our ice storm is not icing. I am not sure I'm disappointed, though.

And (in things that are all pegkerr's fault) I've signed up for the Éowyn challenge, because my legs are longer than a hobbit's. I'm going to count miles on the ski machine and treadmill, mind you, because I am in New England in January. If we ever get any January.

Really, it should be like the Peregrine Took challenge, because Éowyn had a horse, you know, and didn't start in the Shire.

But he doesn't look as hot in a dress.

In any case.

468 miles to Rivendell!

Yes, I've got too many hobbies.