June 25th, 2007

writing one-eyed jack

if they take us, they will burn us.

Part II of the excerpt of One-Eyed Jack & the Suicide King is up at Subterranean.

Part I is here, and as you might expect, flows naturally into part II. Or, you know, just scroll up from part II.

ETA: Right, since there are many many new people... I just got reminded that I should *tell* the new people about the fan community, worldwire, moderated by the lovely hernewshoes, which is where you can go to talk about me behind my back. If you like.

God, I'm mighty.

Accomplished today:
4 loads of laundry sorted (it must wait to be washed until I get quarters)
Floor swept
Dishes washed

Post office
Stuff needing sent out packaged up

Still needing to be done later this week:
Declutter living room
Bank, for quarters
Actually wash that laundry
Go to the post office again
Farmer's market
And whatever else comes up.*

What? Words?** Um.


Look! A Bunny!

*In my CST.***

**Oh, damn, gotta write a hard SF flash story soonish, too, and that book review. After the novel. Finish the novel. Finish the draft, Bear. Finish the draft.

***Copious Spare Time
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what it means to steal, to cheat, to lie; what it means to live and die

Bear's recent cravings for red meat and dark leafy greens are a sign that:

she is premenstrual, out of season
she is about to give birth to the (Anti)christ
she's building lots of useful muscle, despite only just getting back to the gym on Friday after Sycamore Hill
she's becoming a vampire
it's summer and the farmer's market is full of tasty greens
swiss chard ticky
baby spinach ticky
kale ticky
dandelion greens ticky
mustard greens ticky
New York strip steak ticky, with sour cream horseradish sauce
writing carnival

that can wreck a human being and turn him inside out

[14:56] matociquala: Okay, seven different versions of this sentence and finally I have one I like.
[14:56] matociquala: Maybe I can write the scene now.
[14:57] matociquala: (first version: "It is not that the wolf is particularly concerned with dying.")
[14:57] matociquala: (last version: "The threat of death is not what baffles the wolf.")
[14:57] matociquala: You wouldn't think that would take four hours, two snacks, and a trip to the gym, would you?
[14:58] leahbobet: Nah, writing is hard.
[14:58] matociquala: At least it's a better sentence. :-P

In other news, Bragelonne is picking up French translation rights for Carnival. Woot! A few more foreign-rights sals, and I can cut back to two books a year when the current contracts are up.

Or maybe even a book every nine months. Crikey. Luxury. *

In other news, I just got three bottles of Noodler's fountain pen ink from Swisher Pens. Ordered 'em Saturday. These guys kind of rock.

I highly recommend the Green Marine: it is the tourmaline green I have been looking for all my life. A little browner than jade green, but not as olice as pine green or actual Marine Green.

Actually, the color it is? Is rifle green. Almost exactly.**

Good ink is love. And since this damned book, like Carnival, is determined that it wants in large part to be drafted in longhand, pretty ink is nice to have.

The Ottoman Azure is nice, too. Not as nice as the Ottoman Rose, and it could be a bit darker, but I understand on some intellectual level that New England skies are a different color from most other skies, and I can't judge other azures by the azure we have here at home.

*We used to live in a hole in the road....

**Now I just need Sean Bean....***

***Or Jenny.
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Murder your darlings....

[17:15] matociquala: How did I come to write this sentence ?
[17:16] matociquala: The clouds diffused a faint unhealthy luminescence, attributable neither to the day-faded aurora of the Defile nor the light of the occluded sun.
[17:16] tanaise: drugs!
[17:16] stillsostrange: You were reading HPL?
[17:16] matociquala: And I have no idea what to do to unsuck it
[17:16] stillsostrange: While on drugs
[17:16] matociquala: yeah, it is pretty HPL
[17:16] tanaise: post it to your journal, see hjow many people admire it.
[17:16] matociquala: actually, I think the bad word is "attributable."
[17:17] matociquala: and aurora
[17:17] stillsostrange: It's not helping.
[17:17] tanaise: and possibly occluded.
[17:17] matociquala: I kind of like occluded.
[17:17] tanaise: and, heck, most of the rest of them.
[17:17] matociquala: Maybe if it were two sentences.
[17:17] matociquala: The clouds diffused a faint unhealthy luminescence.
[17:18] tanaise: Presumably you liked the whole sentence once, bear.  Your judgement is thus considered suspect. 
[17:18] matociquala: No, I just wrote it.
[17:18] tanaise: what? 
[17:18] tanaise: okay, that's it. 
[17:18] tanaise: you're grounded.
[17:20] matociquala: The clouds she squinted against diffused unhealthy luminescence, which she could blame on neither the day-faded Defile nor the occluded sun.
[17:20] matociquala: That's less awful.
[17:21] hawkwing_lb: less.
[17:21] matociquala: Bitch.
[17:21] matociquala: *g*
[17:21] hawkwing_lb: hey, it's still better than anything I could do :)
[17:21] matociquala: *drowns*
[17:23] hawkwing_lb: I'm kinda allergic to luminescence.
[17:23] hawkwing_lb: Nothing personal :)
[17:23] matociquala: Tough.
[17:23] matociquala: The clouds are glowing.
[17:23] matociquala: Live with it.
[17:23] hawkwing_lb: *gets the anti-hystamines*
[17:23] hawkwing_lb: :)
[17:24] matociquala: *drowns Liz more*
[17:24] matociquala: *kills a few more adjectives*
[17:27] matociquala: Muire squinted against their unhealthy luminescence, glad not to be unprotected beneath that sky.
[17:27] matociquala: Stupid sentence
[17:28] matociquala: I am glad I am not a visual person, because trying to get visual images boiled down into a couple of phrases is nightmarish.
[17:28] stillsostrange: yes
[17:30] matociquala: It's much nicer to write pretty evocative sentences and let the chips fall where they may.

[17:34] matociquala: No respect, I tell you. No respect at all.
sf doctor who meant to be?

Moss-troll problem.

What do you call "labradorite" in a second-world fantasy setting?


*calls it labradorite.*

It's not like they're speaking English anyway. We'll just assume the translator made the substitution when the book came through the time/space-warp.**

If you're maybe noticing that you're older than you used to be, and are feeling sad/angry/confused/worried/frustrated that you haven't accomplished as much as you/other people in your present or past/annoyingly critical voices inside your head think you should have, and if you're maybe feeling something like "I'm not a real grownup like everyone else," and if you're maybe also feeling sad/angry/confused/worried/frustrated that your body isn't working the way it used to, and you're maybe thinking, "if that's true then how am I going to DO all those accomplishments that I/other people/voices in my head think I ought or want to do?", and maybe you're also wondering how are you going to dig out from under the accumulation of habit and procrastination and self-doubt to some sense of satisfaction in your life again, then post this same sentence in your journal. (via elisem)
**I am so naming a fantasy city Far Yttrium one of these days, though. I suspect it will be in the same world as the bustling deep-water desert trade port of Messaline.
lion in winter broken because you're bri

But enough about me. Let's you talk about me for a little while.

So, livejournal is the land of unsolicited advice. How about a little solicited advice for a change?

Hey, here's a question for anybody out there who actually reads my stuff--

I know what I like about my stories and what I am working on changing about them.

What do you like about them? And what do you wish I were doing differently? And what, on pain of death, am I never allowed to stop doing because it's the whole reason you show up in the first place?

Feel free to disagree with each other, too.

I don't promise to follow any of this advice. But I will listen to what you have to say.

And be honest. This is for posterity.