November 15th, 2007

writing plot octopus

too much boyfriend. not enough roller derby.

The title of this post is from a post by buymeaclue, over here. It is now my new mantra for writing and reading books of all sorts. (See, that's exactly why I liked Terrier so much. NOT TOO MUCH BOYFRIEND! LOTS OF ROLLER DERBY!

via coffeeem, more on the WGA strike. A link Seriocity, the blog of Kay Reindl, who bes a writer.

And who is just made of cool.

Money shot, but go read her whole post:

When you illegally download something and the network doesn't get any money for it, they call it piracy. But when you download something or watch streaming video with commercials and the writers don't get any money for it, the networks call it promotion. DON'T LET THEM GET AWAY WITH THIS. Steal from the networks. You KNOW how much they hate it. But we're not supposed to hate it if they steal from us. Somehow, that's their logic. If you don't know how to use Bittorrent, go read up on it. It's very simple, and you can find anything you're looking for via Bittorrent. The quality of Bittorrent downloads is, ironically, FAR better than the downloads you can get at iTunes or the streaming video on the networks' website. So if it's not out on DVD, don't let those bastards make one red cent off the writers, directors and actors. Because they're STEALING from us.
Seriously.

Okay, having spammed LJ, it's now time to shower and watch Criminal Minds again so I can froth to you about it. And then I have essays to write, which did not get written yesterday because I had to go grocery shopping and also I got sucked into administrative meh.
phil ochs troubador

ride on, killing horses

My contributors copies of the February Realms of Fantasy just came, complete with fiction by Ben Rosenbaum, Josh Rountree, M.K. Hobson, Peni R. Griffin, and Margaret Ronald.

Oh, and the absolutely gorgeous Dave Leri illustration for my story "Hobnoblin Blues."

OMFG.

*Wibble*

I do not get like this about illustrations, but that's the dude. It's perfect, right down to the seventies crotch-shot of the sullen rock star in the strategically frayed jeans in front of the peeling bill-plastered brick.

I have to find out if the original is for sale.

Wow. Just wow.

Totally makes up for losing my footnotes to the editorial process.

Wow.
writing gorey earbrass unspeakable horro

peer outreach.

skzbrust, better known as Steven Brust, author and banjo player--but don't hold that against him--is a friend of mine. He's been sick on and off the last couple of years, and hospital bills mount up.

Writers are self-employed sorts, and often do not have good medical coverage. (It's part of the price we pay to live our lives of luxury and leisure.)

Steve is facing bankruptcy. Because friends ganged up on him and made him do it, Steve has instituted a tip jar.

As another mutual friend, pecunium, put it:

I'd make some pitch, or a plea to your better natures, or an ode on the virtues of charity, but that's not the point. He could use some help. I think helping him is a good thing. If you agree, that's how you can help

froud magician

Seriously awesome bloody art

Dave Leri has kindly given me permission to post his art for "Hobnoblin Blues," (my infamous not-a-rock-star-elf-story) so you all can enjoy it.

So, enjoy it:



(click on the image for a larger version.)

I am just blown away by this. The detail in the ribbing on the wifebeater--you guys should see the high res version. Seriously. Buy the magazine: you don't need to read my story, but you need to see this painting.

Also, cannibal clowns! What's not to love?