December 3rd, 2007

bear by san

best. holiday. icon. evar.

Since it's bucketing down "wintry mix" out there (what was wrong with "sleet" and "freezing rain" and "nor'easter" and "slush storm," anyway? Did we need a euphemism ,for some reason? Eskimos may not have a hundred words for snow, but Yankees sure do.) and since eljay just doled me out another loyalty icon, I was feeling seasonal, and broke out the December pics.

I am still (yes, still, how long has it been now?) stuck on that last scene (One. Last. Scene.) in "King Pole, Gallows Pole, Bottle Tree." Which means it did not get finished tonight, though there was lots of futzing about on the internets and general time wasting. (On the other hand, I wrote about 1600 words of nonfiction today, and did a whole bunch of other stuff, including web page maintenance and correcting a small itty bitty insignificant timeline flaw in the Secrit Projekt and so forth, so it's not like I didn't earn my keep.) I am in that frustrating stage where I really feel like writing, and I want the cookie of finishing a story.

I think I'm going to bail on climbing tomorrow and stay home and have a major three-day introvert fit and read books and goof off and see if that clears out the noise in my head enough to get some fiction-related work done, because hello with the overscheduled.

And if perchance this story and the other story *did* fall out of my head, then maybe some of the other stuff I have been asked for would follow.... and I could be like, edging up to caught up coming into January. And Chill. Which I fear.

The annoying side product of wanting to write and not having anything to write about is that I'm bored. And it's one o'clock in the morning. I would just go to bed, of course, but since I've been moderately insomniac the last few nights (and am not right now sleepy at all), that sounds like a recipe for tail chasing.

Well, hey, I wanted to read Carmen Dog, didn't I?

Also, this is just to let you all know that while I, for one, welcome our new Russian overlords, I've also started using this livejournal archive tool, and it wurks gud.

330.3 miles to Lothlorien.
Maybe the cat will be entertaining tomorrow and I can tell you about that.
lion in winter dalton love me

and the prompter in the corner is sorry that he came

I have frosted trees, and should probably be doing yoga. However, the the new day brings a bunch of new information on what of mine you can buy in 2008, thus supporting the Presumptuous Cat (who is currently sharpening her claws on the Wentzel 1887 clapboard chest that serves as my end table).

And so, I give you the list of everything ebear in 2008.

To start off, of course, Dust will be out right after Christmas, or actually right before Christmas, probably, or honestly, probably arriving in bookstores next week sometime although Amazon won't ship it until the 26th. But it's technically a January 2008 title, due to the vagaries of publishing. Seriously, I don't make this stuff up.

Also, available any minute now is Ellen Datlow's horror anthology Inferno, in which I have a short story, "Inelastic Collisions," which is closely related to "Long Cold Day" and "Follow Me Light." They're all Promethean Age stories, believe it or not, although they brush a corner of that world that hasn't much appeared in the novels yet. Maybe someday I'll get to write Pinky Gilman and Matthew Szczegielniak sitting down for lunch. That would be interesting.

January brings John Joseph Adams' reprint anthology Wastelands, which features my story "And the Deep Blue Sea," as the least among its crew. You can of course read that story for free online, but this may be your only chance to own a physical copy. And besides, look at all the other stuff you get!

The end of April brings another Ellen Datlow anthology, The Del Rey Book of Science Fiction and Fantasy, in which I have a story entitled "Sonny Liston Takes the Fall," which is another Promethean Age story, featuring an aging boxer... and Jackie. Remember Jackie? I'm trying to write another Jackie story now, and the little bastard won't cooperate. I'll bend him to my will, though.

In addition, the vast internet conspiracies booksellers have pre-order pages up for several novels that will be out sometime next year. The Blood & Iron mass-market paperback, for those of you who have been patiently waiting, will be out June 3rd of 2008, and the shiny small price point of Just Seven Dollars And Ninety-Nine Cents. ("It'll cost you just a nickel!" says the muppet in my head.) 

The trade paperback edition of New Amsterdam--newly affordable at $14.95 U.S., and containing all of the text of the hardcover and maybe with some of the typos corrected, if Bill got my list, (NOT ONE WORD HAS BEEN OMMITTED [all the old people just laughed]) is meant to be available May 1. Since the out of print hardcover is going for $54.00 this week and was going for $75.00 the last time somebody emailed me to say BEAR OMG WHEN IS THE TRADE COMING OUT?!?!?!?!, I thought you would all be happy to know that. If you're Canadian, here's the Chapters-Indigo listing for New Amsterdam: The I Can Afford That! edition.

If you already have the soon-to-be-remaindered trade paperback edition of Blood & Iron, and you really are waiting with bated breath for the next Promethean Age book (you know, the one with all the smut in it), Ink & Steel is set for July 1st of 2008 and Hell & Earth will follow it in August. And then I will be nearly all caught up on my backlog and have to write some new books for a change.

Meanwhile, Chapters-Indigo, which apparently has pictures of somebody at Tor with a chicken llama goat cephalopod, already has listings up for All the Windwracked Stars in hardcover and All the Windwracked Stars in paperback (Nov. 1 of 2008 and Oct. 1 of 2009, respectively). Please note that these are unconfirmed dates, subject to change, no guarantee that there will actually be a paperback edition if the hardcover tanks, and my editor is probably fuming right now.

However, if you wanted to make a note of the ten-digit ISBN numbers for your own use, ahem, the paperback is 0765358514 and the hardcover is 0765318822, and I'm going to take a SWAG* and say that the U.S. price points are probably going to be $24.95 and $7.99, respectively.

Also, there's a mass market paperback of A Companion to Wolves listed for August 1 of 2008 also via Chapters-Indigo, ISBN # 076535778X... is that X supposed ot be there? Hmm.

Now, having pointed thase links out, I should mention that it's almost always faster (and your karma is improved, are so are my chances at the Locus best-seller list!) if you get these things from your local independent SFF bookstore, so I do in general recommend going to them. Amazon never ships anything until the day it's officially released, even if the actual object is usually available for a couple of weeks beforehand in brick and mortal stores. (J.K. Rowling, I'm not. Also, you probably notice I don't do the Amazon Affiliate thing, because I like to encourage people to shop locally and support small business.)

Anyway, most of these fine retailers are happy to take phone or email orders, and some of them even have online stores if mail order is your thing.. I'm personally fond of Mysterious Galaxy (San Diego), Pandemonium (Boston Cambridge), Bakka-Phoenix (Toronto), Forbidden Planet (London), and Uncle Hugo's (Minneapolis), and recommend them all highly.

Non-anthologized short fiction? Er. Well, let's see. "The Ladies" in Coyote Wild any minute now, "Shoggoths in Bloom" in Asimov's for March, I think, and "Annie Webber" in Nature at some point, not sure when.

And truepenny and I have a short story in the VanderMeerian Fast Ships, Black Sails anthology, but I haven't heard a publication date for that yet. (I thought it was this year, actually, but there you have it. Publishing.)

Now to feed that cat, and decide how much of a slug I'm going to be today.

*Scientific Wild-Ass Guess
writing dust bible 'house of dust"

full stop, ranking full stop--

Of course, since I just updated my webpage, the Booklist review for Dust is in.

I guess I did all right:

(STARRED REVIEW: )  Dust, Bear, Elizabeth (Author), Jan 2008. 384 p. Bantam/Spectra, paperback, $6.99. (9780553591071).

Bear takes on the well-worn sf device of the generation ship and, seasoning with Roger Zelazny-esque family politics and Mervyn Peake-ish behind-the-scenes intrigue, concocts a delicious blend of science so advanced it’s like magic and people, the ship’s royalty, who are somehow altered by the nanotech colonies that make them Exalt but remain neurotic and struggling like ordinary humans. The ship hasn’t moved in centuries, and Engine and Rule (parts of the ship) are nearly at war. Desperately trying avert war, Rien helps Sir Perceval escape Rule and dangerously trek to Engine, near-constantly watched by Jacob Dust, the Angel of Memory, while the other angels and devils make alliances in the continuing battle for survival. As the smaller angels are devoured, battle to control the hulk of the ship Jacob’s Ladder nears an end. Bear’s approach to the story results in exactly the kind of brilliantly detailed, tightly plotted, roller-coaster book she has led her readers to expect, replete with a fantastic cast of characters. When Bear revamps the genre’s standard furniture, the results are extraordinary. (Regina Schroeder)

muppetology cooking Bork! Bork! Bork!

James Barber dies, age 84

Aww. James Barber, The Urban Peasant of CBC and PBS fame, has died. (via james_nicoll)

"As far as we can tell, James was sitting at the dining room table, he was reading a cookbook, and he had a pot of soup simmering on the stove. So he definitely left this world in a way that he would have wanted to, but I think he would have been pretty upset about the timing," [his wife] told CBC News.

As TV cooks go, he was unique, stressing adaptability, improvisation, substitution, and the ability to make good food from scratch with limited time, money, and energy. (I in particular remember with fondness an episode of his show wherein he demonstrated what you do when your dinner guests are arriving in half an hour and your range is dead, dead, dead. His solution? Salmon in the dishwasher, asparagus in the coffee pot. Magic!)

His website has a magical function where you enter the ingredients you have on hand, and it finds you recipes. (Registration required, but free.)

Between them, he, Julia Child, and Fannie Farmer taught me how to cook. I have several of his books, and for any of you who have had my legendary mustard-lemon pork chops with apple, that's a modification of one of his recipes. So are two of my three chili recipes--the chili con carne, and the New England style chili with kidney beans.

When I was in college, I once baked brownies in an electric wok. That was all James Barber's fault.

I am sad now.
writing gorey earbrass conscious but ver

come and lay your bones on the alabaster stones

1648 words tonight, and draft, sweet draft, of "King Pole, Gallows Pole, Bottle Tree," which came in just under 15,000 words and so is still technically a novelette, thank God. I am afraid the climax is still suffering from Vague Psychic Battle Syndrome, and the whole thing feels kind of flaccid and colorless right now, but it's written and that's what matters.

I can take the suck out later.
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are you here right now or are there probably fossils under your meat?

Sorry to be posting every ten seconds, but the internets are just so darned interesting today!

via National Geographic:

Scientists today announced the discovery of an extraordinarily preserved "dinosaur mummy" with much of its tissues and bones still encased in an uncollapsed envelope of skin.


A newly found "dino mummy" has exquisitely preserved bones, skin, and possibly muscle and internal organs, scientists have announced.

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