Stayed up too late last night finishing the book I need to review today.
Another nice review from Publishers Weekly, this one on Bone and Jewel Creatures.
"Few family feuds feature gem-studded automatons facing off against zombies, but this quirky short fantasy by Hugo-winner Bear (By the Mountain Bound) is the exception."
The whole review is about 3/4 of the way down the page.
Link Salad: Here's Terry Pratchett, author and gentleman, on what he prefers to call "assisted dying."
Today's to-do list:
Errands (buy dog food and office supplies)
And hey, that's the email shoveled. Guess it's time to start writing that book review now.
February 3rd, 2010
Stayed up too late last night finishing the book I need to review today.
Temperature this morning: 29 degrees
Tea today: Stash's White Christmas
Teacup today: black dragon Chinese from a trop to Provincetown with The Jeff lo these many years ago. As in, like, 1993 or something.
Overslept this morning as a result of staying up too late to finish Dragon Keeper, but finish it I did, and I spent the morning writing and filing the review.
After lunch, whatever lunch happens to be, I am going to try to figure out how to kill this character who is being so stubborn about dying. Then I have errands to run--dog food, office supplies, and if I am lucky enough to get the check I am waiting for today, THE BANK.
It's a great life, if you don't weaken.
Finally. (still not king, either)
1000 words on Grail, and the end of chapter two. And now the book has a plot engine to drive it forward, thank god. Which of course means rewriting the other 190 pages I have written to include this death and its investigation, but you know, if it was easy it would not be fun.
My brain is still trying to distract me from Grail by offering up all sorts of Much More Interesting projects I could be thinking about. Today's "shut up and dance" (thank you, Jello Biafra) brainworm was the vampire story I'm supposed to be writing for ellen_datlow for this summer. Which provided me with a complete playlist* of Hit Songs To Inspire Vampire Stories, in the process revealing to me why my backbrain has been making me listen to "In God's Country" seventy times a day for the past week (stillsostrange gave me another missing piece with the Rachid Taha earworm of yesterday).
I'm not sure yet if the working title of this thing is "Young Bone" or "Walk Away" or something better, but it does have an awfully good soundtrack, and until it names itself, it will be referred to as the Near Dark Cultural Appropriation Pastiche. (I do hope to avoid actual cultural appropriation, at least by my own standards for it (which include crappy research), but you know, any time a white American writes non-white-American characters, you're open to the charge--so. I will just do the best I can not to be an asshole with anybody else's mythology.).
I also figured out the opening for the noir objective stuntwriting piece I also owe La Datlow (That one has a title: it's "Dolly.") and figured out some things about a Secrit Projekt piece I will eventually be allowed to tell you more about.
Maybe--just possibly--inspiration is contained in this gorgeous new handmade tea bowl that soloadventure sent me. (People send me tea bowls! This? Is the glamour! right here.) She informs me that it's a "winter" teabowl, which is to say that the sides are angled in, to contain heat. And it does, in fact, keep tea nicely warm for a good long time.
233 / 400 pages. 58% done!
It occurs to me that I'm on the next best thing to a NaNoWriMo schedule here--I've got 42% of a book left to write, and would very much like to have a finished draft by the end of February. I suspect that's not going to happen, but it's nice to dream.
*playlist, if you were wondering:
1. Augie March - Just Passing Through (5:23)
2. Norah Jones - Young Blood (3:37)
3. Tom Petty - Time To Move On (3:15)
4. U2 - In God's Country (2:56)
5. John Hiatt - Wrote It Down And Burned It (6:03)
6. Jethro Tull - White Innocence (7:44)
7. Rachid Taha - Barra Barra (5:46)
8. Neko Case - Dirty Knife (3:20)
9. Sting - Desert Rose (4:45)
10. Amanda Palmer - Leeds United (4:46)
11. Sarah McLachlan - I Will Remember You (4:57)
12. Patrick Park - You'll Get Over (4:05)
13. Tom Waits - Walk Away (2:43)
14. Rachid Taha - Rock El Casbah (4:34)
15. Black Rebel Motorcycle Club - Berlin (3:11)
16. Sting - A Thousand Years (5:58)
17. Sarah McLachlan - Ol'55 (9:25)
Tucson Festival of Books: March 12-13
Grail: April 15
Massachusetts Library Association Conference: April 30
Connecticut Authors & Publishers Association University 2010 - Writers Conference: May 8
Fourth Street Fantasy Convention: June 25-27
Secrit projekt deadline: June 30
A Reckoning of Men: July 1 (with truepenny)
untitled noir objective stuntwriting thingy: July 1
untitled vampire thingy: July 1
"Spell 81a": July 15 (with stillsostrange)
Readercon: July 8-11
Viable Paradise: October 1-10
The Steles of the Sky: November 2
"Uniform": November 15 (with stillsostrange, blackholly, coffeeem, willshetterly, and leahbobet)
Darkover: November 26-28
The White City chapbook: late fall
"Ligature": January 15
No fixed deadline:
space opera thingy
Singularity Rent novel
It's a good thing I'm a machine, baby.
The idea here is to post the first lines from various WIPs, because this will magically cause them to become finished works. Um. Through incantation do we command the demon to appear.
(My brain's Project Anything But Grail continues. On the way to and from the climbing gym, I got bits and pieces of no fewer than three other projects. So give me another 400 words for the day.
Also, I climbed my ass off tonight. Got my project route from the bottom (not without falls, but I did the whole thing in sequence. Booyah. Also, six other routes were at least attempted, and all but one of them sent. I suspect, alas, that the one I cannot do is my new project. Because I can nearly do it.)
Dawn scraped pewter across the black wave-caps of the night Atlantic on the morning Carl Hughes learned how his lover died.
The Steles of the Sky:
Ragged vultures spiraled up a cherry sky.
"Reproduction is an ultimately sociopathic act."
(Oh look, the helpful brain is still at it. The virtual reality rent novel now has a title.)
You ain't gonna like what I have to tell you, but I'm gonna tell you anyway.
Danilaw Bakare's third-day job was as a classical musician.
A Reckoning of Men:
Vethulf and Skjaldwulf did not get along.
"The Death of Terrestrial Radio"
The first word was meant to be spoken quietly, if it should ever be spoken at all.
"On Safari in R'lyeh and Carcosa with Gun and Camera"
"We wouldn’t be having this conversation if you'd flunked Algebra."
(Those two have been stalled for so long I have almost given up, but I like the titles as much as Richard Brautigan liked "The Amelia Earhart Pancake.")
Last, the bullet blooms against steel.
On Sunday when Dolly awakened, she had olive skin and black-brown hair that fell in waves to her hips.
The vampires rolled into Needles about three hours before dawn on a Tuesday in April. They sat as far apart as they could get, jammed up against the doors of a '67 Impala hardtop the color of dried blood, which made for acres of bench seat between them. Billy, immune to irony, rested his fingertips on the steering wheel, the other bad boy arm draped out the open window. Mahasti let her right hand trail in the slipstream behind a passenger mirror like a cherub's stunted wing.
(You get a whole paragraph because it's new, and because blackaire's car is the protagonist. Also, "Young Bone" is totally the working title only.)
Barry Petrewski lived in a hole in the ground.
The murdered woman's scream sounds like a teakettle.
Someone had left flowers again.
...I think that's everybody. Now I'm going to curl up under my slunk and watch Criminal Minds.
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