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March 2017



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if I get home before daylight I just might get some sleep tonight.

Of my characters, Elspeth is the one who's most like me (she's a canon-Sue, really, and I kind of turned it into a joke, what with the brilliantly colored eyes and people constantly commenting on her being the smartest woman in Canada. Of course, she's also short, pudgy, and has commitment issues. So the Mary Sue thing only goes so far. ;-) ) Matthew is the one I most identify with, in terms of being able to get into his head easily and understanding him on a really deep, personal level. Kit's probably second runner-up, there.

Even then, they still get things past me.

Michelangelo is the one whose head it's hardest to get into. And he likes it that way.

Question A: They can have the old bastard if they want him. And joy them in it.
Question B: I figured out in first grade or so that stories came out of people's heads, and ever since then I have had a compulsion to tell them.
Question C: I frankly know nothing about interactive computer games--they're not my thing--but I can't imagine they won't be, in due time, if they survive. Most forms of art start off as "low" entertainment.

I keep finding new ones. Zelazny, obviously, John Brunner, Joanna Russ, the Scribblies (who I probably just made feel very, very old. Sorry guys.). I wish I could claim Peter Beagle as a stylistic influence, but really I'm just a fan.

Question A: According to Kilgore Trout, it's "Why not?" I like that better than "42."
Question B: The Stratford Man is currently sitting on my editor's desk at Roc. If she buys it, it may be available in summer of 2008. Though I'm not sure in what format yet. Watch this space!

Well, it depends on what you like. There's some free online stuff linked on my website (though some of the links are old: I need to rebuild my website again), along with the first three chapters of Blood & Iron. The first chunk of Hammered is excerpted on Amazon.com. That's probably enough to go forward on.

Absolutely I think L. Sprague de Camp is "hard fantasy." Perhaps the cannonical example, in fact.

actually, no, I'm on vacation, and if it wasn't this, I'd be entering things into LibraryThing.

when I'm stuck on what I'm writing, I either (a) go work out hard, (b) take a shower or wash dishes, (c) decide that I really didn't need that scene anyway and write the one I thought probably came next, (d) talk it out to a friend, (e) bitch about it on livejournal, (f) settle into a protracted bout of self-loathing, (g) force myself, even if I think what I'm writing is absolute crap. Or, yanno, several of the above.

No, of course not. *loff*

If you do not know, I cannot tell you, grasshopper.

Yanno, nobody's ever come to me with an "I wish you had done this differently" that I didn't think was really, really dumb?

I appear to be presenting the Campbell award. And United expects me to use those plane tickets. So I think I am committed.

To see if time could fly.

The small presses publish people like Jay Lake and Kelly Link and Benjamin Rosenbaum. And Joe R. Lansdale. And Caitlin Kiernan. And Geoff Ryman. And Mike Harrison. And me.

I think, not to put too fine a point on it, that anybody who claims they are harmful to the SF community is not, um, assessing the evidence. Is it a club scene?

Yes. Absolutely. have you ever heard of a vital artistic community that didn't have a hopping club scene?

Both, really. I mean, my process is both intuitive and analytical, simultaneously and by turns. I tend to think of the dichotomy a lot of people talk about, of "organic" writers vs. whatever the other kind is supposed to be, or "planners" vs "spew on the page," as a completely false dichotomy. I outline, I analyze, I use technique in calculated ways to achieve a certain effect. I usually have no idea what the middle of the book is going to be like, my outlines never last more than about ten pages of writing, sometimes I have to write a scene to figure out what it's for, my characters surprise me all the time, and when I find out something really cool, I often can't resist using it. This is the real joy of historical fantasy, by the way--I can make something of nifty coincidences.

So, like, I had to write a story about the Old Leatherman, and I knew for years that I needed to. But it took me years to find the story I wanted to tell about him. Or, once I found out about the Park River being buried under Hartford, I knew I had to use that in something, too.

The analytical stuff really comes in handy when rewriting. But sometimes I'm just trying to feel my way, to grope the outline of the story in the dark. And sometimes when I'm really stuck, the analytical tools are really useful. Like, if I can't feel what's needed--if the art fails me, in other words--the craft is often my salvation.

Also, when you're writing to deadline and you can't wait for inspiration, the craft is where it's at.

Cool shit, of course, is very important, though.

"Hallelujah" works as theme music for the end of Scardown, sure. How about "The Earth Died Screaming"? *g*

Get as many of these stories out of my head and on to paper as time and mortality allow.

No, really, I'm on vacation.

Did you look behind the couch?

It's a long and not very exciting story, but essentially, I knew Jenn socially, and asked her if she would look at my query letter for me. She was so relieved that I wasn't going to ask her to look at a manuscript that she agreed, and wound up asking to see a proposal for the book. Some months later, she asked for a complete manuscript. Some months after that, she rejected it. *g* But did ask me to send her my next.

So I did. And after a few more months, she offered to represent me. Elapsed time, oh, about a year and a half?

African or European?

Indeed, and likewise! How about winter or spring instead? I'm traveled out, and scheduled out, and very nearly peopled out at this juncture.


Re "why not?" -- yes, absolutely my preferred answer! (Yay! Someone else who's read Kilgore Trout!)
I always thought that The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy bore a really striking resemblance to that book.

Only without the tail sex.
*g* I really owe you some booze for the Kelpie.

Just saying.
I say, "heck yes!" Yanno, I never even got to *meet* Will at WisCon?
No, no... comic books were only a dime (just the jumbo issues cost two bits back then -- "During that summer/When unicorns were still possible/When the purpose of knees/Was to be skinned") and sometimes when I was a kid a bunch of us would go to the United Cigar Store and each buy one or two comics and then get a nickel bottle of Coke from a vending machine and then pay 15 cents passenger fare on the Kingston-Rhinebeck ferry and sit on the deck and read our comics and not get off at the other side (so we didn't have to pay another fare), just ride back and forth across the Hudson River as if we were millionaires on our private boat, sharing our comics, enjoying the cool breeze as the ferry moved across the river, spending a couple of hours on a hot summer day...

[and yes, of course, when autumn came we had to walk to schoool up hill both ways through raging blizzards}
best I can do is the 20-cent candy bar.
Before my time, too, I fear...and some things have really been improvements. Others, not so much.
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine.
If I get home before daylight, I just might get some sleep tonight.
Thankies :)

I have no idea what the small press wank is about, unless, yanno, people are mad about rejections.