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Migraine Misery Nov. 14th, 2009 @ 10:49 am
[info]jimvanpelt
I was feeling under the weather yesterday (itchy throat), so I stayed home, hoping to head off a full-blown cold. It also gave me a chance to work through a phone book-sized stack of student essays. But, while I was grading one of the essays, the entire right side of my vision in my right eyeball dissolved into bright bars of light and sparkles, a classic migraine symptom. I headed to bed immediately, but it was too late to hold off the headache. Now the headache is gone, but if I cough or bend over, my head feels like a little firecracker goes off.

It will be like this for a couple more days. I only get one or two migraines a year. There doesn't seem to be a pattern in when I get them, nor is there an obvious trigger.
Current Mood: sick
Current Music: "Lay, Lady, Lay," Bob Dylan
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Well, my bags are packed, I'm ready to go... Nov. 14th, 2009 @ 07:49 am
[info]seanan_mcguire
It's once again time to prepare to fly. My bags are packed (mostly); I'm ready to go (mostly); I don't have a taxi waiting down below, but since my ride to the airport is asleep in the room basically directly beneath me, I'm going to call it close enough for government work. (I like cars-of-friends better than I like taxis, anyway. They don't charge me as much when I suddenly demand we stop for soda.)

It's been a good trip. I didn't get to see nearly as many people as I hoped, on a social basis, but I got a lot of work done, and had a lot of business meetings, and it was good. A distressing number of these business meetings involved feeding me. I will now return to California and live on salad, peas, and carrot sticks for two weeks, while I wait for my body to issue a writ of forgiveness. But! I'm not sorry, because I have eaten cake-and-shake, frozen hot chocolate, some of the weirdest salads ever seen, pepper-encrusted Maine scallops, garlic fries (seriously, these were some high-class garlic fries), baked heirloom apples with homemade apple ice cream, and some of the best chicken and pea curry I've ever had. I have walked and I have wandered, I have pillaged and I've pondered, and I'm happy with the results.

New York is a fascinating place. I really do understand why some people view the concept of leaving as a sort of sacrilege, even as I understand that I'd go crazy and become a bridge troll in Central Park if I ever tried to live here. I like my yearly visits, and I enjoy the chance to see my publishers in their natural habitat, but I also like my world to be a bit greener. (Now, the Jersey Pine Barrens are another matter. I could totally live there. And then the Jersey Devil would eat me.)

It's been a good trip.

I am ready to be home.
Current Mood: content
Current Music: The Low Anthen, "To Ohio."

Falling into place Nov. 14th, 2009 @ 10:03 am
[info]klingonguy
The missing subplot for the Conroy sequel just popped into my head. It's fun and charming and involves a substance that is basically "liquid gravity." Better still, it reinforces an aspect of Conroy's character that I've been a bit light on, and it sets up possibilities for story arcs in subsequent books.

I am well pleased. Excuse me, I need to go write some of this down.
Current Mood: chipper

Adventures in Carnivory: No Bull Nov. 14th, 2009 @ 08:09 am
[info]e_moon60
This continues some information on home meat supply for those who are interested.  The gory details (only a few because I have to get off the computer soon) are behind a cut, but even before that...if you come home exhausted after 14 hours of work you're not used to, run out in the midnight dark to pull damp clothes off the line, you will probably put your car keys in your jeans pocket and not on the hook.   And then when you pull off the jeans and toss them in the washer, you will be too tired to notice the keys are still there.  It will become blindingly obvious when you put those wet clothes in the dryer at 1 am or so.



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Nov. 13th, 2009 @ 08:40 pm
[info]dsgood
Tuesday October 27, 2009 Woke up feeling better than before whatever I'd been sick with.

***To the food shelf at Minnehaha United Methodist Church.

Food set out for the taking included Vietnamese fish sauce with eggplant, and fish sauce with visible pieces of fish. Decided I wasn't adventurous enough for either.

***Out again. At Midtown Farmers Market, I used the last of the farmers market checks.

Across Lake Street to Savers thrift store, which didn't have what I wanted.

Bought a few groceries at Target and Cub.

***Public Release: 27-Oct-2009
CyberPsychology & Behavior
Smokers who crushed computer-simulated cigarettes as part of a psychosocial treatment program in a virtual reality environment had significantly reduced nicotine dependence and higher rates of tobacco abstinence than smokers participating in the same program who grasped a computer-simulated ball, according to a study described in the current issue of CyberPsychology and Behavior, a peer-reviewed journal published by Mary Ann Liebert, Inc.

Contact: Vicki Cohn
vcohn@liebertpub.com
914-740-2156
Mary Ann Liebert, Inc./Genetic Engineering News
http://www.eurekalert.org/pub_releases/2009-10/mali-cci102709.php
Current Location: Minneapolis, Baja Manitoba

there's no gold. i thought i'd warn you. Nov. 13th, 2009 @ 06:25 pm
[info]matociquala
Huh.

I just figured out what the deep thematic structure of Dust is about.

Well, that only took four years.

I feel much better now.
Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: Willie Nelson - Always Seem To Get Things Wrong

oh you little devils of alcohol and caffeine Nov. 13th, 2009 @ 05:28 pm
[info]matociquala
I have just discovered Junior Brown, thanks to Pandora. (I just wish it would stop trying to turn this into the All Allison Krause Channel. SRSLY) I mean, I kind of vaguely knew about his existence, but I didn't know I loved him with a deep and abiding passion. Dude.

I also wrote 2001 words on Grail this afternoon, which is pretty damned good for a girl who spent three and a half hours at the gym this morning.

I also did the stop-in-the-middle-of-a-sentence thing, because, well, I want to write the next bit I have to write, and that will encourage me to get a move on in the morning.

Tomorrow night, on the other hand, I will be here:

November 14, 2009
8:00 PM The Science Fiction Association of Bergen County, Saddle River Valley Cultural Center, 305 West Saddle River, Upper Saddle River, Bergen County, NJ

[info]batwrangler will be my wingman, because she is awesome, and will drive down with me so I don't die on the way home.


13011 / 100000 words. 13% done!

Mean things today: second-guessing your ancestors, jihads and crusades, fear of alien invasion.
Current Mood: smug
Current Music: Junior Brown -Broke Down South of Dallas

Cafe notes Nov. 13th, 2009 @ 01:22 pm
[info]nihilistic_kid
A "dessert café" opened by my workplace. The little treats are tasty if a bit overpriced for their size, and the fancy ice cream is intriguing. I don't drink coffee, so don't know what it's like, but co-workers tell me it's good.

Here's why the café will soon be going out of business anyway.

1. "Speed v. ambiance"—for a place like this you either have to offer fast service or a nice place to hang out. This café has selected neither speed nor ambiance. The service is slow primarily because the husband-wife team running the show designed the café improperly. The back of the house is too large and thus there are no front displays except for some sample dishes placed on the same counter under which the garbage is kept. Nor is there a useful shelving in the back for finished goods to be kept without exposing the goods to open air. So whenever someone orders a dessert item the server has to go to the back, open one or more large plastic tubs, pick out the items with a pair of tongs, and then place them either on a plate or in a bag. This slows service immensely—not only does the dessert orderer have to wait, so too does anyone ordering anything else as the counter is left unattended.

Ambience is ruined due to the excessive shouting and barking. Not angry stuff, but shilling. The café offers free samples but has no place to sit them, so often one person is fulfilling all the orders while the other is holding a plate and describing the sample and jamming the plate up under people's chins. The place is small enough that this leads to the other staffer often repeating herself or asking the customer to do so. So both staffers, husband and wife, end up shouting a bit in order to be friendly. This drives people out of the store.

2. Lapses in service generalship: I've ordered things and have been interrupted mid-order to be offered a sample of something else. I've been handed frosted cupcakes in a paper sack, meaning that I end up with some naked cupcakes and a sack full of frosting. The place is cash-only. I was told three times just now about a flyer I'd already taken—on Monday if I buy something at the café I can get a price break for some stuff at the Verizon store next door. Sounds good except I was quizzed so thoroughly on the flyer, my possession of a copy, and the nature of the deal, that I don't want to go to either store.

3. The owners are clearly terrified of people. They just are. The wife does most of the front of the house stuff, and she by turns mutters and shouts. Her eyes dart constantly to avoid making eye contact. The husband is the pastry chef and if there is anyone who should be neither seen nor heard it's a guy who just sank $200,000 into his ice cream-making hobby during a recession.

4. Bad location. Two blocks in-city from Fisherman's Wharf, which is full of touristy chain sweets and crap. They're too upmarket for their location, and too far from the traffic anyway.

5. Prices are too high. Waddling tourists and workers on their lunch breaks buy by the pound, not by units of exquisiteness per bite. Sure, peanut butter in a red velvet cupcake is a good idea for a bite-sized treat, but at $2.25?

6. The tip jar is marked "Baby Fund." It just strikes the wrong note—this mom-and-pop place doesn't read at all like a mom-and-pop place except for the tip jar.

7. Inadequate seating: a counter and a four-top. No place to leave papers or magazines, no place to sit if you happen to have a bag or knapsack with you (as 90 percent of the passing trade—wharf tourists—have),and the countertop is too small for any but pocket-sized paperbacks and tiny palmtop computers.

8. They keep the door open and a sandwich board outside the door. This actually BLOCKS people from coming in, rather than inviting them in. One physically has to snake around in order to enter if approaching from the wrong side of the street.


So anyway, if you want peanut butter red velvet cake, you'd better stop by the joint NOW as it isn't long for this world.

Word count -- DISCOUNT ARMAGEDDON. Nov. 13th, 2009 @ 10:52 am
[info]seanan_mcguire
Current stats:

Words: 7,773.
Total words: 67,864.
Reason for stopping: finished chapter eighteen.
Music: the new mix Merav made for me.
Lilly and Alice: back in California. I miss my kitties.

Discount Armageddon—the first of the InCryptid books, chronicling the adventures of the Price family as they try to study the cryptids of the world without getting eaten by them—is now two hundred and thirty-seven pages long, featuring action, adventure, snarking, and talking pantheistic demon mice with a fondness for religious ritual. It's ballroom dancing as a combat style, it's asbestos blondes and gorgon barmaids, and it's more fun to write than should really be legal. It's also sad, because at this point, I have somewhere between 30,000 and 36,000 words to go, and that doesn't seem like enough.

On the plus side, once I finish this, I get to start digging my teeth into the sequels. And believe me, Midnight Blue-light Special is going to be a hoot and a half, once I get there. And after that...hoo-boy. I really think I like this roller coaster.

What's really interesting is that this is the first series I've started knowing from the starting gate that it was a series, and more, that it was more than just a few books long. Feed was a stand-alone; Rosemary and Rue was an adventure that I didn't quite understand. This time, I know what I'm getting into.

Oddly, I couldn't be happier.
Current Mood: excited
Current Music: Ludo, "The Broken Bride."

Call for Submissions from Innsmouth Free Press: Multiethnic Issue Nov. 13th, 2009 @ 09:39 am
[info]innsmouthpress, posting in [info]specficmarkets
Innsmouth Free Press is running a multiethnic issue in 2010 and we want your scary, funny, exciting and plain-bizarre stories with a Lovecraftian twist. You have until December 15, 2009 to send your tales of the fantastic. Please note, we have received a ton of stuff set in Latin America. We are interested in seeing more subs set in other regions: Asia, Africa and India would be nice.

Read full guidelines here.

About us: Innsmouth Free Press is a horror zine publishing daily articles, interviews, reviews and meta-fiction. Three times a year, it produces a short fiction issue. Authors who have appeared previously in our tri-annual fiction issues include: writer and editor Nick Mamatas, 2008 recipient of the Campbell Award for Best New Write Mary Robinette Kowal and Lovecraftian poet Ann K. Schwader. Writers appearing in 2010 will include novelist Ekaterina Sedia, RPG and fiction writer David Conyers, and more. Join the Innsmouth Free Press family by sending your sub today.

Follow-up to yesterday's post Nov. 13th, 2009 @ 09:31 am
[info]varkat
An open letter from GalleyCat correspondent Jeff Rivera following the reaction to the agent posts.

NaNoWriMo Update Nov. 13th, 2009 @ 07:58 am
[info]klingonguy
I'd been plugging along nicely with my NaNoWriMo efforts until last Friday when I had the computer scare (it turned out that the Mac hadn't died, only that my puppy had gnawed on the power cord and damaged it). Total wordage for last Friday, Saturday, and Sunday was something like 2K. Blah.

Since then, I've picked up the pace again, and while I'm where I'd hoped to be at this point in the month, I'm doing okay. The trick will be to see how much I manage to get done this weekend, what with the Book Launch tomorrow.

As of last night I was at about 26,600 words. I would be quite pleased if Monday morning dawned upon 35K, but we'll see.
Current Mood: optimistic
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don't expect your good heart to save your neck Nov. 13th, 2009 @ 12:20 am
[info]matociquala
1006 words on grail, 783 on some nonfiction. Not too bad, all things considered.

Today's auctorial crisis: Aw damn. After two books, I'm finally going to have to describe this ship from the outside.

My Utopian society is starting to convince me. I wonder what's wrong with it? Other than that it requires lobotomizing the citizens, of course.

I am funnier when I'm punchy.  Also, I am funnier than I used to be. I learned this doing readings from BtMB lately. That book takes itself very seriously. It is Portentuous. Despite having been rewritten again and again and again.

This book is not portentuous. Perhaps I have relaxed a bit over the years.

Why I hang around with my writing group: a brief transcript from today's deathmarch support chat:

[info]stillsostrange (12:08:25 AM): Somebody name five demons who stalk the unwary in winter
[info]matociquala (12:09:49 AM): famine, thirst, fatigue, cold and Mixed Precip.



I am just kind of throwing words at the page tonight, honestly. Disjointed scene bits as they occur. I'm discovering that I like Danilaw a lot--he's got the ability to extemporize political speeches like a trained skald and he's also pretty funny. For the guy in charge of the lobotomy crowd.



11016 / 100000 words. 11% done!
Current Mood: tired
Current Music: Janis Ian - On the other side

Buried Treasure Nov. 12th, 2009 @ 10:12 pm
[info]e_moon60
Was hunting through the mess around my desk for CDs I'd borrowed from our choir director--he couldn't believe I wasn't a great fan of Bruckner and Sibelius (Sibelius somewhat, but was unfamiliar with Bruckner.   I listened several times but these pieces didn't do much for me--scattered moments of beauty or grandeur but connected by tracts of "Oh, well...")  

And I spotted a box of GS cookies, Thin Mints.  I was sure it was empty.  I pulled it out from under the papers, books, CDs...and it was unopened!!  Full of Thin Mints!!  Whoopee! 

Note the past tense: WAS unopened.   Now open.  Now in the process of disappearing.   The sound of munching is heard in the house.

Current Mood: amused
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World Fantasy Convention 2009: Con Report Nov. 12th, 2009 @ 05:57 pm
[info]douglascohen
Here is my extremely late con report. I wanted to post it sooner, but ever since WFC I've been trying to get caught up. Anyway, I can't tell you this was the BEST con I've ever been to. I don't know which one is. But it's right up there. I would put this one right up there with this summer's Readercon (when RoF returned) and WFC in Saratoga two years ago.

I met a number of people I've known online for years, but had never spoken to in person. There were some familiar faces too, of course, but this con had a different vibe. I live on the east coast and had never been to the west coast for a con before. As Karen Haber put it--one of the people I was thrilled to meet in person, since she's a columnist for RoF--it's like meeting your extended family.

Indeed.

I confess to spending more time watching sports at this con than I ever have before. I know, I know. But the Yankees were in the World Series. Sacrifices had to be made. I also managed to sneak in a little bit of Sunday football due to some betting interests (turned out well!) But all of this and one sick roommate aside, I am happy to report that I managed to spend a lot of time geeking out in proper fashion.

One thing that filled with a sort of editorial pride was when I realized there were five different slush survivors of mine (three published, two pending) at this con. Way to represent guys! One of the pending slushees was Christopher Kastensmidt. Chris lives down in Brazil, so thank goodness he likes to go conning, or lord only knows when we'd meet! (though I do have a standing invitation to visit him). The best meal of the weekend might have been when Chris kindly took me to a Brazilian steakhouse and stuffed me absolutely silly. The second best meal might have been with slush survivor Sharon Mock and Zak Jarvis and friends, when we went to this awesome Mexican restaurant (and wow, west coast Mexican food is WAYYYYY better than east coast!) I also met pending slush publishee Shweta Narayan. Unfortunately, we only had a chance to talk for a little bit, though she seemed as nice as she is online. Rounding out the slush survivors I ran into this weekend were the esteemed Ken Scholes and the equally esteemed Vylar Kaftan. I've now managed to meet roughly a third of my slush survivors in person. Hopefully I'll meet them all down the road.

I also ran into a number of other RoF authors as well, including fellow sports addict Brad Beaulieu, the always fun M.K. Hobson, the prolific one himself, Jay Lake, displaced New Yorker Bill Shunn (man, do I miss running into him randomly on the streets of NYC!), the always friendly David Levine, and not to be forgotten is Jim Van Pelt. Jim might be the best example of someone I've known online for years but have never met. I've been swapping emails with him since back in 2005, when I first joined RoF. I swear, it felt like I had met him already! I think this covers all of the RoF authors I ran into. Please accept my apologies if Ive missed you.

I also had my first chance to meet a number of artists in the speculative community for the first time. I've been to one other con since I became art director, which was Readercon over the summer. I didn't have a chance to meet any artists there, though I don't think nearly as many people from the art crowd attend this con. Regardless, it was great these folks at WFC. I found a few people who are interested in working with RoF and who I in turn would love to work with. To be safe, I'll decline on passing out names here until they actually accept some assignments. And just as importantly, the artists I spoke to demonstrated to me that they are just as passionate and knowledgeable about the field as the writers out there. This comes as no surprise, of course, but it was nice to have my beliefs confirmed.

It was really interesting wearing different hats during the course of the weekend, sometimes talking to people as art director, sometimes as nonfiction editor, and sometimes as assistant editor of fiction. Sometimes I was switching back and forth in the same conversation!

What else? As always, WFC featured a ton of parties. The Nightshade party even had some homemade ales with labels marketing their various novels. Points for originality. Lots of drinking resulted from all of these parties, though I'm happy to report there were no hangovers and no drunken scandals. :) I think I went to two panels all weekend, one on the history of F&SF and another one exploring whether the dark grittiness inhabiting so many fantasy stories these days is a new phenomenon (the consensus answer, which I agreed with, was no). Both panels were great, so you might wonder why I didn't attend more of them. I used to go to a lot more panels, but these days it's become more about meeting and talking to all of the the interesting people, and maybe doing a little business as well if such opportunities present themselves. Speaking of business, I did receive a very juicy bit of news over the weekend, and even juicier bit of news after I returned home. I hope to share both of these things with you soon.

I was at the con from Wednesday night to Monday night, but everything really passed in a blur. I should mention that coincidentally enough there was a Star Trek exhibit across the street, so a few of us went to that on Monday. It was way better than I expected.

Anyway, I know I'm leaving out a million people that I ran into. It's not because you're any less important or that it was less fun seeing the rest of you. Far from it! But I needed some way to limit the list or this post would continue until Doomsday. So I chose to go with the RoF approach, i.e. just mentioning the RoF folks.

Bottom line is that WFC is and consistently remains one of the best cons year in and year out. Hopefully I can manage to attend next year as well.

Agents Nov. 12th, 2009 @ 05:40 pm
[info]varkat
I've been debating posting my response to GalleyCats' recent articles because usually I like to be genteel about things, but I finally decided just to say exactly what I had to say, which is this:

Some of you may have seen the recent articles on Media Bistro's GalleyCat, which I have to assume were written primarily to be controversial (sample here), because regardless of conventional wisdom, sometimes there are silly questions. One is whether agents are necessary. Here are some others: Is the world suddenly going to become a shiny happy place in which advantageous contract language is handed out like free samples at the grocery store? Are contracts going to cease to exist just because works are published electronically or audiovisually or…? Oh wait, we’re all just going to publish our work directly to the web, cutting out the middleman.

Unfortunately, without the middleman, the publishers, there’s no editing, no design, no promotion…unless the authors decide to pay for these things themselves. I’ve read pre and post edited work. I’ve been on the agenting =and= the author side. I can tell you without a doubt that the edited versions are vast improvements. Editors catch so much that the authors, too close to their work, can miss. They challenge and bring out the best in writers. Many authors will tell you that they’re better writers now than when they began because of all they’ve learned from their editors and agents. Clearly, publishers do more than cut into the profits an author can make by selling directly to the consumer (assuming that without distribution they can even reach their audience). In addition to the aforementioned editing, there’s copyediting, cover design, formatting, publicity, marketing, subsidiary rights. The list goes on and on.

And as long as there are publishers, in whatever form they may exist in the future, agents will be needed to deal with contracts, interpret royalty statements, request reconciliations to print, chase payments, argue issues, mediate, critique, cultivate, network…. Our list is also endless.

Others rebuttals:
Stacia Kane: Yes, Virginia, You Need an Agent
Agent Miriam Goderich of Dystel & Goderich: Who Needs an Agent? You Do.
Lynn Flewelling's response in GalleyCat comments

If you choose to comment here, and I hope that you will, I just ask that you don't do so anonymously. I think that if you have something that adds to a discussion, you should own up to your points. In fact, I have my filter set so that anonymous posts don't appear automatically.

Thinkinf of Jack London Nov. 12th, 2009 @ 05:22 pm
[info]klingonguy
It's been a damp and dreary day in the greater Philadelphia area today, and so this afternoon while [info]valverdi was out, I shoveled the ashes out of the fireplace and built a new fire. It was blazing merrily by the time she arrived home, and we are now sitting in the great room enjoying the warmth and the smell and the crackling pop. The dogs like it too. Valerie is sitting and reading (the fourth book in Danial Abraham's excellent series), and I'm taking a brief break from throwing words at the Conroy sequel.

(ten minutes later)

Our domestic idyll was briefly shattered at the discovery that the puppy had pooped in the kitchen. Bad puppy! We pause for quick clean-up, and while I'm up I might as well make a trip outside for more firewood... back now, another log on the fire, and all is once more right with the world.
Current Mood: relaxed
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Census follies Nov. 12th, 2009 @ 12:50 pm
[info]nihilistic_kid
Those who cannot get access to LJ at their job often Gchat me their observations of life. Here you are!

[info]teratologist: A loud person in the office behind me is confused by the fact that census people are legally allowed to stop by your house and that this does not constitute "stalking" or even an unusual situation.
She's asking her interlocutor "What do I do?" You answer the nice census lady's questions, numbnuts.
She's been going on about this for over fifteen minutes now.

[info]teratologist: There's three people in the office and they're all engaged in an epic struggle to figure out what the hell the census is! Using the vast powers of the internet!
All us rednecks knew what the census was! It was the people who came by who weren't the JWs!
I'm out of exclamation points and despair.

[info]teratologist: She threw out the questionnaire!
What the fuck is this unnatural bubble-like Manhattanite existence bullshit?

[info]teratologist: Ok, so with a crack team of five people and google, they talked this girl into calling the poor census taker back and complaining about it being "invasive".

[info]teratologist: One of the people was her lawyer.
Shit.

[info]teratologist: "I understand you have a job to do, but get a better job where you don't have to invade people's privacy!"

Nov. 12th, 2009 @ 02:24 pm
[info]dsgood
Monday October 26, 2009 Canned apricots: Deseret brand. "Visit www.providentliving.org for information on self-reliance."

Via the Federal Government, the Mormons have provided me with tasty food.

***"Guten Tag,

"Mein Name ist WILLIAMS PATRICK aus Côte d'Ivoire. Ich bin der einzige Sohn von Herrn und Frau Patrick, ich möchten, dass Sie mir helfen investieren in Ihrem Land. Ich habe meine Mutter im Alter von 10, Mein Vater war vergiftet zu Tode während des Krieges hier in Côte d'Ivoire...."

And in English, a letter suggesting I apply for a hotel job in England. Applicants get free airfare to the interview, and other perks.

***Public Release: 26-Oct-2009
Geology
Researchers here have discovered the pivotal role that volcanoes played in a deadly ice age 450 million years ago. Perhaps ironically, these volcanoes first caused global warming -- by releasing massive amounts of carbon dioxide into the atmosphere. When they stopped erupting, Earth's climate was thrown off balance, and the ice age began.
National Science Foundation Read more... )

White List Update Nov. 12th, 2009 @ 12:50 pm
[info]domynoe, posting in [info]specficmarkets
It's only been 6 months....

The White List

This is a very small update that ended up being mostly deletions. I'll try to get another update next month that includes a number of authors feeds that I've created over the last few months.

If you have any updates you want added to the list, please post at the entry above NOT HERE.

Thanks.

11th day, 11th hour... Nov. 12th, 2009 @ 09:35 am
[info]hal_obrien
The most modest President since... Jeez. Truman, perhaps? Not too many modest Presidents. Anyway, the Commander-in-Chief makes a stop in Arlington.

Nov. 12th, 2009 @ 10:58 am
[info]matociquala

I am a tired Bear. And one who is contemplating working on this book review and my Storytellers Unplugged colun today before I open the novel.

Yeah, I think I will do that.

Balancing demands is a bit tricky sometimes.

Current Mood: exhausted
Current Music: Morning Edition

Of authors and agents, take two. Nov. 12th, 2009 @ 05:59 am
[info]seanan_mcguire
So a while ago—not that long ago, but not yesterday—I made a post about the author/agent relationship, and why I think literary agents are so damn important. I like my agent. I know that state isn't universal, but neither is liking your haircut, and I'm pretty cool with that, too. I try to be mellow when I can.

This morning, I was pointed to a post over on GalleyCat explaining why nobody needs an agent. Apparently, the electronic revolution means that the "middleman" between author and editorial is no longer necessary. Who knew? Or at least, that middleman is on the way to becoming fully outdated. Naturally, at least one literary agency feels differently, and has said as much. I suggest reading both links before continuing, because I, too, feel differently, and will now say as much.

These are the things I do: write books. Make changes according to the requests of my editors. Discuss possible changes with my editors. Review page proofs. Blog. Run blog giveaways of ARCs and published books. Attend conventions. Write outlines and proposals for books I want to write. Play Plants vs. Zombies. Watch TV.

These are the things my agent does: get my books to the editors who are most likely to not only appreciate them, but work with them in a way that is beneficial to both the publishing house and my career. Negotiate advances. Negotiate sub-rights. Protect my interests in areas like audio, comic book, and foreign rights. Make sure that I get paid on time. Follow up with my editors when things are unclear, or when I need more time to finish something. Check in with me to see what space I have on my plate. Understand the industry. Explain things like "co-op" and how marketing budget works. Tell me where my energy needs to be spent, rather than where I necessarily want to spend it.

Beyond the fairly standard notation that many major houses no longer consider submissions from unagented authors, the agent serves a thousand functions that, frankly, I don't have time to deal with. It's possible that I would have time for them, if I wasn't writing four books at once; on the flip side of that, I can also say that if I was dealing with all the functions served by my agent, I wouldn't have time to write four books at once. It all feeds back to a question of resource allocation, and I have chosen to externalize certain resource needs in the form of my agent.

Agents don't just negotiate the size of your advance; they negotiate contracts, which are huge, complex, complicated things. Without an agent to go through the contract and understand it, you need to not only speak the crazy language of literary rights, you need to have strong feelings on all those things. What do you think about comic rights, merchandising rights, foreign rights, audio rights, film rights, the right to construct an amusement park based on your work? What do you think of the time the contract says you'll have to review your page proofs, of the concept of seeing your copyedits, of the way the next work clause is worded? Do you understand half of what I just said? 'Cause honestly, without my agent, I wouldn't, and even now, I'm a little vague on some of the specifics, although I'm learning.

Agents deal with your editors, and can mediate when, say, you miss a deadline because your cat got sick and you just can't cope and what do these people want from you?! Well, they want you to hold to the terms of your contract, and they want you to make a lot of money, because everybody would like to have a lot of money, and if you make a lot of money, so does your publisher. But without that buffer between yourself and the publisher, it's very possible that you could flip out and take somebody's face off, thus ruining the working relationship. Instead, flip out on your agent, and they'll take care of making nice while you hyperventilate in a corner.

A good agent will help your career in a hundred ways...and more, they're very often an excellent gatekeeper, because as soon as you're salable, the agents will be happy to let you know. It's not their job to get you to that point, but once you get yourself there, their job begins, and that job is a hard one. Frankly, it's not a job I'd want to do.

Are literary agents outdated? No. Are literary agents like having the cheat codes to the publishing industry? Yes. You still need to understand what you're doing, but they can make things go a lot more smoothly, and they can keep you from dying too many times before you finish level one. That's more than worth the cost of their commission.
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Hear me, Great LJ Overmind! Let's talk pens! Nov. 12th, 2009 @ 09:28 am
[info]klingonguy
While I like the look and the idea of fountain pens, I find that they are not for me. I invariably make a huge mess when using them. Sigh.

On the other hand, I've become quite enamored of gel pens. I like the feel and flow. They make me happy.

What doesn't make me happy is when (as happened last week) one of these little fuckers decides to leak and ruin a perfectly good shirt!

So... I'm looking to find a good gel pen that is neither a retractable pen, nor a twist pen, but rather something with a cap on the end.

Anyone have any favorites to recommend?

letter to cats Nov. 12th, 2009 @ 09:24 am
[info]matociquala
Dear Cats:

While I appreciate that chasing each other around the house is an important part of your daily routine, please refrain from having bat-fights across the monkey's leg, or attempting to embroil her in your disputes. She does not have protective fur and needs all of her fingers to type with.

Also, the fingers with which she is typing are not toys.

Love,

Monkey

(P.S. I don't suppose either of you know how the sliding closet door managed to end up out of its tracks and fallen across the foot of the bed, do you?)
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Get the Details Right and Suspension of Disbelief Will Follow Nov. 12th, 2009 @ 06:12 am
[info]jimvanpelt

That's a pretty unwieldy title for the post!

I was thumbing through the January/February Analog this morning and read Richard A. Lovett's article, "Making Unreality Ring True: Writer's Tricks for Bringing Stories to Life." I was a little surprised at it because the article is a straightforward how-to-write piece, something I don't recall seeing in Analog much in the past.

That said, it was a darned good article for fiction writers of all sorts, not just science fiction ones. With entertaining examples, Lovett explains the basis for five writing rules that will make work stronger and more believable:
 

1. Write what you know.
2. Know what it is that you know.
3. Make good use of details.
4. Look for details in experience (yours or other people's)
5. Collect information. You never know what will someday be useful.
 

Near the end of the article, he says, "The best writers observe things. Sometimes these are details about the universe. Sometimes they are grand visions that instill the sense of wonder about which science fiction fans wax lyrical. Other times, the observations take the form of details about people or the lives we live: overlooked realities that ring true as they float across the page before us."

Lovett quotes Jane Kurtz, an award winning children's book author, who said, "Writers have good powers of observation. That's more important than imagination."

I tell writers in my classes and workshops that the skills necessary to tell believable stories are exactly congruent with the skills required of a good liar. Good liars, among other things, are masters of the specific detail, the one bit of their story that rings so specific and true that you believe there's no way they could have made it up. Their story must not be lying.

The article is a good one.  If you can get a copy of the magazine, I recommend it.

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From Twitter 11-11-2009 Nov. 12th, 2009 @ 03:01 am
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  • 11:08:09: It's fun to put yourself in your own books as an unpleasant minor character. Less, if someone recognizes which one is you.
  • 23:12:05: Second full voice lesson with David--and lo, "that" F-sharp emerged. Without strain. Wow. Beginning to believe.

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Voice Lesson Surprise #2 Nov. 11th, 2009 @ 11:12 pm
[info]e_moon60
Today I had my second voice lesson with  David.   A  lot of singing--my throat's a little sore because a few hours after the lesson was choir practice (another 2 hours of singing) and my throat isn't used to it.   (More water is going to be necessary, clearly!)

BUT...we were doing exercises and then he said that the notes I had just sung so easily and confidently...included "that" F-sharp.   The one that I found terrifying and nearly impossible in the Durufle Requiem when suddenly the altos were told to sing it with the sopranos and most of us couldn't.  I had hit it twice in those weeks, but it was more like hitting than singing.   (It's the F-sharp above C above middle C. )   Moreover, said he, I would find myself singing well above that as things progressed.   The notes he mentioned sound to me like climbing Himalayan peaks, but having embarked on this adventure I'm willing to go as far as my Sherpa guide tells me to.

Then there was a lot of singing phrases and melodies, some freeform ("Just sing--in this range here") and some from music and it was such fun!  And it didn't sound totally sucky, either. 

Unfortunately, by the time we got to the last music we practiced in choir this evening, I was tired and my throat was scratchy, and I had trouble doing a decent D two whole tones below the F-sharp.   Did in fact sound sucky off and on.   Bleh.

But boy do I need to work on my vowels...I thought they were better than they are, alas for me and the habits of a lifetime. 

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dr. reid, try not to grin and bounce in your seat when you say "dracula." Nov. 11th, 2009 @ 11:34 pm
[info]matociquala
Criminal Minds 05x07, "The Performer," written by Holly Harold, directed by John Badham

That was a sort of sweet, touching, cute, lighearted episode of Criminal Minds. About vampirism. And Goth rock.

Where's my "somewhat incongruous" icon?


He's got a gun. Keep moving.  )

Here, have a clip of Gavin Rossdale singing "Love Will Tear Us Apart" for Criminal Minds.

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Current Music: Gavn Rossdale

i don't want to ride the milk train any more Nov. 11th, 2009 @ 09:14 pm
[info]matociquala
Climbed again. Five routes--three on the slab (two new and unrated, but 5.8 or so, I think--one had a tricky trick to it--and one 5.8 I've done before.) and that 5.8 from before. I also did a 5.6 that's reliably easy to practice my footwork on.

And now I have come home and my wrists are killing me, so I invented a drink.

I'm thinking of calling it a White Night, because it's a variant on the White Russian: cream, Chambord, and blueberry vodka.

Yes, I think I will make this again.
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November 11, 2009 Nov. 11th, 2009 @ 06:10 pm
[info]cmpriest

And now for the recent stats for the fabulous urban fantasy adventure about a neurotic vampire/thief and her wealthy blind client, now with Bonus! Cuban drag queen and military intrigue:

Project: Bloodshot
New Words Written: 2060 (meh)
Present Total Word Count: 70,032 words
Goal: 95,000 words by December 12





Things Accomplished in Fiction: Finally wrapped up that scene. It’s a good scene, and important — but it felt like it took forever to write. I’m sure I’ll get around to the revisions and decide it’s either (a). awesome, or (b). terrible and needs to be cut … but whatever. Sometimes you just have to write through these things, because there’s no pole-vaulting over them or tunneling under them.

Things Accomplished in Real Life: Day-job work; housework; important official correspondences exchanged; visited B&N forums to answer questions; did more prep for tomorrow night’s event; went to post office.

Reason for Stopping: Going to grab a bite to eat before Ellen comes over to do (yet more) prep work for tomorrow’s event. Then we’re going to jaunt out to the airport to pick up our friend Avionne and her husband Gordon, for they are flying in from Scotland to stay for a few days. In advance of having these folks in town and/or having other things eating my life, I think I’ll also try to sneak in some more day-job work, to keep my head above water.

[Crossposted to/from my website. If you'd like to comment, you can do so either here or there.]
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Fabulous Bestseller News Nov. 11th, 2009 @ 06:40 pm
[info]varkat
Great news for Knight Agency Authors:

Rachel Caine for hitting #7 on the New York Times Children's Series bestseller list for her Morganville Vampires and debuting at #105 on the USA Today bestseller list for the latest, FADE OUT

Nalini Singh for htting #8 on the New York Times Mass Market bestseller list for BLAZE OF MEMORY

Don Piper and Cecil Murphey for passing their 3rd year on the New York Times list for 90 MINUTES IN HEAVEN

Go, team!!!



Kaylee with her new Busy Buddy toy Nov. 11th, 2009 @ 03:13 pm
[info]hal_obrien
The Busy Buddy is a toy that allows you to put kibble, snacks, or other treats inside. We picked this up at our local Mud Bay today.

Kaylee, Tinka, and me Nov. 11th, 2009 @ 03:11 pm
[info]hal_obrien

Kaylee, Tinka, and me
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Like the title says. Photo by [info]akirlu.

Okay, one more Veteran's Day post Nov. 11th, 2009 @ 04:46 pm
[info]eeknight
Mental Floss has a compilation of videos of dogs welcoming their deployed soldiers home.

http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/40324

If you can make it through three without tears pouring out of both eyes, you're a tougher nut than I.

Holiday = no work = nap. Nov. 11th, 2009 @ 04:45 pm
[info]genre_savvy
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Nov. 11th, 2009 @ 03:43 pm
[info]dsgood
Happy Birthday, coraa!!

Apologies to those whose birthdays I missed.

America safe once again! Nov. 11th, 2009 @ 12:28 pm
[info]nihilistic_kid
And as happened right after 9/11, Greeks are just a leeetle bit too swarthy for some:

TAMPA — Marine reservist Jasen Bruce was getting clothes out of the trunk of his car Monday evening when a bearded man in a robe approached him.

That man, a Greek Orthodox priest named Father Alexios Marakis, speaks little English and was lost, police said. He wanted directions.

What the priest got instead, police say, was a tire iron to the head. Then he was chased for three blocks and pinned to the ground — as the Marine kept a 911 operator on the phone, saying he had captured a terrorist.


I could see the poor guy's confusion, especially after Fort Hood. I mean that guy Hasan was wearing a thick beard and a black robe when he was supposed to have opened fire on all those soldiers, right?



No wait, he was clean-shaven and in military dress! My God, terrorists are dressing just like soldiers now! Be on the look out, tire irons ready, for anyone with no beard and some sort of green uniform! (Be careful though, these people tend to be armed and somewhat unpredictable.)


On the plus side, Marakis forgave his attacker, citing the Bible. And it's true; if you ever just want to totally wale on a priest for an hour or two, pick a Greek one. Watch out for the little old ladies of the Philoptochos Society though. They don't play, and they always roll at least nine deep.

And now for something not so very different. Nov. 11th, 2009 @ 11:39 am
[info]pecunium
A small retrospective, in pictures. I'll post a few, and cut the rest.

None of these are new, but I don't think I've posted all of them.

Holding the Bridge
Guys I was in Scotland with, Brits, and Canadians.

Into the mist
Humping the hills.

per Eric
Per-Eric Estjes, talking shop in Ukraine. His last hurrah.

Concertina
Far, far from home.

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