idea: good, timing: less optimal

Dear Whoever Puts the Inspiration Juice Into the Shower Water,

I appreciate it — I really do. But couldn’t you have waited to give me the opening paragraph to that Onyx Court story until after I was done revising this Onyx Court NOVEL?

Love,
A writer who was trying to stay focused

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On the bright side, now that I know this and “An Enquiry into the Causes” aren’t the same story, I can write this one without doing any particular research at all. I’ll have to look some details up, sure, but I’ve read the necessary books already.

It’s kind of refreshing, after Deeds of Men.

today is Thank Your Computer’s Processor Day

<pets the desktop computer>

You’ve been such a good little thing tonight. Hardly even complained at all. I promise I’ll do my very best never again to make you run not one but two massive astronomical simulation programs at the same time.

But because of your hard work, I now know that I have to rewrite one of the scenes in this book.

Er, thanks. I think.

Love,
Your Friendly Neighborhood OCD Novelist

ETA: P.S. Sorry. I lied about the “never again” thing. That’s what you get for being so cooperative.

Mark your calendars!

I’ve been given the go-ahead to announce a piece of delightful news: next year, I will be one of three Guests of Honor at the second annual Sirens Conference in Vail, Colorado. The theme will be “Faeries,” and my fellow GoHs will be Holly Black and <drumroll> Terri Windling.

Hoh. Lee. <faints before she can say the rest>

Sadly, I wasn’t able to attend this year (and my brother ended up scheduling his wedding for that weekend anyway), but judging by various con reports, this sounds like everything I love rolled up into one giant ball of awesome, and then dropped into a gorgeous location. Roundtables and salon-style discussions, a pleasant but not overwhelming degree of academicism, and a topic that’s focused enough to produce really great discussions, while broad enough not to limit things too much. It’s like ICFA plus.

I’m told they’ll have the website updated for next year’s conference on November 1st, so I’ll post a reminder then. In the meantime, the gist is that it will be October 7th-10th, Vail Cascade Resort and Spa, and I hope to see as many of you there as possible. It should be fabulous.

oh hey

It turns out today is the first anniversary of Beneath Ceaseless Skies — which I discovered when I, proud of the fact that I’d almost caught up with back issues, clicked onto their site and found not two but FOUR new stories awaiting me. Yes, folks, it’s a double issue, in celebration of their anniversary, and I’m busy enough between now and when I leave for India that I’m going to come back to find myself almost as far behind as I was before. Oh woe!

Also, it seems they’ve added e-book formats to the usual web publication and audio podcasting. So if you have an e-reader, you can download their content as a PDF or Mobipocket PRC file. Which is nice and convenient.

Anyway, congrats to editor Scott Andrews on making it through a full year, with great fiction every two weeks like clockwork. That’s a hell of an achievement, in the world of web magazines.

GOD DAMN IT.

Or rather, God damn Edmond Halley. No, I really mean it this time. It turns out that one of my research books — one I’ve only been dipping into for pieces of information, rather than reading cover-to-cover — contains, squirreled away in one of its corners, the tidbit I searched handwritten Royal Society minutes in vain for.

Because I was looking in 1705. I didn’t think to ask for the minutes from freaking 1696.

Which turns out to be when Halley first said, “Oh hey, I think cometary orbits are ellipses, and the one we saw in 1682 is the one from 1607, with a period of about 75 years.”

Now, the minutes (as quoted in this book) don’t say whether he then did the basic arithmetic necessary to guess that the 1682 comet would be coming back in the mid-eighteenth century. But you have to figure he did. Which means this bastard came up with that theory nine years earlier than I thought.

Which leaves me with a choice: either I can take out all the references to the fae learning about this problem in 1705, rewrite Irrith’s personal history and the political history of the Onyx Court in a fashion that compensates for the breakup of a certain constellation of events that occurred in the opening years of the eighteenth century, and give up on the cameo appearance by Isaac Newton that I just wrote tonight . . .

. . . or I can remember that, hey, I’ve already said they learned about this from a seer, and then handwave a reason why she didn’t get that vision until Halley got around to publishing his ideas.

Guess which one I’m going to choose.

also

I would like to take this moment to damn Edmond Halley for publishing his Astronomiæ cometicæ synopsis three months before he presented on that topic at the Royal Society. Because of him, I’m having to rewrite this prologue (originally drafted as part of my submission packet for the book, i.e. before I really did my research), and it’s just annoying. Why couldn’t he have had a nice rousing argument at a Society meeting first?

census

There are at least 110 named characters in A Star Shall Fall, counting dead people who get mentioned in passing.

Oh, wait — 111. I forgot about Reginn. And Fafnir, so that’s 112.

Now begins the task of determining which ones deserve to be in the Dramatis Personae. Not all of them, certainly. But where to draw the line? That is, as always, the question.

a few bits of linky

The Mermaid’s Madness is out! This is the sequel to The Stepsister Scheme, which was a fun, Charlie’s Angels-ish take on the world of fairy tales, with Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, and Snow White teaming up to save the kingdom. I’ve been looking forward to seeing the story go on, since I’m a big sucker for that kind of thing. But I’m not allowed to buy the book until I finish my own revisions (which I hope to do before I leave for India next week), so you all should go buy it now to make up for my own delay.

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I posted a while back about Save the Dragons, a crowdfunded novel whose proceeds are going toward paying the quarantine costs for the author’s pets, a group of rescue cats and dogs he does not want to abandon when his family emigrates to Australia. That’s made good progress so far, but he needs to pull together the remaining money by Christmas, so if you can spare him a few bucks, please do.

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Looks like the Dell Award has a spiffy new webpage! This was the Isaac Asimov Award for Undergraduate Excellence in Science Fiction and Fantasy Writing back when I won it; the name has changed, but the mission has not. If you’re an undergraduate, or a recent graduate (i.e. you left college last spring), you’re eligible to submit short stories. If you’re neither of these, but you know some college-age SF/F short story writers, pass the word along. It’s a great award, and I would recommend it even if I hadn’t won.

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A review of the second issue of Heroic Fantasy Quarterly. In discussing “The Waking of Angantyr,” the reviewer says “A piece of heroic fantasy starring a woman is a nice surprise.” Even after twenty-some-odd Sword and Sorceress anthologies, heroines are still enough of a rarity in that subgenre that they’re worthy of comment. I bring this up because it would warm the cockles of my heart to see HFQ get a slew of good stories with female protagonists, so that we can take another little step towards a world where characters like Hervor aren’t unexpected.

bounced e-mail — do you know the recipient?

Back in August, I got an e-mail from an individual with the initials GH (not sure if he wants his name shared publicly) who offered assistance in translating some bits of dialogue from this book into German. I just tried to get back in touch with him, and the e-mail bounced, saying the recipient domain rejected it. If you are the one who passed my request along to GH, could you drop me an e-mail or LJ message and help me contact him?

Ten years (and a day).

On October 4th, 1999, I finished my first novel.

(And I would have posted about it yesterday, but the wedding weekend left me way too zombified for anything of the sort.)

It wasn’t the first one I started — for a long time the only thing I wrote was “unfinished novels” — but it was the first one where I managed to connect my random scenes into something like a narrative thread, and then put a beginning on that thread, and then carry it through to the end. 117K or so in its stocking feet, and very nearly the first story of any kind I’d ever completed; certainly it was the longest by an order of magnitude.

In the ten years since then, I’ve written ten more novels and sold six. I’ve also gotten the knack of short stories, for a total of fifty-two written and twenty-six sold; flash, nineteen written and seventeen sold; even two novellas and one novelette. My first two novels are published in Germany, and will be published in France, and I’ve won a couple of contest awards and honorable mentions in year’s best anthologies.

Not bad for ten years. I’ll do my best to top it in the next ten. 🙂

more squishiness

My (elder and only) brother got married on Saturday, to a woman who is very literally kickass — as in, she’s one of the sensei at the dojo kniedzw and I go to.

Many congratulations to them both.

a bit late, but whatever

It turns out October 1st was Support Our Zines Day. So it’s appropriate, I guess, that (all unknowing) I posted about “The Waking of Angantyr” going live at Heroic Fantasy Quarterly, and also about the return of the website for Beneath Ceaseless Skies.

In fact, it’s worth pointing out that I noticed the absence and return of the BCS site because I’d fallen behind on their stories. When I found myself with a little bit of spare time to read something, BCS was where I decided to spend that time. Unfortunately, the site was down, so I kept checking back until it returned. (And making sad faces in the meantime.)

Which made me realize that BCS is, hands down, my favorite magazine these days. Slipstreamy interstitial what-have-you is all well and good, but I loves me some secondary world fantasy, especially if it features a diversity of settings. I haven’t liked everything they’ve published, but they’re squarely in the mioddle of What I Want. So consider celebrating Support Our Zines Day a day late, and donating to BCS.

HELP NEEDED: 18th century dancing

Totally the wrong kind of dance in my icon there, but it’s the best I’ve got.

Does anyone out there know, or know someone who knows, how to dance a minuet? Or any other kind of mid-eighteenth-century dance, for that matter. The Wikipedia entry on the minuet step is incomprehensible to the layperson, since it was written in 1724, and while the videos it links to show me the basic step, they don’t give me any sense of the shape of the whole dance, and how one interacts with one’s partner.

In other words, it’s time to replace my bracketed placeholder descriptions in the scene where Galen’s dancing a minuet, and I need references to go by. Movie scenes that depict it correctly would also work; unfortunately, the closest I’ve been able to get is Regency dancing, and that isn’t the same.

Hellllllllllp!

Jim says it all — or at least 90% of it

Fellow author Jim C. Hines has posted on numerous occasions before about rape — its causes and consequences, our cultural attitudes surrounding it — based on his experiences as a rape counselor. It’s unsurprising, therefore, that he would post about the Polanski situation, and utterly demolish the various defenses on Polanski’s behalf.

(He does overlook the Hitler/Manson one. To which we can quote the comment thread: Your own victimhood doesn’t give you a right to make somebody else a victim.)

I don’t have much to add to that. Only an incomplete thought on what should happen now.

What do we stand to gain by imprisoning the man, or otherwise punishing him? There are three obvious possibilities. One is vengeance: make him suffer because he made someone else suffer. (No, thirty years of gilded exile as a well-respected filmmaker does not count as suffering. Not in my book.) But our justice system is, at least in theory, not about vengeance, and the victim — the one with the most claim to this angle — has said she doesn’t want it. Another is prevention: lock Polanski up so he can’t do this again. We’re a bit late, seeing as how he’s had thirty years plus in which to do it again, but there’s perhaps a faint bit of merit left in this one. The third angle, of course, is deterrence: we lock Polanski up so some other guy (whether a prominent filmmaker or not) will think twice before he drugs and rapes a thirteen-year-old. But it seems to be sadly true that prison-as-deterrence is not nearly so effective as you’d like to think.

I see a fourth angle, though, hiding in the shadow of deterrence, very similar but not quite the same. Call it principle. This is the bit where the community of the United States, and more specifically the state of California, as manifested in its criminal justice system, stands up and says very publicly that THIS IS NOT OKAY.

It is not okay to drug and rape a thirteen-year-old girl, over her continued and consistent protests. Even if you’ve had a bad life. Even if you thought she was older. Even if her mother shoved the kid at you. Even if you’ve made some art that people really like. It is also not okay to plead guilty and then flee before your sentencing. Even if you think the judge was going to be harsh. Even if you were afraid of going to jail. And if you do these things, you will suffer consequences.

It isn’t just about scaring the criminals off. It’s about teaching all the rest of society, all the ones who aren’t criminals, that these crimes are something they can and should do something about. It’s a lesson I fear too much of society still hasn’t learned, where rape is concerned, because we still hear all the usual defenses. She shouldn’t have gone there. She shouldn’t have trusted him. She shouldn’t have been wearing that dress, that makeup, those shoes. And you know, it isn’t that big a deal anyway, let’s feel some sympathy for the poor guy who raped her, because now he’s being blamed for what he did.

When the day comes that somebody like Polanski rapes a thirteen-year-old and nobody says “He thought she was older” as if it would have been okay for him to rape an eighteen-year-old, then I’ll feel like we’re making progress. And maybe then I’ll feel it’s okay to show him leniency after thirty years of escaping justice. Maybe. But we’re still light-years away from that, apparently.

In the meantime . . . I don’t know what’s the right punishment here. I find myself wondering what the penalty is for fleeing sentencing after you’ve pled guilty. It would make a good minimum to start with.

Before the day is over . . .

. . . I need to be squish-tastic and mention that this is my second anniversary. And my husband is still as awesome as he was when I married him. (Also as awesome as he was during the eight and a half years prior to our wedding — yeah, we took a long time to get married.)

(I don’t know how awesome he was before that. You’d have to ask other people.)

So yeah. Much love to kniedzw.

sale!

My Hel icon isn’t normally what I’d use for a story sale, being as how she’s not a very happy-looking goddess. But when the story in question is “The Waking of Angantyr,” based on an Old Norse poem of the same name, and the bastard child of my senior honors thesis on weapons in Viking Age Scandinavia . . . how could I use any icon but Hel?

So, yeah. “The Waking of Angantyr” has sold to the new magazine Heroic Fantasy Quarterly for (I think) their second issue. If berserker ghosts and cursed swords float your Viking longship, check it out when the story goes live.

you can’t know everything . . . though you wish you could

If I examine it logically, I’m aware that I know amounts ranging from “a little bit” to “rather large truckloads” about a whole lot of places and time periods. Ancient Rome, ancient Egypt, ancient China, Japan, Mesoamerica, India, Viking Age Scandinavia, the American frontier, etc.
And oh yeah, increasingly broad swaths of English history.

Sometimes, though, I go into fits over how much I don’t know.

This admission is brought to you mostly by my current reading on the Ottoman Empire, but also by seeing a preview for a documentary about Rudolf Kastner (who I’d never heard of before, despite him being Rather Important), and half a dozen other things reminding me that there are whole chunks of the world (like most of the southern hemisphere) about which I know almost nothing, whole centuries or even millenia in the areas I am familiar with about which ditto.

(And, of course, this little gap.)

What I know never really feels like enough. Even though I’m aware that I know more than your average bear. One of my favorite things about this job is that it gives me license to decide I really ought to learn more about Topic X; but the list of such topics actually goes from A to Z and then starts pillaging other alphabets for more. And a lifetime doesn’t feel like enough in which to learn it all. Which it probably isn’t.

Yes, folks, this is the kind of existential angst that occasionally plagues my mind. Tossing it out there because I suspect some of you feel the same way, from time to time. Consider this official commiseration space — or space to admit to similiarly half-logical forms of self-criticism. What things do you go into fits over?