how scary is this business?

Word is in from matociquala (author Elizabeth Bear) that a clerical error, made when her most recent novel Ink and Steel was put into one major distribution system, may be the reason why it isn’t showing up in a lot of bookstores, nor in their computers when booksellers search for it by her name or the title.

Which is threatening to kill the series, because unsurprisingly, when your book isn’t there, and isn’t easily findable in the system, your sales figures don’t look too good.

First of all — god, that’s scary. Somebody types something in wrong, and there goes your book. The situation may be salvageable, but right now, things aren’t going well.

So the other purpose of this post (besides saying what is wrong with our industry?) is to make a quick rec for the book. I’ve been too busy to keep up with my website recommendations, and I’m slated to write a proper review of I&S and its second half Hell and Earth in a little while, but a decent number of people reading this journal would probably be interested in her novel. How do I know this? Because this is, as she said in her comment on my book, the summer of the Volcano Asteroid Impact Alarmingly Well-Researched Elizabethan Faerie Novel. Ink and Steel takes place three years after Midnight Never Come, with a different selection of historical figures (we only overlap in a few small places), but it, too, has faeries and espionage in the streets of London. And if you’re reluctant to pick it up knowing it’s only the first half of a very large novel, Hell and Earth is coming out next month, so you don’t have long to wait.

If that appeals, then, go now — not later; there may not be a later — to your bookstore and check for it on the shelves. If it isn’t there, ask for them to order it. And if they can’t find it in their system, give them the ISBN (978-0451462091), since that’s the only way to get around the error. (Also think about looking for the earlier books in the series — earlier in terms of publication date, that is. Blood and Iron and Whiskey and Water are set in the modern period, and you may be able to find them in trade paper still, or mass-market paperback where B&I is concerned. I recommended that one here.)

You may have no trouble at all; it may be on the shelves. But if not, please consider putting in the extra effort. It’s a good book, very full of plot and characterization and faerie lore, and I’d hate to see it killed by a clerical error.

insights from a conversation with Khet

MOLOKOV: The man is utterly mad! You’re playing a lunatic.

THE RUSSIAN: That’s the problem: he’s a brilliant lunatic. You can’t tell which way he’ll jump. Like his game, he’s impossible to analyze. You can’t dissect him, predict him — which of course means he’s not a lunatic at all.

–from the musical Chess

The Joker is a lunatic, of course, but that quote came to mind while khet_tcheba and I were discussing why Heath Ledger’s take on the character was so disturbing. And it made me realize that you can’t triumph over his Joker: you can capture him, or you can thwart his plan, but you will never get the satisfaction of a psychological victory. There is absolutely nothing you can do that will make him react with real chagrin and acknowledge that you have bested him, not because he’s too egotistical to admit his own defeat, but because he’s too chaotic; defeat can only happen if he’s invested in a particular outcome. And he isn’t. Anything you do, or don’t do, is equally amusing to him, equally a demonstration of the chaos and meaninglessness he sees.

. . . and that’s creepy.

boom!

1410 tonight. It’s hard to stop at quota when you’re about to blow up one of the conventions of faerie fantasy.

Whee!

Word count: 53,379
LBR tally: Rhetoric, finishing off yesterday’s scene, followed by impending blood.
Authorial sadism: Finding your blind spot. Then realizing how long it’s been there.

Non-spoilery review of The Dark Knight:

I didn’t think it was possible to make Batman Begins look flimsy and slight, but they may just have managed it.

Jeebus. My head hurts. In a good way.

status of fiery things

Amazon UK has an item listed called Midnight Never Come: And Ashes Lie: Bk. 2, which apparently is 384 pages long and coming out next June.

I would like to know where they buy their crack.

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Apropos of that, though — today my editor gave the go-ahead for this book to be longer than the last one, because I feel like I’m short-changing my own story, trying to cram it in too small of a sack. The pros reading this will have already leapt ahead to the immediate corollary concern, which is what that means for my deadline. Answer? Heck if I know. I intend to still make it.

I’d better, if the book is supposed to be out by June 4th . . . but they’ll have to shrink the typeface to get it on 384 pages.

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Also, I just spent ten minutes wandering around my house trying to find the reference book I needed. That’s the Royal Exchange, that’s Pride’s Purge, that’s Whitehall, that’s the wrong book on Westminster . . . . I think one of the next packing stages will be clearing off the bottom shelf of my research bookcase and letting these books just annex it already, because the piles around the house are getting stupid.

Mush!

Jeebus.

Today I got started working before five, and knocked out about 1400; then, against my better judgment (I know that slow and steady wins the race), I came back for a second sitting. 2,458 today — and all before midnight! The first overrun was excusable; I mean, I was three paragraphs away from Jack finally making his entrance. I’ve been looking forward to him all book. But did I really need to write the rest of that scene today? No. (Not to mention it’s a stupidly long scene. Though heck if I know how I can trim it. The tree may have to go away. <sad face>)

I am, however, being vindicated in my decision not to work on revising the earlier parts yet. As I suspected, I am getting to know Antony much better in this part, which will benefit me in the revision. Apparently he’s one of those guys who accomplishes more the less you give him to work with. Who knew?

Word count: 50521. That landmark is the other reason for the overrun.
LBR tally: 2,458 words of nearly pure rhetoric.
Authorial sadism: You know what happens when you give somebody a young son in Part I? They’re all growed up by Part III, is what.

dude, it’s still light out.

It isn’t even 8 p.m., and I’ve already done my writing for the day. Because I just felt like doing it, instead of reading or whatever.

That’s a nice feeling, and not one I’ve had much of lately.

(Mind you, the desire was born of pure sadism. Last night I started an Antony scene that I’ve been dying to write, because it’s just so mean.)

Word count: 48090
LBR tally: Blood, of the metaphysical kind.
Authorial sadism: I’ve had enough time to think through the consequences of some of the things I’ve established in this and the previous book. Much to Antony’s detriment.

Dangit — I forgot to post a last reminder about before bidding closed. But thank you to everybody who offered or bid for something, or just spread the word; turns out it raised over ten thousand dollars, all told.

Not bad for a little online fandom effort.

a funny thought

So I’m reading Neil Gaiman’s journal, and he mentions that he’s friends with Jane Yolen, and I think oh my god, he’s friends with JANE YOLEN. Which is more or less the reaction I get any time I see/hear somebody mentioning their friendship with someone I consider to be a Big Name. (It still takes a while to sink in that Big Names are ordinary people, too.)

Sometimes we dream of striking up a friendship — a real, honest-to-god, going to their place for dinner kind of friendship — with the luminaries of our fields. But out of nowhere, my brain pointed out to me that what’s really boggling is, thirty years from now, we will have those friendships . . . because some of the people who are real, honest-to-god, going to their place for dinner kinds of friends of ours right now will have become the Big Names of the field.

And for some reason that really made my head spin around for a moment.

Which is to say, all y’all newbies and neopros I call friends these days? I’m TOTALLY name-dropping you once you’re famous.

I’d almost call it professional, if it weren’t for his earlier behavior.

The Minneapolis trip derailed me from posting in a more timely fashion about William Sanders of Helix, who made offensively racist comments in a rejection letter (thus sparking ickiness elsewhere), and subsequently responded rudely to yhlee when she asked for her story to be removed from the Helix archives — but if you’ve missed the storm about this one, follow those links and you’ll get the gist.

The purpose of this post is to spread the word that Sanders will be accepting requests for removal from the archives for a limited time only. I can actually understand that — though it would be nice if he specified an actual time limit — because it’s annoying to have to field those kinds of things, and technically the Helix contract (I am told) grants him the right to keep it non-exclusively in the archives.

On the other hand, any tiny modicum of professionalism exhibited in that message (and it was small to begin with) was obliterated when he replaced yhlee‘s story with the message “Story deleted at author’s pantiwadulous request.”

So. Y’know. Helix apparently was invitation-only anyway, but it’s officially a place I don’t want to be invited to.

ETA: Nevermind. Scratch anything positive I said or even implied about his decision to confine deletion requests to a narrow window. He’s apparently decided to charge forty bucks to any author asking for their story to be pulled down on account of his recent behavior.

two-fifths.

Sweet gibbering monkeys, I thought Part Two would never end. 2549 tonight, and I’ve been batting well over a thousand for a week now in an attempt to put paid to this thing before I go to Minneapolis.

Antony’s way over on word-count. It’s his fault Part Two is over quota. But that’s a problem to fix in revision — somehow.

It came so very very close to “rocks fall, everyone dies” tonight. Or at least one character dying. But dropping the ceiling on him would have raised the question of why all the problems couldn’t be taken care of that way, so I had to use another method.

Two dead people in the first part; three in this one. (And one in the Prologue.) Will the number keep going up?

Word count: 45767
LBR tally: Blood. Blood, blood, and more blood.
Authorial sadism: This is one of those “all of it” moments.

bonus Friday roundup

Normally I would wait until I have a few more things to post, but two of these, fresh as of today, are the ones I was waiting for before, so what the heck.

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I’m today’s Big Idea over on John Scalzi’s blog “Whatever.” It’s a feature he runs, where authors lay out what story/setting/conflict seed they started with, and how it developed during the course of writing.

Also, Fantasy Book Critic has posted the world’s most in-depth interview with me. The Midnight Never Come-related parts are probably familiar to those who have seen or heard me talk about it before, but Robert asked a lot of other questions pertaining to academia, short fiction, the future of publishing, and more.

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In more review-like territory, I made yhlee cry. (In a good way.)

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There will, I think, be an awesome piece of news to relate soon, but that’s still sitting in the box of Things For A Later Post.

Number One Piece of Advice for Beginning Writers:

Hit “save” every single time you pause to consider your next word.

Because you never know when the power is going to blow for no reason whatsoever and lose your unsaved work.

This message has been brought to you by “gee, I’m glad I established that habit years ago” and a novel of which I have lost not one word.

another tick in the odometer

1565 tonight; the previous two days have been 1415 and 1885. I may not get to write this weekend — short-notice trip to Minneapolis — so I’m letting myself charge ahead a bit, building up a surplus. I can miss two days and still be on schedule.

I would have stopped at 1259, but that put me just short of 40K. And we all know how I respond to seeing landmarks so very, very close.

Word count: 40,235
LBR tally: We all know what happens when rhetoric fails.
Authorial sadism: Failing. Lots. And not getting your final chance to speak.

your morning Midnight round-up

The major purpose of this is to say that Orbit has announced the winners of the website competition. (If you are one, I think they’ve notified you by now, but everyone else may not have heard.) Thanks to everyone who participated, and I hope you had fun!

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Review time:

juushika was not a fan of the flashbacks, and found the characters a bit underdeveloped, but liked the book overall.

Two people in Italy also seem to be saying nice things about it, as near as I can tell from Babelfish and my own limited command of the Romance language family. (Hey, people in Italy — keep talking about it! Then maybe I can make a translation sale there.)

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Brief quasi-interview piece on Sci Fi Wire, the Sci Fi Channel’s news service. John Joseph Adams (better known to some of you as the slush reader for F&SF) interviewed me, then compiled my answers into something more like an article.

There should be a few more coming in the nearish future, too — but I want to clear these tabs, so here’s this stuff, and I’ll post again when the other things happen.

more adventures with the OED

Dammit. “Idealist” is an anachronistic word for the period, and in its earliest usage, it referred to a specific philosophy. “Optimist” is also out-of-period. “Utopian” is not, but it doesn’t mean quite the same thing as “idealist,” and that’s the word I really want.

The answer to this, of course, is to say “to hell with the OED” and use the word anyway. I doubt anyone not reading this journal would ever notice the word in the novel and think, that’s anachronistic. But having established this principle in my prose, I’m remarkably unwilling to surrender it.

Maybe this will be the corollary to the use of “medieval” in Midnight Never Come. There just wasn’t a word in use back then that efficiently conveyed the period I was trying to reference, so I finally gave up and used it.

Yes, I do obsess this much. But most of you are not surprised. Those who are, are probably new to this journal.

no assassination today

Dear Readers of My Previous Entry,

Sorry, but the assassination attempt has been called on account of a) that scene doing enough other things already and b) me realizing what an idiotic tactical move it would be on the part of the would-be assassins. And since I want them to look tactically smart a little while later, it’s better to leave the targeted character alone.

But I wrote 1885 words tonight so I could finish that scene off and get through the bulk of an extremely pivotal scene following, so I promise you, there will be interesting things in its stead.

The principle quoted yesterday still holds, though.

Word count: 37118. I have a little less than five thousand words in which to do WAY TOO MUCH, and then Part II ends.
LBR tally: Rhetoric, with 100% chance of blood in the next few days.
Authorial sadism: Being given a chance to achieve the thing you really really want.

uh . . . .

A sentence that really did just come out of my mouth:

“When in doubt, throw in an assassination attempt.”

Next year, when y’all are reading this book, and somebody tries to kill a character partway through Part II, you’ll know why: the rest of my plans for the scene just weren’t entertaining me enough.