It’s the 16th, and that means I’m posting over at SF Novelists, this time about my decision to leave grad school.

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Also, I did find another review of Midnight Never Come recently. That’s right, folks, I’ve been Klausnered.

I knew it was coming sooner or later. What fascinates me is that her review reads kind of as if she cribbed it from the Publishers Weekly review. (Only less grammatical.) The resemblance isn’t overwhelming, but the structure of the two is very similar.

What’s that you say? You want me to link to it? I’m not going to, for the simple reason that, while it’s hardly the most spoiler-ridden review Harriet Klausner has produced, it does say a few things I’d rather it didn’t. Take my word for it: she doesn’t say anything in particular that you haven’t heard elsewhere, with better grammar.

Want one of the last few?

Your challenge is this: give me a creative reason why I should mail you one of my last few ARCs of Midnight Never Come.

And I do mean creative. None of this “’cause I really want to read it” stuff; tell me how, if you have an ARC, you will leverage it for Total World Domination. Or how your kitten is being driven mad by alien implants in her brain and only this book can save her. Bonus points for plausible logic, even if it’s entirely nonsensical in its premises.

(I’m looking forward to these answers.)

One or more of those who amuse me the most will get an ARC mailed to them next week. You have until Friday to post your answers here, or e-mail them to marie dot brennan at gmail dot com.

::squeak::

Don’t ask me why I got the UK version first — but ten copies of Midnight Never Come just showed up on my doorstep.

<happy squeak>

I am ever-so-faintly sad that my copy-editor’s diligent work in Americanizing my spellings was ported over without change; I’d love to see the UK editions of these books carry British spellings. (My natural state, for the record, is neither fish nor fowl — colour but favorite; theatre but center. And grey. Always grey.)

On the other hand, they managed to slip through an incredibly last-minute change I asked for, that they would have every right to deny. So I’m grateful for that.

Fifty-six days and counting . . . .

I really am this bad

You know what happens when I post two research book reports in one day?

I get into the sort of mood where I’m genuinely excited to discover that all the minutes of the House of Commons from the seventeenth century are available online. And that the IU Library has a book that lists seven hundred years’ worth of the aldermen of the City of London.

The sad thing is, I do have a life. And this is it.

AAL Book Report: London Wall Through Eighteen Centuries

I know, I’m posteriffic today. But I’m finally making visible progress on research, so you get book reports.

This particular item, published in 1937, is apparently the most recent — nay, the only — useful resource out there for information about the Roman and medieval city wall. Which seems bizarre, but hey. It’s jointly written by Walter G. Bell, F. Cottrill, and Charles Spon, who took it in turns to write about the wall in various periods, from its first construction by the Romans to its demoltion through the eighteenth, nineteenth, and twentieth centuries.

The archaeologist in me alternately cringes and giggles at the gimpiness of 1930s research methods and the unapologetically patriotic tone of the writing, but it does provide me with a great deal of handy information, both for this and later books.

So for the 0.00001% of you who might need to know about the London Wall in excruciating detail, this is your book. (Unless the folks at the Museum of London are wrong, and there’s a better one out there I could have been reading.)

novel meme

A variety of people are doing this as a quasi-meme thing, apropos of a discussion about writers selling or not selling their first novels, and which ones are the first ones to sell. So here’s my own litany of the books I’ve written.

0. Attempted Vervain Novel — this happened around 1996 or so, give or take a year. It’s the first time I recall deciding I was going to finish a novel. I failed, for a variety of reasons, one of which was that I didn’t realize the pace I had set for myself was way too high, and thus my non-outlining self wrote itself into a corner. The setting and characters, however, may still yet see the light of day . . . eventually.

1. The Novel Formerly Known as Shadow of the Sidhe — currently languishing under the less-than-inspiring replacement title Emerald and Gold. Concept formed circa 1997; first draft completed October 1999. Substantially rewritten in fall 2001, maybe winter 2002. Near-future urban fantasy, set at college. I wrote it while at college, but the setting actually came to me in high school, for which I blame Pamela Dean’s Tam Lin. Unsold, but I have every intention of seeing it in print someday, along with the two sequels I want to write.

2. Doppelganger — soon to be retitled Warrior. Concept formed circa 1997 (around the same time as #1); first draft completed August 2000. My first novel sold, in 2004, as a part of a two-book deal with the then-untitled Warrior and Witch. Published April 2006. I conciously conceived of it as my attempt at a more complex plot, hence the two-protagonist structure (which has ended up a pattern with me). Written as stand-alone, but since both this and #1 end with a major change in the world, it wasn’t hard to spin out consequences for a sequel.

3. The Kestori Hawks — concept formed circa 1998 or 1999, I think; first draft completed Feb. 2001. The base idea was supposed to be Robin Hood, but that kind of fell apart due to the main character’s complete reluctance to act in a heroic or even proactive fashion. It was supposed to be my attempt at more complex characterization, but unfortunately this led to Leonard drowning in his own trauma. I should have realized, when Eleanor and Luke started hijacking the plot for its own good, that the book needed a good re-thinking. Currently trunked, and likely to stay that way.

4. Sunlight and Storm — concept formed summer 2000; first draft completed August 2001. Fantasy western. My initial attempt was a flaming disaster, so I rewrote it practically from scratch in fall 2001 or winter 2002. (Basically I can’t remember which I rewrote first, Novel #1 or this one.) Second draft is better, but I’d need to give it a third go before I try to sell it, this time with extra helpings of western research. I’d like to do that someday, but it won’t be any time soon.

5. The Vengeance of Trees — idea staged a mental coup d’etat March 2002; first draft completed May 2002. I was supposed to be writing Novel #6, not a quasi-Italian renaissance theatre fantasy. Apparently my subconscious had other plans. Unsold, but I really want to see this one in print eventually.

6. The Waking of Angantyr — concept formed fall 2001; first draft completed July 2003. The bastard child of my senior thesis on Viking weapons, this is a big ol’ revenge epic with berserkers and ghosts and blood magic and all that good stuff. As with #5, unsold, but I hope that will change.

7. Warrior and Witch — sold in 2004 with its prequel Doppelganger; first draft completed August 2005. Published October 2006. This was my first experience in selling a novel before it was written.

8. Midnight Never Come — contract signed in spring of 2006, but we didn’t settle on this being my next book until March 2007, at which point I cranked out a first draft by August. Elizabethan faerie spy fantasy, due out in June. The concept dates back to June 2006, when I ran my RPG Memento.

9. Super-Sekrit Projekt CHS — YA urban fantasy, currently being shopped around. First draft completed Feb. 2008.

Future stuff:

10. And Ashes Lie — second book for the 2006 contract, and a seventeenth-century sequel to MNC. English Civil War and Great Fire of London.

11. SSPCHS #2
12. SSPCHS #3 — ideally #9 will be sold as a trilogy, and then I can write the next two books.

13. Onyx Court #3
14. Onyx Court #4
15. Onyx Court #5 — I have potential ideas for three more Onyx Court books, though they are at present unsold. I’ll keep you updated on that.

For a while there during college I was averaging more than a book a year; if you count in the two rewrites, I think it goes up to about 1.7 a year. Which is encouraging, given my plans for my future. If I can manage that while joint-concentrating at Harvard, I can manage this, right?

AAL Book Report: A Monarch Transformed: Britain 1603-1714, Mark Kishlansky

This is the book I needed to read before Stone’s. If you’re looking for a clear, readable, narrative overview of seventeenth-century history, I’d definitely recommend this one. It starts with a pair of chapters on the social and political world throughout the period, then begins moving chronologically, separating the century into reasonably distinct segments for James I and VI, the Duke of Buckingham, Charles I, the start of the Civil War, the conclusion of the Civil War, the Commonwealth/Protectorate, and the Restoration. (It goes on from there, but I stopped in 1667; I might well come back and read the later chapters after this novel is done.) A few of Kishlansky’s break-points seem oddly chosen — why 1644 as a dividing line in the Civil War? — but divisions like that are always going to be a little arbitrary.

The political perspective seems, if anything, excessively moderate. I’m not sure if the contrast with Stone comes from the different times at which the authors were writing, their political inclinations, their theory backgrounds, or what, but Kishlansky appears reluctant to paint anybody in a noticeably negative light. Charles I doesn’t seem unreasonable, Cromwell seems like a patriot — hell, even Strafford comes across as not all that awful, when Stone made it sound like he was practically eating Irish babies with tartar sauce. Granted, Stone’s purpose was to trace the causes of the conflict, so he’s more likely to highlight the negatives, but still — Kishlansky might be a bit too forgiving.

But that’s okay. I came to this book hoping to understand what happened, and now I do. The result is that I finally have a tentative outline for which time periods And Ashes Lie will be covering. I call that a win.

more excerpt!

That’s right, folks; it’s time for another bit of Midnight Never Come. You can start at the beginning, or pick up with with the new material. There are two scenes posted, one introducing Deven, the other for Lune.

There will be one more addition to the excerpt before the book’s publication, and several other goodies of a different kind. Read and enjoy!

two important things

One is funny-important, the other is real-important.

Funny first: Uwe Boll has said he’ll stop making movies if a million people ask him to. Last I checked, we were up to 134,679. Spread the word.

Now the real: Joss Whedon posted an impassioned essay some time back, about the “honor killing” of Du’a Khalil Aswad, and the still-pervasive problem of misogyny and violence against women. This inspired a group of people to create the anthology Nothing But Red, a set of works responding to those issues. The color pdf is $5.95, and the b&w trade paperback $15.95, with profits going toward Equality Now. Spread the word about this, too. To quote Joss: “Because it’s no longer enough to be a decent person. It’s no longer enough to shake our heads and make concerned grimaces at the news. True enlightened activism is the only thing that can save humanity from itself.”

icon shoutout!

I need an icon. (Actually, moonandserpent needs an icon. But he’s sort of agreed that if I get him this icon, he’ll work on the book I want him to be writing. So, I need an icon.)

Can somebody hook me up with a Val-Kilmer-as-Doc-Holliday image with the text “I’ll be your huckleBRAAAIIINS . . . .”?

In other words, a Zombie Doc Holliday icon.

Surely someone on my friends list can produce such a thing.

Baby Writer Moment

I’ve had three pro author friends more established than me come into the comments thread on the last post to pat me on the head and reassure me that Kirkus Hates Everything. This does indeed help, as does the quoting from their reviews of Gene Wolfe’s work.

It was an odd little Baby Writer Moment, as I got educated in something new to me (namely, the general snarky disdain of Kirkus, which I had not been aware of before).

Our brains are weird things. Psychologists have apparently established that it takes on average fifteen or so pieces of praise to outweigh one negative response. (As I headed for bed, I started tallying up how many positive reactions I’ve gotten, to see where my personal balance sheet stands. <g> We’re up to roughly eleven, as I count it.) Certainly writer-brain seems to lend itself to mood swings that would get any normal person put on medication: the PW review had my subconscious convinced that my book would storm the world, sweeping all before it, for NONE CAN DENY ITS MAJESTY!!!! Then I read the Kirkus review and dropped straight into the Doldrums of I Suck, do not pass Go, do not collect your royalty check because there won’t be one.

(An exaggeration. The actual emotional reactions have been magnified slightly for the sake of imagery. But only slightly.)

If we were rational beings, this math would make more sense. But we aren’t, and it doesn’t.

Want some irony?

Poking around online, I discover that Barnes & Noble’s website actually lists the Kirkus review for MNC, which I didn’t realize had come out already.

I’m ending my day with one hell of a contrast:

A hardworking, sanitized Elizabethan backdrop frames a tortuously passive yarn populated by lifeless characters: Mediocre stuff at best.

It really just makes me boggle. Two people read a novel; one falls over praising it, while the other finds it a remedy for insomnia. Did they read the same book?

It’s hard to understand how radically subjective our reactions to things can be. You’d like to believe there’s some such thing as objective quality, that everybody can agree on the technical merits or flaws of something whether it’s to their taste or not . . . but the truth of the matter is that our reactions are often more informed by subtle factors of preference and mood and what we had for breakfast that morning than they are by any supposedly objective criteria.

And then you’re just tempted to throw your hands up in the air and say, screw it. There’s no such thing as quality, just taste, and you might as well throw darts at a board blindfolded; reactions will be just that scattershot, no matter what you do.

Then you have to sigh, shrug, and go back to working on your stories, in the belief that there is such a thing as quality, and you’ll achieve it (or at least get closer) if you just work hard enough. All the while knowing that some reviewers will fall over praising the result, and others will find it a remedy for insomnia, no matter what you do.

(Those, btw, are the closing lines of the review; I’m not quoting the full thing because the rest is just a summary of the plot, though without any terrible spoilers.)

Possibly the Best Monday Morning EVAR

If I have to be jolted awake by my alarm on a Monday morning when I don’t really want to be up yet . . .

. . . then this is the sort of thing I want waiting for me when I sit down at the computer:

Stunningly conceived and exquisitely achieved, this rich historical fantasy portrays the Elizabethan court 30 years into the reign of the Virgin Queen, often called Gloriana. Far below ground, her dark counterpart, heartless Invidiana, rules England’s fae. Brennan (Warrior and Witch) pairs handsome young courtier Michael Deven, an aspiring agent under spymaster Sir Francis Walsingham, with bewitching fae Lune, who attempts to avoid Invidiana’s wrath by infiltrating Walsingham’s network in mortal guise. History and fantasy blend seamlessly as Deven and Lune tread their precarious tightropes between loyalty and betrayal. Brennan’s myriad fantastical creations ring as true as her ear for Elizabethan and faerie dialogue. With intriguing flashbacks to historical events and a cast of deftly drawn characters both real and imagined, Brennan fleshes out the primal conflict of love and honor pitted against raging ambition and lust for power in a glittering age when mortals could well be such fools as to sell their souls forever.

That, folks, is (I believe) my first-ever Publisher’s Weekly review.

It’s starred. And the at the top of the SF/F/H section, too. (Page down if you’re looking for it in context; there’s no way to link directly to that graf.)

(It also happens to be the thing I had to redact from my earlier post; I didn’t realize I wasn’t supposed to mention it until the review itself came out. But I only knew the review would be good; I didn’t know what it said until this morning.)

So, yeah. A very nice thing to wake up to. Paired, as it happens, with an e-mail from a super-sekrit individual planning a different kind of interview for Midnight Never Come, who also loved the book. Did somebody declare today Ego-Stroking Monday and not tell me?

If I’m to be a sugar momma, I’d better act like one

It’s always pleasing when I sell a second story to a given market — proof that the first sale wasn’t a fluke. In this case, the folks buying another piece from me are the Intergalactic Medicine Show (who previously published “Lost Soul”), and the story they have purchased is “A Heretic by Degrees”.

For those who have been playing along at home: yes, that’s a Driftwood story, and the first one to sell. May many more follow in its wake!

Decision time.

Those of you who read kniedzw‘s journal have already heard the news, but for the rest of you: my husband’s employer filed for bankruptcy today, putting him out of a job.

This brings into the open something I’ve been considering for a good year, maybe more. Some of you have heard me talk about it, but I haven’t said anything publicly because, well, public = real. (LJ = real, apparently.) But forming an agreement with my anthropology adviser constitutes pretty real, I’d say, so I might as well bite the bullet and type the words.

I’m leaving graduate school.

Yeah. Um. I have a whole lot to say on this topic, but to spare people’s friends-lists, I’m putting it behind a cut.

A year’s worth of thinking, maybe more.

Temple of Suck

To hell with completeness’ sake; I should just institute a rule that I’m never watching Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom ever again, for any reason. Every time I watch the thing, it gets worse — and it’s not like it was good to start with.

Twenty-First Century Gods

First session of ninja_turbo‘s Scion game last night. It’s well-timed; in the week we tackle the subject of race in my spec fic writing class, I find myself playing in the most multiracial, globally diverse set of characters I’ve yet joined in an RPG. Not “diverse” as in “we’ve got an elf and a dwarf and a halfling;” as in, white folks are a minority in this group.

Scion, for those who don’t know, is a game about playing the child of a mortal and a god in the modern world. Several of us decided not to assume that the gods would only stick to their own ethnicity and near neighbors. As a result, we’ve got the Greco-Swedish raised-in-Jersey Scion of Hades, the Greco-Macedonian (!) raised-everywhere Scion of Hermes, the mixed-Native American western drifter Scion of Thunderbird, the half-British half-Japanese Aussie Scion of Susano-o, and my character, whose father is the Aztec god Xipe Totec and whose mother is as mestiza as they come — on one side a Brazilian mix of European and African and Native, on the other side Japanese, because she’s an unrecognized Scion herself, of a Japanese god I have yet to determine.

We worked out backgrounds that had several of our characters running into each other all over the globe, and the whole group came together for the first time in Rio de Janeiro. I fully expect this pattern to continue, since the premise of the campaign is that we’re all ascending to godhood in our own right. And it’s fitting that twenty-first century gods should be global in such fashion.

Also: yay gaming. Haven’t had enough time for that lately.

How It Works

I intend to pitch another Onyx Court book to my publisher, that would be set in the mid-eighteenth century and form . . . call it bookends, with And Ashes Lie. Either one stands on its own just fine, but they do form a pair.

I’m pondering that story in my off moments, even though it’s Not What I’m Writing Just Now. Come up with an idea. Elaborate the idea. Oooh! It would be fantastic to have Character A do this thing where they tell the guy thus-and-such, ’cause that would put a really nice twist on the idea.

Go away. Do other things. Ponder.

No, wait. Given what happened in MNC, it totally doesn’t make sense for Character A to have those lines. They’d never say ’em. But they’re good lines . . . .

Okay, so invent Character B. Duh.

Keep pondering. While doing other stuff.

So how does Character B get into the story? Who is Character B? (A problem for next book, dear . . . .)

No, no. A problem for this book. Because it would be so much better if Character B were a side person in AAL, and then became more important in the next one.

Ooh, good! Let’s remember that.

Ponder some more.

AHA! Yessss, my precious. Introduce Character B when Thing X happens. It illustrates that thing we wanted to do after MNC, and puts them on the board before their big important moment in the next book and stuff for the Victorian one, too! and oh yes this will do nicely.

Series writing is a new thing to me. Doppelganger got slightly revised to better support its sequel, and I’ve constructed a few closed-trilogy ideas, but this is the first time I’ve really gotten down into the guts of something conceived of as interlocking pieces, rather than as sections of a whole. Apparently this is how it works: your brain ricochets back and forth between different parts like the victim of a pinball machine, but every so often you hit something and rack up a few points, and then if you’re really lucky lights start flashing and bells start ringing (and then be sure your ball doesn’t slip past you out the bottom . . . .)

Pinball: my newest weird writing metaphor.