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Publications to Date…

I had hoped to have more of a list by this point in time, but on reflection I think I’m actually quite pleased with where I’m at. It’s been a lot of very hard work to get here, and I’m starting to get the hang of this writing thing…

(I know I have a properly dated list around here somewhere, but I can’t find it right now; I’ll have to come back and update this post later.)

  • Alternations, Futures: Fire to Fly Magazine
  • Charon In Tahiti, Anotherealm.com
  • Mind Games, Alienskin.com
  • Secrets of the Sands, Mercury Retrograde Press
  • Guardians of the Desert, as prev.
  • Bells of the Kingdom, as prev. (Jan 2013)
  • Fires of the Desert, as prev. (April 2013)
  • Dragon Child, Galactic Creatures anthology (May 2012)
  • Silver and Iron, Sha’daa: PAWNS anthology (Nov. 2012)

I am currently working on refining a handful of short stories that tie in to the Mercury Retrograde Press novels, and I have a steampunk short story to get knocked out within the next couple of weeks, if the Muse–and the clock!–is kind to me. Short stories, for me, are rather like getting struck by lightning. I never know when I’ll be able to pull one off, and applying Butt In Chair almost always fails when I’m trying to develop a short story; either I wind up with garbage or I wind up with a fledgling novel. …

How do you handle writing a short story? Is it easier for you than a novel, or the other way ’round? Curious writers wanna know…. :)

 
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Posted by on November 2, 2012 in Uncategorized, Writing Fiction

 

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Dealing With Stress and Still Getting Stuff Done

I will frankly admit that I suck at this, spectacularly. In recent weeks I’ve done everything but hide under the bed in reaction to a rash of mega-stressful events popping up like malignant mushrooms in my life–and the only reason I didn’t do that is because my plushy posterior wouldn’t fit.

But I still got through the various Essentials Of Life, those being, in no particular order, laundry, going to the Outside Job, paying bills, visiting with friends, keeping up with emails, and eating solid meals at least once a day. Oh, and showers. Those happened, generally, just before the racing-out-the-door-to-the-Outside-Job sequence began.

Along the way I made myself laugh as much as possible. I went outside and blew bubbles and sang loudly to ridiculous songs. I practically saturdated myself in lavender essential oil in the evenings, imbibed massive amounts of acetomenophin and ibuprofin (not at the same time, of course!), took hot baths whenever I could (day or night), got my hair redone in a nice bright red shade with gold-orange accent strips, stocked up on dark chocolate and darker beer, and turned the ringer on my phone off every time I thought I could safely get away with Not Talking To People.

There’s a stack of Stuff Due A Week Ago on my desk that threatens to topple and injure me every time I sit down to it. But I’m okay with that. I tackle what I can tackle as I can tackle it, and I try not to scream at people who get in my way too much, and I think of all the stuff I’m grateful for whenever my mind is clear enough to allow for that.

And now I have something Really Good to look forward to: the ARCs of my next two books, Bells of the Kingdom and Fires of the Desert, will very soon be winging their way to my doorstep for proofing. And then I will squeeee and be ever so happy, because then, see, it’s going to be real. All the hard work and breakdowns and blowups and backward progress and revisions and rounds of editing and last minute “oooopses” will all be behind me, and I will hold, for a brief time, a beautiful, wonderful creation in my hands.

In case you haven’t seen it yet, here are the cover art images for each book:

Then I’ll have to send the bloody thing back to the publisher, of course–but hey! I’ll get the final version just a few short months afterwards, so I can wait.

Pass the lavender oil, would you…. ?

 
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Posted by on September 26, 2012 in Uncategorized, Writing Fiction

 

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Back on Track…

Recent posts seem to have wandered a bit off the writing-topic path, haven’t they? Let me steer things back to the proper route (although diversions are always fun, and have their place), and get on with talking about things writerly.

Most recently, I’ve been reading a book called “Verbatim”, which is a collection of articles from the long-running magazine Verbatim: The Language Quarterly. Published in 2001, it is in a few spots already showing its age, but it is tremendously interesting and amusing all the same. Laurance Urdang, long-time editor of the magazine, says: “It was always my hope that Verbatim would emerge as a breath of fresh air for that interested cadre of word lovers  who had been forced to endure Sunday-supplement curiosity collections and word puzzles levelled at six-year-olds.” I’d say, offhand, he succeded, if this collection of articles is anything to go by.

VerbatimThere is a refreshing lack of stuffiness in any book that starts out with an article on why “bad English” isn’t the end of civilization after all. “Nothing,” notes columnist (and Verbatim editor) Erin McKean, “is as irksome as to be forced (wearing a polite smile, rapidly souring to a grimace) to listen to someone’s tirade, rant, or polemic against ‘today’s English’.” He goes on to talk about the fluidity and evolution of language and how the “good English” being upheld by the purists today would more than likely clash terribly with the “good English” of even two hundred years ago.

I like these folks. Each article is absolutely fascinating, occasionally hilarious (as the one examining the odd reluctance of dictionaries to properly define “sexual intercourse” and the entry on American place names). The article I just finished reading, “English as she is spoke”, talks about a guidebook to the English language written by a Portugese gentleman named Jose de Fonseca (who, unfortunately, spoke no actual English himself). I’d never heard of him before, but apparently he produced a phrase book that endures as a masterpiece of mistakes. It’s not just that the individual examples taken from this book are appallingly funny–they make me wince with recognition. I’ve long wondered just how the hell anyone learning English can learn such a horribly fractured form as to think that “In case FIRE, avert the boots”, to choose just one example from this article, is at all comprehensible. Understanding that “avert” is taken from avertir–French for warn and that boots is taken from an old nickname for hotel servants, makes the mistakes rather more understandable.

This article alone gives me a lot more tolerance for the fractured speech of some ESL folks, because I now truly understand that they are very probably teaching themselves, or being taught from, a book rather like Forseca’s (which was first published in 1855 and remains in print to this day, clearly labeled as a historical curiosity and amusement to avoid anyone actually trying to use it as a phrase book). Or they’re working from understandable misinterpretations such as the one noted above.

As a writer, articles like this are pure gold. Want to fracture up some speech in your books? This article practially maps out the process, as far as I’m concerned. Insert a Forseca-style guidebook into your fictional world and watch the fun start!

I could go through and rave about every article in here, but I’ll content myself with a blanket statement that for a writer, I suggest that this book–and checking out the Verbatim magazine itself–is an absolute necessity.

That latter option is a bit tricky, unfortunately; the founding father, Laurence Urdang, passed away in 2008; the last post on the website appears to be from December of that same year. The independant publisher, Stein & Day, who once distributed the print magazine, went out of business in the late 1980s. I see no further trace of the magazine; there are two Verbatims listed on Facebook, but one is a law review journal and the other an odd lit-mag type of thing. A quick Google search yields no announcements that the magazine has folded; it appears to have merely stopped midstream, as it were. So if someone out there knows whether the magazine is still viable, I’d love to get my hands on a subscription, belated as that desire may be; and if someone happens to have a trove of back issues, I would be deeply grateful to get my hands on those!

In the meanwhile, I suggest picking up a copy of this book. It’s fantastic–and I don’t say that often or lightly, as those readers familiar with my reviews at Green Man Review and the Sleeping Hedgehog already know well. :)

Now–on to the next, and to all a good read! ;-p

 

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Busy, Busy Blogger

Hey! I’ve been doing a great job on having blog posts lined up ahead of time lately. Patting myself on the back here… and for those of you now yet subscribed to the feed, here’s a brief recap of what you may have missed:

I started off the New Year with a Thank You to all the wonderful folks who’ve been keeping me steady and moving forward; told a tale of two silences; discovered a really good group of writers in Norfolk, VA; talked about being a slutty writer; looked at taking an idea from concept to creation; discussed anger management; looked at what it means to me to be a star; regrouped from recent events and documented it in a series of posts that start here; talked about how to show emotion in one’s writing; talked about POV vs. Perception; tackled the question of gender dysfunction in fiction writing (and made my readers answer it!); and talked about writing with joy and eating whales.

Quite the list, and I left off as much as I’ve mentioned. I think I’ll go take a nap now… I’ve earned it!

 
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Posted by on June 10, 2012 in Writing Fiction, Writing Non-Fiction

 

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Forget About It For A Day…

You know what? I’m sick of writing about writing. I’m sick of reading about writing. I barely glance through my formerly favorite writing blogs, skimming without even really reading the words. I delete newsletters unread. I refuse to follow links to those fabulous discussions about writing that always seem to be popping up on Facebook. Those awesomely funny writing-joke pictures make me roll my eyes.

Every time I do slow down to read something about writing, I find myself doubtful and anxious: does this mean I’m doing it wrong? Is this mistake they’re talking about endemic to my own writing? Have I totally hosed it all up and I should just go work at McDonald’s?

Sooooo maaaaaaany opinions. Sooooooo maaaaaaany articles. And blogs. And discussions, and web sites, and books, and… and… yeah. So you know what? Just for today–I quit. I’m going off to sit in the sun, or walk in the rain, and have a day filled with a life that has nothing at all to do with writing. I’m going to enjoy a cup of coffee without a notebook near to hand; I’m going to drive down a long winding road without thinking about the current novel in progress. I’m going to call someone I haven’t talked to for a while and not discuss my life or career at all.

Want to play? Pick out a “forget it day” on the calendar, mark it off with a big bright indelible marker, and don’t let anything–not deadlines, not inlaws, not kids, dogs, or the Zombie Apocalypse–get in the way of that day.

I’ll see you out on the beach–and I promise not to talk about writing at all. :)

 
 

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