Being a retelling of the fairy tale of the same name. Note that the original German name is not even the same one as Snow White -- they are in different dialects.
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Originally published at Cassie Alexander. You can comment here or there.
So if you remember a few weeks ago I was peeved about someone complaining about having to work a job because their poetry career was thus far unsuccessful. I was on ambien at the time, but even in retrospect, my peeve still holds. Poets don’t make much (if any) money, and…yeah. The most depressing conversation I’ve ever had in my writing life was with someone who was getting their masters in poetry. I love poems! But they’re not a viable paying health-insurance providing career path, no matter how thoroughly one dedicates oneself to the artform.
So I decided to approach the Billfold after that and offered to write some articles about what it’s like to be a working writer, and the first one went live today — The Jobs I Had Before Getting My Novel Published — which sort of makes it sound like I’m not working anymore, but as you all know, I most certainly am, ha.
So if you ever wondered if you could hold down a job or a bad job or a succession of the two while writing, you can. It sucks — it totally, utterly sucks — but you so can.
I didn’t really examine in that piece how lucky I was to have already done most of the prereqs for nursing school on accident in college part one — or how lucky I am that my determination not to have kids means that I have a lot more free time available to me than most people. (Then again, most people don’t go into life knowing that they’d rather write than parent, ha.)
Anyhow — a lot of those bad jobs made me want to write more. I viewed each next book as the ticket out of that job and into a better one. While that didn’t go exactly as planned, I never got stagnant and bogged down, either — I knew I was working towards something bigger and more important to me. I still am — it’s always called the next book ;).
It was pointed out to me - quite forcefully, in fact - that this was small use to anyone else, or indeed to myself if I couldn't remember it. Other people, I was reminded, post theirs in public fora, to make the information accessible to others, with the possible notion of attracting a small, y'know, audience.
So okay, then. Here is my BayCon schedule:
1. Themed Reading: Urban Fantasy on Friday at 9:00 PM in Central
(with Kyle Aisteach, Pat MacEwen, Kevin Andrew Murphy, Jaymi Elford)
Authors read from their urban fantasy works.
2. Location, Location, Location -- Setting Your Story in an SF World on Saturday at 9:00 AM in San Tomas
(with Juliette Wade, Paul Carlson, Todd McCaffrey (M), Aaron Mason)
Your character has to live somewhere, and that somewhere needs to support the story. It's embarrassing to have a great scene all written involving bikini- or Speedo-dressed people, when they all live in the first permanent settlement on the Moon, and only landed yesterday....
3. How to Tell one Dragon from another on Sunday at 11:00 AM in San Tomas
(with Audrey Kiehtreiber (M), Irene Radford, Pat MacEwen)
Not all dragons are alike. Simple mistakes in taxonomy can be dangerous to your plot line or your health. In this panel we present dragons in history, myth, and folklore from Asia to New Age.
4. Themed Reading: Fantasy on Sunday at 9:00 PM in Alameda
(with Jenna M. Pitman, Pat MacEwen, David Friedman)
Come listen to authors read from their fantasy works.
...Apparently I have two separate readings, Friday and Sunday. I shall read two separate things. Y'all should definitely come to both. A panel is only a panel, but a good piece of work is a Smoke.
so I decided to look up the
MANTIS SHRIMP
and wow, it's a fearsome creature...and all the factoids mentioned in the song are mentioned in the Wiki, too!
I just want to know HOW it was determined that cavitation bubbles can contain temperatures up to a 1000 deg Kelvin...who does that kind of research, and what implements are used to do it? Anyone who has any clue...let me know...
- Current Mood:amazed
- Current Music:this!
A mix of awesome, misguided, and terrifying.
Annie's Downstairs Secret: Impressed by how well they worked on her pets' and her own teeth, Annie used Crest Whitestrips to brighten her toenails.
One of us thought this was something. And by one of us, I mean I don't remember if Devin, Jessica, or the lady who designs clothes and has a pet guinea pig had that thought, nor do I remember what they thought she looked like.
Drilling For Eggs: Green alligator flames dominate the foreground and a bright pink sky provides the backdrop for this disquieting depiction of a color-altered future in which eggs, a renewable resource, have replaced traditional hydrocarbon fuels. The artist is saying, in no uncertain terms, that unless we learn to conserve our priceless resources, the yolk will be on us.
Ferret in a Brothel: The anonymous painter of this work has inexplicably chosen to depict a ferret as a "lady of the evening" in a Victorian room featuring flowered wallpaper and luxurious velvet curtains. She wears only a long pearl necklace and gazes provocatively at the viewer as she dances unashamedly to the music playing on a vintage Victrola record player. The reversed eigth notes may hint at a secret meaning in the music being played backwards, e.g., "Paul is dead", or, more likely, a reflection of the artist's unfamiliarity with proper musical notation.
Chicken in the Kitchen: Returning home from a hard day at work, Super-Chicken finds dinner on the table. He is not amused.
Bruno: It is interesting to ponder the fate of the owner of the rucksack next to a Bengal tiger standing in shallow water. Had the noble beast eaten an average size man or woman, his belly would probably hang into, or at least skim, the puddle. It is probably safe to conclude that either the owner was a small child, or has abandoned the pack and is the object of Bruno's hungry, vaguely man-faced gaze.
Shot down!… Yeti Persists: Sublimating his rage after being spurned by a Russian woman, the artist represented himself as the legendary abominable snowman in a fearsome posed. Upon completing the self-portrait, he took it to an open field and shot it with a shotgun. The text translated from Russian reads, "You and me… and coffee?" This painting is an acknowledgement of the potentially painful consequence of rejection and shows the artist's resolve to continue reaching out to others. In his discussion of the piece, he alludes to "the frustration of being misunderstood, the questioning of identity, and the desperate need to be loved that could drive a yeti out of the woods and into cozy cafés."
Note, the photograph came out terrible. To sate you, here is a picture of Nina Eating Chips
Prosthetic Claw: Inspired by the film Jurassic Park, many have speculated about the possibility of using traces of fossilized dinosaur DNA to produce a living Tyrannosaurus rex. Advances in cell-engineering techniques have led others to speculate about the possibility of using stem cells to grow human tissue. One scientist, Dr. Jose Cibelli, went so far as to secretly clone his own DNA inside a cow egg.
Prosthetic Claw portrays the unexpected results in this ethical boundary-stretching field of interspecies cloning. The central figure's immaculate white shoe contrasts with the grotesquely poor grooming of the hand, which is depicted in a universally understood gesture. The artist seems to be saying that these experiments will result in a giant "goose egg". The heavy-handed image is marred by a clumsily executed background of straight-from-the-tube oil paint colors that have become all too familiar to the MOBA curatorial staff.
Birdbrain: Unlike the sacrificial canaries in a coal mine, the seagulls in this metaphorical painting are free to leave when they sense conditions are deteriorating.
Woman Riding Crustacean: Possibly inspired by Debra Winger riding a mechanical bull in Urban Cowboy (1980), this image of what appears to be a blow-up doll mounted atop a giant lobster looks unfinished. It may be a study for a larger, hopefully more erotically realized, work.
My Darling's Chestnut Mare: This is an astonishing depiction of a Snow White look-alike with truly tiny hands, feeding cherries to a most cheerful and somewhat diminutive nag. This piece was framed as you now see it by the artist, and hung for more than twenty years in the home: a testament to the adhesive quality of scotch tape.
Safe at Home: The old-town team runner successfully avoids the catcher's tag at the plate, only to be swallowed by a mysterious fan. The viewer is left to wonder why the Red Sox player decided to return home from first base.
Burning Question: Who the fuck thought bacon cookies were a good idea?
- Current Mood:oenanthe
- Current Music:Celer - isotope shortage
Part 4
UTENSILS
Some names, then, for utensils:
Serving plates are called yeqev (singular, yeqevi), and serving spoons are lolnev (lolnevi). This is also the word for “shovel.”
The single plate you eat your serving off of is your jzangavi (plural, jzangav). If you are issued a bowl for food also, that is a yolikuli (yolikul, plural). If you are in a restaurant, you also get a gav qeja (more on that in the next section).
Bowls for drinking are called yolnav (one yolnavi). Some drinks are served in cups, which are called bipren, or glasses, nubril. Bowls are the preferred way to drink, but glasses and cups do show up on tables, depending on the drink. Some drinks are never served in cups or glasses however, like tea (in the same way we could drink hot coffee from a glass, but most of us would put it in a mug).
In addition to the bowls and plates, you will have your napkin holder, the kul kupi (the word kup meaning “small precious boxes”), a spoonish sort of thing called a nepi (plural nep) and a small cup/bowl for sauce called a bip hefa, which translates, more or less, to “bowl of yummy.”
Note that bowls are frequently used for ceremonies. A ceremonial bowl, however, is a quni (plural, qun). You do not mix the two, linguistically or in practice.
FOOD CARTS AND RESTAURANTS
Like us, the Ai-Naidar are fond of restaurants, probably because they think of eating as a social affair. Every district will have a selection of restaurants—places you walk in and sit or stand at tables to eat—and food carts, which will be set up here and there throughout the day (and tend to move on schedules).
Restaurants, called ushkev, (singular is irregular ushkevani), tend to be themed on their chef’s interests: one chef might enjoy the preparation of fish, another might be more interested in desserts and small drinks (nav kiri, “small drinks,” are things that are drunk not for nutrition, but for taste, and come in limited servings; the Ai-Naidar would call coffee a small drink, or cocktails). Each district will have some number of these restaurants, specific to the personalities there. Restaurant owners and employees are almost always Merchants, though there are the occasional chefs who have risen to the level of Public Servitude by becoming so beloved and necessary to the functioning of their districts that they’re rewarded.
Restaurants serve their food family style by default. When you arrive you are given the list of meals available that day and the first question you ask the person you’ve brought is, “What should we eat?” rather than “What do you think you’ll get?” the way we might. If you are dining alone, you will be served a special single-person serving, called a jzankuli. You can also request a single-person serving if you and the people you’re with are set on having separate meals, but your food will be served with a “sharing plate,” (gav qeja) specifically for that purpose: Kherishdar doesn’t charge for sharing plates!
Restaurants all keep the same hours, from the beginning of the public “day” until after visiting hours end in the evening.
Food carts, called gishirash (singular gishirashi), are also specific to their district, and tend to set up during specific times and at specific places; so the fruit pocket vendor will be on the corner by the physician in the morning, but will leave for the afternoon, or after he sells out. Food carts might have cooked food or edible produce, but all of it will tend to be small and easy to take with you.
As with restaurants, food carts tend to assume sharing; if the food can be, it will be prepared or scored so that they can easily be broken apart and given to someone else. This sort of easy-to-eat-easy-to-share food is called dari-dari, which I assume came from “Ai-Naidari, Ai-Naidari,” (“person, person,” a sort of “one for you and one for you!” thing). So you might buy a hot fruit pocket from a street cart vendor, and it will come crimped in the center so you can break it off and give half to someone (without burning yourself). Or you can break it off and save the other half for yourself for later.
My suspicion about the true difference between restaurants and food carts involves (as with everything) the caste system. Restaurants tend to be run by Merchant families, and are passed down by people who love feeding people and cooking. Food carts, on the other hand, tend to involve a single person’s passion: my observation is that they’re how Ai-Naidar deal with someone from some other caste who is mad to cook while the rest of his family—Priests, Guardians, farmers, etc—look on, puzzled. Such people are released to the Merchant caste in a way that allows them to feed people without needing a staff or infrastructure… their only other alternative is to become a chef for someone above the Wall of Birth, which would put them in the Servant caste, and when their liegelord or lady evaluates their ishas, they will take into account their interests and personality before suggesting one role or the other.
I should note that beneath the Wall of Birth, everyone cooks. Families meter out those duties according to their own personalities and whims: one family might have the same people doing the cooking because they’re good at it and enjoy it, while other families might rotate cooking as part of the chores.
Food is a big topic, perhaps not surprisingly…!
Mirrored from MCAH Online.
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- Wed, 17:13: RT @Paul_McGovern: Go for a walk inside yourself. Visit the ruins.
- Wed, 17:13: RT @Paul_McGovern: Frame your sadness. Make it art.
- Wed, 17:15: RT @Paul_McGovern: Wonder has presence.
- Wed, 17:16: RT @Paul_McGovern: Maps of isolation.
- Wed, 17:35: Don't like the taste of coffee, but I do like the smell and the #art! http://t.co/e17Hzf0Hv7
- Wed, 17:51: "Adversity does not leave you where it finds you." --anonymous
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- Wed, 18:18: @satyarobyn & @kaspalita are taking the leap of faith and putting trust in our hands. They're offering e-courses... http://t.co/5JbMY8vWWJ
(If you haven't tried it before -- you do it by posting something on a con-panel-like topic -- you can rip off one of Balticon's from here -- linking back to here, and putting a posting here to point it out. Then you watch the discussion and keep it on topic, or not if you find the digressions more interesting.)
A part of the crowd was dressed to the nines, and some of the lesbian couples 'bout knocked my socks off,
and not through Fight Club methods either...
I went on an Internet hiatus to find a bit of balance in my daily life, and instead of finding some happy middle ground--or being wildly productive in terms of creative endeavors, as I had hoped--I did a pendulum swing to the other side of the divide. I went from being a near-housebound hermit to a social butterfly caught in a swirl of constant engagement.
Going outside (sometimes in search of the Internet, yet that never seemed to work out) instead of sitting at home in front of my computer led to me meeting scads of new people. Phone numbers were exchanged, play dates were had, eating out with Others was done. So much so that it was (is) a bit scary, to be honest. I like my hermithood, but I do like meeting people and chatting (provided the people are interesting and not the types that make me cringe. Yes, I've met a couple of those). I've yet to find the sweet spot between the two.
So, we have the net at the house once again, and I'm going to take the next month easy and try not to get sucked back into the "pointless," timesucking aspects of being online.
We shall see if this time things go to plan...
I've talked about this before, my terribleness. I have even posted some of my terribleness on the internet. By the time I went to college, I had over thirty manuscripts in various stages of finishedness laying around my house and ancient computers and word processors.
Terrible manuscripts.
I wrote novels about talking dogs, missing unicorns, IRA men with hearts of gold, enchanters with hearts of gold, missing dogs, missing IRA men, kids in suburbia who were secretly kings and queens, fairies who were secretly kids in suburbia, missing kids and fairies in suburbia . . .
Terrible. They were all terrible.
But like I said. I've talked about all of this before. I wrote a lot of terrible books. Today, however, in honor of Entertainment Weekly sharing the prologue of The Dream Thieves, I am going to share with you a very particular terrible book from my teens.
The Dream Thieves.
Well, it wasn't called that, back then. It was called The Llewellyn Society. And Gansey was an old man. And Ronan was named Sean. And Noah was named Adam. But it was the same. Mostly. Sort of. Except that I wrote this version longhand. Oh, and it was terrible.
Here are some more terrible bits that sort of stayed the same in the real version, only I made them less terrible.
And a typed version from a few months later:
And like I said. Here is the prologue of the real version, and an interview, over at Entertainment Weekly.
I hope you find it not terrible.
(And as a reminder, you can pre-order a signed and painted in version of it over at Fountain Bookstore)
(and here is what I am painting in each of them:
)- Current Music:"Better Off Dead" - ZZ Ward
Like I said, I knew this wouldn't be time *off* - cons are work for me! But it's a different kind of work and a different kind of busy from what's been plowing me under back home. And the shift has worked. (The shift and everything else. :) )
I haven't much time before departing for Madison, but given what a stressmonkey I've ben lately, I wanted y'all to know: I have had the reset I needed, and everything is good. :)
This is going to be a boring post – sorry, guys. I just need to get out what I want to do with my long weekend.
To Do:
- Update checkbook and budgets
- Plot out the writing for next four months
- Work out the new website
- Revisit business plan
- Menus for the week
- Finish dress
And write, of course.
Originally published at The words of Valerie Griswold-Ford. You can comment here or there.
Say hi!
I know a lot of people! This means I will often be with people. Please do not let this dissuade you from coming up and saying hi - my friends are friendly people too! I may take a sec to recognize you, or I may recognize you instantly. It will be a surprise to all of us, what happens. Seriously, though, I do love meeting people, and I'll be sad if I don't get to meet you, so come say hi. I'll be the short one.
No, really, I'll be the short one.
4'11". Further data: Curly calico hair that currently wanders down to midback, burgundy cats-eye-ish glasses. Curvy.
Gender
I identify as genderqueer, but I use female pronouns. Some people can totally tell when I'm feeling more on the male side of the gender spectrum, and some can't; I don't expect you to. Keeping in mind that I'm not cisgender is good enough for me.
Please don't.
* Wiscon is less crowded than other cons, so my startle reflex is less primed, but still: grabbing or hugging me from behind or playing Guess Who will not work out in a way that you enjoy. I would love to hug you! Make sure I know you're there first.
* Having my hair played with is a very intimate thing. If you're not sure if we're that intimate, we're probably not. If you think we might be, ask. :)
* No photographs, please! If you do catch a bit of me in a photo you must post to Facebook, don't tag me.
Logistics
I'm arriving Thursday afternoon, leaving Monday. If you don't have my cell phone number and feel that you require it, e-mail me.
My body wants to kill me.
* Seizure response info can be found here.
* I am not currently on anti-seizure medication, because pretty much the last possible AED started to give me unlivable side effects. I am managing my epilepsy in my own way, and I've been able to keep my seizures as well controlled as they were with the drugs. I am not seeking advice; I'm doing fine, thank you!
* I have celiac disease. This makes the "feeding' part of "care and feeding" difficult. I believe Wiscon's restaurant guide has a list of GF-friendly restaurants. I would love to go to lunch or dinner with you. Please understand that when I need to know what restaurant first, it's not that I'm being a diva, it's just that I don't want to be sick for a week. If I say no, it's not that I don't love you, it's that I'm not sure about my ability to eat safely where you're going. You don't have to amend your dinner plans for me, it's cool, we can hang out later! Indian food tends to be safe, and there's an Italian place nearby that has GF pasta.
Where I'll Be
Dishing out cookies at the Gathering, on my panels, at my reading! I will be attending the Queers Dig Time Lords/Outer Alliance party for sure - most parties, really! - and Genderfloomp. I'll probably be bouncing merrily along the sixth floor all night. Like Edward Bloom, I am a social person.
My Schedule
Friday
Coffee, Tea, and Subversion (1pm-4pm; the Gathering): Enjoy coffee, tea, ice water, and/or cookies! Members of the Interstitial Arts Foundation serve up refreshments and a bit of chat about the interstitial arts and the work of the Foundation.
Women's Speculative Poetry Now (9pm): Ursula K. Le Guin publishes Finding My Elegy: New and Selected Poems; Tracy K. Smith's science fiction-y collection Life on Mars wins a Pulitzer; Aqueduct issues The Moment of Change, an anthology of feminist speculative verse. If you were standing at the intersection of poetry and speculative fiction, 2012 was an interesting year. In this roundtable, poets, critics, and editors take turns briefly addressing several interlocking questions: What are the most interesting developments in 21st century speculative poetry by women? Where's the action—what magazines, presses, and virtual / physical communities are fostering those trends? What are the audiences—how are these poets reaching readers and listeners? We'll devote much of the allotted time to an exploratory conversation involving the roundtable audience.
Saturday
Open Secrets: A Speculative Poetry Reading (2:30pm): Members of the Secret Poetry Cabal (a speculative poetry group) will read their work.
Spindles and Spitfire (4pm): Join us for a reading packed full of sinister whimsy, hidden hearts, folkloric sensibilities and SNACKS! Lisa Bradley dances with the skeletons in her closet. Shira Lipkin will apparently write anything if you dare her to on Twitter. Alex Dally MacFarlane works at a spindle of bones and gold. Patty Templeton writes hellpunk in a handbasket, full of ghosts, freaks and fools.
Sunday
Exclusion and Inclusion, or Kicking People Out: A How-To Guide (10am): Often efforts to make spaces welcoming are confounded by an unwillingness to expel people who are already there. We'll discuss the issues involved in creating communities that are less alienating. How do we in fandom balance a desire not to explicitly exclude with the need to prevent implicit exclusion? How do we handle the backlash from active exclusion? What role do allies play in establishing and enforcing policies? How are opportunities for education balanced against the exhaustive requirement of providing that education? How do issues of age and ageism complicate these questions? And how do we actually say "you aren't welcome back"?
A Very Special Disability Panel (1pm): You've seen these panelists present on disability, impairment, abl(e)ism, normate bigotry, and similar weighty subjects. That won't happen here. Using a gameshow format, they'll explore vital topics including the silliest, the least effective, the most deadly, the sexiest, and the hardest to clean. The only reference to the social (justice) model of disability will be right here, in this sentence.
As usual, if you can only come to one thing, come to my reading! And the Very Special Disability panel - I'm really looking forward to that one!
I hope to see you there! <3
Tiny knits are fun, they go so fast! I knit (what I hope is) a newborn hat in about 4 hours flat.
It's the Woodcutter's Baby, a cute little free pattern with corners! I think they're adorable. And knit out of Manos silk/merino blend it is soft enough for any baby's skin.
And the booties? They're moc-a-socks. Technically I followed that infant pattern, but I didn't get gauge. Not even close. I figure baby will grow into them. In the mean time I might make another set because they're just so adorable!
I absolutely love that they look like little shoes. But they have sock cuffs so a baby can't kick them off. Babies don't really need real shoes anyway.
This post is originally from BeckyinVT. Feel free to comment and follow here or there.
Women in Science Fiction on Friday at 2:00 PM in San Tomas (with Sarah Stegall, Ann Wilkes (M), Sandra Saidak). Panelists discuss interesting women in science fiction, fantasy, horror, and other speculative fiction, both as characters and as writers.
Young Adult Fiction: More than Blanking-out the Sex on Friday at 4:00 PM in Alameda (with Sarah Stegall, Ingrid Paulson (M)). Young Adult Fiction is a rapidly growing sub-genre. What does it take to write YA, and how is it different from either children's or adult fiction?
Deep Reading, Deep Listening on Saturday at 4:00 PM in Saratoga (with Dave Trowbridge (M)). The un-panel where everyone is on the panel. A structured listening experience for fans and pros to share the book that changed their lives. See more details at: http://www.davetrowbridge.com/2011/11/w
Sex in Space on Sunday at 4:00 PM in Alameda [You are moderating.] (with G. David Nordley, Howard Davidson, Art Bozlee, Ann Wilkes). Kind of self-explanatory - 'nuff said!
And I'm reading even more than usual. Cleaning at this level tires me so I'm taking time out after lunch to lie on my bed & fall into my book. At present, I'm on the last leg of a story I read a few years ago called, Reading in Bed by Sue Gee. I recall reading her several years ago & thinking, That's how I would like to write. Not exactly - her style is different - but as well. As neatly & with the same level of well-considered attention to detail. Sue Gee writes simple, acutely observed stories & authentic renderings of the human condition.
To use a well-worn cliché - her characters are 'believable.' I'm quite fond of clichés - they tend to float about in the truth. And a really good book deserves a second reading. I have Jane Eyre on the To Be Read pile - that one, when I get to it, may well be a fourth or fifth or even a sixth reading...
The pile is beginning to teeter. The other day I added my brand new copy of, The Memory of Lost Senses by the splendid & delightful Judith Kinghorn. I've got to know her on Twitter. She is genuinely lovely & self-effacing. Her first book, The Last Summer is wonderful. You can read about both books here.
A new book is like... well... it's like a new book & in my world doesn't get a lot better. And rereading them can be hugely rewarding - like catching up with old friends. Without books I would have no escape. Television - even the radio - doesn't come close. (Today, both are littered with words & images of death & I do not want them.) Books, novels in particular, gift a space for a suspension of disbelief, when the realities disturb me.
It is raining - tossed on a wild wind - & the sky darkens. It's like autumn, only the wrong colour.
* Oscar Wilde
I admire this man's generosity of spirit and wish more people would follow his precepts:
2 RESPECT YOUR OPPONENT
Just how charitable are you supposed to be when criticising the views of an opponent? If there are obvious contradictions in the opponent's case, then you should point them out, forcefully. If there are somewhat hidden contradictions, you should carefully expose them to view – and then dump on them. But the search for hidden contradictions often crosses the line into nitpicking, sea-lawyering and outright parody. The thrill of the chase and the conviction that your opponent has to be harbouring a confusion somewhere encourages uncharitable interpretation, which gives you an easy target to attack.
But such easy targets are typically irrelevant to the real issues at stake and simply waste everybody's time and patience, even if they give amusement to your supporters. The best antidote I know for this tendency to caricature one's opponent is a list of rules promulgated many years ago by social psychologist and game theorist Anatol Rapoport.
How to compose a successful critical commentary:
1. Attempt to re-express your target's position so clearly, vividly and fairly that your target says: "Thanks, I wish I'd thought of putting it that way."
2. List any points of agreement (especially if they are not matters of general or widespread agreement).
3. Mention anything you have learned from your target.
4. Only then are you permitted to say so much as a word of rebuttal or criticism.
One immediate effect of following these rules is that your targets will be a receptive audience for your criticism: you have already shown that you understand their positions as well as they do, and have demonstrated good judgment (you agree with them on some important matters and have even been persuaded by something they said). Following Rapoport's rules is always, for me, something of a struggle…
Daniel Dennett's seven tools for thinking
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Last night, I stayed up late to finish reading the first pass pages of IN3 — which is the last time I’ll get to make changes in the book before it goes to printing. (This isn’t the last time anyone will look over it before printing, though; a team of proofreaders will do second and third passes on it, until it needs no more work.)
Historically, my first pass pages have all been . . . interesting. INCARNATE had HoHugging and similar hilarity. (Not to mention a missing paragraph and migrating dialogue tags!) ASUNDER had these weird symbols wherever apostrophes and quotes were italicized.
That doesn’t mean there won’t be changes, though. The pages sticking out to the left are all the pages I’m sending back to my editor, so she can put my changes in the master document that lives at HarperCollins.
First pass pages are printed to look like the book. They’re in the book layout, with the font and chapter headers and all of that. They’re what ARCs — Advance Reader Copies — are printed from. Changes in the first pass stage are supposed to be minor: fixing typos, word rep, HoHugging, spacing, or whatever. A chapter title changed in ASUNDER. My changes are typically very minor at this point, but I know other writers who’ve added scenes, changed endings, etc.
Still, there are quite a few minor things changing in IN3. The ARCs printed won’t reflect these changes. Only the final copy.
I love ARCs — I love getting them and reading them before other people (and the taunting that goes along with) — but I’m going to tell you a true story: I cringe whenever I see someone reading an ARC weeks/months/years after publication, because I know what kind of changes I make between ARCs and final copies. I can’t even guess what other authors do!
I’m really, really excited about IN3 ARCs going out into the world in a few months. And I’m dealing with the fact that advance readers will see that hideous word repetition on page whatever. But I’m really looking forward to final copies in January/February next year, because they will be clean and shiny. (And that sentence — no, don’t look at it! — will be better structured.)
But speaking of IN3 ARCs, have you entered my giveaway to win one of the very first ones?
Originally published at Jodi Meadows. You can comment here or there.
If there’s anything quite as disconcerting to me when I’m working as a book that keeps growing, I don’t know what it is. But Mindtouch keeps not ending. That’s okay, really: the book needs the length, so I am willing to give it. But it’s a little distressing when the book you thought would be lucky to hit 40,000 words is pushing 100,000. I hope you all are ready for a lot of xenotherapist meet-cute!
Anyway, while going through my closet I found this wonderful plush Shaddragon made for me way, way back when and thought: Here! A wonderful way to combat my anxiety! So Vasiht’h is coming with me to work. He’s a therapist, right? And he’s soft and pose-able! This makes him twice as calming!
Vasiht’h at home with me, having a look at page one of the novel. I really didn’t feel like working last night, so I tucked him next to me as incentive. It helped, since I dutifully wrote about thirteen pages before quitting for the night.
On the commute! My phone’s always banging around so I gave Vasiht’h the job of keeping it in place. He did well until the ambulance made me swerve off the road.
He liked the 80s alternative station, though we agree that Depeche Mode is more Lisinthir than Jahir.
And we made it to work! I use my fifteen minute breaks to write a few paragraphs, though today I’m likely to be too busy for that. He makes good company, though. And very helpful, as you can see.
Maybe before I go home I can photograph him on campus. The book does take place on one! The appropriateness is pleasing. >.<
Today, in addition to having mini-Vasiht'h with me, I am also wearing the Stone Moon necklace Kythryne made after reading the Jokka trilogy. I am an amazingly lucky artist, to have inspired such wonderful gifts. It’s hard not to be grateful, even standing at the day job desk. :)
Anyway. Onward! The Guidebook may be late, but it will go up this week.
Mirrored from MCAH Online.
calimac came over for a visit, and played for me some clips from The Greatest 20th Century Symphonists You've Never Heard Of. I was so enchanted that I begged him to make a post, and here is the beginning.
This morning, though, the mountains were hazed, and distinctly fainter to the northeast -- bringing out the folds and ridges of the landscape. And in the air, the distinct tang of pine smoke.
It's started: wildfire season.
---L.
- Current Location:Hazelnut
- Current Mood:
annoyed
There were spiders dropping down from the ceiling and into my wife’s cleavage. The wall behind her was a huge, stretched expanse of hairy green flesh, breathing slowly in and out. Phantom janitors stole in and out at the edges of my vision, sweeping in places they could not possibly stand and then vanishing when I tried to talk to them.
And my response was, “Oh. That’s interesting, what my brain is doing.”
These ridiculous hallucinations happened during my extremely traumatic 52-hour post-surgery recovery phase, when I was in tremendous pain and could not sleep. And yet, I think about the only other time I hallucinated, having dropped acid on a very hot summer’s night… and I found it disappointing. Yes, my vision was flexing and distorting, and I witnessed all sorts of curious artifacts as my brain’s visual processing center went into overload – but I quietly dissected each illusion, breaking it down into its interesting components, and in such a way I reduced what could have been a wild trip down into a series of interesting quirks.
I don’t really hallucinate, I don’t think. I know what my brain is up to. And today, I realized why:
It’s because I’m a depressive. I don’t trust my brain.
My brain has been a chronic liar for years, telling me how everyone hates me (when they don’t), how I’ve never accomplished anything of any note (I have), and how the world would be better off if I just killed myself (unproven, but I use the other two false conclusions to keep that one in the “bad idea” zone). I live a very strict life of having to double-check every input my brain gives me, for it routinely distorts a mundane “Oh!” into an encoded “You suck, Steinmetz, everything you ever liked was a fraud.” If I don’t, well, I ruin my life.
So when my brain starts providing false visual information, I do the same thing: I question it. I compare it to reality. And if it doesn’t make sense, I ignore it.
This makes me a little sad. I mean, it did protect me from a full-fledged freakout when I was in the hospital… but it means that while others experience an exultant joy with acid and peyote and other crazy drugs, seeing the face of God, I’ll never be able to flow with that illusion. They can trust what their brains give them, accepting most inputs safely and without harm, and so when some external source causes the brain to deliver crazy input, they can just run amuck with it like a kid whirling on a playground.
I’m off to the side. Analyzing. Breaking it down. Questioning relentlessly. Because that’s my survival. That’s what I do.
Cross-posted from Ferrett's Real Blog.
This entry has also been posted at http://theferrett.dreamwidth.org/304609.hSo your car can be banjaxed or you can. Originally Anglo-Irish. There is a verb meaning to ruin or destroy, origin unknown, but that's less common and more tightly restricted to Ireland.
---L.
dawbooks)! Swing on by and see what all of the fuss is about in this wild, fast-paced, action series.
Cover Copy: Jeff and Kitty Katt-Martini have learned the ins and outs of Washington politics, not to mention how to prevail in intergalactic war and foil dangerous plots. But, in the aftermath of Operation Destruction, the Gower girls' powers are burned out, the entire A-C population has been "outed" as the aliens living on Earth that they are, and, worst of all, ACE is nowhere to be found.
Then murder and mayhem are served up at an important dinner party at the American Centaurion Embassy, and when the dust settled, Alpha Team and the Diplomatic Corps have more problems than just a dead Congressman.
Is there a single criminal mastermind--or multiple enemies--behind all the conspiracies that want Kitty dead and the A-Cs gone or co-opted to become the War Division?
The return of the best assassins in the business, the reappearance of two individuals long-presumed dead, Agent Malcolm Buchanan felled by something no one can identify or cure, and new technology that can block even the most powerful empathy on Earth . . . all this means the game's officially afoot. Then Vance Beaumont comes to Kitty with a wild theory that someone is systematically killing off the House of Representatives. . . .
It's up to Kitty and the rest of the gang to find out what's really going on and why. But will they be able to stop the killer or killers before the rest of the U.S. House of Representatives become casualties? And will the replacement Representative for New Mexico's 2nd District, who happens to be Jeff Martini, be the next to die?
Actually this is not entirely true. A Corner of White does have an actual defect. While it eventually becomes quite engrossing, it takes an awfully long time to get rolling: while the book is never a slog, it remains eminently put-down-able until the two protagonists finally come into contact, and that’s about a hundred pages in.
I say “come in contact” rather than “meet” because, of course, Madeleine and Elliot do not and cannot meet, on account of living in different universes. (In consequence Elliot and Madeleine show no signs of falling in love with each other, which is quite refreshing. Although I suppose if it becomes possible for them to meet in a future book that may change.)
They become penpals by sending letters to each other through a crack between worlds. A broken parking meter in Cambridge, where Madeleine came to roost after she ran away from home for the thirteenth time and her mother followed her (what is it with Moriarty’s characters and running away from home?), connects up to a broken TV in the Elliot’s hometown of Bonfire in the Kingdom of Cello, where colors occasionally attack people.
Red comes in waves that make people either intensely busy or intensely angry, purple slashes people to death or occasionally picks them up and spirits them away to its lair - colors live in lairs, of course - and yellow - but we won’t even talk about yellow.
And also sometimes towns register themselves as Hostile, which means they are seceding from the Kingdom of Cello - except recently towns have started becoming Hostile without bothering to register. I mean really, how rude.
Okay, the world-building is a bit bizarre, which probably contributed to the fact that I found A Corner of White hard to get into at first. The bizarre is something of a wildcard quality in Moriarty’s work: her best characters, IMO, her Emily Thompsons and Bindy Mackenzies, are also the strangest, because their eccentricities make them seem the most individual and most fully human.
But I think sometimes her willingness to throw herself into zany plot twists or world-building weakens her stories by taking the focus away from the character interactions, which are what she does best.
However, ultimately the gamble pays off with the Kingdom of Cello. It starts out seeming quaint and unreal, but eventually, unevenly, fleshes itself out to seem like a real place. And there are things people don’t know, which I found excellent: I think often fantasy authors want to explain too much. It is perhaps important to know how magic works, and what it can do - but it can get pretty boring if you also know why. Leave unanswered questions!
And then write the rest of the trilogy! Because I want to know what happens next.
The best I can describe it is that the skin irritations produced by Vectibix sometimes express themselves as very tender, painful calluses on my feet. Being on my feet so much yesterday afternoon put so much pressure on those calluses that I could not be on my feet any more.
Next Monday, I start Regorafenib, a medication which is much harder on the feet (and hands) than Vectibix. This is only a taste of things to come.
Cancer erodes me, piece by piece, until there will be nothing left of me but laboring breath and the last guttering sparks of my will to live.
The workshop at work
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It was my son who declared that these were all REALLY CREEPY.
Barbed wire, Washington state. Photo © 2008, 2013, Joseph E. Lake, Jr.
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Kicked out of the mall — for an anti-cancer hat — The most insensitive mall cops ever aggressively escort out two teens who just lost their mom. That's family friendly, alright. (Via
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shsilverThe 5 Ugly Lessons Hiding in Every Superhero Movie — Interesting. (Snurched from Andrew Wheeler.)
German software firm recruiting autistic workers — German software firm SAP is recruiting autistic workers. To help the company hire autistic workers, SAP has hired Specialisterne. Together, SAP and Specialisterne will recruit individuals with autism that can work as software testers, programmers and data quality assurance specialists.
Pavlof Volcano, Alaska Peninsula — Oooh, pretty.
What the State Birds Should Be — Seven cardinals but no hawks? Come on! (Via JL)
Bitcoin Hits the Big Time, to the Regret of Some Early Boosters — The first major conference for the digital currency suggests it is gaining legitimacy, but in a manner disappointing to some early enthusiasts.
Why French Kids Don't Have ADHD — (Snurched from Freakonomics.)
Tornadoes and Global Warming: Is There a Connection? — Will the future bring more twisters to Oklahoma and Tornado Alley? The science isn't clear yet, on account of unlike politics, science doesn't make up its mind in advance of the evidence.
Portland, Oregon rejects drinking water fluoridation by wide margin — Public health measure goes down amid vague concerns about safety and purity. Even progressives can be idiots.
Pope Francis Says Atheists Who Do Good Are Redeemed, Not Just Catholics — Why does any religion get to claim the good done by non-believers. Christ really didn't die for me, or for anyone else who isn't a Christian. While I surely appreciate the gesture of tolerance, it encloses a spike of arrogance. (Thanks to Danny Adams.)
Atheist lawmaker opened with Carl Sagan quote instead of prayer — (Via
shsilverKen Cuccinelli Loses Petition To Uphold Anti-Sodomy Law — Yeah, pushing for a ban on oral sex is certainly one way to make the GOP more popular.
Dear Oklahoma: We Feel for you, we love you, but do us some favors — Shorter version: As you sow, so shall you reap. Unfortunately, the rest of America also reaps what you sow. So, sow better.
Reaching the 'weather weapon' stage — [T]he guy raising the specter of Obama using "weather weapons" to kill Oklahomans is the same guy helping influence several Republican policymakers in 2013. Another of the many reasons why rational human beings everywhere think American conservatives are absolute lunatics. The GOP and its politicians embrace this kind of mind-melting insanity instead of rejecting it out of hand. (Via
shellyraeQotD?: Eaten Tibetan lately?
5/23/2013
Writing time yesterday: 0.5 hours (WRPA editing, otherwise on workshop time)
Hours slept: 8.0 hours (solid)
Body movement: n/a
Weight: n/a
Number of FEMA troops on my block scamming disaster aid slush funds: 0
Currently reading: Night Watch by Terry Pratchett
After the Revocation of the Edict of Nantes in 1685 the Hugenot La Touche family fled to Holland in search of religious freedom. David La Touche later came to Ireland as a Williamite army officer and fought against King James at the battle of the Boyne (1690). In 1768 his son, John, settled in Harristown, part of the old Eustace estate which had got its charter from Charles II (1681). John La Touche enclosed the estate and built a boundary wall and a bridge (1788) which is the oldest surviving bridge on the Liffey.
His son, John, was a very committed member of the established church and helped re-build St. Patrick's church on the edge of the estate but he later caused quite a stir in Kildare high society when, after coming under the influence of the Victorian evangelist Rev. C.H. Spurgeon, he became a member of the Baptist community. In 1882 he had a Baptist church, manse and school built at the other end of the estate.
John’s daughter Rose’s romance with the Victorian writer John Ruskin, a frequent visitor to Harristown, was very much discouraged by her parents. They were not happy with Ruskin’s scepticism, his divorce, or the disparity in the ages of the pair. Rose died in 1875 and is buried in St. Patrick’s Church.
John himself died in 1904. His son Percy was the last of the family to live in Harristown. The estate was then acquired by the Beaumont family in 1946, the year I left Ballymore Eustace for boarding school.
Lilly-of-the-valley (not feral)
I have the pleasure of having a friend who belongs to the former club: one who works hard for his success but also celebrates life! Today, he turns fifty.
Premnath Kudva, hearty wishes on your half century! May you continue to enjoy life and inspire others to enjoy theirs too!
- our brilliant and beautiful instructor Amy had been working with us on basic translation issues from way before we could read any Hebrew to speak of, and
- Englander, though normally a novelist and short story writer, had just had a Haggadah he was commissioned to write published.
Englander is a deliciously manic and highly referential speaker, who came straight from the airport on little sleep and lots of caffeine. He said many fantastic and evocative things that lit my life. But I didn't make notes, and don't have much listing faculty. Also, you don't want to a long screed reproducing a talk, I imagine.
But what I think I'll always be able to remember about the talk is how he started.
He said, "I mean, all writing is a form of translation, right? When I say, ` the copper dish hung on the kitchen wall,' each of you gets an image of the kitchen and of the dish. Maybe it's one of those shaped like a fish-- you remember those? But even with us all speaking the same language, each of us has a different kitchen and a different dish. And it's the writer's job to decide how much to work where, to bridge the gaps that are there."
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Of sighs and yo-yos, mean girl looks, bad jokes and bruises, stolen cues
It is to be all fast-paced, racy - but remember, family friendly! - and yet again think sexy.
It is to be all crumpled rhymes, half-memorized lines, that ever bloody napkin (more bad jokes)
Moony eyes, repeated swoons, false swains, false vows, false strains
And all the pangs of puppy love rekindled for display.
It is to be all play, all ditzy spinning, puerile whining, running, hiding
Reeling in and casting out, all sweat and gore and lion's roar
All hyperbolic gesture and the just-missed-kiss.
It is to be all traitor dimples, simple shepherds, tyrant sweethearts
Trash talk, making mock, inventing some new way to walk
And don't forget - endowing tender meaning, subtle shading, sympathy, on each and every lover's litany...
The rest is what we're given, should we take it, if we like it.
And so are we for Rosalind
And so are we for Ganymede
For Celia, for Sylvius
For Oliver, Orlando
For Audrey and for Touchstone
And for Phoebe-Phoebe-Phoebe!
And so am I for all of them.
And so are they for me.
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Flock Theatre's As You Like It will run...
14 June: Opening Night (Connecticut College Arboretum)
15-16 June: Arbo
20-23 June: Arbo
27-28 June: Arbo
29 June: Hampton, CT
All shows are at 7:00 PM.
All the "Becoming Rosalind" poem-blogging ("plogging?") may be found under the "Worshipping Shakespeare" tag.
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So, I’ve been back to work on the Day Job for three half-days. Today, I’m exhausted (although I don’t know if it’s because of the two hours at the dentist today to repair a broken tooth or just low stamina), but I have the next FIVE days off, so I’ll be able to sleep in, do some necessary refueling, and see how I feel next week. Luckily, my doctor is happy to extend my part-time status if needed. Finding a good doctor is so key – I’m very lucky with mine. Seriously, if you have health issues and your doctor doesn’t talk to you or listen to you, fire them. Otherwise, you’re just setting yourself up to fail.
This weekend, I’m doing some planning. I want to redesign the website (because I’m aware it sucks. There’s a reason I’m not a website designer, I’m a writer). I’m going to actually PLAN it out, though, rather than just try and do it online. I’m also doing some writing plans, which will involve calendars and metrics and all sorts of fun stuff. I’m determined to keep my writing going, and this year is the year when I write stuff that I can then pitch to people. I’m not kidding when I say I have nothing held back. I’ve sold everything that I have finished. I have nothing to pitch. That is not a good situation to be in. So this year is the year of writing.
I also need to start working on some publicity things for Last Rites. I’m working on the page proofs this week, and then I will have some interesting news for you guys. And some teasers! And maybe, just maybe, some other things that you might be interested in.
And now, I’m going to bed. Because I’m mean that way.
Originally published at The words of Valerie Griswold-Ford. You can comment here or there.
(Note to the curious: a good knight wears shining armor because he keeps it in good shape, without rust.)
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My schedule is here.
- Current Mood:
the usual pre-travel jitters
All of a sudden there are insects in the yard, lots of them. Some of them were slow enough for me to capture with the camera. I think they are slow because it isn't very warm yet. This is bee-mimic hoverfly.
Also uncharacteristically slow, and also a fly pretending to be a bee, is this narcissus fly.
The blue jays never go away, but this one was acting quite weird. It got our attention by perching awkwardly on the Virginia creeper on the side of the house. Then it clumsily flew to a fence top. As I approached it, it flew over to a spot between the garlic mustard and celandine. It seemed to be gathering strength.
- Current Music:The Bob Squad - Lay Lady Lay
So the last few days have been a struggle, not helped by the fact that we both have physical issues much exacerbated by long days in aeroplanes and nights of not sleeping. Me, I am back on the codeine again (and was briefly surprised to realise that I hadn't eaten all day and am still not hungry...). K still takes more pills than I do, but I'm narrowing the gap. At least until I can get this shoulder fixed. I'm vaguely hopeful that there may be massage on offer at BayCon this weekend; they fixed it for me at FogCon, and one miracle begets (dreams of) another.
In related news, I did very nearly post a brag last night, to the effect of "All you people who worry how much I drink? Stop worrying: these are stressful times, and I am apparently dry in Alabama." Only then a six-pack intervened, so not so much, actually. But still. The funeral baked meats went down with water, and I made no fuss at all. (Yes, yes, I know, Not About Me. That's rather my point. But this blog is, so.)
In honesty, I didn't really think about it much. Other things on my mind. Karen was remarkable all trip, but you'd expect that.
Now we're home, and I have gathered in the last of the fava beans. We had to wash our mid-afternoon pills down with wine, because the water was off; then I thought I'd sit in the garden and read, only I kept falling asleep. Well, hell, we were up at four this morning, and I didn't sleep at all the night before. Tonight, in my own bed, with my own cats about me - I can't wait. Possibly neither can they. Except that a roasted chicken has to intervene. With fava beans and brussels, and roast potatoes, and gravy. And there's been a request for ice cream, so I'm back to Lucky's in a bit.
On our way to our friend's daytime party. There was traffic and tension. It was good that we had a relaxing time with friends when we got there.
- Current Music:The Dead Weather - I Can't Hear You
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