Friday Yay

Hurray for Friday! It’s been a long week.

Hobkin’s winter coat is coming in, I think. He’s feeling softer and sleeker, although he’s still blowing his coat all over the place. At least he’s loosing far fewer of his long, coarse tail hairs; it’s mostly the short undercoat fuzz that’s littering our house now. I think he’s also beginning to put on his cold weather pudge. That would certainly explain the ravenous “feed me now” behavior that seems to have gripped him of late.

Slept a LOT last night trying to catch up on lost slumber. It sorta worked. Didn’t feel like my eyes were weighted with coins this morning.



Writing Stuff:

Got a call from Nathan of Scrybe Press! Editors are calling me. On the phone and everything. Oooo. ‘Course Matthew’s been hogging the phone and hasn’t been setting it in its cradle to recharge, so mid-way through the conversation, Nathan’s voice begins cutting out. Sigh. How embarrassing.

But we got the last details on the contracts for “Still My Beating Heart” and “Inspirations End” hammered out before the phone gods intervened. He’s going to write it up and send me the finalized copy. And we discussed Nathan’s vision on how to lay the chapbook out as a flipbook. He’s going to pad the shorter of the two stories with ads and my author’s bio etc. at the end, to fill up the extra pages to the middle. Coolness!

This week’s Sci-Fiction story was late being posted. I saw yesterday that it had gone up (a new story is supposed to go up every week on Wednesday). And it’s a novella, woof. Due to that sleep-catching-up thing I haven’t finished my review for Tangent yet. I plan to do that tonight or tomorrow at the latest. On that note, I finally got an email from my editor. He’s swamped with work (80-hour weeks!), and is therefore a bit slow with the Tangent updates, but at least I know he’s alive and kicking out there.

Thursday Yuck

Instead of writing, I’ve been spending my free time fiddling with my website and converting my bibliography to CSS tab navigation pages. It was getting too big to put on a single page (yay!), so I initially broke it down into fiction and non-fiction pages, but I wasn’t happy with that either. CSS to the rescue. My first effort, while looking lovely using IE, crashed and burned on Safari and Firefox browsers. My second effort appears to be working in Firefox now, but dude_the, my Safari browser tester, is offline until the weekend. Fooie.

If anyone out there is using a non-IE/Mozilla browser–Safari, Opera, Netscape, etc.–I’d greatly appreciate it if you could surf over to my Bibliography page and let me know if the tabs are showing up properly!

I think Hobkin is feeling the season and it’s making him restless. These last two nights he’s been very active, making it hard for me to sleep. He starts fussing about his midnight snack at 10, hopping up and down beside me to snuggle for a minute, and just as I’ve fallen into a light doze, hopping down to check to see if the food fairy had arrived yet (and thereby waking me). In the morning he wakes up at 5ish wanting his breakfast, a good two hours before his usual breakfast time (and a good hour+ before my alarm goes off), and pesters me to feed him.

My sleep has not been so good.



Writing Stuff:

I ended up with something like thirty-eight critiques from Critters. And the rewrite is done and it’s out. Bon voyage little story! But I’m so behind in writing my thank you notes. Something to do this weekend, I guess.

Heard back from Nathan. He’s cool with my suggestion of printing “Inspirations End” and “Still My Beating Heart” as a double feature chapbook. Both stories are in the 5K range, and I thought packaging these two together would be nifty, both being vampire stories–especially since “Inspirations End” is a reprint. Nathan suggested he print it flipbook style with the second book printed upside-down in the second half. That would be super spiffy ’cause it would mean I’d get two “front” covers with the resultant artwork. Except the stories aren’t the same length. And since the chapbooks are staple-bound, I’m uncertain how it would turn out with the stories not breaking exactly in the middle.

Tuesday Yuck

Had coffee with my tea today. That’s a lot of liquid stimulation. Too much, apparently. Ended up with a painless but annoying tic under my left eye. *twitch* Perhaps I need to see about getting some magnesium supplements. Or, I could cut back on the caffeine. Decisions, decisions.



Writing Stuff:

Received a 48-day rejection from Strange Horizons and a whiplash-inducing 1-day rejection from NFG. Ouch, the smarting. It burns! It burns!

Also finally had a chance to go over the contracts Nathan sent me. I need a little gadget that will translate legal writerly jargon for me. Once the terminology gets to a certain (obfuscating) point, my head starts to do one of those Exorcist spins. My brain is in some weird ass sailor’s knot now. Fine for tying up floating vehicles, but not so good for cogitating.

Thirty-one critiques from Critters and counting. I need a new statistics generating system. I consistently get thirty to forty crits these days. Not that I’m complaining, but that many overwhelms my current system.

Mondays Yuck

Having pronounced shortness of breath issues again. Inhaler isn’t doing squat except for increasing my heart rate so I feel dizzy and light-headed in addition to short of breath. Lovely.

Had weird dreams last night of being late or under prepared for a major exam. I hate those. Where are they coming from and why can’t I solve the underlying anxiety which is spawning them? Stupid psyche.



Writing Stuff:

Received a 30-day rejection from Interzone with invite to send more. Out it goes again. No reply from either LCRW or Talebones to queries. One of the stories I’ve got at Cricket is cresting toward its 100-day mark, always a good sign. But it could be another month+ before I hear anything. I think I’m beginning to jones for another sale. And, of course, there’s no USPS today because of Columbus Day. I need to grow a new patience. My old one is worn to the nubbins.

26 critiques so far on Critters on my current offering. The feedback I’m getting is across the board. There’s been lots of conflicting opinions, much more so than usual, as well as more than a significant number of people saying “this ain’t horror, this is fantasy.” (I’m thinking people are fixating a bit much on that little letter indicator.) Aside from some line-edits, I haven’t gotten anything really zingy that makes me inclined to make larger changes. For the readers that it worked for, it seems to have really worked for them. For the ones that it didn’t, I don’t think there’s anything I can do without utterly remaking the story that would please them. I’m aiming to get this to market by Wednesday or Thursday.

500 or so new words on the Halloween story. I’ve missed the deadline of my writers group for the Shelley challenge, but I’m hoping to still get this story wrapped up. Except I seem to be losing control of it. Blah.

My Tangent editor, once again, appears to me MIA. Three weeks have gone by and he hasn’t published my last couple Sci-Fiction reviews. *grumble*

Hot Tub Weather!!

I absolutely adore Autumn in Georgia. The air is soft and cool, with a hint of the frost and winter sleep to come. Color has begun to tinge the trees with crimson, gold, and orange, and the evenings are perfect for snuggling. And best of all, it’s hot tub weather! Matthew cleaned and filled the hot tub yesterday, and we took our first soak of the season in it. Ahhhh.


Writing Stuff:

Saw on the Here & Now website that issue 4 is back from the printers and being sent to subscribers. The editor is thinking about merging issues 5 & 6 into a huge double issue for Christmas to get back on schedule. I hope she does. I’ve got a story scheduled for issues 5, 7, and 8. I’d see print with them (and get paid) sooner if she clumps 6 in with 5.

Received the contracts for “Inspirations End” and “Still My Beating Heart” from Nathan at Scrybe Press.

I’m at 20 crits on Critters for the current offering. It continues to be a mixed bag. Some people really like it. Some people aren’t so enthralled. Some people like the whimsical elements. Others think it detracts from the theme. Sigh.

Eugie’s Buttons



Writing Stuff:

Another, rare “Friends Only” post. I must be feeling furtive.

Four critiques from Critters so far. It’s been a mixed bag. I’m trying to be introspective-ish and determine whether I’m feeling argumentative or if I just hit two in a row that were abnormally ucky. Typically, I rattle off a fairly short, neutral “thank you” to my critiques regardless of what they say (unless I know the person or they say something interesting or their critique was particularly helpful, in which case my “thank you”s are often longer and chatty). But this time, I took up arms not once but TWICE. Not because I had problems with what they said in their critiques regarding whether they liked something, or whether the story worked for them, but because one of them was wrong and the other seemed either terribly misguided or terribly judgmental.

One critter informed me that I should decrease my use of adverbs. Now, “less is more with adverbs” is a philosophy I agree with, and espouse. But then he went on to point out instances of my “adverb” usage to illustrate his point. To whit:
“The words hung like gossamer threads before fading away.”

Do you see an adverb in there? I don’t. He took issue with the “like gossamer threads” part. That isn’t an adverb; it’s a simile. My similes, metaphors, symbolism, and analogies are intentional, often carefully and painstakingly crafted constructs. They ain’t no adverbs.

Okay, English grammar is confusing. I’ve had people say dumber things in critiques, no biggie. But then he went on to say that I overused personal pronouns and it was a “woman thing” to do so. The sentence in question: “She stroked a paw over her soft ear.” This critter thought I should change “her” to “the.” Aside from the character in question (a rabbit), there’s a bear and a roomful of men in this room. I think I’m well within my rights to point out whose ear is being stroked. Fine, he didn’t agree. But it’s girlie to use personal pronouns? WTF?

Then I got a critique from someone who apparently had some major issues with the subject matter. I did warn at the very top that there was “Mention of graphic violence and child abuse” in it–yes, in my bunny and bear story. It’s also clearly labeled as horror. But she read it anyway. Her comments:
“It’s well-suited to a dark fantasy-horror publication, one with a readership that craves twisted tales of abuse and murder. Hopefully in such a magazine, it would serve as a catharsis to whatever antisocial urges the readers possess, and not as a springboard propelling those with pre-existing psychological and/or sexual aberrations to justify re-enacting the depressing deeds -i.e. rape as entertainment – herein described.”

I got the implication here that she thinks that all readers (and writers) of horror and dark fantasy are sickos who have antisocial urges and “pre-existing psychological and/or sexual aberrations” that they unleash by reading/writing, which otherwise they’d slake in some less socially acceptable manner. *blink*

Maybe I’m reading too much into these critiques, but they served to miff me. I haven’t sent my responses yet. I’m sitting on them until I’m certain I want to. Normally I consider myself thick-skinned when it comes to both feedback and rejection. Is it me, or did I coincidentally run into two extremes in a row?

Scooby Doo 2

Watched Scooby Doo 2 last night. That’s nearly two hours of my life I won’t be getting back. I went in with low expectations, and they were set too high. Blah.



Writing Stuff:

Did a story critique and reviewed this week’s Sci-Fiction story for Tangent. Emailed both to the relevant parties

Car troubles and Incubus Dreams

Heard back from the car people. It was the alternator in my Accord. Apparently it broke. The strange whining noise we heard was the bearings humming and whirling around where they shouldn’t be. It cost $560 to fix. Ugh.

Finished reading Incubus Dreams. LKH has definitely made her writing much more erotic and much less horror and mayhem of late. The plot parts did pick up toward the end, but she didn’t wrap up the crime case she’d opened, just jammed a sort of placeholder in, not exactly a cliff-hanger, but not a proper “it’s done” resolution either. I prefer there to be more storyline in 650+ pages. There were juicy sex scenes, but there were so damn many of them that I ended up feeling rather jaded from all the various and sundry Anita boinking, not to mention my suspension of disbelief was pretty put upon. Plus, one of my favorite characters is Asher, and he didn’t get any screen-time at all.

Still, it was fun. LKH continues to write well enough to keep me sucked in, but there’s a decided diminishing in quality to this series. Sigh. Pretty par for any series, so I guess I shouldn’t be disappointed. And yet . . .



Writing Stuff:

I’m up at Critters. Words have been elusive.

Leading Edge #48



Writing Stuff:

Leading Edge #48 (the Oct. 2004 issue) with my novelette “Of Two Minds in Lanais” is out! I love the cover art for this issue!


Sir Bunny Vs. The Wockwurm, by Ursula Vernon

Can’t wait to receive my contrib. copies . . . and check.

To Matthew’s dismay, I totally disappeared into Incubus Dreams last night. So far, it’s been Anita relationship issues with secondary characters that haven’t really interested me all that much in the past. There was an initial foray into her crime-fighting life, but that has gotten fairly short shrift thus far. Waiting to see if it picks up. I mean, I like the hot and heavy stuff, but I’m missing the horror/murder mystery plots that always framed it. It’s reading like dark erotica right now, which is fun, but if I wanted to read erotica, I’d pick up some erotica.

Botanical Garden and pix

Took the folks (it’s a bit strange typing that still) to the Botanical Gardens yesterday. It’s a good place to bring parental entities. Pretty trees and flowers, leisurely strolling, the occasional frog, goldfish, bird, and/or butterfly, and Ben & Jerry’s ice cream. My step-dad is diabetic, only slightly so, but my mom has apparently banned ice cream in their home in Beijing, so he was delighted to be able to have an ice cream cone at the gardens. (He reassured Matthew and I that he’s allowed to have such things as long as it’s only in moderation.)

The gardens were also having a glass sculpture exhibit featuring the works of Dale Chihuly. The glasswork was lovely all intermingled with the existing garden flora, fauna, and sculptures. The hand blown glass came in a myriad of bright colors. There were red and orange static flames coming out of the fountains, otherworldly floating colored globes in the ponds, Cthulu-esque tentacles with the orchids, and fiery glass stems rising out of the cacti and succulents. Pretty pretty.

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