Fahrenheit 9/11, writing

Very groggy this morning. Had many weird and esoteric dreams, punctuated at odd moments by a snuffling skunk.

Went to see Fahrenheit 9/11 yesterday. Interesting to watch the movie-going crowd. It was definitely an older bunch. I don’t think any of them were under voting age. Didn’t have to worry about a baby crying or a child kicking the back of my seat, which was nice. While we stood in line to buy our tickets, I eavesdropped, curious to hear what was selling. Obviously Spider-Man 2 was doing a brisk business, but the second place draw was F9/11.

We arrived early enough to see the viewers from the previous showing leave. The movie got applause when it ended, both at our time slot and the one before. How long has it been since people applauded at the end of a movie? Although there’s a definite feel of preaching to the choir, very much like the title’s homage Fahrenheit 451. I mean, who’s reading Bradbury’s anti-censorship masterwork who doesn’t already believe censorship is evil? Anyway, the departing set of viewers had an interesting set of expressions. A lot of them had that blank, I’ve-just-gone-to-see-a-movie-and-I’m-still-in-a-trance-from-it look, but there were some people who looked downright grim, some horrified, some thoughtful, and a few gleeful.

It was good. There was nothing shocking or unexpected in it for me or Matthew, although there were some new snippets of information we hadn’t known about before. There were some pretty graphic scenes, which I guess is the rationale behind the “R” rating. Those will stick with me for a while. Might even transform into a squicky horror story or two.

I heard there were people from the Republican party at previous viewings passing out pamphlets refuting points in the movie, although there wasn’t for ours. Tickled that this movie has them so worried. Go Michael Moore, I sez. Rah!


Writing Stuff:

Received from John O’Neill at Black Gate in response to a query:

“Almost! I was very impressed with “Mistress Fortune.” It’s original, exciting, funny & well written, and has exceptionally strong characters. It’s a surprisingly strong piece, in more ways than one.

“However . . . As strong as it is it, it’s not what I most need at the moment. I’m afraid I’ll have to return it, with genuine regrets.

“You have a flair for urban fantasy, and I hope to see something new from you soon.”

Also an apology for the long response time (250 days!). As rejections go, this one was pretty encouraging. I keep getting “almost!”s from this market, but I’m loathe to crank out more High Fantasy since I’m having such a rough time placing the stuff I’ve already completed. There’s such a limited number of places that consider it, especially at the longer lengths. Also, I only tend to send stuff to them that’ve already made the rounds at quicker-responding markets. Once I submit something to them, I know I’ll have to forget about it for a loooong time.

Didn’t get anything done on the “Island Love Story” yesterday. Instead, I received a call for submissions from an editor I’ve worked with before for a “pays a cut of the royalties” antho he’s co-editing. Despite my distrust of royalty-only paying anthos, I might submit to it because I feel kindly toward the editor, but I certainly won’t be holding my breath on actually seeing a single red cent of pay. As such, I’m disinclined to send him any of the suitable works which I’ve got currently circulating, as I’ve got lofty hopes for most of them. So I brought up an old, previously trunked story and spent my writing time yesterday overhauling it. I like the concept and the storyline from that piece, but my prose was terribly clunky. It’s a story from 2000 that I realized was too ambitious for my skills at the time. Going to see what four additional years of writing experience can do. Gives me a chance to experiment with some stylistic elements. If I like what I end up with, I may toss the editor this to consider in his antho.

blackberries, skunk noses, Italian Job, and writing

Yes, it’s the fourth of July, cheers and clapping and all that. But was it really necessary to set off fireworks last night, so close to our house that it sounded like someone was thumping on our front door? Humph.

In better news, we went blackberry picking yesterday. Our first crop of the season:

We had berries and ice cream for dessert, Hobkin had several with his dinner, and we’ve got enough left over for several more desserts and snacking! Amazing quantity, considering we didn’t plant them and aren’t doing anything to encourage them. We just go out and pick. I did get poked something fierce by a set of brambles. The price one pays to the blackberry gods.

Watched The Italian Job–the 1969 version with Michael Caine, not the 2003 remake. I was disappointed. The middle dragged, and the characterization was flimsy. I found it incredibly tedious by the time it ended. I actually liked the remake better than the original, go fig. The remake took very little from the original, actually, which is probably just as well.

Plan to see Fahrenheit 9/11 today. Looking forward to it.

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Bubba Ho-Tep and writing

Here I am again, awake at an ungodly early hour on the weekend. Typical.

Watched Bubba Ho-Tep yesterday. Matthew and I are of the opinion that it sprang into existence from an unnatural union of alcohol, a brain storm session with Bruce Campbell cracking everyone up with his “aged Elvis” impression, and someone saying “Wouldn’t it be funny if . . .?”

It was fun and quirky, but I feel no need to see it again.


Writing Stuff:

1.4K on the “Island Love Story.” It’s officially a novelette now. I decided to go with my original concept. I’m heading into the homestretch. There’s a flashback in it. Usually I try to avoid flashbacks, but this one seems unavoidable. Eek.

Going to brew some tea, curl up with my laptop, and see if I can’t finish this over the weekend.

First day of long weekend–AM insomnia

Woke up at the ridiculously early hour of 6 o’clock this morning. So much for sleeping in on my day off. But it did give me a chance to catch up on my email correspondences and LJ Friends List.

Matthew has a touch of the flu, we think. We’ve been going through hand washing contortions to avoid passing it to either me or Hobkin.


Writing Stuff:

Got my coffee, got my laptop. Now for words . . .

Week’s end. At last.

My god, I’m glad this week is finally at an end. You’d think after being on holiday for a week I’d be all rested and raring to go back to work, especially since I have tomorrow off. But this week has been interminable! Four-day weekend, rah.

We have no big plans, though. I’ll probably try to write, maybe accomplish some much-needed unpacking.

And hey, I just discovered via the Speculations Rumor Mill that the Dragon*Con website won the 2004 Wooden Rocket Award in the “Best Convention/Society Site” category. Cheers to the designer, dire_epiphany, and the webmaster, my hubby, Matthew!



Writing Stuff:

1.4K more words on the “Island Love Story.” Resigned that it’s going to end up a novelette at this rate. If it turns into a novella I’ll just stamp it “unpublishable” and strangle my muse.

Starting into the climax with two plot/resolution directions I could take it: my original vision, or a different, slipstreamy, twisty one that occurred to me in a caffeine fugue. I’m totally dithering on where to take this, to the point of seriously considering trying to write it both ways and seeing which one turns out better. Except I’m thinking that’s just not a good idea. It’s a major struggle to finish any story even once. Writing two parallel endings seems over ambitious, not to mention profoundly wishy-washy.

On the one hand, I like my original vision–it’s very modern magic/mythology. But I also like the idea that came to me in a fit of inspiration. I’m loathe to chuck away inspiration, but this second idea will be longer and more convoluted to write. And it might actually end up harder on the ole suspension of disbelief o’meter because of the twists in it.

I don’t know. I just don’t know.

Hobkin doesn’t like the flash

Took pictures of Hobkin the other day with our shiny, new digital camera. He doesn’t like the flash.

I took a picture of him eating dinner, and he scampered under the hutch, abandoning food even, to peer distrustfully at me until I put the camera away. Then he ventured out and went back to snarfing down his meal.

In the future, I’ll probably turn the flash off and just set the shutter speed slower when I take front-on shots of the poor, wee fuzzwit. I know I get blinded by flashbulbs at conventions, and typically the photographers there are considerate enough to ask (and therefore give me plenty of warning) before they pop them in my eyes. I can only imagine how disconcerting it must be for Hobkin.

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I’ve stopped swaying

Those little inner ear “I’m still at sea” twinges appear to have stopped. Probably just as well. I’m still all sore and groggy, though. I need a vacation to recover from my vacation.



Writing Stuff:

Received the contract and proofs of “Body and Soul Art” from Andromeda Spaceways Inflight Magazine. They put little snaky pen and ink drawings at my section breaks. I love them! I’m right pleased with how these people conduct business. Not sure how the Aussie dollars to U.S. dollars transition is going to work, though, but that’s no fault of theirs.

Also checked their website and saw they’ve got the cover art for issue #14 already lined up. It’s very SFey:

Back ashore. It’s a Monday.

Ugh. Set my alarm clock wrong; I appear to be out of the habit. Because of that snafu, I woke up late this morning. I scrambled, disheveled and tousled, into the office, whereupon I was confronted by a staggering 737 emails, of which only thirty were not spam.

Had a difficult time coping with the lack of an ocean view. Actually, I don’t have any view whatsoever as I work in a cubicle sans window. And even if I had a window, it would only overlook the not-at-all-scenic parking lot. Pfft.

Hobkin, however, is glad we’re all home. All yesterday he clung to me, only hopping down to use the bathroom. I’m sure he enjoys his stays with his godmother at “skunk camp.” She pampers him with treats–crickets and cantaloupe!–and he gets to visit with her skunks. But he also missed us. Debbie informed us that Hobkin spent a lot of time activating his “talk” toy ball (the one that says “Good Hobkin, good Hobkin, good boy!” in my voice when jostled) over and over again. Hee! ‘Cept I can’t imagine why Debbie doesn’t absolutely hate the sound of my voice by now.

I’m so behind on reading my LJ Friends List. I suspect I’ll never get fully caught up on last week’s entries. If something magnitudinous happened while I was gone, please bring it to my attention?



Writing Stuff:

Assembled the rejected stories from last week into submission packets and mailed them out. All of them were longer works (7-8K) too. My printer gave me a dirty look and chewed up an SASE envelope in protest. Plus, sending the batch cost me $9.24 in postage. Ouch. Granted, the majority of that is the one I sent to the U.K. Overseas postage is not my friend. I think I’m going to have to seriously reconsider sending anything hardcopy across any oceanic ponds, especially to Australian markets. I’ve been going over my USPS expenses and it’s outrageously expensive to send snail mail to the Aussies.

Also sent my acknowledgement of their acceptance to Cricket for “Moon Lake.”

Going through the Critters critiques. I’ve got thirty-four currently and this batch is still up for another week and a half. Woof. Starting on the rewrite on one of them. Think this one will be going to Cricket next week when it finally rolls off the queue and I’ve got it polished up to my satisfaction. Iron. Hot. Bap.

My muse is pouting at the change in scenery, but I suspect it won’t be hard to cajole her out of her sulk.