David Schwartz’s ED SF project

As a memorial to the wonderful stories SCI FICTION has provided us in its six-year run, David Schwartz (snurri and snurri.blogspot.com) is putting together an appreciation at edsfproject.blogspot.com for each and every one of the over 300 works it has published. Not only is it an accolade to truly outstanding fiction from a truly outstanding publication, but the hope is that it will be noticed by those who made the decision to end SCI FICTION‘s run. He’s calling all writers, editors, and lovers of speculative fiction–anyone and everyone who has read and enjoyed these stories–to pick one, sign up for it, and write a piece to honor it. I call dibs on M.K. Hobson’s (bricoleur) “Hell Notes.”

I urge you–yeah, I’m talking to you–to add your name and words of appreciation to the list. (And if you’re one of my Tangent reviewers reading this, you really need to contribute–it’s not an editorial decree, but it is definitely a plead.)

Also, Pat Cadigan, among others, is urging people to write to Scifi.com at feedback@scifi.com, asking them to reconsider their decision to close SCI FICTION.
Tips from Pat (if you take the link to read her full comment, it’s about 4/5ths of the way down the page):

“A few tips: hold the insults and obscenities. They don’t read past the first one and they figure you’re a crank. Also, threats never to visit the site again probably won’t impress them. Instead, emphasize the vital part that written sf plays–after all, there would be no sf field and no SciFi Channel without it. The sf field is one of those things created by writers and readers, not by movies and TV shows. The movies and TV shows sprang from the written word.

“Another tip: remind them of Ellen Datlow’s accomplishments. In the past, she has brought a lot of major writers to broader notice–people like William Gibson and Bruce Sterling. She has edited people like Joyce Carol Oates, Ruth Rendell, and Robert Silverberg.

We’re a community–fans, writers, and geeks of SF. Let’s make our voices heard! It also wouldn’t hurt to cross your fingers, click your heels, and pray to Yog-Sothoth.

   


Writing Stuff

New Words: 1600 on “Rue and Ruin.” Yes, I upped my estimated final word count . . . again.

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
9,102 / 12,000
(75.8%)

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Dr. Who!

Watched the first and second episodes of the new Dr. Who. Yes, I know I’m excessively late to the party. Dock it from my geek points; I am appropriately shamed. Okay, the show. They’ve either really increased their EFX budget or reasonable EFX have gotten much, much cheaper to make. The show actually looked good (mostly). There were a couple weak moments–the plastic mannequin arm attack for one–but overall I was impressed at the production values on something which traditionally has had, well, none. As for the new Doctor, can I just say YUM? He’s younger, but with the same glib wit and confidence as Tom Baker, and with that leather jacket to boot, he’s all bad boy and sexy! Rawr. Me likie Christopher Eccleston!

V. excited about seeing the rest of the season.

Possible Effexor effects: Yicky metallic/sweet/sour taste in my mouth. It’s like I licked a 50 count of envelopes, and not the mint-flavored kind either. Uck. Also, felt tired yesterday afternoon so settled down for a nap, but couldn’t fall asleep. Undecided as to whether the latter is a good or bad thing, but the stamp-glue-tongue is vile. Bleck, ptoo.

Non-Effexor complaints: My wingstubs hurt. My increased writing productivity this month is making itself felt in less happy-writer ways. Stupid human suit.

   


Writing Stuff

Heard from the editor of Pitch-Black books that the limited-edition pre-release of the Sages and Swords anthology is available for order. $14.95 for a trade paperback chock full of prime heroic fantasy. I’m sharing a ToC with Tanith Lee–thus fulfilling a squeeing fangirl ambition–as well as Vera Nazarian (norilana) and Ed McFadden, among others. A great holiday gift for the fantasy fan on your shopping list! And check it out, I’ve got cover pimpage!

Also got a note from the editor of Aberrant Dreams to let me know that the signing at Oxford Comics and Games has been moved to Sat. Feb. 4th from 4-7:30. Additionally, there will be two other authors (I dunno who yet) and the illustrator.

Received:
104-day “Sorry” from ASIM after making it to the third round. Some very nice comments from the editors, but they didn’t have room for it and it’s against their policy to hang onto stories indefinitely. Snartleblast!!

New Words: 1000 on “Rue and Ruin.” Making good headway and had a flashing epiphany about the ending. Of note, flashing epiphanies are not nearly as fun as I was led to believe. This one required me to go in and do some difficult tweaking and paragraph rearranging at the beginning.

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
7,477 / 9,000
(83.1%)

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Comcast ire. Day 1 on Effexor.

After a fairly stable period of Internet connectivity, we lost our cable connection for the whole morning. My ire is great at Comcast. Or it could be the Effexor, which I just started taking, although that’s relatively unlikely since it ought to have a build-up effect.

Big ire. ‘Nuff said.

   


Writing Stuff

Tangent work is again being backburnered so I can make words. I suddenly find myself with not enough time in the day to do everything I need to. For a while there it seemed like I had tons of it to the point of excess. There’s no such thing as a happy medium, is there?

New words: 600ish on “Rue and Ruin” as well as a full editing pass to get me back into the flow of it. I think I need to revise my initial word estimate on this one.

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
6,480 / 9,000
(72.0%)

I’m noticing a trend. I seem to be writing longer recently. This would be dandy except I’ve got several short story projects in a row lined up. Argh. Novel later! Short stories now! Stupid willful muse. Now she wants to do a novel. Grumf.

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Annexation/incorporation of our subdivision

We got a notice a week or so ago from our homeowners association about a couple upcoming meetings. It seems that there’s some hubbub about people wanting to either incorporate our subdivision into Roswell, the nearby township, or annex it into a new one (thus far imaginatively dubbed “Newtown”). I sent fosteronfilm to the meetings to gather intelligence because I was eyeball deep in “Beauty’s Folly” at the time this came up. Now that I’m catching up on everything I backburnered last week, I’ve had some time to absorb the import of this furor.

It comes down to a political play of the local governments to keep the affluent north of Atlanta from benefiting the more needy south Atlanta areas with their tax dollars. As far as I can tell, that’s the sum of it. The parcel of land which includes a handful of neighborhoods (including our subdivision) is currently unincorporated. Thus, our taxes go to the big Fulton County money pool, which includes all of Atlanta. The overwhelmingly-Republican denizens of this area are aghast that their money is going to other neighborhoods to help improve the lot of those less affluent, so want to either incorporate or annex us. Apparently they’ve wanted to do this for a while, but have been unable to until the recent elections gave the conservatives the upper hand in the local legislature. Hence, they want to push this through before the government weights and balances tilt back to the Democrats, and so we can expect this to play out sometime next year. fosteronfilm and I shall have very little say in the matter, except perhaps to express whether we would prefer to be Roswellians or Newtownians.

For us, personally, it means little. Our address will remain the same (my first concern since I conduct so much business through the mail) regardless of the outcome. Our property taxes may or may not go up (but alas, certainly not down)–both the annex and incorporation sides are frothing to reassure us how superior their taxation situation will be over the other’s–and we may or may not get a sidewalk or two, or a softball field or something equally frivolous (softball’s all good and well, but I don’t play it, and therefore I don’t see why I should want to pay to have a new softball field installed when there’s perfectly serviceable ones within close driving distance) in the nearby park. Meanwhile, the tax money we don’t particularly need to maintain this prosperous north Atlanta bit of land and which those in south Atlanta could use to improve schools and other essentials, will be denied them.

All hail the greed and selfishness of Republican politics.

And my assertion that homeowners associations are the work of the Devil remains irrefutable.

   


Writing Stuff

After spending the weekend downstairs with skunk and husband, I’m back in the library. I did a pair of passes on the funny little story, now titled “The Devil and Mrs. Comstock’s Snickerdoodles” and after some debate, have decided not to send it through Critters. I may, undoubtedly, come to regret this brash recklessness, but I can always offer it up for critique if it gets utterly panned by the first few editors I send it to.

But the thing is, I like this story; I’m happy with it, and it says what I want it to say. It’s meant to be light and quirky and I could so easily see it being ruined by subjecting it to too many rewrites. I think it’s ready to see the world. Going to give it another pass on paper because without the extra sets of critical eyes, I’m concerned about those typos that I always seem to miss. Then I’m sending it out.

I think the tone and tale might appeal to teenage sensibilities (although I also wonder if it would appeal to an even younger audience, given how sophisticated today’s children are), so I’m sending it to Cicada. So mote it be.

Next up: nose to grindstone on “Rue and Ruin.”

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Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy and Farewell, SCI FICTION

Watched Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy courtesy Netflix. I can see why die hard fans of the television series wouldn’t like it, and I did have the periodic urge to fill in the rest of the funny parts that they truncated–I assume to make it a reasonable length–but I quite liked their Ford Prefect and their Trillian. They played her far differently than I envisioned her in the books, but she worked for me. I also liked their Slartibartfast; I think I’m becoming a fan of Bill Nighy, and I thought Arthur and Zaphod were acceptably passable. Then again, it’s been years since I read the Hitchhiker’s “trilogy,” so I may be giving the movie higher marks on the “It Didn’t Suck” scale because the gaps in my memory keep me from being appalled at the mangling they did to it. Regardless, it wasn’t as brilliant as the books, but I still had fun watching it.

   


Writing Stuff

Did a couple editing passes on “Beauty’s Folly” and it’s off to the editor to pan or praise. I’m having a hard time shaking the story out of the clutches of my muse. The characters and world keep popping up in my imagination. I tell them “I wrote you! What more do you want?” but they don’t answer. I wonder if there’s enough floating around to flesh out into a novel?

Received the contract from Cricket for “The Tanuki-Kettle” and “The Raven’s Brocade.” No publication date specified for either, alas. Signing and sending those back tomorrow.

And WTF? I drop out of communication for a week and SCI FICTION announces it’s closing? How can this happen? They’re one of the best venues for short SF out there. Waaaaaah! I’m utterly depressed to see it go. Not to mention absolutely shocked at the suddenness of it. And on the purely selfish and personal side of it, I had a submission with them that I was really hoping Ellen Datlow would like. Crapitude.

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Me, editing machine, fzzzt-sparks

Yesterday, I edited. It was not a transcendental experience. Talk about a buzz kill. Also, I slept for over nine hours straight, and am feeling somewhat less punchy. So here I am, grounded and sober. Ah, the roller-coaster ride of being a writer. So not glamorous.

Words: +500 – 2000 on “Beauty’s Folly”
As I suspected, the words I wrote close to the 2AM hour were a bit, uh, disjointed. I went back in and rewrote the ending, resulting in a cut of about 300 words and an addition of 800 (+500), and then I made fosteronfilm first reader it and went back and did a thorough edit and rewrite based upon his suggestions, resulting in a cull of about 2000 words . . . and cutting a character.

Going to give it another pass or two and then hand it off for editorial input.

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I am a writing machine

First off, if you’re waiting for correspondence from me, many apologies. It’s going to be another day or so before I can start going through my overflowing inbasket.

Yesterday, all I did was write, eat, and sleep. And I took most of my meals up to the library with me so I could keep working while I ate. Today, I am dazed and exhilarated, anxious and thrilled. The story in my head is on the page, zero draft complete. While I was writing it, it was more real to me than my surroundings. Library and laptop disappeared and I heard my characters speak to me, felt their emotions and desires as they lived in the world I had created for them. Yes, I know I sound as ridiculous as the worst angsty goth poet with a glass of merlot. But this is what I yearn for as a writer, what I strain and stress and struggle to achieve.

Also, I’m a little lightheaded. I didn’t get a lot of sleep. I tapped out “The End” at 2AM and woke up at 6AM to start my first editing pass.

New words: 6700 on “Beauty’s Folly” (I even came up with a title!)
This may be a new word count record for me. I made a bouncing, baby novelette in three days. Although I am somewhat terrified that mroctober is going to want to throttle me.

Editing now, since I didn’t do any while the story was coming out. There’s going to be cutting–I’ve already chopped out 500 words in my initial half-pass this morning. I had to stop when Hobkin told me in no uncertain terms that it was mealtime NOW. But I’m pleasantly surprised at how well the story’s reading. Normally at this stage, I would expect much gnashing of teeth as paragraphs and scenes went flying to the eternal void of DELETE. ‘Course I haven’t hit the 6K I did yesterday. Odds are it will start getting ugly soon.

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Chocolate Factories, Johnny Depp, Tim Burton

Watched Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, the Tim Burton/Johnny Depp remake.

Pros: Tim Burton always makes beautiful movies. He has a definite style that is otherworldly and lush, no matter what the subject matter. Johnny Depp plays a very funny psychotic candy maker and has some really excellent lines. The parts of the movie where they stayed relatively faithful to the first movie were well done and amusing

Cons: The end. They added moralizing and a truly unnecessary theme to the second half–both tedious and out of character for the movie. As a result, the whole thing fails.
   


Writing Stuff

Some distressing Tangent events have come up. Nothing earth shattering, but several things all at the same time which altogether leave me feeling bummed and disheartened. I find myself doing the procrastination dance, which is my usual reaction to events that make me unhappy. But I suppose letting my editorial duties slide for a day or two won’t hurt anything. Besides, I’m writing!

Actually, I’ve let all of my correspondences slide these last couple days. So if you’re expecting an email from me and haven’t heard back, that’s why. I shall be playing catch-up after I finish this story.

New Words: 3000 on the as-of-yet-untitled Beauty and the Beast tale.
Doubtless there will need to be some intensive cutting as I haven’t gone back and done much in the way of editing. The story plays in my head, the words come, and I release them onto the screen. Happy writer. Not necessarily good writer, but happy.

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Trying something new

Tapering from 40 to 20mg of Prozac this week in preparation for the start of Effexor. Had a mild headache yesterday, but I’m not willing to attribute that (just yet) to the decrease. After the comments I got yesterday about Effexor, I’m thinking that it might behoove me to modify my p-doc’s suggested incremental rate, perhaps give myself two weeks at each dosage tier instead of one, see if I notice any unpleasant or dramatic effects from it. Despite what all this juggling of meds might indicate, I’m really not severely depressed. I do get periodic mood drops, but I’ve both seen and studied severe depression, and while I can feel pretty blue upon occasion, it’s relatively mild on the depression spectrum. Yes, I’m tired all the time, but considering the dilapidated state of my human suit, it’s really not surprising. So I’m concerned about an overkill situation arising from the attempted treatment of my minor mental disequilibrium–like administering Lasix to someone with a chest cold. All I can say is I’m very glad I have a solid background understanding of Psychology.

   


Writing Stuff

Going to try something during this NaNoWriMo season. Since everyone else is pumping out words, I thought I’d take this opportunity to work myself back into professional-caliber productivity. Therefore, I’m locking myself in the library, away from television, skunk, and husband during the day. I’m also going to curtail my LJ time, so if I make fewer appearances in y’alls comment sections, don’t take it personally. Writer at work and all.

Received:
– 10-day personal rejection from Jason Sizemore at Apex Digest with invite to submit again.
– Also news that Jason has nominated by story “Oranges, Lemons, and Thou Beside Me” (slated for publication in Apex #4) for a Pushcart! I think it’s terribly unlikely I’ll be one of the selected, but I’m floating on a happy cloud to be nominated. Jason absolutely rawketh! Squee!

New Words:
2000 on another fairy tale re-telling, this time of Beauty and the Beast. After editorial feedback and discussion, the determination was that “The Better To . . . ” was one for the the “still needs work” pile, and instead of facing another rewrite with it (I cannot express how very sick I am of it at this point), I decided to pull out the ole drawing board. So far, this one’s going so much smoother. Or maybe it’s me being holed away in the library.

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