Writing


Writing Stuff:

Iris Chang’s death got me reflecting a lot on the past, and death and dying. Finished the story I’m working on with another 400 words, but it went in a totally different direction than I had intended, shaded by my thoughts of her suicide. I also went back in and made some major tweaks and changes to the storyline and characters, and suddenly it’s a lot more personal than I had intended.

Still needs work, of course. Going to give it another couple passed before turning the zero draft over to Matthew for evisceration. I hesistated after I typed out “The End,” debating briefly with myself whether I should offer it up to the public–critters, editors, and prospective readers alike. But in the end, it’s still a story I want to tell. Storytellers need audiences.

Club 100 for Writers
9/100

Suicide and Writing

Oh. My. God. I just learned that someone I knew from my high school committed suicide. My high school was a laboratory school, 250 kids across five years. Class sizes were around 50 kids. Everyone knew everyone.

Iris Chang was an upperclassman, but I’d known and talked to her. Our parents knew each other as well. She was also an award-winning and best-selling writer. She wrote The Rape of Nanking, the chronicle of the Japanese occupation of China as well as a bunch of other historical Chinese-culture books. She was thirty-six. She was found in her car, dead from a self-inflicted gunshot wound to her head. I’m in a state of shock.

gannet, you’re probably the only person on my friends list who knew her too. If you haven’t seen it, here’s the link to the memorial on Uni’s website.



Writing Stuff:

My excerpt “The Adventures of Trina, Hackersprite” is now up at the Eggplant Literary Productions Library. Click on the cover art to read it:

And the cover for the Embark to Madness anthology has been unveiled:

Words: 2.4K. This story’s nearly done. I jumped ahead and wrote the denouement and conclusion. The only thing left is a page or two of climax. Then, of course, there’s much polishing and shining that needs doing. Definitely a novelette here. I’m cresting toward 10K words (manuscript count). I suspect I can get that down some in the rewrite.

Now how do I count rewriting into the Club 100 figures? I really think rewriting should count. Perhaps two passes equals 100 words?

Club 100 for Writers
8/100

Just Writing



Writing Stuff:

Somehow managed to forget that yesterday was Wednesday and hence the new Sci-Fiction story comes out. Oopsie. So I read and reviewed this week’s story for Tangent today. Mailed it off to my editor, who has published the backlogged Strange Horizons reviews, but not my backlogged Sci-Fiction ones. Humph.

New words: 1K

Club 100 for Writers
7/100

Autumn Hot Tubbing

After that Indian Summer stint over Halloween, I’m glad to have the temperatures back down in the “hot tub” range again. Last night, we soaked until I turned pruney. Ahhh.



Writing Stuff:

Received permission from the artist (Sean Simmons) to display his artwork for “Perfidious Beauty.”

Isn’t it gorgeous? Can’t wait to see how it’ll look in print. (And, am I flattering myself, or does “Beauty” have a certain resemblance to yours truly?)

Didn’t post yesterday, but if I had, I’d have logged 640 words.

New Words: 4.7K
Woohoo, finally hit flow! These 4.7K were on a brand new story. (I can’t seem to finish anything these days.) And they’re all incredibly raw. I didn’t even bother re-reading and editing as I go, as I often do, just kept hammering words on the page as long as the images and the story kept coming. I shudder to think how rough my prose on it is. This one is turning out very slipstreamy, almost mainstream. I’ve got it mapped out in my head, the plot and theme, the denouement and conclusion. I just have to finish it. This is going to be another novelette. I hope not a novella, but definitely a novelette at this rate.

Club 100 for Writers
6/100

Hubby home!

Matthew arrived home, safe and sound, at around 2AM last night. His entry woke me, and we spent the next hour or so cuddling and getting caught up on each other’s weekends before I had to fall back to sleep. I’m so glad he’s home. I hate, just HATE it when we’re apart. I didn’t want to leave him this morning, all snuggled up cozy and warm under the covers. Sigh.



Writing Stuff:

Got to see the illustration by Sean Simmons for “Perfidious Beauty” that’ll be going in the Embark to Madness anthology. It’s gorgeous! Not sure if I’m allowed to post it publicly. As soon as I can, I will.

New words: 100+

100 Club for Writers
4/100

Lonely Sunday

I miss my hubby. Got a few emails from him in Kentucky. He’s expecting to be home late tonight–probably more like early, early tomorrow. It’s hard to sleep without him in the house; it’s too quiet and too empty.


Here’s a picture I snapped of him napping before he left. My sweetie didn’t even stir at the flashbulb. *sigh* I really hate being apart from him for any length of time.

Thought there was a homeowners association meeting today, but I couldn’t find an email or a flier saying where and when. Dangit. Hope I didn’t miss it. Despite the fact that I hate them, this one was supposed to be an important one.


Writing Stuff

Received my check from Leading Edge for “Of Two Minds in Lanais” in the mail yesterday. Yay!

Did no writing over the weekend. Just couldn’t get in the proper mindset for it. Plus there was all the prep for the skunk show. I’ve decided to give myself weekends off from the 100 Club for Writers. I tend to do a lot of writing on weekends, but I think of it as “bonus” time. Plus there are some weekends which are just too busy to find time, and I don’t feel like I should beat myself up when those happen.

Skunk show 2004!

The drive to the show was a fast one. britzkrieg and I arrived at 10:30, the start of registration, far earlier than I had expected. So there was, as seems typical for skunk shows, a lot of waiting around. It was a much smaller venue than last year’s–not the same place as I had originally thought. And there was also a much smaller turnout.

First up was conformation and friendliness. Hobkin was in a terrible mood. He actually nipped or lunged at all of the judges this year. I was mortified. They couldn’t pick him up at all, which means the judges didn’t spend much time with him and couldn’t really evaluate him. He totally tanked on “Friendliness,” of course, and didn’t place at all in conformity.

Next came Prettiest Tail. I thought Hobkin showed wonderfully in this event. His tail was fluffy, and poofy, and long. But I guess the judges didn’t agree. Or perhaps they were still nursing the wounds he’d given them earlier. He not only didn’t succeed in defending his title from last year, but he didn’t place at all. This was the only event that I was truly disappointed with. I really did think he had the prettiest tail again.

And last of all came the color classes. Hobkin won first place in his color class! A salve to his dismal showing in the previous categories. So he has another pretty, blue ribbon to add to his collection.

There was the obligatory costume contest, with much evil adorableness, but again this year, we opted not to attempt to subject Hobkin to that. But I took a lot of pictures!

I’m a bit flummoxed by how poorly the fuzzwit behaved. He was so sweet and huggy when he was in my arms, but as soon as anyone else touched him, he turned into a snarling demon. I’m concerned that the skunk show might be too stressful for his wee brain. Will have to think about whether we want to show him again next year.

There were adorable skunk noses everywhere. Skunks to see and people to talk to. I had expected to see Hobkin’s godmother, Debbie, and her skunks but they weren’t there. I did get a chance to catch up with puskunk and aljit (and see her short, blue hair!). Aside from my worry about Hobkin, I had fun. britzkrieg was fantastic. I couldn’t have done it without her. She drove, did the majority of the packing and unpacking, and took pictures for me while I held a stressed Hobkin. She also bid at the charity silent auction and won a beautiful, green afghan. And last I checked, she’s still willing to talk to me! britzkrieg, you are a saint and a total sweetheart!

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Rain rain . . .

Got drenched this morning walking into work from the parking lot, even with my trusty umbrella. And now it’s cold.

Packed Matthew up last night, and as I post this, he’s probably still en route to Kentucky, although nearing his destination. (Edit: He just phoned, and he’s arrived safe and sound.) He’s spending the weekend at the Midwest Entertainment Industry Conference, being a judge for their film festival. So it’s just Hobkin and me for the next few days. Got some errands to run tomorrow, the skunk show on Saturday, and I believe there’s a neighborhood Nazi, I mean homeowners association meeting on Sunday. Still, that leaves plenty of time for writing and/or feeling lonely. Wish I’d thought to time some chick flick movies on NetFlix.

Bathed Hobkin. There was havoc. There was bedlam. There was chaos. End result from the carnage and mayhem: a squeaky clean, but verily annoyed skunk. On the plus side, he didn’t hit me in the face with a sudsy tail this time, but not for lack of trying.

Also, dude_the has posted more pictures of last weekend’s Halloween shindig. They can be viewed at his website. I especially like his “Hello II” picture of Hobkin (on page 2).



Writing Stuff:

I’ve been having an interesting exchange of email with a new Critters person and I find myself in the odd position of being treated like something of a writing mentor. It’s very strange. I don’t consider myself established enough or successful enough to be in a position to advise new writers, but apparently some new writers do. It’s both flattering and startling. I believe in paying forward. I’ve certainly availed myself of the expertise and experience of veteran writers (like Ann Crispin) to get me through the first obstacles of writing. I’m glad to be able to help other writers, just surprised that I’m doing so at this point in my career. I still consider myself a neo-pro, a fledgling professional newly coming into my voice. But I guess I am finally coming into it. I have lapses and I stumble, but I’m getting there.

New words: 100+ I think this counts as one of the lapses and/or stumbles. Gurgle.

100 Club for Writers
3/100

Post Voting Day

The election results were nothing short of depressing. While Kerry was clinging to hope that the provisional ballots from Ohio would all miraculously be in his favor, I was too much of a realist to continue clutching at false optimism. And lo and behold, reality sucks.

So, I say with resignation and despair: Americans suck. We voted in the belligerent ninny for four more years. Crappola. Crappola. Crappola.

Going to try to put thoughts of the desperate state of the nation out of my head.

Plan for tonight: Get Matthew ready for his trip to Kentucky. Bathe Hobkin in readiness for the skunk show. I anticipate much havoc and suds.



Writing Stuff:

In better news, I received an email from Jane Jewell, the Executive Director of the SFWA. I have indeed been approved as an Active member, huzzah! The reason I wasn’t listed in the Forum was due to a database snafu. Jane assured me I will be in the next one.

Finished up my review for last week’s Sci-Fiction story and wrote one for this week’s. Mailed both to my Tangent editor. With the election madness being over now, I suspect he will be catching up on the publishing front before too long. At least I hope so.

New words: Pathetic, but over 100. ‘Nuff said.

100 Club for Writers
2/100