I’m looking between my computer screen with the shiny first chapters of my new book, and out the window at the shiny snow-covered yard, and smiling big.
I love the way snow makes everything look pristine and magical, hiding the ugliness of pavement and blemishes in the scenery, just waiting for me to come out and play, and be creative. Yeah, later my fingers may freeze and ache, and I might run into problems with driving, or worry about power outages, but right now it is all pure awesome.
And likewise, I love when I start a new writing project. The blank white page, pristine and perfect, waiting for me to play and be creative, and then that magical feeling as I fill the page with words, and those words start to shape into a story. Yeah, later, my fingers may freeze on the keys as I will struggle with the middle bit, and I’ll agonize a million times over that beginning, and might run into problems driving all the way through to the ending, or worry about losing my muse.
I chatted a bit with Ken Scholes, and experienced his interpretation of U2’s “Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For” as performed by the Queen of England and Bob Dylan.
David Levine revealed that he is in fact as wealthy as Bill Gates (not the Microsoft guy, but some guy named Bill Gates who is, coincidentally, as wealthy as David Levine). He wouldn’t tell us his secret, but I got the impression it had something to do with putting all his money into Asian stocks, freezing himself in carbonite to remove any need for expenditures, thawing himself out once time travel becomes real and affordable, trading his stocks for unobtanium (the most valuable element in the universe), and then travelling back to the present with it. Or he invested in a 401k. One of the two, I’m pretty certain. Oh, and he also shared how his character stories get layered onto his idea stories late in his rewriting process, which you’d never guess.
Tor editor Beth Meacham gave me some excellent feedback on the opening of my YA fantasy novel (as did the other wonderful writers in her group). We also chatted about other topics writerly and not, and she was very generous with her time and feedback in general. She managed a perfect balance of blunt and gracious. However, while she is indeed bionic, the rumors of her extendable fingernails that bleed red ink as they shred your manuscript are greatly exaggerated.
I learned that Spencer Ellsworth wants to be just like me, right down to writing a Persian fantasy with poetry, and the weekend was only slightly marred by my need to get and apply a restraining order, and the daily inventory of my clothing to make sure nothing had gone missing. But boy, could he play guitar.
Spencer Dreams he is Randy
Bob Mayer gave a series of presentations over the weekend from which I gleaned a few pearls of “huh, maybe I’ll try that.”
I also gave a presentation (kicking off the workshop) on the Evolution of a Genre Writer in Six Stages that seemed very well-received.
Writing, chatting, wine, chatting, live music, chatting, dodging idiots driving their cars on the beach, chatting, playing “Once Upon a Time”, chatting. All in all, a great time. Thanks to Karen Junker and family, our upstairs neighbors and party hostesses Shannon Page and Elizabeth Colemen, and to everyone else who helped make it so.
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Starting in late June, I will be channeling reality-altering energies in an attempt to discombobulate speculativentropic forces. There may be casualties, scandals, men weeping, women dancing, and spontaneous generation of new life that realizes its true purpose just before being turned into a new flavor of pudding. Won’t you sponsor the chaos?
All proceeds go to incubation pods for future speculative fiction writers (or financial assistance for Clarion West, I can never remember which):
My epic flash fiction tale about Framdar “The Slayer” Deathkiller, which I read as an example of writing so bad it is funny for the Norwescon panel “Bad Writing, No Cookie”, is now up at Every Day Fiction:
Thanks to friends old and new for a great weekend. From “I love your amino acids” to a friend’s unforgettable body shot from the ample bosom of a vampire, from informative panels and enjoyable mixers to watching a Star Trek officer shake their bootay with a dark elf on the dance floor, it was entertaining on many levels.
My panels went great. In addition to the Bad Writing and Crowns & Swords panels, I was added to a panel on Writer’s Block as well. Thanks to everyone who attended. We laughed, we cried, and hopefully the audience got their money’s worth.
In fact, my example of “writing so horrible it’s funny” that I whipped up for the Bad Writing, No Cookie panel was snatched up for publication by Every Day Fiction! So while I said I would post Framdar’s thrilling adventure on my blog, that will have to wait until after it is published (likely in about a month).
Also wrote a non-fiction piece for Fantasy Magazine and made some really good progress on my YA novel at the same time, so bonus!
Short Story 2 is a fantasy story that was inspired by a dream in which I was describing a story — in the dream, I described a female centaur that wakes up next to a dwarf, and sees a step ladder next to the bed, and says, “Oh gods, what did I do last night?” Suffice to say, I did not go in the obvious direction that suggested, but when I started asking why she was in that situation it did inspire a centaur story.
I’ll post an excerpt once I have one worth posting.
I made good progress on short story numero uno, a near-future scifi story “Shall I Die, Oh My Daughter, Shall I Die?”
Words so far: 3,359. I’m happy with that. keeping in mind that I am also working on my YA novel at the same time and this was the Locus Awards/ workshop weekend.
In this sequel to Randy Henderson's acclaimed debut novel, Finn Fancy Necromancy, Randy Henderson spins another tale full of adventure, magic, and laughs, exploring in more depth the magical world and characters introduced in the first book.
“… it’s an urban fantasy, one that takes place in and around present-day Seattle. But even though it deals with sinister magic and family tragedy, it counterbalances that darkness with something that’s become increasingly rare in fantasy fiction: laughs, laughs, and more laughs.” -- NPR