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signed, sealed, delivered

Wednesday, July 16th, 2014

Whoo.

Story is sold, the editor gods are pleased.

I’m probably going to use the money to get air conditioning for my family.  So, y’know, that’s what my Valdemar moneys gets me and mine.

the more you know, the less you eventually find out

Monday, June 2nd, 2014

The story is sent.

I’ll update with more details if it gets approved.  Until then, I rather like my superstitions, which say to not talk too much about something until you’ve got a contract in hand.

If you haven’t learned that yet, my friend, you will

Thursday, May 22nd, 2014

Okay, the story is now less crappy than it was a week ago. And still not done.

I think it’ll be done Sunday. Which then will give me a few more days to let it stew, then revise, then send off to the anthology editor.

I have killed many darlings in an attempt to trim wordcount, including a Companion politely telling his Herald to take a stick out of his posterior. IT WAS REALLY HARD CUTTING THAT JOKE YOU GUYS.

Interestingly, Scrivener doesn’t give numbers for amount of time spent in each section, so I’ve no earthly clue how many writing hours I’ve poured into this.  I should track this someday; I would love to know if hours spent writing is equal to my hourly wages plus benefits.

I have often commented that part of why I don’t feel the drive any longer to become a Known Writer is that I have gainful employment that doesn’t suck. It’s a curse and a blessing…but mostly a blessing when you have a household to support.  I would love to make enough money as a Known Writer, but based on what I know of the writing biz I am skeptical of being able to do so without selling my soul or writing the next Sookie Stackhouse.  Or selling my soul to write the next Sookie Stackhouse.

I wouldn’t mind selling novels AND working at the gainful employment that also provides health care and retirement benefits. I would like to keep my soul intact. Assuming writing marketable novels is in my future, this could all be very possible.

And “The Whitest Lie” is an incredibly apropos song for this story.  So much so that I am tempted to name the story after it.

If I lied, said I was fine
Would that mean anything?
The more you know,
The less you eventually find out.

You say Malesa, I say Maresa….

Monday, May 5th, 2014

Somewhere during the five-odd stories I have written thus far about my little Bard, I changed the name of one of the supporting characters for no other reason than I forgot how I spelled it originally…oops.

Also, having re-read all the stories (more or less), I think “Broken Bones” is my favorite. I know I am not supposed to play favorites, but that story was me working through some life issues that completely reversed midway through writing it, and I like the structure.  And the story.  The whole thing, really.

Lelia started out as a Mary Sue, and I’m not afraid to admit that. I wanted something lighter in tone than my previous Valdemar offerings, and the only way I knew to get there was to write what I knew, which was my then-loveless, struggling, and often hilariously off-kilter life. Somewhere, she stopped being a Mary Sue and started being just Lelia. I do paint echoes of my life into hers, or I did; there is actually a real-world counterpart that she became somewhere around “Otherwise Engaged” and I don’t really know how I feel about that. It wasn’t intentional. It just happened.

Anywho. All this is running around in my head as I set about on the next writing adventure. I meant to bang out most of the story this weekend, but caught a cold, and this morning had a raging migraine. The migraine has now passed, and I am once again banging away. Or would be, but my save file didn’t update on Google drive and I am waiting for a chance to rescue my laptop from my bedroom, where my husband is napping….

Long story short: I am writing.

And Malesa is now Maresa.

oh hey

Wednesday, June 16th, 2010

I sold a story back in January?  February?  Well, anyway.  I sold another Lelia story.  It’s called “Otherwise Engaged”.  Much less Wil in this one.  But that’s okay, because I’m pretty sure if there is another Valdemar anthology that the next one will be mostly him.  (He’s like that.)

I also moved.  To Southern California.  Which as some of you know is where I lived before St. Louis.  So yeah.

Aaaaand speaking of moving, I have a new job, which had a writing contest, so I wrote a vignette for work.  Depending on what happens to it I’ll either post it here or keep it a secret.  Forever!  Ha ha!

I have ideas kicking around, and I need to write one of them.  The hard part is picking one.  But the sooner the better, or Athena’s going to pop out of my skull and won’t that be messy.

submitted

Saturday, January 31st, 2009

And changed the name back to “Midwinter Gifts”, which comes perilously close to violating one of my personal rules of writing (never title a story “The Gift”), but it’s a pun so I’m okay with it in this case.

Also, I now have glasses.

This is what a life of writing for a living in one way or another will do to you, kids.

Mostly Done

Thursday, January 29th, 2009

And I renamed it to “Midwinter Madness”. I’m not happy with the title, but I’m happy with the story, and that’s what matters.

It gets sent off to the publishers tonight. Hurray.

sovvan’s greetings

Thursday, January 8th, 2009

It’s still a working title. Perhaps something better will seize me in Mexico.

Which is where I am headed for a vacation with the guy. I hope — well, I need — to have the story in rough draft format before then. I would write tonight, but I’m going to a sleep study instead. Bah humbug!

That leaves Friday and Saturday, which is fine. I already have Friday’s meal half-finished, and Saturday the guy and I will be staying up all night because our flight leaves at 6 AM, which means we need to be up at 4 AM. Which means we just don’t go to bed. :P

So we are at the 5500 word mark, and that leaves me 1500 words to still play with. Then I will mercilessly eviscerate the story, and it will be awesome.

And eventually, I’ll figure out what novel I’m writing as a follow-up.

Fun!

yup

Monday, November 24th, 2008

Words. About 1500. I will probably backtrack, though, and omit the second of the two scenes. I did this with the last story — a great deal was told from perspectives that I ultimately omitted in order to keep the focus on Lelia.

It’s not lost work, however; it’s more like research. Knowing what the other players are up to — super awesome helpful. And I may have to add some scenes with Wil’s perspective anyway; I miss writing Witty Companion Banter™.

hooked by the nose

Monday, October 20th, 2008

I’m sewing up my D&D campaign for a couple months. I’ll be redirecting my creative brainpan on the Lelia story.

I hate to put D&D on hiatus, but I believe in the finite resources of the creative well, and I know when mine is starting to dry up. I am not a bottomless pit of creativity. No one is, and anyone who claims to be otherwise is either a) lying, b) insane, c) a college student, or d) on some really great drugs.

A good chunk of my creativity is automatically eaten up by work. I am building a world and cultures from whole cloth, and while a genre writer can temporize and finish the culture when she gets to book three of the trilogy, a creative team actually needs to know what’s going on in my brain before they can concept oh, say, the jellyfish energy-being race that got wiped out in the cataclysm that almost imploded the universe.

This is where writing for genres and writing for games differs wildly, and I suspect it’s one place where genre writers find difficulty in working on games. If you’re used to giving away your secrets slowly, in prose, it can be a rude shock when the publisher/producer/lead designer demands to know exactly why This Race died out and how you expect to bring them back in a way that will make sense to the players.

And over on the personal side…well, I am contractually obligated to write about Lelia, and I have enough of a lead that I’m ready to let my scruffy muse-Bard hook me by the nose and drag me back down into the depths of her world. She’s gone to a slightly dark place, but I have ordered her not to get emo on me, and she has solemnly sworn not to.

So the D&D campaign gets sacrificed on the altar, and I get some of my creative energy back as a result. But every ending leads to a new beginning. One of my players has expressed interest in continuing with a different campaign, and that’s groovy.