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Bootknife and a Small Quarrel

Friday, May 5th, 2017

I didn’t write about “A Small Quarrel” at all last year.  Sorry about that.  Pregnancy and writing and childrearing and job wrangling severely sap my blogging time. That story’s been out a few months, and I just wrote the follow-up, “Bootknife”.  It’s in the hands of the editor now.  I try hard to not spin wheels with these stories — I only have 6500 words or less to work with, after all — and I finally introduced Wil’s dad, which if you didn’t know (because you’re not me) I’ve been wanting to do for about five years now.  He’s been running around in the back of my head for at least that long, though many of his details didn’t become clear until I started writing him out.  Occasionally he’d get a mention in other stories, but then I’d hit up against that word count wall and have to edit him back out.  But this time he got his own story, his own space, and I’m glad he did.

Now that we are four stories deep into this cycle, I’m seeing a pattern of objects in the story titles, which is a good thing because I hate naming stuff and having nomenclature is one wait to cheat your way out of having to be clever with names.  Also, it makes me look smart, like, oh, she planned all of this.  Except for the first one which she called “Whitest Lie” after a Bayside song but we’ll just pretend that didn’t happen.  I SMELL A RETCON!

As pregnancy isn’t forever, it should be noted I had another baby, which very nearly derailed writing any of this.  There were several moments in December as I balanced a squawking infant against my chest where I wondered how the f*&% I was going to get this thing done.  But I did!  It helps to have a spouse to tank the littles while you’re holed up in the bedroom with headphones on and having a love affair with your netbook.

For one of the first times in my life, I am not overly stressed about having sent the story to the editor.  I think I actually…like? this story.  I don’t usually like my stories.  There always seems to be something I’ve forgotten, and certainly there were bits I wish I could have written into this one that will forever be stashed in the yarn bag known as “leftovers” on my Scrivener project.  Maybe someday I can edit it into a longer form project.  You know, in my copious freetime.

Wil #2

Monday, May 4th, 2015

The next in the series of what I’m thinking of as “Lone Wil and Cub” has been written, it’s had the fine-toothed comma comb (comba?) run over it by my husband (notorious grammar hunter and devastator of passive voice) , and is now off to the editor.  I realize at this point I should just assume it’s a sale, but I never assume it’s a sale.  So I’ll update this when I actually get the “Accepted! For Realsies!” message.

How do I feel?  Uh, pretty much how I always feel when I manage not to give my editors a nervous breakdown by not missing the date: relieved.  One of the great things about the modern age is I can turn this stuff in at 11:59 PM the day it’s due and know it’s probably going to get to my editor in a timely manner.  And if it doesn’t, they just send me email to let me know they need me to resend it.  When I was younger, you had to have it postmarked and out the door a week in advance, and ha ha ha ha good luck and hope the USPS doesn’t lose your precious bundle.  Times are much better now.

I wrote this story partially while sitting in the back of my vanpool, and have come to a solid realization: my laptop is too damn big to comfortably write in the back of  a vanpool.  Which is unfortunate, because I can’t exactly buy another laptop at this phase of my life.  Or can I?

Anyway.  I’m excited for this story because I honestly believe it doesn’t suck, plus certain characters get some badass moments, and I am all about the badassery.  This is partially why I decided to shift focus from goofy Bard to slightly more serious Herald who has, as life has tenderized him, become less serious.  The Herald has more potential for badassery, being what he is.

And now, having successfully completed what I set out to do at the start of the month, I am off to bed.  G’night.

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.

Another Year….

Friday, May 2nd, 2014

…another Valdemar anthology.  This story will continue the Adventures of Wil.  That’s all I’m saying about it right now.

Mostly, though, I’m trying to find something longform I want to write.  I’ve been somewhat in a slump, and it’s possible that has everything to do with getting-married-buying-two-houses-having-a-baby but it seems unfair to blame life, like I didn’t have life before all those things.  It does seem the more you bring people into your life, the less of your own, private life you have.

But Marion went through similar (and worse), and still managed to write, so the question is why haven’t I carved out the time? Well…I’m trying. Mainly what I’m trying is getting up earlier so I can write in the morning, before the other humans start encroaching.

Don’t get me wrong.  I love my humans.  Very much.  My family is the best thing that ever happened to me.  But I tend to be better adjusted when I write, when the private world gets a chance to vent.  I know that.  I just need to find a way.

motif of the borderlands

Wednesday, April 22nd, 2009

A motif has emerged in this early synopsis, which is always nice.  I accredit it to borderland creativity — the stray thoughts that wander through my head right before sleep.  90% of borderland creativity is crap, but every now and then something emerges and sticks.

The Guy attempts something other than a smirk for his Writer.  It is a brave, but utterly doomed, venture.

The Guy attempts something other than a smirk for his Writer. It is a brave, but utterly doomed, venture.

In technology news, I have found that the laptop is good for synopsisisissing.  For actual writing I still think I prefer the desk, the chair, and the soothing music of the iSpheres.  But when all I’m doing is throwing ideas at the canvas and watching to see what trails they leave behind as they slide down (or out of sheer stubbornness and defiance of reality, up), the couch and the soothing mumble of the TV and the 15.4″ screen isn’t so bad.

Oh, and I submitted my bio for the forthcoming anthology.  This will be the first mention of The Guy in a bio.  He is thrilled in his own smirking way.