We measure the protagonist’s worth by her perseverance.
A quick note to say “until July!” I’m off to Odyssey and will have precious little time for silly little things like blogging and sleeping.
I’ll give a shout (pixelated) when I return.
Have a great Summer Solstice everyone! See you in July.
It was waiting for me when I came home from lunch.
Oh what a great day it’s turning out to be: warmer temperature with some sun shine; delicious lunch and good, thoughtful conversation with Sofia, and then finally getting to hold and read her book (read more about Sofia and her book and other writing on her blog); and I had some thoughts on where I can go with my writing for Wiscon’s writing workshop. Hurray!
Gotta go write, but wanted to celebrate and shout out in joy! (Ah, it even smells like new book…. mmm. Nose full of book scent, off I go to write.)
I am actually sitting outside right now and not freezing my arse off or risking electrocution. It’s been coooold and wet – wet I can understand, it is spring after all and rain is what spring is all about. But it doesn’t need to be so cold, and I do mean cold as it’s been ten to twenty degrees below normal temperatures and it’s still freezing at night.
But today blue sky is peeking out between the gauzy layer of cloud. Grackles, cardinals, robins, finches, and other birds are chirping wildly in their cacophonous glory. I think the Osterglocken (literally “Easter bells”, or, you know, daffodils) in our front yard will bloom soon! I had no idea we had daffodils. And there’s a few other things I don’t know what they are yet – maybe hyacinth! Mmm, those smell delicious.
Why am I telling you this? Because it’s glorious. Truly. I’m so excited by Spring’s return. As many other animals clearly are as well. Some much more vocal about it that I am.And I’m telling you this because there is nothing to mention on the writing front. I’ve been unable to write well for a couple weeks now. It sounds a bit like I’m telling my doctor about a health problem I’ve been suffering. And in many ways it feels like it, actually. I get so grumpy when I don’t write… when I don’t write well that is, which is to say with a purpose whose fulfillment I’m actively and markedly working on.
I’m not making any progress!!! Waahhhh. Though I think the catnip seeds I’ve sowed have germinated… which is so cool. But it’s not me or my doing. I’m not germinating, damn it! Fallow. I’m lying fallow and Spring and renewal are flourishing all about. Maybe I should stop whining and enjoy the bounty 🙂 Refill thine vessel.
But I’ve this deadline of this evening for submitting a short story to Wiscon‘s writing workshop, which is a wonderful opportunity to have three or four other speculative writers and a well-published pro critique my work – feedback is huge, people! It is one of the most helpful things. Practice (writewritewrite), of course, readreadread, and get feedback that’s not from your own little head. It’s energizing to get well thought out feedback and criticism. And I’m going to miss getting it (well, this year anyway) on one or two stories I’m working on that could really use the eyes of some intelligent, culturally and socially aware and literate individuals. Especially since there are characters who are PoC and I’ve only purposefully written characters who identify as PoC a handful of times, and none in stories that actually developed into something publishable.
I’ll complain briefly here: my drafts take too damned long to get through, not to mention the rewriting and editing (that’s an eternity within an eternity… okay little strong on the hyperbole); I don’t outline and I don’t feel I can outline without writing the stories to find out where they’re going because in order to think and explore I write and talk, not the other way around….. and I soooooo need to get over myself and this phony-writer syndrome. Because there’s nothing more annoying than listening to someone complain about how they suck and all when a handful of respected individuals who have nothing to gain by complimenting the writer compliment the writer and you know, actually read her work, enjoy it, and publish her. Yeah, I’m that writer right now. Humility is rarely in short supply, if you ask me, but that’s not what I’m talking about here. I’m talking about the self-effacing, keeping-myself-down attitude of self-doubt.
I’m going to transplant some violas and get my hands dirty. Have another cup of coffee, and realize that things are as they are right now, and I’ll figure out later this writing thing and this outlining and writing more effectively or efficiently thing… because right now, life is blooming all around me. Right now the sun is shining and the world is alive!
I’ve updated my NaNo novel info. Just over half way there! And while my project has changed it still is a good challenge. Mostly I’ve decided not to restrict myself to the one novel “At the Table With Kings, or, The Gaia Project”. I am allowing for all my writing, including revisions of short stories (which is muuuuuch slower going than generative work – but a goal is a goal is a push).
I only wish that I could somehow include in the word count the scarf I’m knitting for my niece. The one I’ve started four times and now must restart because I have realized I need to knit it on larger needles because someone is too stubborn to just look at a couple of patterns and get some ideas grounded in reality that way as opposed to going it at half-cocked and impatient with an I’ll-learn-as-I-go attitude which is just fine ordinarily but it’s cold out already and the child needs more scarves now, not next week.
No, I don’t know who that person might be.
Perhaps she’s procrastinating working on something else, like writing or something.
Just a hunch, I really don’t know.
It’s a bit drafty in our new home (along the floor) despite plasticing the windows and the sausage in front of the front door. I think house slippers are the perfect gift for us this Christmas. The gift we can give
each other and enjoy together. Then, I want to knit these (buy house slippers first, then knit – my feet would freeze off before I finished knitting these)! Take a look. Those are some snazzy slippers, err, I mean bed socks. What are bed socks? that sounds so uncomfortable… unless you have a reallllly drafty house and short covers on your bed, in which case socks for the bed would be great.
BookLust’s Blog Tour – Check it out! “The A More Diverse Universe Blog Tour will take place from September 23rd to September 29th. To participate, you need only read and review one book in the speculative fiction genre that was written by a person of color” (writes Aarti on her blog post). Or read the reviews now and pick up a few books of speculative fiction written by authors of color. As Hiromi Goto wrote (see below): “Let me dream in a language not my own.”
I missed signing up to join this (I’m not the best at informing myself in a timely fashion, searching the interwebs quickly and efficiently for information, ideas, and goings-on) but I did find it and I can read all the reviews and the great blog posts about diversity in spec fic, and so can you!
Here’s the review schedule,
and here’s the wrap-up.
As Hiromi Goto wrote (posted on the schedule page):
The resonance of culture is difficult to measure. It’s not the accumulation and arrangement of a numerous facts… I want to read stories and books that will let me see my world in different ways, not re-inscribe the world I’ve learned through the public education system and popular culture. Let me dream in a language not my own. –Hiromi Goto
A quick update before I scamper off to work (the one that pays the bills):
Day 21 of 30, and I’ve written 35,267 words of my novel! That’s 267 words above par.
There were some days I questioned my sanity and motivation… but here we are, day twenty-one and over thirty-five thousand words into a story that I might not otherwise have written. Thanks to NaNoWriMo for a ridiculous challenge, and you for your wonderful support and encouragement, and my own crazy audacity and faith.
Just think, I have only about 15,000 words to go to “win” the NaNoWriMo challenge. If I had three or four days of excellent writing focus and verve, I could pound that out over the Thanksgiving weekend and be finished before the official deadline. That sounds like a revised challenge. Hmm…
Sanity, at least, is still in question 🙂
Dear Union Cab Book Club Readers,
Sadly, I will no longer be directing the Book Club. If there is renewed interest and support in the future, count me in! In the meantime, I’ll enjoy discussing novels and articles and anything else recently read with you all when we see each other.
This web page will still exist*, and our discussions will remain archived; however, I’ll be using the site to post my progress for NaNoWriMo – National Novel Writing Month, and any other writing and reading related thoughts. Please, follow and leave comments if you wish, cheer me on, or let me know about any good books you’re reading!
This site will be under some construction while I figure out what I want to write about and how I want it to look.
* (p.s. unless I can’t change the name, which it’s looking like I can’t . . .)
(p.p.s. And then I did. See what research can bring you? Knowledge and ability, and other good things.)