I found the evening inspiring as a writer. Cat's stories from her book Eyes Like Sky and Coal and Moonlight sparked anew the desire in me to write stories that are fun and quirky, and reminded me that stories can pack a lot into few words (which I am taking as a personal challenge to write a couple of 2,000 word stories). Cherie's introduction to Boneshaker made me appreciate the potential for mining local history and environments for story gold. Jeff's reading of action scenes from Finch made me appreciate the importance of context and emotional stakes to make an action scene have real meaning and impact.
Jeff also just released a great book called Booklife on being a writer in the 21st century that talks about things like how to use social media to promote yourself, in addition to general advice backed up with real and useful examples.
In the Q&A afterwards, Jeff spoke on how he developed the mushroom-based technology of his fictional world. This, plus the clever unpredictable progression style of Cat's stories, and Cherie's twist on Pacific Northwest history, all reminded me and reinforced the value of those two magic words, "what if." What if you had a mushroom-based technology? What if Russia had tried to cash in on the gold rush rather than selling Alaska to the U.S.? What if color were banned? Thus are great stories born, by asking "what if" and then running with it.
After the reading, the authors and a group of us attendees and associates went for beers and snacks at a local pub. I got a couple of story ideas out of the conversations, and met some super-swell folks. There was much discussion of writing and publishing, and it is always nice to be surrounded by people who speak in the same language and idioms as yourself, and share the same key interests.
In short, if you are a writer, make sure to get out and support your fellow writers when you can, and engage in social interactions with other writers and genre enthusiasts outside of the interwebs. Check with your local bookstores and authors' websites for upcoming events. It can be inspiring and recharging as well as just plain fun.
PS: I love that the three authors' names together make "Priest Rambo Vandermeer" -- I will definitely have this unholy priest appear in some future story of mine.
- My Mood When I Wrote This::
cheerful
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John C Wright posted a strongly anti-homosexual rant on his blog. After reading the equally negative responses, I felt moved to write a response. When I have time, I may come back and clean this up a bit and add links to supporting evidence and such. But for now I just needed to get something down so it wouldn’t drive me crazy.
Mister Wright,
Your post and its resultant comments are really on two separate issues:
The nature of homosexuality, and
The extent to which media corporations should feel or be obliged to attempt fair and representational depictions of non-dominant groups (specifically homosexuals in this case).
- My Mood When I Wrote This::
depressed
If you enjoyed the book or movie The Last Unicorn, go check out Peter S. Beagle's website The Raven where he makes a "Personal Request to All My Fans" that you purchase one of his many wonderful works directly from his publisher. It's a frakked up world where an author who has brought joy to so many people has to ask for help to make his rent.
- My Mood When I Wrote This::
disappointed
Unable to control my curiosity, I jumped ahead in time to see how the new Star Trek Reboot series would progress.
As it turns out, a resurgence of the Cowboy aesthetic in America (ala the 70's) and the peak of the Steampunk literary and fashion trends will have a heavy influence on the direction of the franchise as they transport the series into an alternate timeline where the difference engine and manifest destiny lead to an accelerated path to space exploration.
Poor Joss. If only he'd launched Firefly in 2015, it would have become the longest running sci fi series ever.
Here's some things I noted about future Star Trek Reboot films and series (of course, the trauma of time travel may have scrambled a few facts, but I'm pretty sure I remember these correctly):
1. Mudflaps with chrome naked ladies are hung from the warp nacelles.
2. Dilithium coal superheats the warp vat, producing "anti-steam" that, when combined with steam, powers the ship's warp drive.
3. Scotty keeps an endless, secret stash of Romulan Chew.
4. "Fire the photon steam-pedos!"
5. Kirk, the greatest hand-to-hand fighter ever seen, is constantly being challenged for his Wrestling Federation of Planets Belt.
6. Dirigible shuttlecraft, and clockwork shuttle-horses.
7. There is increased racial tension on the bridge when Kirk insists on putting the Dixie flag above the Federation symbol.
8. "Doc" McCoy is one of the deadliest gunslingers on the ship (and one heck of a gambler). "Well ain't you a Tigarian daisy."
9. A crewmember’s rank and department is indicated by the height and color of their top hat or stetson.
10. Instead of constantly adjusting his uniform top when he stands, "Tex" Picard adjusts the sock in his black denim pants.
11. Dee Dee Troy is grabbed by the crew, given a buzz cut, forced to down three beer bong shots, then stranded on a deserted planet, because many of the male crew members absolutely DO NOT want to get in touch with their feelings.
Riker, however, does pause to mention how much she resembled Barbara Streisand in Yentl with her hair all short like that.
He is promptly beaten.
12. In Star Trek Reboot IV: The Voyage Home Again, the crew returns to earth of the past to bring two bovine cows back to the future so that they can be “real” cowboys. However, upon reaching the past, they discover that even then most “cowboys” had never touched a real cow. Disappointed, they take a pair of Freightliner trucks back instead.
13. The Federation is dependent on Romulan Dilithium coal reserves, ravaged by horrible poverty and unemployement rates, and under constant criticism from all other races for polluting the universe with their S.U.V.s (Shuttlecrafts Using V-8s), which max-out at warp 2 and only get 14 lightyears per gallon of water.
Whoopie Goldburg’s character, “sensing” that reality has been shifted somehow, investigates and discovers that Romulan agents went back in time and helped George Bush Jr. become an earth American president in the 20th century, thus setting technological and environmental advancement back immeasurably.
She is able to finally prove to the crew that they are in the alternate, evil reality because shortly after the Romulans arrived and began establishing their mind-control transmissions (disguised as right-wing conservative radio shows) circa 1992, most of the men started wearing goatees.
And now, here is a steampunk Star Trek for your enjoyment:And here's the new theme song:
- Where I Was:Bridge of the SS Enterburg
- My Mood When I Wrote This::logical
- Sonic Influences:"I Wanna Be a Cowboy" by Boys Don't Cry
- My Mood When I Wrote This::
amused
(From the Head of the Q.U. Crypto-Epidemiology Department)
There’s a link to boring info-stuffery at the end, but here’s the really important stuff you should know.
1. Check here to see if you have the Swine Flu.
2. Why are these big freakouts over diseases like Swine Flu, Mad Cow Disease, and Bird Flu a good thing, even though they end up killing fewer people annually than suffocation by getting one’s head stuck in a pickle jar?
Because The Zombie Apocalypse might just be avoided after all.
That’s right. These have all been readiness drills. We are now practiced at assessing and tracking pandemics, and distributing information and medicines to combat them.
Will some brains still get eaten when the fit hits the shan? Of course. But hopefully far fewer than would have been if the ZA had happened just ten years ago.
Now if we can just figure a way to get the zombies to only eat those brains that aren’t being used. Like those of Hannity head nodders.
3. The U.S. government and CDC are attempting to convince everyone not to call it the Swine Flu, as that is hurting sales of pork products, and related agricultural interests.
Pigs are fine with it, by the way.
Now while I can understand the government’s concerns, here’s the thing – they haven’t offered a snappier alternative. The 2009 H1N1 flu? Yeah, that’s going to catch on like wildfire. Just rolls of the tongue, that does. So here are a few suggested alternate names. Feel free to add your own in the comments.
- The HeeNee Meany flu.
- The hUno You Know flu.
- The Hwunie Runnies
- The Universal Healthcare Doesn’t Sound So Bad Now Does It flu
4. When dealing with police, don’t mention concerns over swine flu. They can’t tell if you are serious or not, and will assume you need an extra ticket. Or a beat down. Depends on the country (or State, or state of your skin/caste/accent in your country or state).
5. Get some perspective. Yes, there have been 150 deaths from swine flu, all in Mexico last I read. And yes, there have been literally TENs of cases reported worldwide already!
But FYI, the regular flu is estimated to kill 250,000 to 500,000 people worldwide every year. Estimated deaths last year in the US were about 36,000.
Does that mean you shouldn’t be careful? No. But also be careful not to be hit by a bus while fussing with your face mask as you cross the street, or slip in the shower as you madly wash off all the germs from your foray into the icky outside world.
And now, here’s the boring “need to know” info stuffery.
- Where I Was:Eatin my soy bacon wondering what the freak out is all about
- My Mood When I Wrote This::
sick - Sonic Influences:War Pigs (excellent zombie fighting music)
On this day, mine father did give virgin birth to a lotus flower, which did spring fully formed from his head, and out of which grew the Tree of Life, which was burned to ash, and that ash mixed with the blood of the Titans, and given the breath of life, and then dipped into the waters of Styx by mine mother, and thus was I born.
In short, tis my birthday.
- My Mood When I Wrote This::
nostalgic
I laughed, for I too have many of those cluttering up my files. I know that when I wrote these I had a complete story in mind, and the story was so obvious and clear to me that I didn't bother to write detailed notes for surely I would remember it all when I came back to it the next day. And then, of course, I was distracted by some shiny object or other, and forgot all about it.
Here is a sampling of some of my older files (which I think also reflect how sad some of my early ideas were), starting with my favorite:
Title: White Noise Sentence: Hears the voices of ghosts in farts.
My thoughts now: Huh. I'm pretty sure this one was inspired by the fact that I sometimes feel like I can almost make out voices in the hum and gurgle of the refrigerator. Not saying I actually hear ghosts. I'm not psychic or crazy. It's just that my appliances talk to me. So far, they haven't told me to do anything bad. Well, too bad. Anyway, point is, I have no idea what the actual story or characters around this thought were. But the visual of someone leaning down to listen intently to a person's farts is quite strong. And since this story deals with the flatulence and the dead, my mind also tried to come up with a clever way to use the phrase "Silent but deadly," but I don't think I want to waste too much brain power on that.
Title: Einstein. Sentence: I was in the process of gathering data on Dr. Myers’ illegal experiments when Mr. Fielding’s article appeared in the National Inquirer.
My thoughts now: Okaaayyyyy. Well, I wonder what the illegal experiments were, and what the article was about. Way to go, Einstein.
Title: Final Thoughts Sentence: The end of my days is now close at hand. Close, that is, as such things are measured for my race, who amongst all races are the longest lived in this world since the Firstborn left us.
My thoughts now: I wish MY final thoughts on what the hell I was thinking here had been more clear.
Title: Tower Sentence: When Joan and David began dating, they had both worked at the Tower less than a month. They both began on the bottom floor, although that doesn’t tell you much.
My thoughts now: No, it doesn't tell us much at all.
Title: Ancestor Masks Sentence: A knock on my apartment door startled me out of my thoughts.
My thoughts now: No! Keep going! Ignore pesky interrupters! I hate when people interrupt me while I'm writing. Especially when it is people I actually don't want to offend or hurt with my ignoringness or grumpy go away-ness.
Title: The Smell of Her Skin Sentence: My wife is as beautiful today as the day she died.
My thoughts now: I sure hope the title refers to the pre-death smell. I dated a vampire once who swore she was on pig's blood, but she kept smelling of alcohol sweat. Worse, she smelled of alcohol sweat processed through a body with undead kidney and sweat glands. That pretty well tipped me off she was feeding on the odd homeless person from time to time. I was crushed. Literally. By her, when she found out I found out. She jumped on top of me, crushing me, but I managed to get her through the heart with a stake. At least I didn't have to go through the hassle of dividing up the CD collection after that breakup.
SO -- what story starts or ideas have you jotted down that you now look at and go WTH?
- My Mood When I Wrote This::
quixotic
(From the head of the Q.U. Crypto-Multimedia Department)
Twilight comes out on DVD tomorrow, March 21st, which prompts me to post here my collected thoughts on Twilight.
How could Twilight - a zero calorie plot that pushes the idea that a girl's ultimate goal in life is to marry the right boy, have his child, and have him give her life meaning -- be so popular?
I mean, it's like those melodramatic episodes of Buffy and Angel angst, which were the hardest episodes of those seasons to watch, except add on top of that the fact that Bella Swan doesn't even have Buffy's power or purpose in life.
I attribute it to the Beetle Love Factor. The Beetle Love Factor is something that afflicts many people.
And what is the Beetle Love Factor, you ask?
You are watching a nature documentary about insects on PBS or Nature or some other similarly NON-Lifetime channel. About as unromantic as you can get.
Yet, if they edit in a narrative of one lone underdog beetle doing a beetle dance or flashing its beetle colors or whatever, trying oh so hard to get a little beetle mate, I find myself rooting for it. When the beetle gets rejected, I feel bad for it. If it gets its mate, I go all "Dude, I've got something in my eye making it all watery and shite."
A frickin' BEETLE!
It doesn't take much to connect with our universal feelings of wanting to love and be loved, or to be part of something larger than ourselves. Any story can do that, even one about beetles. But does that make it a GOOD story? One that redeems the time you spent watching it -- time you will never, ever get refunded to spend on something else?
That's why I'll skip the Twilight movie. I highly recommend "Let the Right One In" instead, washed down with shots of Vampire Hunter D and The Hunger.
And then maybe throw in the Planet Earth series again. Dance, little bird of paradise, dance!
P.S. -- ON FANTASY MAKING THE CREEPY ACCEPTABLE (ICK CREEPY, NOT YIKES CREEPY)
I have an idea for a YA book. Tell me what you think:
80 year old man poses as teen on Myspace to hit on high school girls. He finds one he likes, sneaks into her house, and watches her sleep.
But he’s a vampire. So, you know, it’s sexy and romantic, not creepy.
No? Okay, okay, how about this — he looks about 22.
Not enough? Okay, well, how about if he actually goes to the high school, instead of using Myspace?
Okay, cool. I’ll call it … Dusk.
- Where I Was:Q.U. Multimedia Lab Protected by a Teenage Drama Buffer
- My Mood When I Wrote This::
apathetic - Sonic Influences:Sound of girls sighing, dreaming of bad boys relieving them of any life choices
Real World Clarion West. Coming Summer of 2009.
I made it! And yes, I'm grinning like a fool. :)
- My Mood When I Wrote This::
ecstatic
(From the Head of the Q.U. Crypto-Musicology Department)
There are so many things to mock about your average Fantasy movie.
For some reason, movie studios have traditionally treated Fantasy films on about a level with porn (and slightly below homemade horror movies) in terms of plot, acting, dialogue, costuming, puppets, wigs, gratuitous nudity, men poking everything that moves in one way or another, and special effects (often involving dubious fluids). There are a few notable exceptions, of course, but Fantasy movies are all too often embarrassingly bad.
But one cringe-inducing area rarely discussed is the music.
Clearly, Kull's "luxurious" locks should be cut into a mullet.
- Where I Was:Q.U. Crypto-Multimedia Lab
- My Mood When I Wrote This::
groggy - Sonic Influences:Forcefed trance music with Banshee and Siren samples to purge Kull from mind
Trying to find print Speculative Fiction magazines outside the ethernet is quite a challenge. They are not generally available anywhere but in major bookstore chains, and even there they are well hidden. Consider:
(Hint: Look bottom right. No really, they are there, keep looking.).
So I decided to do a little guerilla product placement on my own.
Just sayin.
- My Mood When I Wrote This::
confused
My game review of Fallout 3 and Fable 2 is up at Fantasy Magazine.
For those like myself who feel guilty after spending time playing a game instead of on more productive pursuits or, heck, interacting with other humans, how might you justify to yourself and others the time spent playing Fallout 3 or Fable 2?
Well, let's look at the arguments you might make, and see if either sells you.
- Where I Was:The Q.U. Imax Gaming Theatre
- My Mood When I Wrote This::
enthralled - Sonic Influences:The cries of mine enemies as they fall beneath my mighty might
As noted in the Fantasy Magazine "Fantasy Friday Blog for a Beer," Obama has been named President of the Marvel Universe.
As the (unofficial) self-appointed Spec-Fic Community Outreach Representatives for Obama, I would like to release the following (completely unauthorized) victory speech on behalf of President-elect Barack Obama:
My fellow Universians,
We stand at a historic moment in our collective Universes.
It was long believed that this day would never come. This is a defining moment in history, and a testament to all those who stood in line, who walked or flew or swung or teleported to the polling places, who cast aside cynicism and doubt to vote for hope, for change, for a better Universe – to all those who said "yes we can".
I would like to thank my father's cousin T'Challa, the Black Panther, for his inspirational words a few minutes ago. He told me backstage how disappointing it was to see so few black heroes today, 42 years after his first appearance.
And so many of those heroes who have appeared reflect the racial stereotypes of their time. Ghetto Man, for example.
( Click Here to Read the Rest of the Speech ... )
- Where I Was:Meanwhile in the hall of justice ..
- Sonic Influences:The deafening roar of a crowd shouting "Yes We CAN!"
Here are some trends inspired by fantasy literature that a few brave souls tried out, but sadly failed to inspire a large-scale following.
HERALDPUNK – Inspiration: Mercedes Lackey's Valdemar novels. Key Elements: white riding leathers. Outcome: Unfortunately, the lady who attempted to start this trend kept getting asked by pasty-faced men to spank them. Just as well -- Heralds have absolutely nothing to wear after Labor Day.
AIELPUNK – Inspiration: Jordan's Wheel of Time series. Key Elements: Red-dyed hair; Desert cammo; Shoufa around the head; refusing to use a blade (uses chopstick instead to spear food). Outcome: Their fashion choice was not well received in an American airport, but their lawyers believe they will be released from Guantanamo soon. Said one, "Dude, the government has some serious Toh to us."
POTTERPUNK – Inspiration: Seriously, you need to ask? Key Elements: Public school students wearing fake Private School uniforms; Round eyeglasses; Wands; Death Eater tattoos; the Kitchen Sink. Outcome: Got frustrated trying to make field-Quiditch fun in real life; Rift over whether Dumbledore was really REALLY dead; kept being mistaken for somebody actually getting a quality education; Somebody gave them a sock, and freed them to read adult fantasy.
( READ THE REST OF THIS THRILLING TALE OF DOOMED OTHERPUNK TRENDS ... )
- Where I Was:Ethernet portal aboard my steam-powered flying bathtub
- My Mood When I Wrote This::
silly - Sonic Influences:Loud buzzing of retail execs trying to figure how to best mass-market the trend

She also pointed out that if more people had pudding for brains and were always thinking sweet and creamy thoughts then the world would be much better off than it is. And don't even get me started on how awesome the accompanying whipped cream hairdo would look.
So careful lest you incite a flamewar over puddingFail ...