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novel_in_90
date: 22:13, 15.05.08
What? Me again? Do I just go to bed earlier than the rest of you?
'Use your imagination. Trust me. Your lives are not interesting. Don't write them down.' WB Kinsella.
Well, who is writing autobiography? And even if you're not, did you write 750 words today?
posted by
matociquala
date: 13:49, 15.05.08
current mood:
ecstatic
current music: Asha and me singing Wayfaring Stranger to Sunil
The times, they are a-changing.
posted by
haikujaguar
date: 13:32, 15.05.08
current mood: tired/working
current music: Rob Dougan - Furious Angels
Also, finally getting around to pricing and listing the originals for sale. This isn't a full list, but it's a good start.
While doing it, it occurred to me (duh!) that another perfect perk for Patrons of a project is to get discounts on buying related things. So, in this case, if you donated even a dollar to finance the Aphorisms, you can get $50 off one of the original paintings. Not a bad deal!
I'm still figuring out how to weave these things together. But hopefully, it will all make sense at some point...
Stardancer Home.
posted by
haikujaguar
date: 9:57, 15.05.08
current mood: tired
I am happy with my bookplate design, finally, so it's time to request information of the 55 people who sponsored the Aphorisms!
I need:
1. The name you want me to dedicate the book to;
2. Your current mailing address! It's been quite a while since the Aphorisms, I know a lot of you have moved.
Comments to this entry are screened, so your address will remain anonymous. I'd much prefer you respond here than in email, since I am email-swamped and I don't want to lose track of this!
Stardancer Home.
posted by
matociquala
date: 9:31, 15.05.08
current mood:
pleased
current music: Jethro Tull - And The Mouse Police Never Sleeps
I am very, very happy with that ep. Spoilers behind cut, as you probably guessed by now.
( CM 3x18/19, Tabula Rasa )
( For posterity, some conversation that happened after the episode that I wanted to save... )
posted by
martyn44 in novel_in_90
date: 21:40, 14.05.08
'There is no such thing as writers' block. That was invented by people in California who couldn't write.' Terry Pratchett.
Trust Terry. Well, was anyone constipated today, or did we all go through the motions smoothly?
Sorry.
Sound off!
posted by
haikujaguar
date: 16:30, 14.05.08
"Hey, come see, it's the fairy tale artist!"
The Cultural Center down the street has art exhibits and art classes, and while I have no time to take or teach the latter I like coming by and seeing what they're hanging. But it was while I was trying to enroll my daughter in their baby music class that one of them teased out of me that I draw.
"You draw?"
"A little," I say, mindful that I no longer do as much as I used to. A few hours a week is definitely the smallest slice of my life right now.
"What do you draw?"
I grin. "I paint dragons and wizards. Fairy tales."
"Oh, you must bring some of it for us to see!"
"All right," I say.
So I do. I bring Willow and Hadara, the Bone Dancer, Morgan and the Calligrapher. "Illustrative work," one of the women says.
I nod. "For fantasies."
They are delighted. They'd like a showing, or for me to teach or give a talk. I think an art exhibit sounds fun and promise to come back to talk to the curator next week.
On the walk back home, I remember days when I would have been sure that they wouldn't have been interested in my long-eared lords and furry ladies. I wouldn't have been sure what to call myself. "I do science fiction and fantasy art" is an instant ticket to a tiny niche. But fairy tales have always belonged to everyone. Wise witches, wicked sorcerers, genies, talking animals, people who can fly, magic swords, golden looms... spaceships and little green men, all of it. There's not a human alive who isn't heir to all these things. Why assume that people who might never pick up a novel from the SF/F section wouldn't like fantasy? It makes no sense.
So now I'm "that fairy tale artist"... one of thousands of people who have put pencil to paper to that purpose. No niches; no assumptions.
I think that'll be my line in the future. "I illustrate fantasies." What excellent company that puts me in!
Stardancer Home.
posted by
the_little_owl
date: 21:59, 14.05.08
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posted by
swan_tower
date: 15:44, 14.05.08
Thanks to the Great LJ Overmind, I've managed to up my count of signed copies of Midnight Never Come from two to fourteen. (Not including the piles at Orbit.) On my way to fjm's lst night, I stopped off in Oxford Street and hit the Waterstones there; I did not, however, hit the Borders, on account of it being inside the police cordon closing off a chunk of the street after the fatal stabbing there the day before. Er. Yeah. Yikes.
So if you live in the London area and want a signed copy, here's the tally of where to find them:
( Read more... )So I will end my travelouge here. Tomorrow I go to Rome, at which point Internet access will likely become spottier. Don't expect daily blogging (or replies to pretty much anything), but I'll update when I can.
Ciao!
posted by
matociquala
date: 14:31, 14.05.08
current mood:
pleased
current music: Eurythmics - Peace is Just a Word
1525 words on Seven for a Secret today, which gets me just over 10K Word count, or 11750 SMF. Pretty good for a day when I woke up with no idea what the next scene would be. I was going to stop after 1300, but realized that I could break 10K with just a little more work, so I pushed on into the next scene and wound up finishing it. (Short scene, yes.)
Same-sex couples make pronouns complicated. This may be the secret reason behind much heteronormativity.
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locus_magazine
date: 4:00, 14.05.08
Michael Chabon's The Yiddish Policemen's Union debuts on lists in trade paperback; other debuts this week are by Keri Arthur, Laurell K. Hamilton, and Newt Gingrich & William R. Forstchen.
posted by
shiun
date: 18:20, 14.05.08
current mood:
nauseated
I felt sick to my stomach all day, and I thought - hey, maybe drawing Gyousou will ease my, uhm, pain.
( Unfortunatly it didn't, but I ♥ Gyousou )
posted by
matociquala
date: 11:29, 14.05.08
current mood:
working
current music: Depeche Mode - Blasphemous Rumours (Radio Paradise - DJ-mixed modern & classic rock, world, electron
167.4 miles to Lothlorien. I have turned back from Redhorn Pass, and it's looking more and more like I'm going to have to pass through Moria. Here in Connecticut, wisteria are blooming, and lilacs are headed to their peak. Spring is rapidly becoming summer.
I did go out for a two mile walk this morning (in deference to my sore toe, I walked only.)
And now it is a little after 11, and I have written 501 words and fed myself a ploughman's lunch (bread, cheese, onions, olives, pickles, oranges, some cold leftover pork) and made some rooibos to see me through until it's time to go to the climbing gym. (I do not know how much I will be climbing, but I will at least drive down, show up, and put in some effort. I may stick to the slab, in deference to all the ways I m old and sore. But hey, I can belay.)
And now I am thinking about what this next 500 words needs to accomplish, other than Sebastien wangsting about how old he is. At least he is--unlike many angsty vampires--old enough to have earned some angst.
The cat is very fascinated by the busy monkeys working to clear out the burned house across the street.
posted by
jpsorrow in novel_in_90
date: 11:07, 14.05.08
Hey, guys! I haven't been able to participate in the last *mumble mumble* weeks because of the day job, but the semester has ended and final grades are in, so I WILL be back starting tomorrow with a vengeance. In the meantime, check out my LJ for a post today about the "muddle in the middle" of that novel. We're far enough into Nin90 that some people may be reaching that point. The post might help everyone get that extra energy push to get their 750 words a day for the rest of the current Nin90!!
posted by
matociquala
date: 5:33, 14.05.08
current mood:
awake
current music: the rumble of diesel engines, the mutter of radios
I've been awake since four AM, because the house across the street is burning down. (ETA: the reporter and the refugees are on my front lawn in that live shot.)
Actually, at this point, I have to say, the house across the street was burning down, as the good offices of the West Hartford Fire Department have arrested this development in progress. (This is, yes, what I pay my taxes for.) And it doesn't appear, from the vantage of my front windows, that anyone was injured. However, it was pretty darn spectacular for a bit there, with flames through the third story and firefighters scrambling around chainsawing holes in the roof of a hundred-year-old three-family.
This is the house with the extremely annoying and loud deterrent system, which tends to announce BURGLARY! BURGLARY! BURGLARY! in stentorian tones every time a cat crosses the yard. Which is why I missed the first five minutes of fun, because I thought it was just the usual late-night loudness. But then I heard the sirens--we're just around the corner from the fire department--and realized I should probably get up and put my pants on and close the windows.
And comfort the cat, who does not like chainsaws.
And now I am trying to decide whether it would be more productive to go for a walk, go back to bed, or try to get some work done, since it appears the apocalypse has been averted for the time being. I think coffee, a hot shower, and work are winning, because while I am still sleepy I'm not actually all that tired, and the sun is coming up, and I think it would annoy the nice firefighters less if I didn't traipse through where they are trying to work today.
Also, there's that toe I'm supposed to be going easy on. And the cat says her feet are cold, and can I please sit down so she can put them on me?
As a reminder, if anybody in the Midwest wants to come see me, I will be at WisCon the weekend after this one coming up, and I will be the Guest of Honor at Duckon (Chicago) and Fourth Street Fantasy (Minneapolis) in the middle weeks of June. I am moved to mention this because Fourth Street has just moved their pre-reg deadline back to May 31. truepenny will be my date for both cons, so you can rely on the full magnificence of the Mole And Bear Show in all its questionable glory.
Fourth Street is looking suspiciously as though it will be an unofficial Shadow Unit convention, as the whole crew except stillsostrange will be there, and WisCon will have me, truepenny, and stillsostrange. (But no coffeeem or shetterly.)
Someday we will all be in the same place at the same time, and there may be a singularity.
posted by
matociquala
date: 22:01, 13.05.08
current mood:
lazy
Comments on this entry are screened. If lnhammer, slobbit, enevarim, and clarentine would be so kind as to comment with their addresses, I will get their books out post-haste!
I also have two copies of the All the Windwracked Stars ARC to give away, but I have not yet decided what I am doing with those....
posted by
haikujaguar
date: 21:01, 13.05.08
current mood: whoot!
Samples from Sketchbook 18
In most every "decade" of sketchbooks, there's some milestone, some event that stands out among the ten. Sometimes it's fairly minor, a blip on the radar.
And sometimes, it's huge.
In the 11-20 decade I was in college... and by the later part of that set, I was far enough advanced in my studio art degree to start taking art history courses. The Gothic, Renaissance and Modern Art History classes were staggering. Sketchbook 18 in particular is full of long, patient drawings, done in class, out of class...everywhere. There's a lot of stippling. A lot of brush-work. A lot of inking. Looking at Sketchbook 11 and then Sketchbook 18, you'd think years had passed.
I happen to think Sketchbook 18 rocks, and I would love to have more of it online! If you'd like to, too, here's the button. If you want to be acknowledged as sponsoring the scans, remember to leave me a comment!
Stardancer Home.
posted by
swan_tower
date: 18:27, 13.05.08
The Thames Path pleases me. I have no idea how far it stretches -- all the way to the headwaters? -- but if I were to keep walking east from Richmond, I'm pretty sure I could go without interruption on from here to Southwark. (If I had the endurance.) The companion trail on the north bank is the part of the same route I travel on my first day of these trips, along the bank from Blackfriars to the Tower. In the City it's pretty in a paved and urbanized way; out here it's rutted gravel and untrimmed verdage. It's easy to imagine myself back in the past, editing out the few modern notes that creep into my view.
( Read more... )But now it is eleven-thirty and I need to be in bed. Last day tomorrow, and while it isn't precisely a full one, I want my rest. If only because I have to get up at four-thirty the morning after . . . .
posted by
unforth in novel_in_90
date: 16:36, 13.05.08
"The purpose of a writer is to keep civilization from destroying itself." -Albert Camus
Saved any civilizations today?
Sound off!
posted by
haikujaguar
date: 16:23, 13.05.08
current mood: startled
Wow, if I could I'd scan in most of sketchbook 18...!
Stardancer Home.
posted by
matociquala
date: 15:43, 13.05.08
current mood:
jubilant
current music: Jethro Tull - White Innocence
[11:42] matociquala: I like this sentence:
[11:42] matociquala: "Sebastien. Tell me you didn't know any Vikings in the ninth century."
[11:42] matociquala: Abby Irene FTW.
[11:42] jmeadows: hee
[11:42] cristalia: hee
[11:42] matociquala: She's 88 years old and not taking his vampire nonsense any more.
[11:42] matociquala: By god.
All right. 2026 words on Seven for a Secret yesterday, and 2254 today. If I can keep producing like this, I will have a manuscript sooner rather than later, as it stands at 10,250 words manuscript count, which is a little more than a third of the contracted length.
And I think I figured out the Master Plan today, which makes me happy.
Her love is like a candle. You light it up at night.
Her heart is like a pack of cards. One chance at guessing right.
posted by
temve
date: 21:00, 13.05.08
current mood:
busy
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posted by
unforth in novel_in_90
date: 7:36, 13.05.08
Ignore those 0 days. Here's how you show how it balances out. How many words did you get this week? Did you get your 5,250?
If you joined on April 1st, have you written your 31,500 words for the Round?
Either way, let's hear those weekly counts! Sound off!
posted by
matociquala
date: 6:15, 13.05.08
current mood:
frustrated
current music: NPR - Morning Edition
The hideousness of the death toll in Myanmar and China currently just boggles me. It is horrific and terrifying, and I'm sort of at a loss for words about the whole thing. Not that there's anything I can say about it, other than--if you have a few extra dollars, it wouldn't be a bad week to chip in to Doctors Without Borders.
and in the department of things-that-are-shatteringly-trivial-by-c
Another bad climbing night yesterday. I managed two 5.7s I'd done before (One of them is overhung and I spend the whole damned time dogging on the rope, but I get there.), but my left big toe has been giving me trouble, and the damned thing started to hurt so badly after two routes that I bailed on the third one about ten feet up. Also, the left shoulder is not giving me the love, and my ankle is a little sore, I think from favoring the toe.
Blah. I really want to go for a run this morning, as it's still cool and pretty out there. But the smart thing is to stay home and give my foot and ankle a break. Blah!
I think I need to step up project less-of-me, because it would not hurt my joints to get an extra forty or sixty pounds off them before I expect them to manage this stuff I'm throwing at them. There's some sort of delicate balance between exercise, joint pain, serotonin reuptake, caloric intake, and how much owie I can reasonably expect my body to absorb with in the process of trying to keep it healthy that I need to strike here.
Hmm. I wonder how stupid it really would be, to go for a run. Screw it, we'll give it a try, and if it hurts too much, we'll stop.
posted by
carla_scribbles in novel_in_90
date: 19:38, 12.05.08
current mood:
productive
current music: Bob Dylan -- Every Grain of Sand
Oh, man, I am notoriously bad at these things, but. Hello, I'm carla and/or Em (pen name, real name, either one's fine), I'm very new, I'm a one-time NaNo washout and frustrated fanwriter who is going to finish this one, dammit, because it's just too cool not to. I know I'm late for this round, but I figured it was better than sitting on my hands and letting another idea sort of float off into nowhere.
*deeep breath* Nice to meet you all?