Back from Balticon!
I was going to take my laptop so I could update you folks while I was there, but I figured out at the last minute that it doesn't have a wireless card. Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm a real techno-ape, ok? Okay, maybe more like a techno-Neanderthal. Anyway, it's one more thing to put on my to do list...good thing my computer dudes are just down the street.
Anyway, I hooked up with a bunch of old friends--Jean Marie Ward, Trisha Wooldridge, Gail Z. Martin (check out her Necromancer series--awesome!) and made some new ones. Kelly A. Harmon is the bomb! Aside from her fantastic writing, she's got this to-die-for spider brooch that I just wanted to RIP off of her shoulder. Except if I did that, she probably wouldn't be my friend anymore...
Membership in Broad Universe has been a gift. I've met so many wonderful writers, women who don't look at me funny when I talk about werewolves and spaceships, but more than that, experienced writers who are more than willing to teach me what I don't know (which is a lot).
This is a quick one, because the day job beckons (even though it's night). But I wanted to let you know what's what.
Back soon!
Monday, May 25, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
About Face
I was practicing for my upcoming reading and on the fourth or fifth run-through realized my concept--werewolves in space--isn't going to work. Not as a sequel to TAW, anyway. So instead of our four heroes gallivanting around a different galaxy, I'm going to have Beloc and the Akkadians pay a nice visit to Earth. So now, not only does the crew have to save Seattle, they have to save the world.
Beloc and the Akkadians. Sounds like a doo-wop group, doesn't it?
Beloc and the Akkadians. Sounds like a doo-wop group, doesn't it?
Saturday, May 9, 2009
On My Way?
I'm doing the seriously happy puppy dance right now. While I'm sitting at my computer, no less.
Why? Well, wouldn't you be dancing if a major US publisher was interested in your novel? I mean, these guys are old and established--they're like the Random House of fiction. They've launched many a bestselling writer's careers, you know? I'm talking about name brand authors, folks. WOW!!
And just think...all I did was drive her to the train station. Serendipitous, indeed.
Sure, they can still reject my book after reading the first few chapters. I know that. But just the fact that a big publisher is interested is enough for me right now.
W00t, w00t!!
Wish me luck...
Why? Well, wouldn't you be dancing if a major US publisher was interested in your novel? I mean, these guys are old and established--they're like the Random House of fiction. They've launched many a bestselling writer's careers, you know? I'm talking about name brand authors, folks. WOW!!
And just think...all I did was drive her to the train station. Serendipitous, indeed.
Sure, they can still reject my book after reading the first few chapters. I know that. But just the fact that a big publisher is interested is enough for me right now.
W00t, w00t!!
Wish me luck...
Friday, May 8, 2009
MWA Conference
It's on!
Great dinner tonight, great panel. After listening to the speakers, I'm thinking about writing a magazine piece--except it won't have aliens in it.
Unless they're Maryland aliens, that is.
Great dinner tonight, great panel. After listening to the speakers, I'm thinking about writing a magazine piece--except it won't have aliens in it.
Unless they're Maryland aliens, that is.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Happy Star Wars Day!
Enough said.
If you've no idea what I'm talking about...
May the Force be with you.
Anyway.
If you've no idea what I'm talking about...
May the Force be with you.
Anyway.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Flattery Will Get You Everywhere With Me
A few minutes ago, I decided to take a break from my world to check my email for new online MWA conference registration forms (yep, there were). Anyway, I'd received a couple of emails from people I'd never heard of, so I started to delete them. Just when I was about to hit the button, I noticed something--one was from an author wanting me to review her book. She'd found my name on the city library's roster of local authors. I don't remember signing up for that, but then I don't remember doing a lot of things.
First time this has happened to me. It is flattering, to say the least. And if you have to ask whether I'll accept, please review the title of this post.
First time this has happened to me. It is flattering, to say the least. And if you have to ask whether I'll accept, please review the title of this post.
Werewolves In Space
And vampires. And mages. And of course, aliens.
As you've probably gathered from the above (not to mention the post immediately below this one), Jahannan's Children is set in Maqu, Melera's home galaxy. Folks have asked me why I put the three Earthers out there. Answer: it's fun. It's different. And there are some interesting themes to explore. Alien-ness, for one. What it feels like to BE an alien. I got an inkling of it on my first trip to the Far East. It was more than not being able to speak the language. That was a given. The shock was to realize I had no clue how to decipher the writing.
Think about that. I don't speak any of the European tongues (including British). But all of these languages are written using the Roman alphabet--to me, a familiar frame of reference. With my smattering of Latin, I can usually figure out the gist of whatever it is I'm reading. German's a little harder, but it's still doable. In Japan/China/Korea, etc., I had no frame of reference. Without it, there was no way I could figure out anything. I couldn't even figure out where to start.
I'll be honest--it scared me at first. It was like being a baby. I couldn't speak, I couldn't read. I could only communicate through gestures. Oh, I know what you're thinking--they speak English, so what was I worried about? But you see, that's not true everywhere in those countries, even in Japan. And there were times I was in places where no one spoke or understood English. So I was limited to pointing, nodding, shaking my head, scissoring my fingers to simulate someone walking, things like that. The saving grace was that those kinds of gestures are used by almost all human cultures, so my needs were understood--eventually, anyway.
So all things being equal, what if I was in a place where these "universal" gestures meant nothing? Putting my hands together, placing them against my cheek, tilting my head and then closing my eyes--means sleep, right? But what if it meant something obscene? How would I know? If the reaction is anger, what if my confused expression is taken for further insult?
That's the situation facing Parker, Kurt and Garrett in Maqu, Melera's home galaxy. She was the alien in TAW, but now it's our Earth-born zots who are the aliens. At least Melera had the opportunity to study Earth culture before leaving her island base, but the other three didn't get that luxury before blasting off to Maqu. For all of them, Melera is the key to their survival. That's fine for Parker. She loves him. But Kurt and Garrett are skating on some seriously thin ice. They know damned well the only reason Melera hasn't spaced them is because of the tryst, and what their deaths might mean for Parker.
Here's a question for you. How would you feel if you were forced to place your life in the hands of someone who, but for the love of another, would kill you in a heartbeat?
As you've probably gathered from the above (not to mention the post immediately below this one), Jahannan's Children is set in Maqu, Melera's home galaxy. Folks have asked me why I put the three Earthers out there. Answer: it's fun. It's different. And there are some interesting themes to explore. Alien-ness, for one. What it feels like to BE an alien. I got an inkling of it on my first trip to the Far East. It was more than not being able to speak the language. That was a given. The shock was to realize I had no clue how to decipher the writing.
Think about that. I don't speak any of the European tongues (including British). But all of these languages are written using the Roman alphabet--to me, a familiar frame of reference. With my smattering of Latin, I can usually figure out the gist of whatever it is I'm reading. German's a little harder, but it's still doable. In Japan/China/Korea, etc., I had no frame of reference. Without it, there was no way I could figure out anything. I couldn't even figure out where to start.
I'll be honest--it scared me at first. It was like being a baby. I couldn't speak, I couldn't read. I could only communicate through gestures. Oh, I know what you're thinking--they speak English, so what was I worried about? But you see, that's not true everywhere in those countries, even in Japan. And there were times I was in places where no one spoke or understood English. So I was limited to pointing, nodding, shaking my head, scissoring my fingers to simulate someone walking, things like that. The saving grace was that those kinds of gestures are used by almost all human cultures, so my needs were understood--eventually, anyway.
So all things being equal, what if I was in a place where these "universal" gestures meant nothing? Putting my hands together, placing them against my cheek, tilting my head and then closing my eyes--means sleep, right? But what if it meant something obscene? How would I know? If the reaction is anger, what if my confused expression is taken for further insult?
That's the situation facing Parker, Kurt and Garrett in Maqu, Melera's home galaxy. She was the alien in TAW, but now it's our Earth-born zots who are the aliens. At least Melera had the opportunity to study Earth culture before leaving her island base, but the other three didn't get that luxury before blasting off to Maqu. For all of them, Melera is the key to their survival. That's fine for Parker. She loves him. But Kurt and Garrett are skating on some seriously thin ice. They know damned well the only reason Melera hasn't spaced them is because of the tryst, and what their deaths might mean for Parker.
Here's a question for you. How would you feel if you were forced to place your life in the hands of someone who, but for the love of another, would kill you in a heartbeat?
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