August 5th, 2004


the flogging has commenced....

I love my writers group, and I really wish I could make more use of them. Too often, my deadlines are so insane that I just don't have the luxury of turning something in 5-7 days ahead of the bi-weekly meeting and waiting for feedback, 'cause in those 5-7 days I'm way ahead of them. And not everyone makes it to every meeting.

But I workshopped my Tales from the Captain's Table story featuring Klag, which I wrote at altitude (started it on the plane ride to San Diego, finished it on the plane ride back -- amazing how much you can write when you're stuck in a chair for six hours....). They ripped me a new one, as is their wont, and I'm gonna work on this tonight and make it better, faster, stronger.

This writers group has been around for 14 years now. I've been with it for six or seven (I don't remember if I joined in 1997 or 1998). It's full of pros and amateurs both, writers and editors both, and everything I've run through them has been better for it. A good writers group is a noble thing.

Not that I necessarily follow every bit of advice they give me -- and sometimes they give me contradictory advice. And different people find different thing -- one is good with specific language, one is good with story beats, one is good with cause and effect, one is good with style, and so on.
  • Current Music
    "Old Country Doctor (Ballad of Bones)" by Warp 11

is there something in the air?

I don't know why, but I've been letting a lot of stupid shit get to me today. Maybe I'm just anxious because I'm looking at the rest of the year and realizing that there's a lot of work that will likely have to be done. Fates willing, and the creek don't rise, there'll be two novels that will have to be completed before the fall is over, plus I've got a short story and an essay due at the end of this month, another essay due on 15 September, and I've got an anthology to assemble by the end of the year. (Of course, two stories are written, and all the others are being written as I speak. It's not like, say, No Limits, where Peter and I had to create an anthology from scratch in two-and-a-half months.) There's also the usual S.C.E. requirements, getting out an eBook a month, reading proposals, editing manuscripts, etc.

This weekend alone I have to line edit two second-draft novel manuscripts. Wibble.

Oh yeah, somewhere in there, I really need to write three sample chapters for an original novel/novel series that I have high hopes for.

In the middle of that are several conventions -- WorldCon, Con*Cept, Philcon, Albacon -- and a trip to California with suricattus. Wheeeee!

I can do this. I can do this well. No need to be anxious.

  • Current Music
    "Space Happy" by Warp 11
war peace

putting it all in perspective

So I'm sitting here trying not to go insane, when the song "Yeah Brother" comes on the CD (Red Alert by Warp 11, a band that does all Star Trek-themed music -- like filk only by talented professional musicians). And I hear the line:

"Prime Directive gonna make my dick explode."

Suddenly, nothing matters all that much......
  • Current Music
    "Yeah Brother," obviously.....