June 10, 2008 • No Comments
My new web site is still not up, but I got a look at the first design draft this weekend. Very nice! It’s striking and clean. I can’t wait for it to be ready.
And …. RAVENOUS came back for edits. I can tell what I’m doing for the next week or so. Although there’s not a lot written there by my editor, I want to have a thorough read-through myself. By the time I galloped to the deadline and turned it in, I was exhausted. That’s never the optimum state for polishing. I’ve not looked at it for a couple of months, so I feel much more able to nit-pick with a fresh eye.
Seeing the manuscript reminded me of a bunch of stuff I meant to do in book 2 but neglected to work into the plot. Oops. At least I remembered it early enough to fix that, or poor Holly would have to wait for the next go-round to solve this particular issue.
What else? Lots of stuff to do with the business side of writing. Packaging and promotion is such a monumental part of what authors do, it could be a full time job on its own. I need staff. Grabbing the odd holiday day isn’t enough, at least until I can teach the cats to stuff envelopes. Sadly, the first thing Evil Kitty did when encountering a neatly tape-and-tyveked envelope was chew holes in it. Not really the right instincts for good office admin, though perhaps he’d make a decent reviewer.
Good thing for him that he’s cute.
June 4, 2008 • No Comments
RAVENOUS, THE UNNAMED SEQUEL has a chapter. I finished it in a hurry last night, so I hope the ending made sense. I’m eager to be off and running and not too much revising just yet. I want to get to the good stuff before I’m looking over my shoulder.
Feel the waves of mild panic. This book is due in November. I have a prickly feeling that’s closer than I suspect. And, just like last time, there’s probably a finance exam scheduled around my due date–for a course I haven’t started yet. And two conferences over the summer/fall. And relatives coming to stay. I won’t be bored.
Good thing summer TV looks quite dreadful – there’ll be no temptation from that quarter. Oh, don’t get me started on reality TV. I’m not sure whose reality that is.
Of course, before I go all superior and judgmental, I did rather enjoy the one with the vampire, the witch, and etc. but that’s an easy sell to a paranormal junkie. What was that called again? Mad House?
May 29, 2008 • No Comments
This from the Curious Times, printed today in my local paper:
“[I]f you were wondering when the aliens are coming to save us, wonder no longer. According to a book called The Coming Human Aliens, the Earth is going to be flushed down a massive black hole within the next four years and we will all be given the choice to go down with the ship or be rescued by representatives of 143,999 alien races.”
Does that mean I don’t get to see all the Harry Potter movies? On the other hand, I can stall on the new roof …
May 27, 2008 • No Comments
I was trolling around on the internet looking for Fun Facts About Bloodsuckers and came across the term “vampire” applied to household appliances that utilize standby power. This seems to apply to anything with clocks, status lights or other “instant on” features. These days, most appliances larger than a toaster have something that glows or flashes, so the power drain adds up.
I usually keep my stereo and computer hooked into power bars with surge protectors, so it would be easy enough to turn everything off with one button. Sounds good: be green, save money. Vampires, since they live enough years to see the long-term effects of pollution, will undoubtedly approve.
The down side is that all the electronics guys I talk to say that putting something like a VCR through the “power up” process each and every time it’s used is very hard on the machine – not to mention the inconvenience of resetting all its features.
I think there is some truth to this. I killed (staked?) a VCR when I was unplugging it all the time due to cord-chewing kittens. One day it just wouldn’t find the stations any more. In a similar vein, the guy who installed my cable modem insisted it should not be unplugged or it would disrupt some internal cycle.
So what to do, besides demanding manufacturers make more earth friendly stuff? I’ve been trying to research a bit, but can’t find an easy solution. I want to do the right thing environmentally, but I am loathe to damage my toys.
I am finding plenty of OTHER interesting environmental tidbits. This site has some good tips:
May 22, 2008 • No Comments
Just a heads-up that my long-suffering term critique buddy A.J. Menden and I have a new joint venture here: http://community.livejournal.com/capes_coffins/
This is just an added extra to regular blog programming. Come join us in our new sandbox for excerpts and more!
May 20, 2008 • No Comments
I spent the weekend decluttering and cleaning, and it felt wonderful. Yeah, I know. A sure sign of procrastination.
I could have been doing a lot of more creative things, like getting started on my next piece of writing, but I realized that the nesting phase was a necessary part of my pre-book activities. I needed to dust, straighten, tidy up my reference shelf, and put away the debris from my last project. I even filed away old receipts. Now all is cleared away and my laptop sits in readiness, free of the thicket of sticky notes usually adorning my desktop. There’s room for something new.
It led me to think about writing habits. There are big writing rituals and little ones. What are yours? The big clean/file purge? Picking out CDs? Gummy bears? Toys and mascots?
May 16, 2008 • No Comments
There’s never a shortage of weird and fascinating things out there if one takes the time to look. For instance, I stumbled on this: http://www.newdawnmagazine.com/Article/The_British_Occult_Secret_Service.html
A lot of this was familiar to me from previous reading, and some of it was contradicted by other things I’ve read. But there were a few nuggets here I’m looking forward to following up.
I’m not all that familiar with the occult connections to WWII. The idea that Ian Fleming (author of James Bond) was a key player in the deception and capture of Rudolf Hess (an important member of Hitler’s High Command) is pretty interesting. The fact that he did it by leaking false astrological predictions is proof that truth is stranger than fiction. I’m definitely going to have to dig around and see what else I can find out!
May 14, 2008 • No Comments
Apparently it is now possible that the little voices in your head were put there by someone else. Perhaps a hack flogging breakfast cereal.No, I’m serious.
I love a piece of fun advertising as much as the next person, but this really makes me wonder. As an author, I have imaginary conversations going on in my head anyway – which brings to mind the old saw about a certain breed of lunatics becoming either a) serial killers or b) the next Joan of Arc or c) fiction writers.
However, the tech (called hypersonic sound technology) to replicate this phenomenon commercially is now available. It works by beaming sound waves that are inaudible until someone steps into their path. Apparently, hitting a solid object (such as a shopper) causes the sound waves to slow, mix, and whisper their message into the shopper’s ear. No one around them can hear, at least until they step into the beam.
Once this tech becomes mainstream, we run the risk of being yammered at by ads wherever we go. Which of course, only ups the ante for the next new marketing ploy.
Maybe we can try hypnotic manipulation. You’re calm. You’re getting sleepy. You’re going to buy my book now …. Three copies …. Take them to the cash desk … Now take out your credit card ….
May 13, 2008 • No Comments
I’m finally getting around to posting some shots of The Queen. She and the Demon Lord of Kitty Badness (DLKB) are not on speaking terms, mostly because he bounces too much and tries to eat all her food. Not easy to see in these shots, but she has the approximate configuration of a bowling ball on tiny, dainty paws.
May 11, 2008 • No Comments
My good friend has an elderly cat. I shared house space with Mr. H (the cat) and his brother for the first many years of his life. Now that he is of a curmudgeonly age (the cat, not my friend), I am one of the auxiliary humans called upon when something medical needs doing.
Lately, this something has involved pumping fluids into him via subcutaneous injection. The ritual involves swathing Mr. H in a large yellow towel and clinging on for dear life while my friend stabs him with a needle. Then we assume the position long enough for the drip to happen. If the Paws of Death do not emerge from the towel–one sneaky claw at a time–about twenty minutes later we emerge unbloodied and the cat sloshes away. Mr. H looks weird with one side bulging full of ringer’s solution, sort of like half a sumo cat. The good part is it perks him right up.
This is not without its ridiculous side. The other night I was sitting there with a half-nelson on Mr. H and thought, “great, he’s fighting back with his bladder.” Turned out the needle had gone in and right out the other side of the fold of skin. We were hydrating my pant leg instead of the cat. My friend withdrew the needle and started over, only to discover the solution still trickling out of Mr. H like a half-hearted garden fountain. I always assumed skin would heal over a needle prick instantly, but he’d sprung a leak where the extra puncture had been. Happily, he did not start leaking air and whizz around the ceiling like a burst balloon.
All’s well that ended well – when we were done Mr. H still chased his kibble around the floor like a maniac.