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wolven
“May all beings everywhere plagued with sufferings of body and mind quickly be freed from their illnesses. May those frightened cease to be afraid, and may those bound be free. May the powerless find power, and may people think of befriending one another. May those who fling themselves in trackless, fearful wilderness—the children, the ages, the unprotected—be guarded by beneficent celestial, and may they swiftly attain Buddhahood.”
— Buddhist Prayer for Peace, first heard at the U.N. Day of Prayer for World Peace 2, through Lama Gangchen Rinpoche

SHATTERING THE LEY Cover Hits the Online Bookstores!
jpsorrow
So the cover of SHATTERING THE LEY (coming July 1st) has now hit the online bookstores, which is good, since I think the cover rocks and will help people to notice the book AND also help get them to preorder their copies. (Seriously, preorders really help the author, so if you know your going to get the book regardless, please preorder.) Here's the Barnes & Noble link and here's the link to Amazon.com And just in case you missed it earlier, here's the actual cover:




lovely day
mizkit

The weather has taken a sudden turn for the better, causing me to accidentally work on my sunburn a little yesterday. Gonna have to find the sunblock today. (Or not, as it’s all foggy-ish now.)

We spent over an hour at the park yesterday chasing a frisbee around, which was great fun. My nephew has this lightweight mostly-fabric frisbee that rises and drops much more dramatically than a plastic one, as it’s much more affected by the wind. After a while I got to where I could throw it to my sister and she could catch it almost every time, but the rest of us only managed to catch it a couple times each. It would come right for you and then leap up five feet, or suddenly just hit the ground several feet in front of you. And sometimes it would saaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiil foooooooreeeeever. :) Anyway, it was lots of fun. :)

Then last night I finished polishing up the PADYA proposal and sent it off to the agent (who was out of the office. usually that only happens with my editor!), so that’s one down, one to go, and, er, then one to write from scratch. But not right now. :)

And this morning the first of our house guests arrived (they brought DOUGHNUTS! real american DOUGHNUTS!), so my blogging will probably be even more sporadic for the next three weeks… :)

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In which I have a day
desperance
To nobody's surprise (I am sure), I'm not sleeping so well at the moment. Which means I wake dreamsick, to a bad and scary world; which means I start every day very tense, very anxious, very depressed. I have a twitch in my fingers, and I'm scared of the mail and I'm scared of the phone and nothing I do is has any worth or value.

It does get better, though, in a regular progression through the day: as there is less ahead that I have to do, and the time of first alcohol grows closer. Alcohol makes everything better. Evenings are totally my favourite part of the day. Dinner done, wife beside me, TV and wine and chocolate and cats. What could be nicer?

My takeaway from this - obviously! - is that I should start earlier and drink more. *nods*

In other news, it is barely any time at all since I was boasting posting about the Le Creuset casserole that I've had for thirty years and brought over with me and expected to go on using for the rest of my etc. Sic transit glorious casserole: in the last week I've managed to burn food so solidly onto the enamel that I cannot shift it (without, curiously, having burned the dinner) and crack the lid by dropping it onto concrete. Standing much in need of both retail therapy and a large casserole dish, I have bought me a new one (in a one-day sale at Macy's, fifty bucks for a six-quart enamel cast-iron dish - which is probably more or less what I paid for the Le Creuset, come to think). I have brought it home on the firm understanding that its lifespan shall be measured in human generations, and not be less than one.

And as this is the third post I have made today with the firm intention of deleting it, I shall not do that. One last point, though: is it actually possible, reasonable or right to say "increasingly less"? I had an example from actual internal monologue of me, but that was hours ago and it has slipped my mind. But I thought it - not "increasingly less sophisticated" or "increasingly less subtle", but of that ilk - and then I thought "Wait, can I actually even think that, or do I need to rephrase my thinking?" And I don't know, so tell me, O internets.

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Off
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Today I wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote. And edited and wrote. But I’m still not done. But it’s better every day!

Tomorrow we are off to Norwescon; I will be taking the novel with, because that’s what’s happening. We don’t have any programming, but Mark is showing in the art show–so, come see!

I’m sure there is more to tell, but the writing has eaten my brain today, so… So.


Originally published at Shannon Page. You can comment here or there.


I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem
cmpriest
Signed, sealed, and mailed off the Amended Tax Return of the Damned this morning, so that's done. I hope. I don't mind paying taxes, to tell you the truth; I like having roads, fire fighters, cops, and so forth - and I am a grown-ass adult who understands that these things cost money. But I swear to God, there must be a better way to collect it.

Like I've said before, if you want an exercise in absolute counter-intuitive insanity, try paying taxes like a self-employed creative professional for a year or two. It'll give you ulcers.

And that's all I'll say about that.

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Maplecroft is still 4-1/2 months away and my brain already cannot shut the hell up about it. Today I started cobbling together some guest post content, in hopes that I might score a spot with some of my blogging friends later on this summer. It was either that, or just start doodling "Maplecroft <3 4evah" on my Trapper Keeper.

Anyway, I'm starting to think about promo schwag - since we're going to drop this one a smidge early at DragonCon, and I'll be doing several events between now and the end of the year. It's useful to have such stuff on hand, to remind people of what's coming - or what's available, depending on my timing. So for starters, I'll print up the usual handbills, and I might even do what I did with Boneshaker back in the day: Offer up a pack of 10-20 to anyone willing to leave them in the coffeehouse/student association lounge/bookstore/etc. of your choice.

I mailed out dozens of such packets a few years ago, and it was kind of fun; people kept sending me pictures re: where they'd left their flyers. It felt like I was following my book around the world.

But aside from that? I'm not really sure. Maybe some temporary tattoos? WHO DOESN'T LOVE THOSE THINGS? I know I love those things, and my real tattoos aren't even jealous. We could work up something with an axe and some blood and the title...maybe. And what about those rubber wrist-band-thingies? They seem pretty popular. Buttons? Magnets?

I'm taking suggestions, folks.

I feel like there must be some awesome promotional gimmick out there for a love letter to Dracula as filtered through Lovecraft in a wholly fictionalized retelling of the Fall River axe murders. But I'll be honest, I'm drawing a blank.

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Here's today's progress on my witchy art-deco horror novel about Lizzie Borden thirty years after her parents' deaths - now featuring ghosts and non-ghosts alike, anti-Catholic conspiracy nuts, supernatural political shenanigans, the mafia, and a Bonus! space-worshiping murder cult hiding behind the KKK:

    Project: Chapelwood
    Deadline: October 1, 2014
    New words written: 2397
    Present total word count: 61,659



    Things accomplished in fiction: Returned to our sweet little axe murderer, who really is just trying to do the right thing; visited an old victim who's now the closest thing to a kindred spirit the poor fellow has in this world.

    Next up: Some bad news. Probably a very bad experience.

    Things accomplished in real life: Neighborhood jaunt with dog; wrapped up tax amendment paperwork; went to the post office and mailed it off; went to Walgreens to put in for a prescription refill; made some phone calls; answered some useful emails; started drafting guest blog posts for deployment later on.

    Other: I feel like I'm forgetting something.

    Number of fiction words so far this year: 95,052

John Hodgman Returns...
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 ... later that same night.

As previously announced here (see below), John will be coming to the Jean Cocteau to perform  his stand-up show I STOLE YOUR DAD, "presenting new observations on subjects including how to dress like a young and relevant person, fax machines and other obsolete technology, marihuana and Downton Abbey, the state songs of Tennessee, the film criticism of Ayn Rand, and how to spend your time when the world did not end like you were certain it would on December 21st of last year."

John H preferred photo

John's appearance is scheduled for 7:00 pm on Monday, June 2... but though the show is still six weeks away, we've had such a demand for tickets that we're almost sold out.  The Cocteau, please recall, has only 125 seats.  As of this morning, we had sold 108 tickets.  We expect the last few to be gone by week's end.

So it thrills me to announce that John Hodgman has agreed to do a second show for all his fans in Santa Fe.  The second show will also be on Monday, June 2, but starting at 9:00 pm.  Tickets to the late show will be available from the Cocteau website    http://www.jeancocteaucinema.com/   starting today.  You can also call the theatre at 505-466-5528 or drop by the box office in person.

If you want to snag one of those last dozen or so tickets to the 7:00pm show, I'd advise you to act ASAP.  Meanwhile, for the night owls and those shut out of the early show, we now have the 9:00pm performance.  Admission is $20, with discounts for students and seniors.

John Hodgman is an author and performer best known as the “Resident Expert” on The Daily Show with Jon Stewart, his COMPLETE WORLD KNOWLEDGE trilogy, and for his podcast and New York Times Magazine column, Judge John Hodgman.

See you at the show.

Some stuff
nihilistic_kid
What's up with Oliver? He's sitting up. See?

oliversitting

And doing other developmental stuff; checking with his mother when a stranger appears, picking things up with his thumb and forefinger, lots of babbling, and all the like. Hair hasn't fallen out, eyes (gray) haven't changed color yet, so many old wives seem to be spreading information of dubious quality.

Speaking of information of dubious quality that is not at all financial advice in any way, I've been noticing a lot of my writer contacts online sweating taxes. Most of them are Turbotaxheads, and they mostly seem to wait for everything—1099s, etc. to come in before starting their taxes. What I've been doing is setting stuff up in February and when anything new comes in, I turn on Turbotax and just enter it. Then on days when nothing comes in and I have a bit of time, I'll add up one pile of receipts (e.g., plane tickets, book purchases) in an evening and input that. When I don't receive 1099s, I know how much to input thanks to normal record-keeping. It just seems much less stressful to do taxes in bits and pieces. Anyway, I finished my taxes in late February.

Speaking of, I got a surprise royalty check yesterday, from an essay I wrote on the first Anita Blake book for the essay anthology Ardeur. I've participated in something like fourteen of those pop culture anthologies, and this is only the second to earn out. (The other was the one on House, which sold to a foreign territory to earn out.) And it was a decent little check too—enough for a dinner for two at a place with metal forks (but still paper napkins), I mean. Little surprise checks are always the best. They say, "Hey, remember that thing you did once? Remember that person you were? This is a message from that distant past: go buy some socks."

Invisible is Live!
jimhines

InvisibleAs of today, Invisible is officially a thing! In addition to the guest blog posts featured on the blog, the e-book anthology includes bonus material from Alex Dally MacFarlane, Gabriel Cuellar, Nonny Blackthorne, and Ithiliana.

It’s on sale for $2.99 at the following sites, and I’m hoping to add to this list as other retailer links go live. All proceeds will go to the Carl Brandon Society for Con or Bust.

I learned a lot from this project. I think these essays do a marvelous job of answering the question, “Why does representation matter?” and of looking at different types of representation in our genre.

I’m a big believer in the importance and power of story. The contributors to Invisible showed me new aspects of that power, things I hadn’t necessarily considered before.

If you’re a reviewer and would be interested in a copy, please let me know. And if you feel like spreading the word, I’ll send you a tray of fresh-baked karmic brownies (or another imaginary karmic goodie of your choice).

Mirrored from Jim C. Hines.

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