Upon Reflection…
I’ve decided that you give up on a story when it’s about Jebi Knight Mary Sue, leading the oppressed rebel army of big business against the forces of evil market restrictions, led by the terrifying Darth Nader. Short of that, you give up on a story when...A Question.
I have a question, for those of you wiser than I. When do you give up on a story? Never? When you run out of markets? When you decide it sucks? I’m considering pulling a story from circulation. I just… feel it’s flawed. I wrote it over a year ago and...*gibber*
I’m trying to exercise more, mainly so I feel like less of a slug. Lots of people (Orson Scott Card, etc.) recommend exercise for authors on the grounds that it’s hard to force lively prose out of a sluggish, tired body, and it’s true. I may have to...New story in circulation, and badness…
Thanks to the comments of Jen, Margo, and Lisa, the nightmare story is now in circulation under the name “Book of Shadows.” W00t! I went to go record the information on my Treo–yes, yes, I track these things in mysql and php–and lo, my poor...Wow.
Based on the latest crit for the nightmare story, the way my system of magic works was completely unclear. Every single question my reader had was about how the magic worked. And here I was worried that I was being all sledgehammery! Apparently, I needn’t have...Nightmare story updated yet again…
I made even more changes to the nightmare story, but no one’s seen them yet. The S.O. was working on his own novel, damn him! *shakes fist* That, and I’m a little too worried about Hurricane Katrina smacking New Orleans to worry about whether my changes to...Sallya free!
Alien Skin just bought “The Captivity of Princess Sallya.” It’s scheduled to appear in the October/November issue.Friends, Romans, Countrymen!
John Scalzi is looking for SF clichés. Oh, be still my beating heart! I can’t help it, I still love spaceflight and Amazon women on the moon; I suspect anyone who read SF of a certain period at a certain age or younger can say the same. Heh. *ponders...Yikes. Juvenilia.
I was unpacking a box and discovered a piece of my own juvenilia. I was probably about 17 when I wrote that tale of a pompous unreliable narrator on an unsuccessful diplomatic mission. The characterization was what you’d expect from a teenager, the gender...Subscribe
