Saturday, February 23, 2019

A Tiny Step Taken

About ten years ago, I wrote a little science fiction story called "Is That What You Want", which is about a transaction in a place that rents out sexbots. It's more of a vignette than a story, but it is complete at a modest 1,400 wordcount.

I dug it up from the depths of my hard drive by using the most obvious search term and found that much of my future technology had gone out of date. Soon after, I learned at a panel at Chattacon called "Sex and the Single Robot" that modern technology was getting closer to catching up to my notions of sexbots. I figured I needed to get this story out before it was rendered obsolete.

I updated it and ran it past a couple of writers' groups--Vicious Circle and Decatur Science Fiction, Fantasy and Horror Scribes, both of which are on Meetup and I highly recommend--and the feedback was quite possibly the most positive I've gotten for anything I've ever written.

So I gave it one more grind and polish and sent it out to Clarkesworld magazine. We'll see if it takes. If not, a dear friend of mine has provided me with a long list of potential markets, so I can keep moving from there. I'll try to update here as I progress.

Wish me luck.

Friday, December 28, 2018

It's still 2018, isn't it?

I haven't written much here, but I have been writing. I successfully completed National Novel Writing Month this past November, for certain values of "completed." I crossed the 50,000 mark a few days early, and closed out at 54,527 on the 30th. However, the novel itself is not narratively complete, so it ended on "To be continued..." instead. (My outline--which I played with for most of the year--was ridiculously detailed.) I plan to work on finishing it over the next few months (there's not enough material left to merit a sequel out of it, plus I have stuff in mind for the next book in the series) and edit into something rereadable.

The revisions on The Two Kinds of Magic are progressing nicely, thanks to a writers' group that specializes in genre fiction. (As I've discovered, getting feedback on an urban fantasy from literary types is Not Very Helpful.) I'm already outlining revisions in my head for parts that they haven't even gotten to yet, based on things they've already pointed out in the parts that they have.

I finished writing (I may have started it last year) a short story called Vexations, which is set in the same world as The Two Kinds of Magic and its sequel, The Suicide Demon. It's an urban fantasy setting where magic exists (covertly), but is limited to only those who have been transformed by it in some way. The plot centers on someone who is transformed rather earlier than expected. I'm not sure if it counts as a short story, because it's 15,000 words (this apparently qualifies it for the title "novelette" that nobody uses) but a little research indicates that there are places that will accept stories of that length. I've sent it to a couple of dear friends to look over and once I've heard back from them (unless impatience gets the better of me) I'll be shipping it out to make the rounds of periodicals and other potential markets.

This coming year I would like to post here a little more often, particularly in terms of 100 Odd Words posts. I used to do them once a week and rather fell out of the habit. It would be good if I could resume it, but I don't have nice, clean Saturdays right now so I'm not sure I can make a steady go of it. But I can at least celebrate my progress on the writing projects I have going right now, and yammer about writing in general, even if I'm not particularly qualified by most standards,

Saturday, February 3, 2018

100 Odd Words: The Confession of Sebastian James

“Forgive me, father, for I have sinned.  My last confession was three months ago.  I have committed a mortal sin, but I did it to preserve the life of my apprentice, my friend, the safety of this world and my own life.”

From behind the screen there was a sigh.  Sebastian recognized it.  It was Father Harrison, who usually took confession around this time.  It was safe to tell him everything; he had been red cord bound for years after witnessing someone flying.

Father Harrison finally spoke.  His voice was weary.  “Tell me, Sebastian, who have you killed this time?”

Friday, February 2, 2018

Excuse Note 02/01/2018

Please excuse Sheila from working on Vexations yesterday and in the near future, as she has run out of things to do to it and will likely not have any new things to do until she receives feedback from her various writers' groups. Thank you.

Wednesday, January 31, 2018

Excuse Note 1/31/2018

Please excuse Sheila from working on Vexations today as she was mesmerized by the supermoon.

Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Hello Hello Again Again

I just pointed some people to this blog, which I take as a hint that I should update the thing so the last entry isn't over a year ago. My various streams of income have been very demanding and I have been writing actual fictional stuff in the free time in between. And NaNoWriMo pretty much ate my November.

But one of my New Year's resolutions was to do twelve posts in my various blogs (in totality--not per blog) and I just finished another resolution of submitting The Two Kinds of Magic to at least five agents, so I'm feeling like things are possible.

I'm working on two things right now. One is a short(ish) story called Vexations which I was starting in the previous entry here. (It was 7,000 words then; it clocks in at 14,000 words now.) The other is a detailed outline of this coming November's NaNoWriMo effort. (It's a sequel to last year's--I guess I just didn't want the story to end.) I've sniffed out some potential places to submit Vexations once I've run it past my writers' groups. The NaNovel is chronically unpublishable (I can say this before I've even written it) but it's so fun to work with, I call it 'cake.' So when I'm talking about having cake, I'm not talking about scarfing down frosting-covered delicious goodness. I'm talking about working on (tentative title) The London Trial.

But I've been gorging myself on cake, and still have yet to integrate the feedback I've gotten so far on Vexations into the work itself. (Writers' groups are awesome and I wish I'd joined one much earlier--I'll probably have a blog post about them soon.) So it's time to whip out the excuse notes. Every day I don't work on Vexations, I have to write and post an excuse note here.

If things go well, you won't be seeing too many of them.

Friday, December 16, 2016

Five Minutes

As you may have noticed, I have successfully updated this blog after a little over a year of silence.  One entry I’d already written, to be fair, but I also restarted with new material.

The thing that held me back was the lack of time.  I am currently working two jobs, sometimes three depending on the season, and I still have my Ten Thousand Flowers Project to attend to, as well as learning guitar and writing fiction.  Finding an hour or two, as most writing advice recommends, is not something I can do on a daily basis.  Even twenty minutes is too much to ask most days.

So I experimented with five.  Five at minimum, sometimes more.  My technique is to sit down to work and glance at the clock.  I calculate five minutes from there and start to work.  Periodically I check the clock and stop when I’ve hit the five minute mark.  Sometimes I get so absorbed in what I’m writing I breeze past five minutes.  The point is to do something every day, and a minimum of five minutes a day is something I can fit in even on the most cramped of days.

Five minutes a day has gotten me seven thousand words and counting into a short story that may be a novella by the time I’m done with it.  Five minutes a day allowed me to update all five of my blogs, including this one--some of which hadn’t been updated in years.  Five minutes a day is undemanding, hard to talk oneself out of and surprisingly effective.

The trick is to find that five minutes every single day.  Five minutes every once in a while won’t get you very far.  I print out a calendar sheet every month (so I don't feel so bad about writing on it) and check off every day that I write.  Some days I miss now and again but they’re generally days when I’m hardly at home.  But at only five minutes, it’s very easy to make it a daily discipline.  Five minutes a day adds up to about two and half hours a month, which is better than resolving to write an hour a day and never doing it.  You’d be amazed how much you can get done in the space of five minutes and how quickly five minute days can add up.

So if you’ve been wanting to write and you’re having trouble finding the time, give five minutes a day a try.  It may get you farther than all those unfulfilled resolutions ever will.