Category Archives: Writing

Dog’s barking, can’t fly without umbrella.

I feel like I’m slowing down. Probably a mix of burnout and deadlines being behind me. I finished the first pass on my short story for class and emailed it to the special lady friend for feedback and editing.

Class is going well. At the very least I think I’m getting everything done and I at least entertain my other classmates with my writing exercises.

I’ve been approached to work on another roleplaying game. My hopes are not very high. The person has offered to pay me for some previous work I’ve done but such payment has not manifested.

Nothing has moved forward with me being in the Kansas workshop. I sent the info to my mom, and have gotten only a minimal response in return. I’ll probably have to either figure out an alternate payment route or just give up on going this year. A little disappointing, but I’m feeling less confident lately.

I think that’s about it. Come March, I’ll start having monthly deadlines for short stories that are due places. I will probably also try to shop some of my other stories around. I’ve got leads on some additional venues I may try out.

Quick bits.

Got my pre-order copies of the Crossed Genres Year One. Pretty excited to have it in hand. Got some extra copies, and I’m trying to decide what to do with them. At least one is being sent to a friend who does book reviews. Another is going to my mom. I have two others I need to decide on.

As part of Crossed Genre‘s Post a Story for Haiti, I put up Golden Apples for people to read. There is a donation link for Doctors Without Borders if you feel generous.

Went to my first member meeting for PNWA. The place was packed, likely because the meeting featured a local agent who was going to talk about writing synopses. This was a hot topic, since PNWA has a literary contest coming up and novelists are expected to provide a synopsis. The agent set off a bit of alarm when she gave some… non-standard advice regarding the topic. There was a lot of good advice, though, and I’m starting to feel a little intimidated by my own work on my synopsis.

That’s it for now. I’m going to stumble off to bed.

Notes from the front lines.

I feel like a dork. I utterly failed to transition my last post from, “Here’s the anthology I’m in” and “And now about RustyCon.” I could go back and edit it, but it’s populated out to other places, including FB. I have no idea what would happen, and I don’t want to be blamed for crashing the Internets. Those tubes can only take so much strain.

As I mentioned last post, I frantically took notes on my iPhone notepad. I emailed myself the notes, but it’s still just random information. At first my plan was to at least talk about the “calls to action” I felt in the presentation. But it occurs to me that others may find this info useful, so I figured I could dump out my notes and see how much of it makes sense while it’s still fresh in my head.
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I cast magic missile on the darkness.

Crossed Genres has posted pictures of the anthology that I was will appear in. I had gotten a sneak peek a while ago, but fought off the urge to post anything until they had something on their site.

I had a good time. I mostly attended panels either on writing or a couple futurist panels that overlapped with my interests. It seemed like a relatively small convention. If their site is to be believed, it’s not Ambercon-small, but I didn’t honestly see that many people moving about. I may post a more thorough blow-by-blow review, but quickly:
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My brain feels like an over-squeezed lemon.

Work on writing last night got borked when I remembered that I wanted to go to the Buddhist Center, especially since someone I hadn’t seen in years was visiting from England. So I went out and got my dharma on.

Today has been spent at the Wayward, working on my synopsis for A Sunless Garden and doing a first round of polish for the excerpt. Since the girl has unexpected email access out in BFE, I will email my stuff off to her. Once I get some feedback and do a second wave of changes, I’ll probably start begging people to give it another round of looking.
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