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Archive for January, 2010

Progress Report, in which I stretch . . . really

Ever look back on the previous week and think that you’re pretty sure you accomplished some stuff, but now, for the life of you, you can’t really think of what it might have been, and it feels like you spent the last seven days doing nothing but playing hearts on the computer?

Yeah.  Me, too.

I embarked on one of my novel crits.  That’s something.

I got a few mss back in the mail.  That’s something, too.

Oh, and I did another review for Fantasy.  It should be up soon.  I’ll be sure to let you know when.

So, yeah, I did some stuff.  That film review, in particular, was a tricky one to write.  But hey, I’m still a neophyte with the form, still learning.  And as such, I’m still struggling to get it right.  This is a Good Thing.  With me being locked into crits for the next month or so, I could use a healthy stretching of the writing muscles.

Yeah, stretching.  That’s what I did last week.  I stretched.

As far as you know, anyway.

And in that uncertain state, I leave you.

Look! I’m on YouTube!

The good folks at Writers of the Future have set up a YouTube channel.  You can view the entire 2009 awards ceremony there, helpfully broken into sections.  You can also view mini-interviews with all the winners and judges, which had been conducted immediately following the ceremony.  I’d been wondering what had happened to all that footage; now I know.

So if you’d like to see me all tuxed up and stammering through an interview, trying (and failing) to sound intelligent, look no further.

Progress Report, in which I find a place of my own

At last, all my critiques are done.  Now I have to start a couple of critiques.

Funny how that works.

It’s like this:  the contest over at Codex is over, but them participants as are willing may participate in a critique swap of entire novels.  Not committed to a new project yet, and in need of feedback on Wet Work, I signed on.  So now I have two full novels to read and critique.  The rewrite of "The Hills" will have to wait a bit.  Do try to contain your disappointment.

I also spent a bit of the past week in a reflective mode.  Year-end assessments will do that to you, I guess.  A documentary I watched on J.K. Rowling (an extra on the latest Harry Potter disc) contributed to the contemplation.  It occurred to me as I watched it that Rowling, in creating Hogwarts, found and claimed a place of her own.  She’s hardly the first; she won’t be the last.  Stephen King has Castle Rock.  Jeff VanderMeer has Ambergris.  And you know, it seems to me that it’s possible–possible, mind you–that I might have found a place of my own, too . . . and it’s Petra.

No, I’m not comparing myself to these well established authors.  I’m not as arrogant as all that–not yet, anyway.  But seriously, folks, I love that prison planet.  I know most of you out there know next to nothing about it, but I am drawn there, and I feel like it’s mine.

So my faith in Petra has been renewed.  The publishing world hasn’t heard the last of it, and neither have you, I’m afraid.

Anyway, onward.