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Archive for July, 2011

Progress Report, in which I am Satanized (for your protection)

With the rewrite of From Earth I Have Arisen complete, I spent most of last week prepping for Osfest, which proved to be a grand time.  Had some good panels, including a lively discussion of Hollywood’s endless love affair with remakes, for which I might have contributed an original thought or two.  I also enjoyed the panel on killing your characters, which included some great insights and anecdotes from guest of honor David Weber.

As has become something of a tradition, I once again played RoomCon.  And in another tradition, Travis Heermann once again transformed me.  This year, I became Satan:

Note the hair. 


My reading on Sunday seemed to go pretty well, too.  I read "Odd Jobs" and got laughs in most of the right places.  As it happens, I still need to do another (minor) revision of this story, but the version I read is pretty close to the finished product.

And speaking of "Odd Jobs," that just happens to be my project for this week.

And then . . . and then . . . then I might finally get to . . . dare I say it?  Dare I even think it?

Yes, I dare:  Work on the next novel.

I know.  Gives me chills, too.

No updates for Write Club.

And I’m out.

OSFest 4.0!

The next stop on the 2011 Rotundo World Tour is this weekend, right here in the Big O:  OSFest, the Omaha Science Fiction and Fantasy Festival.  Guests of Honor include David Weber, Sarah Clemens, and Gintaras Duda.

Here’s my schedule:

Friday
11 PM–The Magnificent 7 and the 7 Deadly Sins
The 7 best and 7 worst science fiction films.

Saturday
2 PM–To Remake or Not To Remake
Another look at remakes, reboots, and sequels.  (Those of you who know me a little know I have some, ah, strong feelings on the subject.)

3 PM–Harlan Ellison:  Bad Boy of SF Literature?
A look at the career and antics of Harlan Ellison.  (If for no other reason, come to this one to see me make some enemies.  Should be fun!)

6 PM–Redshirts:  How To Kill Your Characters
When is it necessary to kill off a character you have created, why is it done, and some intriguing methods for doing it.  "Crewman number 13, please report to the transporter room."

Sunday
10 AM–Writing Workshop
Try your hand at writing exercises designed to get your creative juices flowing.  Bring paper and pen.

1 PM–Reading
Haven’t decided yet what I’ll be reading.  But as always, some goodies will be provided.  Come for a treat, stay for a tale!
 

Times and dates are, of course, subject to change.

Oh, and I almost forgot to mention–I’ll be playing Room Con 7.2 on Saturday night.  Always a good time!

It has been such a joy to witness the growth of this con in four short years.  I’m glad to be a part of it.  Hope to see you this weekend!

Progress Report, in which I gotta be me

Added another 1700 words to the rewrite of From Earth I Have Arisen, which makes Magic Meter read thus:


Aaaaand we’re done.  Pretty much.  Except for a bit of tidying and reformatting.

Despite my best efforts at cutting, I still went over 40K, which means From Earth will officially remain a novel.  I thought the revamped ending would require an extra chapter.  Turned out I needed three extra chapters–an additional 9200 words.  It also means, of course, that I’ll have next to nowhere to market this one.  C’est la vie.  And really–if I weren’t painting myself into corners, I just wouldn’t be me, would I?

(By the way, if you are by any chance comparing Magic Meters from week to week, you have probably concluded that either I can’t add or I’m a compulsive liar.  The truth is that I had some extra verbiage in the draft as I worked, some leftovers from the original ending and from my first stab at rewriting it.  I hadn’t been deleting that stuff because it would have made keeping track of the new words well nigh impossible.  Now that I’m done, though, I’ve cut out the leftovers.)

(And if you have been comparing my Magic Meters week to week, you really need to get out more.  Then again, so do I.)

After the cleanup of From Earth, I’ll finally be able to turn to a new novel project, which at this time looks to be a story in the same continuity, but with a completely different set of characters.  It might even include the protagonist from my Writers of the Future 24-hour story.  That’s the current plan, anyway–but as always, it’s subject to change.

A final snippet:

The flashlight and its owner came steadily on. Its beam lighted on him, swung away . . . then swung back. Black Eagle squinted against it, unable to raise a hand to shield his face. One arm was bent beneath him, and the other was still tangled in the underbrush.

The flashlight owner came upon him and stopped, looking down. The black shape was too large to be Eaglet.

Then he spoke: "Black Eagle."

The voice was a man’s, ragged but still distinct: Jack Knife.

Of course.

No updates for Write Club.

And I’m out.