intr. v.: impending

[greygirlbeast]

No numbered lists today. I've not the patience for it, and I have too little to say, and, besides, NASA finally decided the odds of the elctro-whatsit generator we need to proceed "probably" won't create a vast artificial black hole.

Secrets make me weary.

Yesterday...well, I did do some stuff. Spooky went out and rented a second storage unit, because there's too many comp copies of books I've written or have stories in, and everything has to be reorganized, and my isn't that exciting? Tonight, we'll be lugging boxes of books to Pawtucket. Still awaiting the go-ahead from the National Aeronautics geeks, I tried to begin a new vignette...or short story. Not sure which yet, or either. Or if either? Something's wrong there. Anyway, sovay helped me with the Greek for the title: "Hē tēs thalássēs mártys (ἡ τῆς θαλάσσης μάρτυς)," and I even wrote 104 words on it before giving up. Not in disgust. In something else. Possibly in misgiving or in trepidation.

Sometime, thereafter, I had my first seizure in months. Spooky wasn't here, and I came to on the kitchen floor. The usual "I have no idea what happened immediately beforehand" amnesia and the back of my head hurt. But no damage done. Just when I think I'm never going to have another one of these things...Anyway, my suspicion is there's just been far too much stress the last couple of weeks, which is, obviously, a primary trigger for PNES seizures,

Yesterday, talking about Silk, someone in the comments mentioned how they enjoyed the interconnectedness of the books. And I replied that, truthfully, I regret the novels being interconnected — Silk through Daughter of Hounds — and that I've seriously considered rewriting "Bainbridge" to remove its connections to Silk and Murder of Angels (and, so, by extension, the other three novels). I have no idea how my readers would feel about my attitude towards having tied all this stuff together, but as the years go by it seems juvenile, and as though I did the wrong thing for all the wrong reasons. Hence, The Red Tree and The Drowning Girl: A Memoir are almost entirely devoid of any connection to my earlier books. The bizarre series that Blood Oranges may be the beginning of, this is not the way I will continue to write most novels in the future (and I do not think of Blood Oranges as one of my serious novels; it's just a peculiar lark, fun, something to wake me up after the long fever dream of The Drowning Girl: A Memoir).

The weather's turning to shit just in time for this weekend's shoot. I suppose we will muddle through. Perhaps literally.

Oh, I know what I was going to say. One reason I stopped writing "Hē tēs thalássēs mártys (ἡ τῆς θαλάσσης μάρτυς)" yesterday was this sudden fear that I'm writing far too many stories about the sea. Yes, I know I do it very well. But I'm beginning to feel like I'm...repeating myself. Well, I know what I mean.

In the end, yesterday was an all but wasted day...which makes four in a row...during a month when I couldn't afford even one. But this shit happens. At least, today, I can go back to work in earnest. After all the email. Spooky has to drive down to her parents' place to gather up some spare blankets and pillows and stuff for people who will be crashing here over the weekend. We're still waiting on final conformation about shooting scenes in the Athenaeum. There's an awful lot of chaos (not with the Atehnaeum, that wasn't what I meant to imply). But this whole thing begins day after tomorrow, and a lot of things are still up in the air. And the funny part? There's zero evidence that book trailers help sell books. But we have a three thousand dollar budget.

I should go now, before I hurt myself.

Oh, but first — and speaking of book trailers — there's this. The first volume of Odd?, a new biannual anthology from Ann and Jeff VanderMeer (presently only an ebook, but a hardcopy edition is on its way), reprints my story "A Child's Guide to the Hollow Hills." But I think the promotional video is far more entertaining than is my story:

Masochistic,
Aunt Beast

Comments

[lady-tigerfish.livejournal.com]

That trailer was great. And they actually wrote a good song for it too.

Which I suppose doesn't provide any further evidence as to whether or not book trailers sell books, as I haven't decided whether or not I'll buy the book, only that I'd buy the song if it were available for purchase and will probably seek out another short film by the same guy when he makes one.

[tziedel.livejournal.com]

On the upside of renting a storage unit for comp copies of books and other writerly items, it's a tax deduction.

[ashlyme.livejournal.com]

Interesting trailer. I couldn't hear the song, sadly; had problems with the sound on my Netbook. Jeff's a hard-working man...seems you leave him for a couple of days and he's got a new anthology out.

I hope The Drowning Girl trailer works out well for you all.

[iterum.livejournal.com]

"μάρτυς"

Meant as "martyr" or "witness"?

I wouldn't worry about the sea thing; you're in Lovecraft country. Something in the briny air.

On the interconnectedness of books...

[edwarddain.livejournal.com]

The purist in me would be annoyed by you re-writing things - there is a part of me that dislikes that sort of act on an artist's part while I also recognize their right to do so. I can even admit that it might make them better but Marion Zimmer Bradley did that with at least one of her Darkover novels at it always irked me to a degree because I like being able to watch an artist's style and voice develop across the corpus of thier work (warts and all).

D.

[opalblack.livejournal.com]

I liked that the interlinking of those books was a subtle aspect of the worldbuild, rather than an overt narrative. As I've mentioned sometime in the dim and distant, I read them somewhat out of order, and it wasn't until Low Red Moon (which I read last) that those threads tied for me. It made the world deeper and more disconcerting.

But that was my experience as a reader, and as a writer I know how a thing written can grate on one when the question of why has no sufficient answer.

Learning the craft of writing is occupational by nature. One does not do one's training or apprenticeship and leave it at that. Some writers never master their craft. I think you are a finer writer for all your mistakes than you could have been without making them. It's just a mixed blessing of the trade that they are so often placed in public view, all solid and prone to rearing up and taunting you long after the fact. Not like baking, where you can toss them away and forget about them, and in three years or so you will be a Baker and that's pretty much that.

If you can bear it, let them stand. They are what they are, if that can be enough. Put the effort into new and different, if you try to fix the imperfections of the past you'll get stuck there. Remember what happened to The Stand when King tried to fix it after the fact, not to speak of what happened to King himself. The thing with the imperfect past is that it isn't broken, so attemps to fix it will nigh-invariably fuck up.

I know it's odd sort of advice when our trade is one of obsession and reflection, but don't obsess and reflect too much. Obsess reflectively, perhaps, and don't reflect obsessively. That might not be exactly what I mean. Maybe I'm trying to put something wordless into words again. It's a compulsion, and one I should keep firmly in check before coffee.

Today I woke with a phrase in my mind (no good dreams to springboard the day's work), and it's one that could make readers of Michael Swanwick and Holly Black shudder; Fairy Tantra. I don't know what, if anything will come of it, but it sent my mind down some perilous paths.

[guenevere.livejournal.com]

What is it that you dislike about the interconnection of your books? That's actually one of the things I really enjoy about them (obviously not the only thing!)
I like that they're connected enough to pick up on it and have it add to your enjoyment off all the books, all together, but not so much so that you can't read them independently of each other, or out of order.

[kore-on-lj.livejournal.com]

I don't know why but I always miss book trailers, of every kind. The only one I remember seeing close to when the book came out was Chelsea Cain's, and that was because I was tracking the author. Is there a book trailer channel or something?

(Book trailers are very unlikely to make me buy a book, just as movie trailers are very unlikely to make me see a movie. I was screwed once by the trailer for Event Horizon and NEVER AGAIN.)

I actually love how the Silk-to-Hounds books are all connected and love them all so much it's a little hard to imagine them being rewritten -- but heck, they're your books, it's your work, and back in the days before publishing used to like selling mass-produced candy bars, authors used to produce Uniform and Collected Editions (just look at Henry James). I'd say it's the maker's call.