Monthly Archive for October, 2011

Hallo-Squee!

So yeah, I just sent in my revisions for Fury, YAY, and tomorrow I’m flying off to San Francisco! Yes, there will, once again, be ZEPPELINS OF MEAT. There will also be much bonding with my friend Jana, and we’ll be attending Juliet Blackwell’s annual party. FUN.

I will try to take pictures, and hopefully I’ll be inspired by my new, upgraded iPhone. But no matter what, have an awesomely fun Halloween. And if you get bored while I’m gone, I thought the movie 50/50 was very entertaining. Here’s the trailer:

See you soon!

Share

Guest Post: Christopher Hennessy, Poet Extraordinaire

Hello my friends! Today I have the awesome pleasure of introducing one of my absolute favorite people on the planet, my friend Christopher Hennessy. I’ve known Chris forever now, and he’s an inspiration as a poet and a person. I adore him, and I absolutely adore this post about how a childhood reading sci-fi/fantasy helped Chris become a poet. Enjoy!

Hello fellow Selkie lovers,

I am not only a fellow fan, but I count Dr. P. as one of my dear friends. She has invited me to say a few words on the occasion of my debut book recently being published, for which I thank her.

A brief introduction and explanation: I’m currently an English Literature Ph.D. candidate at Umass-Amherst, have just published my first book of poems (yes, poems), but am a lover of all things science fiction and fantasy and even have the bare bones of a SF novel I some day hope to finish. And what I want to share with you is a brief story of a little boy fascinated by the fantastical and the futuristic became a poet—and the debt both he and poetry owe to the genre of speculative fiction, to writing that imagines beyond the present and the possible.

In my earliest writing memories, I am fabulist. I write about a talking proto-zebra who leaves the savannah on an epic journey into the big city to acquire black stripes; I write about a crash-landed alien who needs orange juice to fix and power his spaceship; I write about magical snow that slowly swirled to life (an six-year old’s homage to Frosty!). This wasn’t just what I wanted to write. This is what I believed writing was. The fables and fantasies and talking animals and secret bridges and little boys whose touch could turn anything to chocolate—these were not only my diet, they were having a kind of genetic effect on my imagination. I was being engineered on a molecular level as a specific kind of dreamer.  (If I were to trace things back as far as memory allows, I would find myself in a black movie theater in 1977…I am four years old…I am about to fall in love…I am about to watch Star Wars.)

Fast-forward to high school. I am trying my hand at Star Trek novel in which Enterprise-B is crewed by a chaotic assemblage of screw-ups, neurotics, and dreamers.  Sacrilege, I know.  But I wasn’t a “popular kid,” was decidedly not athletic and chubby and so was using the novel to help myself feel empowered—look at this world I’m creating, the power I wield! At the same time, a friend of mine starts to write poems in math class. As a hard-core reader and future English major, this blows my little rule-following mind. It is the most daring act of anti-math terrorism I can imagine. I start to write poetry, too. The poems don’t make much sense, as I recall. They were mainly about sounds and playing with white space on the page. Perhaps that’s all I could manage while I listened to the teacher drone on about quadratic equations. Or maybe, just maybe, I was feeling my ways along the edges of language because that’s all I knew of poetry.

I see this as a kind of nexus, where things merged and were clarified for me–where I went from a child copying the stories he loved to a young adult learning the power of the word—where I began to see language as not just the means to tell a story but as a way to celebrate the imagination, to draw from fantasy a sense that I was special.

As I type these recollections, I see how science fiction and fantasy were teaching me to believe in their power, to believe in my power, to believe that one could create anything one could imagine just with the right words ordered in the right way.  (I can’t help but think of Coleridge’s belief that poetry is “the best words in their best order.” Of course, I am also reminded of Fox Mulder: “I want to believe.” I need both of these references for my brain to work.)

As I flip through the pages of my book of poems, I see in those pages that love of the fantastical still at work, only now it’s not talking animals or aliens. It’s the love of speaking in another voice, (what the poem does so well)—like the poem in in which I am in drag as Rosaline from Romeo & Juliet. There might not be spaceships, but there’s a Winged Muse who flies high over the Azure Coast and drops words into an unknowing human being below. There might not be magic snow but there’s Icarus who flies to the Moon to escape a judgmental daddy Daedalus. Another about witches and a “ghost boy.” And of course poems where the fantasy lies embedded in the form—a poem using Google to create a collage, another built solely out of the deathbed words of the famous, even one poem addressed to a tuxedo.

I am so grateful to have taken this tour of the fantastical and of the imagination in my life and my poetry. It helps begin to pay a debt to my childhood loves that I now see are the very blood and being of my adult voice.

Learn more and read sample poems.

On Amazon: Love-In-Idleness by Christopher Hennessy

Share

Movies I Like: Art & Copy

If you follow me on social media or are unlucky enough to have to put up with me in real life, you’ll know I’m obsessed with Mad Men. My poor students went through the first weeks of the semester being told how EVERYTHING WE WERE STUDYING WAS ACTUALLY DONE BETTER IN MAD MEN. My obsession is fundamentally abnormal, and is discussed here, in this blog post.

So I’m not going to bore you with more Mad Men adulation (at least until the new season starts). Instead, I’m going to bore you with my adulation of a documentary that, at least in the first half, was awesome to watch as a Mad Men devotee.

The movie is Art & Copy, and here’s the trailer:

I love documentaries as much as I love Mad Men, and when I’m not tweeting my #lessonsdumadmen, I’m tweeting my outrageously excited reactions to things I just learned in a documentary. But I found Art & Copy to be so riveting, I couldn’t even tweet it.

The first half of the film is perfect for anyone who loves Mad Men. They talk about the age of advertising in which Mad Men is set, and they even discuss some of the real ad campaigns that Mad Men references, often as successful campaigns created by Don Draper. It was also interesting to see the “real” Peggys: the women who became powerhouses of their industry at a time when most women were relegated to the secretarial pool.

But the whole move was a fascinating reflection on how advertising works in our society in general, as well as its effect on our culture. For you creative types out there, it was also–especially in the second half–a really fascinating riff on creativity and the creative spirit.

If you’re not interested in anything I’ve mentioned, the second half of the documentary is worth a watch just for the interior design of the headquarters of the top firms. I gotta say, I wish writers could have offices like the big advertising companies. If any of y’all want an Urban Fantasist In Residence, I am THERE. Especially any of you in NYC or Frisco. Just sayin’. ;-)

Bottom line: if you like Mad Men, like a good documentary, or are interested in either the nature of creativity or the effects of advertising on our culture, you should love Art & Copy.

And wait till you see the Nest! That’s all I’m saying. Nest.

Share

Belated Pimpage and a WIENER!

Hello mah pets.

First off, I’m sorry that everything about this post is belated. I’m afraid that I am belated, this week. I’m revising revising revising and although it’s going well, my brain is a bit of a scramble.

So first off, let me extended a belated, but heartfelt pimp slap to three of mah favorite ladies, Lee McClain, Sophie Littlefield and Rachael Herron. Sophie’s beautiful new YA, Unforsaken, released last week.  Here’s the cover. Gorgeous.

Rachael also the release of her latest knitting romance, the cover of which I think is precious:

All I can find on the net is this weensy copy of it, but it’s lovely!

Finally there’s Lee McClain’s book. Lee is my colleague at Seton Hill, and one of the people responsible for hiring me. She’s also an amazing lady who I’m so glad I get to know and call friend. I really respect her and care for her, and this book looks adorable. It’s young YA, with tons of heart. It’s Sizzle!

So git to shopping! Sizzle would also make a great edition to your child’s library at school, so you might want to buy an extra to donate. :-)

And, finally, we have a wiener. The contest can has spoken and JESSICA S, you get to email me with your address and any two mass market paperbacks ($7.99 or under) available on Amazon that you’d like me to order for you. Thanks for playing!

Time for me to get back to work. No rest for the wicked!

Share

Revisions Hell

Hi my pretties. I’m in what I like to call “Revisions Hell.” It’s just what it says on the cover: a hell of my own making, quite literally.

Today I sent off my first short story to my agent, to get her opinion on whether it’s cooked. We’ll see. It stars Capitola, Moo, and Shar, the ladies from Borealis that you meet in book 3.

Now it’s time for me to finish up Fury. The Editrix got back to me with some great changes, so I’m going to try to finish them this weekend. Think I can do it?

All of this means that I’ll probably be a bit quiet for the next two weeks, as I get all of this off my place so I can do Nanowrimo.

In the meantime, I’ll leave you with some new Florence. Pretty, pretty Florence.

Share

Guest Post! Bryan Thomas Schmidt

Thanks to Nicole for the invite to visit her blog on my tour. Tomorrow I stop at www.graspingforthewind.com. But today, I wanted to sit down with one of my characters, the deposed High Lord Counselor of the Boralian Alliance, Lord Xalivar, for a chat.

Xalivar: Deposed? I was not desposed! I was violated!

BTS: Sorry. So Mr., Xalivar should I call you?

X: I prefer, my Lord.

BTS: Uh, ok, my Lord…that’s weird for me.

X: Yes, that’s what my enemies said and now they’ve written that scandalous tome of lies about me.

BTS: Well, I wrote it, actually, just as they told it to me.

X: So you’re a co-conspirator! Why should I trust you?

BTS: Well, I really did want to get it right, so if there’s something you’d like to set the record straight about, I’m listening.

X: (clears throat) It didn’t happen like that.

BTS: It didn’t happen like what?

X: I thought you said you were listening.

BTS: I am.

X: No, you’re not. You’re interrupting. It’s not the same thing. I am the High Lord Councilor of the Borali Alliance. Interrupting me is tantamount to treason!

BTS: Actually, you were deposed…

X: Shhhhhhh! LISTEN!

BTS: OK, sorry.

X: My family served the Alliance for generations. With honor! We have always done what was best for the Alliance and her people.

BTS: Some would argue with that.

X: Because they’re fools! Fools who don’t know what’s best for them. That’s why they need leadership. Wise leadership, like I have always provided.

BTS: I see.

X: Stop interrupting or my LSP men will arrest you.

BTS: Oh, well, I don’t want that.

X: (laughs) No, you don’t. Anyway, as I was saying, the accusations made against me were made of ignorance, from a total lack of perspective.

BTS: Allegations of abuse of slaves? Enslaving fellow humans? Trying to usurp the Council?

X: Lies! Why are you spreading them? I already told you these were lies.

BTS: But the existence of slavery is documented—

X: Yes, but I did not enslave them. My grandfather did. I merely preserved the system. It was working just fine for both of our peoples.

BTS: The slaves might beg to differ.

X: Slaves always do, but they are not intellectually capable of making such statements with any accuracy.

BTS: They’re human beings.

X: That’s your opinion. Not a fact.

BTS: But they came from Earth to colonize the stars just as your ancestors did.

X: Earth has many species.

BTS: But only one species of humanoids—humans themselves.

X: Evolved from apes. Some of us evolved longer and more advanced than others.

BTS: So there are levels of evolution?

X: There are levels to everything. It’s the natural order of things.

BTS: The Vertullians don’t believe in Evolutionary theory. They believe in creation by their God.

X: See? They haven’t intellectually evolved enough to understand Evolution. And here you and everyone else go writing their story as if it’s history, as if it’s truth. It’s a total sham! Slander! I should sue you all!

BTS: They just wanted the same rights as your own people. Is that so bad?

X: You have to earn rights. They are not inherent.

BTS: Well, the workers believe differently.

X: Because they’re inferior.

BTS: I see. Anything else?

X: I did not betray the Council. The Council listened to lies told them by my sister.

BTS: I heard you two were very close.

X: (laughs) I thought so once. I was wrong. It’s clear our family had some weak genes which she was victim of.

BTS: So she’s not evolved?

X: She’s lesser evolved than I am, yes.

BTS: Wow. Ok. And Davi Rhii? He was raised as your nephew and heir, yet you betrayed him.

X: I did not. He betrayed himself. He set out to destroy our superior Alliance and was revealed in his ignorance.

BTS: You didn’t send men to kill him?

X: I did not. And I never abused the slaves. They were treated as slaves deserve—like property, herded and directed, incapable of making proper decisions on their own and born to serve their masters. It’s natural, not abuse.

BTS: I see.

X: It’s a matter of perspective. Creatures of their level of low intellectual ability are prone to exaggerating because they don’t fully grasp reality.

BTS: But the Council and many of your citizens agreed with them?

X: Low intellects all.

BTS: So anyone who disagrees with you is less intellectually developed?

X: Isn’t that obvious? They replaced me with one of their own, tried to arrest me. They criminalized me by slandering my reputation. It’s all a manipulation and distortion by inferior minds.

BTS: Some might regard your attitude as arrogance.

X: Only intellectually underdeveloped persons would think so.

BTS: I think we’re done here.

X: I have not even begun to give you the correct story.

BTS: You believe I’m too intellectually inferior to understand it.

X: Ah ha! You’re on their side, despite your earlier denials.

BTS: I tried to be a neutral third party but they seem more credible.

X: Credible? Ha! Barely more than apes!

BTS: I have a headache.

X: I’ve worn out your inferior brain. Told you!

BTS: Thank you very much for your time.

X: It’s really sad you can’t handle the truth.

Tomorrow The Worker Prince blog tour continues at www.graspingforthewind.com. A list of tour stops can be found at: http://bryanthomasschmidt.net/2011/09/15/the-worker-pri…e-introduction


Bryan Thomas Schmidt is the author of the forthcoming space opera novel The Worker Prince, launching at Conclave, the collection The North Star Serial, and has several short stories forthcoming in anthologies and magazines. He’s also the host of Science Fiction and Fantasy Writer’s Chat every Wednesday at 9 pm EST on Twitter, where he interviews people like Mike Resnick, AC Crispin, Kevin J. Anderson and Kristine Kathryn Rusch. He can be found online as @BryanThomasS on Twitter or via his website. Excerpts from The Worker Prince can be found on his blog.

Xalivar Rhii, once the High Lord Counselor of the Boralian Alliance, the continuation of an honorable line of fine leadership, now spends his days fighting to redress the injustice done to him by others. An innocent victim, he and his minions hang at their favorite secret hideaway preparing to enact revenge with great vengeance and restore balance to the Universe.

 

Share

Everywhere But Here . . .

So I blogged like crazy today, just not here. To get your daily dose du moi, check out these sites!

First, you can read why I’m so pissed off at the Write Agenda, and what we’re doing about it over at the League, here.

Then you can see the League of Reluctant Adults throw down its gauntlet of snark, here.

Mama likes.

And don’t forget there’s still a week to enter to win TWO mass market paperbacks of your choice! Check out Karen Duvall’s guest post below for more details.

Share