...loose the wish to still the rain, the storm about to be... Here am I, voyager into life."
I've come to the realization that if I only post when I do something extraordinary, or if something extraordinary happens to me, I may never get to post at all here, other than LJI entries. And, fond as I am of therealljidol, it's not the be-all-and-end-all purpose of this blog.
My April mindset made me pull out Jethro Tull's A PASSION PLAY a few nights ago. After the long winter [and now the threat of a few more days of said winter], the frogs were singing in the evening twilight outside my office window. While the annual green terror has also been delayed by the long winter, the calendar still says what it says, and my mind is its own all-too-effective mousetrap. It wears me out on a hamster wheel, and then snaps a cage down to shatter me.
But the four-act musical that is A PASSION PLAY was rather soothing this past Saturday, harmonizing surprisingly well with the spring peepers, and reminding me of the summer of 1980, two years before I ever had an inkling that there would be a green terror in my life.
I had the cassette tape that The Esteemed FRM made for me playing nearly every Saturday night that summer before I went away to college. It was good to revisit it.
Something else I've recently found soothing is this very silly opening to THE LATE LATE SHOW WITH CRAIG FERGUSON from a few years ago. As always, he goes straight to the heart of the matter and sums it up most succinctly despite the ridiculous costumes and trappings.
I'd like my life to be "the triumph of intellect and romance over brute force and cynicism".
Coping with the green terror.
29 hour turnaround, total.
Massive amounts of email to unload and answer, work to edit, words to write, and trips to plan. Knowing I'll get it all under control isn't quite the same as having it all under control already.
*makes more coffee, adds it to the whiskey*
What I read
Finished The Goblin Emperor, and, what I have not done for v long time, re-read at once I was that reluctant to let it go. Just so good on so many levels.
Another re-read, though after a rather longer lapse of time, Barbara Hambly's Homeland (2009). It's not quite the anti-Gone with the Wind (The Wind Done Gone is presumably that) - I was about to say, novels about the US Civil War, so not my thing usually, and then remembered Marie Jakober's Only Call Us Faithful which was doing something not quite on similar lines, but also about women and the war and undermining the simplistic divisions and assumptions, and which I was also v impressed by. (And both are much more about the war than Little Women.) Anyway, very good.
Anuja Chauhan, The Zoya Factor (2009), which someone or other or several someones on my rlist recommended. V enjoyable though just possibly I felt it was spinning the whole thing just that bit too long for my taste. Loved the voice and the setting, a bit meh about the more chick-litty aspects of the plot. Would read more Chauhan, I think.
Really only just finished, Taiye Selasi, Ghana Must Go (2013). I found it a bit hard to get into - the beginning was possibly a bit too lyrically creative-writing class prose and I wasn't entirely engaged by the viewpoint character - but it got much better once we had the impact of his death (and his previous leaving) on his family. Also, on the basis of the title I perhaps naively expected more of the novel to be actually set in Ghana, though I can see that a lot of the story was in fact to do with deracination. Would, however, recommend.
On the go
Having just finished Ghana Must Go, nothing.
Possibly Michel Faber, The Book of Strange New Things (ARC, how cool is that?), but feel that perhaps I need something in lighter mode just for a change of pace before tackling that.
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Not that NDOT is perfect, but Nevadans get visible/audible/tactile proof in how our (rather high) gas tax is being spent. And this is so on any NV highway that crosses into CA, even the roads out in the ass-end of nowhere. You don't need a "Welcome to ..." sign to tell you you have left/entered NV.
So, I was taking a survey today for NDOT and
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- Tue, 19:21: Phyllis Schafely is just ridiculous. #lastword #UniteBlue
- Tue, 20:08: My goodness. @BarneyFrank2010's beard is so long, he must really be enjoying his retirement. #inners #UniteBlue
- Tue, 20:29: Dr. Carl Hart's back on @allinwithchris. @chrislhayes had a wonderful interview with him before. #inners #UniteBlue
fill out paperwork
do something at the big computer what was that
desc the Regency
crap what else
ANSWER @loncon3 EMAIL!
debate contract terms
perhaps sign contract
write ch 10 of magic & manners
gosh that should take me through tomorrow
(x-posted from The Essential Kit)
Fiction is supposed to be about seeing through other people’s eyes for a little while, experiencing their lives and coming away changed. If you don’t see those people in the first place, though . . . how will they ever make it into the story?
Jim Hines has put together a ebook collection called Invisible, which began life as a series of guests posts on his blog. He invited people to talk about representation — not in general, theoretical terms, but highly personal ones, testimonials about moments in their lives where seeing people like them on the page (or not seeing them) made a difference. If you’ve ever found yourself wondering why this kind of thing matters, Invisible answers that question quite thoroughly: I defy anyone to read it and say “eh, we’re only talking about fiction. It isn’t real life.” We are story-making animals, and story-consuming ones. If our physical bodies are created by DNA, our minds are created by narratives. The building blocks we use make a difference.
Gays, women, Mexicans, albinos, autistics, wheelchair users, people of non-binary gender — that’s only a partial sample of the topics that come up. Invisible is a short collection, but it covers a lot of ground. Including ground that I, a full-time fiction writer who does her best to think about this stuff, hadn’t necessarily thought to include before. People often answer calls for representation by decrying some straw notion of “quotas” or “shoehorning things in there,” but the truth is that it helps me to keep a mental list of ideas I could be including in my stories. If I say to myself, “okay, third gender, what could I do in this story if I include a third gender,” I won’t always find a good spot to incorporate it — but sometimes I will, and in growing to accommodate that, the story becomes much richer. And the thought that some readers may pick up that book and find themselves or someone they know on the page?
Invisible is a charity anthology; all proceeds go to the Con or Bust program of the Carl Brandon Society. Jim has a host of buy links on his blog, so odds are good you can get it from your ebook retailer of choice. And it includes new essays not originally part of the series, which means that even if you read the guest posts, there’s some bonus material in here for you. If you think you know all of this already and agree, buy it to support a good cause. If you’re wondering who’s out there that maybe you haven’t seen, buy it and find out.