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And That’s the Novella!

A few months back, I had an open invitation to revise and resubmit The Ground is Full of Teeth, my weredog novella. No guarantees, as always. I did want to do this, but I wanted to wait until the novel was done. THAT took me longer than I thought it would, but now that The Vessel of Ra is out and about, the novella was the natural next step.

I am pleased to say I handily made my goal of getting it out by the end of August. I am now ready to begin new projects.

Next up? I begin the next Klaereon book, writing just enough to be ready for Paradise Icon. The working title is The Big Book of Borgia, hence shorthand 3B. No, of course that won’t be the real title, but it describes the conceit nicely.

Like I said, just enough for Paradise Icon. Then, a couple of tiny projects, and back into the novel with feeling!

Also an FYI…I have sent out 150 queries this year. Wow. Doing my part. I’ll let you know if anything comes of any of it, of course.

Working now. Catch you all later. I probably won’t do this tomorrow, because it’s all sorts of beginning of the year teacher jazz. Hope to see you on Friday.

Fitness Rule Number One?

Amazon princess tried her first barre class last night. The morale of the story? Don’t push yourself too hard too fast, and don’t forget that you have to do something you love.

First of all, let me say this: I’m okay! They worked me to a nubbin, and I poured sweat and had shaky muscles. However, they stretched me out very well, so I don’t have any residual ouches this morning.

That said, important lesson of fitness learned last night. I was in a class that was out of my league. Waaaayyy out of my league. I asked the teacher about this, explaining about my fitness level with an honest eye. 65 pounds overweight. 50. Should I do this?

I expect that she was thinking that you can’t get there without doing this. So I took the class and had to make several stops in the action because I didn’t have it. So much of the class was not fun. Lots of calisthenics and some weight lifting. A little bar work, but again, more calisthenics. So, a little of the class felt like dancing, but very little.

Part of me wants to stay and do it. If I can do this class, I would have gotten into shape. I think it might be wiser to return in 20-30 pounds. This body I have right now is hard to move around physically. Perhaps the newer body wouldn’t be.

So, I made the decision this morning not to do it again. The reason is two-fold. I didn’t like it enough to be enthusiastic about it, and I would be doing it to prove to myself that I could. I don’t think that this is the way to go–deciding to pursue fitness because you are stubborn. I also need to work my way up to this. The second reason? I didn’t have much fun. And that’s gotta be what I’m looking for, to stick with it.

Today, I discovered an adult ed class I can take for free. Adult Ballet. Probably more of what I’m looking for as a dancer, and a good way to move in the right direction. It doesn’t avoid strength training entirely, as dancers get some good strength training. So I will do that, and the college will pay for it. I will watch my diet and lose weight, and some day, some day I may return to the barre class and do better.

Or I just might stay with the dancers and do resistance training on the Wii. That’s for the future to know.

Anyway, I feel good about this decision.

“It Doesn’t Have to Match”–The Man from U.N.C.L.E.

Idea attack. Went to see the new Man from U.N.C.L.E. movie again last night, and was struck with some cool ideas about writing about spies, which I like.

I am not baffled by critical response to the new film, but I have to say that I am surprised by my own. I had the potential to be one of the film’s harshest critics, but rather, I truly enjoyed the film. Let’s talk about why.

Illya, in the film, usurps fashion choices Napoleon makes for a woman recently brought out from behind the Berlin Wall. “You dress her like you think a woman from the Iron Curtain would look. Her fiance would not want her to take the Iron Curtain with her.” Napoleon complains about an accessory choice Illya makes–a belt and a dress that do not coordinate. Illya says, “It doesn’t have to match,” between gritted teeth.

I see some obvious parallels. This is not the Man from U.N.C.L.E. of the 1960s. Not that Guy Ritchie isn’t trying. Some critics have complained about the music during the action sequences, which is a trade mark of the original show. Some are not certain about the “lack of story,” and I gotta say it has about the average amount of story of an U.N.C.L.E. two-parter from the old days, and a hella more story than movies like Transformers or Jurassic Park. Other people complain the film has more style and less substance. Perhaps. And yet others, those who have no connection to the original, or are under a certain age, are simply staring and asking, “WTF, Guy Ritchie. Did we even need this film at all?”

It’s a film that isn’t going to garner a wide audience, that much is a certainty based on the box office. It seems targeted at older viewers while trying to employ some action film techniques that might attract younger viewers, and the heroes use their heads as well as their weapons. There are zero spectacular effects, really. I am disappointed that we probably won’t get more films based on this, although Ritchie has my full support to make more movies. I’m just not certain that more than a certain niche of US film goers want to see this kind of thing. Not heavy enough to be a drama, not light enough to be a comedy, not spectacle enough to be a summer film, it is all of these things in smaller doses. I do like my moderation.

Another wonderful thing is Henry Cavill’s performance as Napoleon Solo. He has been criticized as bland. The man isn’t Robert Vaughn. But by damn, he’s trying to be. For those of us who have watched the old show, Cavill clearly has done his homework. I would faint dead away if it turned out he hadn’t watched the show, because his mannerism, his flat humor, his understated expression, they are Napoleon Solo. The guy is built all wrong, but that said, he’s doing the best that he can.

And the loving recreation of the 60s is great. Crappy small European cars, correct vintage clothes and make-up, and wonderful, wonderful camera shots make this thing feel right.

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Now, what’s changed? Well, two key components have changed. First of all, these characters are troubled. Napoleon and Illya were not thieves nor pscychotic KGB agents with issues to overcome. This is Ritchie’s invention, trying perhaps to reinvent the spy for the modern audience in a film that is hommage to an old show. We no longer like our characters squeaky clean, and quite frankly, I think I like the added dimension. There is a tension between the two agents as they work on opposite sides, which I find interesting and again deep, and there is actually transition as the movie proceeds. This is unlike the action of the 1960s, where good guys just kind of start good, no real motivations required.

And there is the changed Illya Kuryakin. If any of you know the original show, Illya, played by David McCallum, was the breakout star. Skinny, intellectual, hair like a Beatle, young women all over the US swooned and swooned and swooned. Ritchie has taken some serious liberties with the character. Oh sure, he’s smart and competent and still has a certain kind of vulnerability, but he’s also a gigantic weight lifting dangerous man of action with emotional issues tied to what happened to his parents? Do I like it? Yes. I loved David McCallum, but I find this transition agreeable. There’s enough there of the original character that I can work with. The original Kuryakin probably wouldn’t have added enough excitement or tension to the film, nor have existed in the environment where Russians can hold his past over his head.

Now, we really don’t know much, if anything, about how Vaughn’s and McCallum’s agents got together. There was just this international organization fighting these international criminals, and they just sort of ignored the Cold War, except when it affected the whole world. Outside of the show, the CIA and the KGB continued to work, and U.N.C.L.E. was trying to show the world a way to be better.

In this film, modern audiences might have found that approach naive or at least not sophisticated enough.

I’m not sure what happens next for Ritchie and his films. I think that the almighty dollar will shut him down. I’ve never liked a Ritchie film before. I couldn’t even try his super anachronistic Sherlock Holmes and the other cannon that I know is too reminscent of Tarantino whom I despise. I am also previously not a Cavill or Hammer (Kuryakin’s new actor) enthusiast. Yet, these elements and personas have all been brought together quite successfully in this film, as far as I am concerned.

Should you go see it? Well, I know people who should. I’m looking at you, Chris East. But I don’t know. Do you like the 60s? Do you like spies? Will you be offended by deviation from the original? Do you even care about a film that is many things but not enough one thing? I don’t know.

I can say that I really, really liked it, and I think critics are spending the harsh unnecessarily. But I also know that most critics are more neutral, and a few tend toward positive reviews, which is why we’re looking at a C kind of rating for the thing.

Go and see it for yourself. After all, if you do, I might get a sequel. You’d be doing me a favor.

Stitch

Sometimes in our lives we choose something. I remember making conscious decisions to choose, say Harry Potter, or Wonder Woman. Sometimes something chooses us. I never made a decision to choose Mary Poppins, because at the age of 3 I was mesmerized at a drive-in in Guam and it just was.

In my adult life, I generally make choices about what to devote my time to, or what to pursue. Even when something chooses us, we weigh the pros and cons of how it would be, or even look about a choice. Example? Um…I like cheesy 70s music. Not disco, mind, but yes, I do like Neil Diamond, Seals and Croft, ELO, and Wings. Just for examples. There is some 70s music that will make me actively change a channel, but I do like it. Yet, I used to think I was somehow less cool by liking this cheesy thing.

There is a time in our adult life when we outgrow the cool. Okay, I really don’t know about you, but I no longer care about the cheesy music thing. Or some of the cheesy books I like, movies I like, things I like to do (why yes, I do roleplay, thank you). Still, every once in a while, you have that old pause.

Appropriate pause. Throat clear.

Some years ago, when I had more respiratory problems, back before the discovery of my dust allergy and allergy shots, I was up late coughing up my lungs. In order for my husband to get some sleep, I wandered downstairs and rested on our chaise. I turned on the television and saw Lilo and Stitch for the first time and was captivated by what a sweet film it was. I was surprised, because the focus of the ad campaign had been largely about Stitch’s nuisance potential. Another iffy movie of questionable taste for kids, I thought. Not so, it turned out. Still, I never bought the film.

When we were on the Disney cruise, I decided to watch the film again, and was captivated again. The decision was made to buy the large stuffed Stitch in the gift shop, who now gets into our laundry, into our cereal boxes, rides our animatronic dinosaur (which I know every home in America has), and generally expresses creatively for me and the husband what our cat voice overs once did. And lo! There were two sequels.

Lilo and Stitch 2: Stitch has a Glitch sounds like it should be a sub-standard production from that time frame, the famous Disney …two films, which were a way to make a buck on the home video market. However, it too is a charming film. I can’t recommend the long-running cartoon, or Leroy and Stitch, however, which are very juvenile, and look like Disney trying to cash in on the Pokemon phase.

So…if you like cartoons, and if you like cute, touching cartoons, with a little naughty on the side, I’d recommend Stitch.

Lilo also, because hey, you know, can’t have Stitch without Lilo. And she’s weird. She’s gonna grow up to be a fine geek on her own.

Amazon Princess Update

Hey. I just spent most of today finishing instructor documents so I could work on the novella and game this weekend. Tomorrow is all about the husband turning 53.

But I promised you weights, so here they are.

2015 Highest Weight 213.8 Current Weight 210.3 Lost: 3.5 pounds
Weight Watchers Beginning 224.8 Current Weight 213.4 Lost: 11.4 pounds
Total Loss: 13.5 pounds

That’s a 2 pound loss from last week.

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New things: back to tracking food. Going to try a Barre class next Tuesday to trick myself into strength training.

Enjoy yourselves this weekend, and I’ll be back Monday to talk about…Stitch. Yes. That’s right.

Writing Updatery

Things are going much, much more smoothly than I thought they would with the novella revision. I finished my preliminary notes and more superficial revisions last night. I have two brand new scenes on tap to write, and then after a smoothing and a proof, I pronounce it executed to my satisfaction.

Which is not to say it will find a home. However, the issues that have been nagging at me regarding it will be solved.

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I thought that I would go on with the open call for Oni Press, and I still intend to do that, BUT I have a Paradise Icon deadline approaching, so I need to get my materials ready for that. Ergo, that first, and then Oni Press.

I am reluctant to start a new novel. On the other hand, getting out there and just playing in the mud with absolute freedom is kind of appealing. So, here goes.

Tomorrow: Your weekly fitness update.

Convergence

The time machine travels all the way back to July 4th weekend, to Convergence, which I did the weekend after 4th Street. I’ve been attending Convergence often, more often than 4th Street, and I love the convention. This year, actually, Convergence had more writer programming than Wiscon (how weird is that?), so I got a lot of bang for my writer buck. AND more of my writing life happened at Convergence than it usually does. Usually this is the con where I let my geek flag fly, but there were writer opportunities. And so it goes.

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First of all, Michael Underwood and I had lunch. Michael had posted on Codex that the manuscript acquisitions editor for Angry Robot was looking for completed manuscripts. So, largely thanks to Michael, I managed to get a complete manuscript to that nice man, and Michael and I had a fantastic chat about writing. If you have a chance to hang out with Michael, do. He’s a writer, but he’s also a salesman, and he knows the industry inside out. Also, Michael knows comics, so if you’re me, that’s a bonus. Anyway, thanks, Michael, for the cool lunch and introducing me to writers and Phil.

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Julia Rios, editor of Strange Horizons and good friend from Viable Paradise, also came to the convention. So, we had breakfast and it was again a good time. I love seeing her and hearing her intelligent opinions on everything, and we caught up on loads of stuff. Another shot of cool kept me moving on.

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I did manage to see Caroline Stevermer for two weekends in a row. That was awesome. Mind, I had to cancel our dinner for an emergency room run. Yes, that pesky reflux pretending to be a heart attack again. Still not a heart attack. So, Carolyn and I toodled over to Good Harvest for breakfast on Sunday. I’d never been, even though I’m a frequent visitor to Minneapolis. If you’re looking for tasty, healthy food, this’d be a terrific venue for you. I hadn’t realized it until this moment, but yes, I guess I have been going through Caroline Stevermer withdrawal. 🙂

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My usual Convergence experience is pretty much due to my good friends. Aric, Kim, Dan, Lisa, and of course my spectacular husband essentially let me good off and be myself. Yay! More of my writer life spilled into the convention, but we still had time to have fun and be goofy.

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And some surprise writers were there. For the first time in a long time I saw Rachel and Michael Swirsky. Why? Because Lynn and Michael Thomas were having a vow renewal ceremony. What kind of a geek do you have to be to do something like that in costume? What do you mean you have pictures of Bryon and me in 1987, getting married in our Starfire and Nightwing suits in Kansas City? Nevermind, then. Nothing to see here. Mary Robinette Kowal was also around, so there was a quick hello there.

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Convergence does have one strike against it, and that’s it’s TERRIBLE hotel situation. I know 8 people who signed up for the convention who entered the hotel lottery for a room in one of the main hotels, and one of us got a room. As The Hunger Games teaches us, this can happen, but you know, I can’t help but think that the early bird outta catch the worm here. Comic Con is a nightmare with its early calling, BUT what if you had a chance to book the hotel as you signed up? It would incentivize early registration. Bah. No one cares what I think. I wish they cared…

At any rate, I recommend Convergence, although I recommend having a back up housing plan. I mean, we always have Aric and Kim. But this is a fun, if a croded experience.

Books that Recently Impressed

I have been doing some reading, although I have been doing more writing. Still, here are a few offerings from the literary world that really rocked my boat since I last wrote about books that literally rocked my boat. Here we go!

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I’ve already talked about how delighted I was with The Shores of Spain. If you haven’t read any of J. Kathleen Cheney’s Golden City books, you should do that. She combines romance, history, and fantasy masterfully.

Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell: Young college fan fiction writing twin goes to Freshman year of college in Lincoln, Ne. Her twin sister decides they need to be independent, so Cather finds the year discovering herself while gaining a pretty cool boyfriend, trying to finish her fan fiction opus before the final book of the series comes out, and continuing to grapple with her dad’s bipolar condition and her sister’s embracing of college’s party atmosphere. It’s the best kind of coming of age, a true and honest portrayal of a young girl, with bits of fiction thrown in, and the realistic ups and downs of young people at that time. This will easily make my best list for the year.

Immortal Muse by Stephen Leigh. Usually writing as S.L. Farrell, Leigh changes direction as he writes about a centuries-old battle between Nicholas and Perenelle Flamel. Lots of delicious historical research, solid extrapolations, and interesting dilemmas make this book keep you thumbing through its many pages.

Wool by Hugh Howey. A book I skeptically approached because of the hype, and it’s not my kind of read. But yes, a good book is a good book is a good book. Lots of multi-faceted characterizations, interesting social problems, and a new flavor of dystopia, if you need more of that kind of thing.

A Thousand Perfect Things by Kay Kenyon. Probably one of those books that should have received more attention than it did, it deals in an interesting and frank way with the colonization of India by England in an alternate reality.

Other books that I read farther back, but you should check out: Half-Resurrection Blues by Daniel Jose Older; The Comorant by Chuck Wendig; Ironskin and Copperhead by Tina Connolly; and Master Keaton by Naoki Urasawa.

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Finally, while it may not be cool to technically recommend a boot WHILE you’re reading it, right now I’m reading Time Reiss’s Pulitzer Prize-winning The Black Count about Alex Dumas–father of the Musketeer guy. Awesome, awesome book. Just flat out awesome. I’m about a third of the way through. A must for us Dumas fans.

Voluptuous Lass

Husband is wearing Legionnaire shirt, an old shirt from Legion of Superheroes in the 90s. We are on our way to the car.

Me: You’d best get in the garage (how we talk in Iowa. Honest). The mosquitoes are after you. You are Mosquitoes Like Me Lad. (In the Legion of Superheroes, with a long 1950s tradition, all the heroes are Girl, Lad, Lass, Boy, Damsel, etc. Usually a power describer and then the appellage. Not always, but most of them.)

Him: Right. Hurry up. Guess I’m a Legion of Substitute Hero, right? (Substitute heroes are people with less cool powers. I don’t understand why Bouncing Boy is full on Legion and Polar Boy is a sub, but there you go.)

Me: Well, yeah, but I’m right there with you. I’m Too Heavy Girl.

Him: Are you kidding? You are Voluptuous Lass, and you’re a first stringer. You’re one of the most popular Legionnaires.

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So. Voluptuous Lass. Clearly my husband is a fan of those Renaissance artists who portrayed curvy women, or is like all those Russian physicists who spent the flight from Frankfurt to Moscow hitting on me. Voluptuous Lass. I like it.

At this current time, I am 213.4 pounds. Yup, right off the Wii Fit this morning. I know that I should weigh more like 150 pounds. Lest that sound low to you, I have been in a physical education study, and have a really realistic idea of what my frame should hold. The Wii wants me at 136. Ain’t gonna happen, and I have the graduate student stats from the study to validate me.

But hell, you know, I’m Voluptuous Lass. One of the most popular Legionnaires. I might even lose my alluring super powers if I drop 65ish pounds.

Except…in spite of her beautiful looks, Voluptuous Lass has some weaknesses. Rather than Kryptonite, Voluptuous Lass is occasionally bought low by acid reflux disease. Her thyroid isn’t quite right, her knees hurt when she weighs a lot. Voluptuous Lass is still going to have her dangerous curves even if she loses weight. They will be smaller, but her hourglass ratio will be preserved. That’s what really makes her Voluptuous Lass, with her awesome powers of va-voom.

So, all of this is preface to say that I’ve done a little weight backsliding. About 10 pounds from where I was at this time last year. Hey, that makes sense. Lots of change, lots of insecurity, some unhappiness, and a boat load of workaholicism means I might not have taken care of myself the best.

The good news? Exercise remains a solid habit. The bad news? I really need to watch what I eat, and how much I eat all the time, rather than just whenever.

So, we’re back to this. I’m weighing in with you once a week. (Get it? Weighing in? How funny is that?). Additionally, I’m going to spend one entry a week not just posting my weight, but talking about body image, fashion, what have you. I plan to even post pictures of things I’m wearing or interesting clothes from time to time.

So, the stats for those of you paying attention.

Weight Watchers Start Weight: 224.8 pounds Current: 215.4 pounds Loss: 9.4 pounds
Wii Start Weight: 223.8 pounds Current: 213.4 pounds Lost: 10.4 pounds

I encourage you to talk about your own health and weight issues and body image issues. I just want to say that beauty isn’t about being thin. There’s a whole lot more going on there. However, health is often about being thinner. And that’s where we are starting from.

SFWA, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb

As long time readers of this journal know, I have vacillated on whether I would join SFWA or not when the time finally came for me to join SFWA. On Monday, I took $80 and spent it on my Associate Membership.

BTW, have you bought YOUR copy of The Mammoth Book of Dieselpunk yet? Have you read Mountains of Green? If enough of you haven’t, I might be living a lie, so you might save me from myself and get out there and buy that book. Constable and Robinson thank you, and I thank you.

Okay, so SFWA. I belong to a union at work, the NEA, our state version the ISEA, and our local Kirkwood Faculty Association. As a matter of fact, I am this year’s President Elect, which means next year I’ll be President. Again. I did this in 2002-2003 in the salad days of my youth. So, I know that SFWA is NOT a union, but it is the closest thing that authors have to a union. It’s more like a solidarity organization for writers with a bit of clout in the strength of the membership.

It’s also seen a fair amount of news-covered controversy in the last few years, including that of the opinions of the few being represented as the opinions of the many (as Spock might put it). SFWAis growing and changing and expanding its ranks, and there are inevitable cultural changes and growing pains. Still, some of these stretch marks were unsightly, and I have enough work-related angst to know I didn’t want that in my life, so I was certain I would welcome SFWA into my life.

Reasons I’ve heard to do it and not do it.

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