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Patrice Sarath tagged me in her Next Big Thing entry; these are posts in which writers talk about their WIPs. Patrice was tagged by Nicky Drayden. You should go read both their posts, because they are entertaining and funny. Then read mine because you love me.

Ten Interview Questions for the Next Big Thing

1. What is the title of your Work in Progress?

I'm going to talk about the novel on which I'm in the process of a first revision, rather than the newest project, which is still in development phase and a little too delicate for the light of day. Or undercooked. Choose your metaphor.

Um, yeah, so the title of the novel is DEEP TERRAIN (I’ve been advised to change it, and will, but haven't settled on a new title yet).

2. Where did the idea come from for the book?

My love of a certain three-character relationship dynamic that appears in many pirate and swashbuckling movies (and others) but is never played out in a way that pleases me. Also my love of adventure/swashbuckling tales in general.

3. What genre does your book fall under?

Alternate earth/alternate history dark fantasy.

4. Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?

Snow - Ziyi Zhang; Thaniel - a talented young unknown; Captain Brule - Gael Garcia Bernal

5. What is a one-sentence synopsis of the book?

On the waters of an alternate 1600s South China Sea, two adventurers and the crew of the Sophia Obscura hunt for the Ordinaith, a legendary device for the navigation of the deep places of the earth's crust, where potent magic infuses mineral, water, and the life forms of the dark places.

6. Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?

Represented by my agent, if she goes for it.

7. How long did it take you to write the first draft of the manuscript?

I have a dayjob, so, a while.

8. What other books would you compare this story to in your genre?

I’m really bad at these kinds of comparisons…

9. Who or what inspired you to write this book?

The energy in the unfulfilled, dissatisfying relationships and arcs in stories I’ve otherwise liked. Also, what always inspires writing—reading, and other forms of storytelling (film, in this case, a lot of movies); for me, also and always, the wonder and inventive artistry of the natural world, which is so very amazing.  

10. What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?

Chemical witchery, derring-do, swordfights and sea battles, sea serpents and arcane works, exploration and discovery…


Don’t forget to check out Patrice’s post; Patrice is the author of the Gordath Wood series and the Jane Austen-inspired The Unexpected Miss Bennet.

I’m tagging the following authors, all truly wonderful writers; interested to see what they have up their sleeves:

A.M. Dellamonica

Martha Wells

Meghan McCarron

Katharine Beutner


May. 22nd, 2012 09:24 am
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Party of personal responsibility, my ass. (An open letter to the people who hate Obama more than they love America) A DailyKos rant from back in January to which a friend recently linked. It's a cathartic read for those of us sick unto our hearts of Fox-style lies, hypocrisy, hate, and more hate.

Design your own action figure and have it 3d printed...this is dangerous for me. Not at all in my budget, but oh so tempting. Makies.

I've read a lot of books in the last while, and need to do a round of brief reviews...any day now. Also need to get on redoing my website....lalala...

Have gotten very excellent, happily positive, and useful feedback from my first readers on DEEP TERRAIN.

As threatened, I went to see Avengers again. Just as much fun as the first time (perhaps a little slow in big battle w/the aliens at points) and yup, Black Widow and her actions are a very central axis of the story structure. Go Joss.
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And that's a revised draft of DEEP TERRAIN. Pretty spiffy. Feels good. And jeezub, it took long enough.

Hey, I get to write something all new while I wait for more notes on SUBSTRATE PHANTOMS. That's exciting!


In other news, off to California tomorrow for my mother's 80th bday. Tonight I will fold, wrap, charge things, and leave offerings to the travel gods for the grace of safe, easy travel. Also snuggle the cats more than they will care for. And write a long note to my neighbor B about catfood portions and the leftover ratatouille in the fridge. Mm, ratatouille.
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96plusK and I have typed fin on the first draft of DEEP TERRAIN. Revision to follow. But, whew, and yay!

In celebration, here are some Maine pictures:

000wwq3e  (tried to put these behind a cut, but it won't take; sigh; sorry)


brother & sis-in-law's mouser extraordinaire, Curious:










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Taking a page from Nicola Griffith (sort of) here is a downpayment on my Clarion West write-a-thon committment. The 'thon starts this Sunday.

If you like, please consider pledging a little sumthin sumthin. I will post further snips over the six weeks.

What I'm specifically doing for the write-a-thon is finishing a first draft of Deep Terrain, my (very) alternate Earth novel, set in and around the equivalent of our Earth's Indian Ocean and South China Seas in the mid-1600s. This includes getting to the end, which looks to be another 15k away, and also filling in bits of raw scaffolding left behind in the process of getting this far, to end up, by July 29, with a first-reader ready draft.

These snips will be completely in media res, but hopefully fun, for all they may be a bit confusing. Here's the downpayment, from a section where I'm currently moving things around and filling in some bits:

Three paces further on, the pythone flicked his fingers toward the ground, spattering something dark onto tiny bones. His blood, Snow realized.

“Mazor!” she yelled, raising the crossbow and firing the loaded bolt at the pythone even as he gestured, raising a phalanx of ulnae, tibiae, rib cages, and phalanges into the air. The bolt just missed, passing close by Hiritochi as the bones formed into a makeshift skeleton spanning several feet. It came at Snow, rattling and noisome, sliver-sharp fragments bristling from several ends.

Flinging the crossbow up at the clattering formation, she dodged under it, hitting the ground and rolling; tiny bones splintered under her palms and cheek; hot blood welled at the brief, sharp slices. She turned her face away just as Hiritochi’s rattling huangshi descended; she jerked the wodao free to sweep the blade up through it, but the bones parted before and reformed behind the blade, its arc cutting only air.

One make-shift, needle-edged appendage flapped at her face, more blood welling. She rolled again as it harried, swiping at her again and again. A thought sparked through her mind and she rolled the other way, right into the river. The water closed warm and silken over her.

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A Cloud Roads universe short story from [ profile] marthawells! "The Forest Boy" Yay!

Twelve steampunk sonnets by Roz Kaveney at Wonderful.

Looking for a seriously cool, unique, affordable gift? A twelve postcard story series, enchanting adventure of time travel and madness, Veronique is Visiting from Paris.  

I love this so much. Darwin's secret cloud forest. A lot of my science fiction is concerned with biomes and the seeding of other planets.


Figured out that the sliver of wood enspelled by the pythone will, when broken, create a permanent phenomena of portal, vortex, or haunting of some sort in the area of the ship's brig. Am ridiculously pleased with this, as it took me forever to figure out and gets me much closer to the climax and denouement.


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Had a writing date yesterday. I don't generally write at cafes on my own; for whatever reason, if I'm on my own and not at the dayjob, I'd just as soon write at home in pjs, with cats disposed about me. But meeting another person or couple of people at a cafe for a few hours time is generally very productive for me. First, you get to see some friends and talk a little, which generates some good energy; then, I find that the noise and activity of the cafe--but only when I'm not just me by myself, oddly--creates a nice tension against which I concentrate more fiercely. As if the friction of pulling against the distractions creates a more intense writing momentum.

One thing briefly discussed yesterday: what to do when you're not getting much action on any of the projects you have underway.

Freewrites are always good, of course, but last time this happened to me I wrote a few pieces of flash fiction and found that really helped. I even sold a couple of them. Something to keep in mind, next time that happens. It's such a weird feeling, not being able to get deeply into and moving on any of your fiction projects--kind of hollowing; glad it doesn't happen often. Do you know what I mean? Has it ever happened to you?

Anyway, the end of the first draft of Deep Terrain is getting closer. I offer a brief bit of wip in celebration of that:

“Echoes of your approach,” Citra said, “have been sounding for some time.”

Echoes. Thaniel sucked at the word like a lozenge. He had so many questions, but in the long haze of exhaustion was having trouble sifting them for the important ones.

Echoes, though. He thought of the great shells among the bones, the delayed, selective call and response of the chasm: the whole a honeycomb of connection. The thrum in the trees, in the rock roots of the isles--perhaps after so long here, Citra could read changes in its tone and vibration, as a musician read minute changes in pitch and tuning.

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Redbud and mountain laurel beginning to bloom, the scent of grape soda and cold rain on the wind—hoping for thunderstorms this afternoon. 
The Last Luminary Virtue continues to not garner me an agent; perhaps if it came with a blurb from some luminary? I don't know. Those who've read it say it's good--better than many they've seen, but I guess it's missing something, some element that would make an agent fiery with enthusiasm--or at least make them think they could place it. I don't want to be that writer who's sure the agents just don't know a good thing when they see it, so I have to consider the growing log of rejections seriously...but I'm not delusional, and I do really think it's a very good novel. 

But apparently, what do I know? Ah well. It's a good thing my happiness isn't bound up in my writing career. Ahem.
Working through the partial ms of Deep Terrain to do some frontloading and shifting to, hopefully, make the way clearer by the time I get to the end of what's written...the problem with the not rigidly outlined writing process, sometimes you take a little wrong turn. I actually enjoy this part of the process, though; there's something that's comforting and challenging and exhilarating, all at the same time, about tucking into a long bit of hard copy ms (of my own).
Tomorrow I'm spending the day with friend K out at the Dobie-Paisano Ranch. Hiking and picnicking on the grounds; not looking like the best weather for it, but it will still be fun, and a welcome break from the daily schedule and city confines.
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Taking a page from [personal profile] janni's lj...

Dear secondary character who I've just realized might have to die,

You've been great and I'm really really sorry.

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Progress update on Deep Terrain:

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
18,000 / 90,000

This is since January 26th; to be fair to myself, I’ve spent a good portion of my limited writing time since then working on the plot outline, getting in more detail further along in the arc and figuring things out so I know where we’re going a little more clearly. And am excited to be going there. So lots of wordage not accounted for, in the form of notes, musing, and outlining.

Also used some of that time to finally finish the query and synop rewrite for The Last Luminary Virtue, and get those packages out.

So, hey, progress is being made. Take that, oh anxious monkey of gibbering angst upon my back.
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This is more of a progress meter than anything else for me (meaning I won't be posting this daily or weekly, just now and then to prove to myself I'm getting work done despite the day yob).

Also, if you prefer not to see these things, let me know and I'll filter!

For Deep Terrain:

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
16,800 / 90,000


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