…and another

I weep.  Okay, more a sniffle.

“Secondhand Rush” was rejected today by Strange Horizons.  It was my best bet so far, I think, but it “failed to win over” the editorial assistant.  Shucks.

I’ll have to check to see what pro markets haven’t passed on it.  So far, I think it’s only hit Clarkesworld, the bar at JBU, WotF, and now SH.  I’ll keep trying.  I could have used a big break about now…but when couldn’t I?

No real story production on my end of late.  Between school and the fluid that refuses to evacuate my wife’s lungs, I’m hard pressed for time and too weary when I have it.  My day job is trying to suck out my soul (one of Strange Horizon’s cliche story concepts) and I really need an energizer.  Or maybe just a beer.

Pseudopod Rejection

Finally got my Pseudopod rejection.  Not sure what I anticipated.  “Glow Baby” is one of those stories that’s not quite horror but not quite anything else.

Got some helpful feedback.  I’ll try it elsewhere soon.  Maybe Wierd Tales?

Too Tired to Type

The ideas are rolling around in my brain.  New ones, mind you, not solid finishes to any of my countless works in progress.  But I try to follow my inspiration.  Unfortunately my fingers and my subconscious can’t get together on this one.

My wife has pnemonia and I’ve been Mr. Mom the past week, so I’m pretty darned pooped.  My daughter is pretty demanding of attention, though I am happy to be the parent lavishing that attention.  She’s a momma’s girl.  Anyway, between attending my daughter, caring for my wife (who doesn’t seem to be improving and I’m starting to fear hospitalization is in order), teaching, andlosing the battle to keep the house halfway clean (not my forte), I am very tired.  I find my free time spent decompressing with a game control in hand or asleep.  I want to write (I have a little vampire-funeral story begging for keyboard time) but I can’t seem to construct seentences, just ideas.

I write here trying to remind myself what it feels like.  But it’s 1:30 in the morning and writing isn’t happening anyway.  I guess I just wanted to share my frustration with the net at large.  Thanks for listening.  Therapy session complete.

Night all.

Odyssey Lecturers Announced

As of this moment, I’m not sure if I plan to apply to Odyssey.  If I put six weeks (consecutively and exclusively) into my writing career (and hence away from my family), I’d really like the word “Clarion” to show up on my resume.  Does that make me a snob?  Absolutely.  How many words do I get to impress an editor?  Sure, we’re even talking cover letter words here, but it takes a lot of time and money to get that word.  As a teacher, it doesn’t matter what college I went to.  My brother got out of college and went to law school; the name on the diploma mattered.  Same here.

All that said, Odyssey’s lineup is pretty significant including big-ticket names from both of last year’s Clarions.  The simple fact that I’m thinking about applying (despite that first paragraph) says a lot.  Coalating data.

Odyssey’s Writer-in-Residence (per my understanding she stays the whole six weeks and serves as primary lecturer the final week the entire fifth week whereas the other lecturers stay for about 24 hours…do I have it right now?) is Laura Anne Gilman.

Weekly guest lecturers will be Alexander Jablokov, Michael A. Arnzen, Elizabeth Hand, Gregory Frost, and David G. Hartwell.

Be sure to check out my workshop page for more useful workshop links.

NaNoWri-No

With November upon us and so many writers’ blogs heralding perticipation, I feel compelled to doscuss the reasons this blog will not be boasting a NaNoWriMo banner.   I have nothing against National Novel Writing Month.  If I did, I wouldn’t have linked to it above.  I might participate some time in the future, but not this year.

First and foremost, I can’t write that much in a month.  Not at this point in my life, no.  It doesn’t fit the pace of my creation.  It took me a year to write my first novel, which needs to be rewritten from the basement up before it’s remotely serviceable.  Yes, a year for 113,000 or so words.  I thought it was great then.  For years I thought it was great.  I’m still too attached to it to really redo it.  It was the very first thing I ever wrote and it started my path to where I am today.  The memory of my dedication to that novel reminds me that I cannot do NNWM.  I gave up too many things while I wrote that novel…and there wasn’t all that much going on for me at the time.  I’m already behind with mundane classroom work (grading, making out tests, calling parents, etc.), I want to spend more time with my daughter, and I’m far enough behind in household chores that I’d rather just move.  How can I rationalize that big a jump in my word production when it would leave all these things behind?

Second, novels aren’t where I’m at.  I still plan to invade either San Diego or Seattle this summer for six weeks.  Thus, I need to keep woring on short stories for my Clarion and Clarion West applications.  I sure don’t want to be “that guy” who was wait-listed one year and didn’t make it the next.  I have stories to sub, but not a whole lot written since my last application.  Worse, my Naked Man story will likely be too long to submit for either application.  I guess I need to get through it and on to another one.

Third, I don’t really feel like NNWM offers enough incentive to participate.  Oooh, I get to claim I made my target word count (short of true novel length, even for YA).  What else?  I’ve never been much of a word counter anyway.  Some of my most productive days churn out only a few hundred words, but the quality of the words or where the words bring me are infinitely more valuable.  I could type like Jack in The Shining and get 50,000 words. So I may participate some day to be a joiner and create a production goal for myself, currently even the intrinsic rewards aren’t driving me.

So no, I will not be NaNoWriMo-ing in November.  Good luck to those that are.

-Oso

 

A few review-ish type things

It being Halloween time, horror movies seem to be en vogue.  That and my wife loves horror movies.  Not me.

I did love the first Saw movie.  Brilliant, people fighting for their lives in Jigsaw’s twisted games.  Then they made another.  And another.  Now the well is dry so they send the bucket down and pull up the mud, bottle it, and sell it like it’s going to satisfy thirst the way the well did in the beginning.

Yes, I saw Saw VI yesterday.  It wasn’t a terrible movie in and of itself until you look at the characters.  To be fair to the writers, some of it was the acting, particularly the brooding, mouth-breathing replacement for the series’ long deceased killer (Costas Mandylor).  To be fair to the actors, some of it was the writing.  There are still clever ideas in the script, but more of them are simply brutal and sadistic.  The last minute or so — involving the new killer — is fairly clever and sets them up to do something different with the next film.  Will they?  Who knows.

I am mainly disappointed withhow far the movie has diverted from its original warped morality.  For instance, there is a part of the movie where a man must choose which two out of six employees will live.  Another where he picks one of two to live.  In the first movie, everyone was supposed to have a chance and they were responsible for their own survival.  More and more, the Saw franchise has gotten away from this.  Twisted morality was what made the first film such a viral success.  With the morality lessened, it’s just twisted.  What’s unique about that?

The style and composition of the movie are also very different in ways that lessen my enjoyment.  If I ever sit through the film again (not likely), it will be to tally the number of flashbacks.  Most are flashes to previous movies.  It has become a soap opera, not a film.  The attempts do not make this movie a stand-alone film.  You have to have seen the others — all of the others, by my calculation — to appreciate what’s happening in the plot.  What’s more, some of the flashbacks actually weaken the morality of prior movies.  I understand a movie based on a dead character’s ideas is going to have flashbacks.  A house with cats will have a litterbox, too, but that doesn’t mean it has to reek  of urine.  It was exhausting to try to keep up with the twists and turns and doubletalk.  Just rip someone’s head apart and get it over with.

In summary, I didn’t like it.  (Did you get that?)  Not the worst film I’ve seen this year, but in the lowest quartile.  C-.  It was good enough that I didn’t feel like I flushed my money away, but bad enough that I wonder which doors in that hallway would have been better investments.

While I’m at it, I’ve been reading WotF XXV (lots of Roman numerals today).  Only three stories so far: Jordan Lapp’s “After the final Sunset, Again”, Emery Huang’s “Gardens of Tian Zi”, and Gra Linnaea’s “Life in Steam”, those being the three that really leapt out at me based on outside experience.  Jordan’s a friend, Emery is a message board acquaintance, and Gra is…out there somewhere, so these will not be scathing reviews.  They wouldn’t be anyway since all three stories were quite good.

The question that most entertains me is “which of the three was the best?”  It should be an obvious answer since Emery won the Gold Award, Jordan’s story placed first, and Gra’s was a third place finisher. Apparently that means nothing.  I found “Garden of Tian Zi” a bit derivative with the secret society man with super-speed and super-strength…  Still, the setting and backstory and such were quite unique (frogs for computers?) and interesting.  But it didn’t scream cream-of-the crop to me.  “After the Final Sunset, Again” was more out of left field (where all great ideas come from) and had me revetted through the first two-thirds.  The Phoenix idea was inspired and the Phoenix charactyer was breathtaking.  The ending blindsided me and left me staggering, muttering “what?”  I think I needed just a touch more twist to it resonate in my palate.  Nonetheless, a great story.  As for “Life in Steam”, I was thrown by the ancient-theory-as-science in the beginning, but I suspect that’s a favorite steampunk ploy, reminiscent of Moorcock.  Once I got into things and met Wood, I was swept away bby the storytelling.  A bit more poetic than I’m used to.  On the downside, the protagonist made the rest of the story almost moot since it was obvious where this was going; I feel like there might have been more interesting ways to get there.

All three stories were fantastic, but none flawless.  (When’s the last time you read a flawless story?  Really?)  Their quality gives me great hope for the rest of the volume.  I intend to select my own “Gold Award” (Bear Claw Award?) winner (not that they’ll get anything but some comments here) and I’ll be surprised if it ends up being any of these three.  I think a strong, surprising ending is what I look for most in a story (probably because endings give me so much trouble), and I didn’t feel like any of these endings wowed me enough.  But who knows.  Congratulations to all three writers on their excellent stories; I expect great things from all three careers to come.

-Oso

Braaaaiins…

zombieland-posterI am not generally a fan of horror.  Not horror movies or books or stories or comics…I just don’t get a thrill from being scared.  (Plus, I’m a jumper.  That lame moment when everyone knows the killer is about to jump out and scare the babysitter…I’m the lame-o that jumps anyway.)

But I love me a good zombie movie.

Not the classic stuff, mind you.  Every zombie movie aficionado out there would likely consider me a low-brow heretic.  But I love the direction the zombie movie has taken of late.  The latest incarnation of Dawn of the Dead remains one of the most watched DVDs in my collection (after my daughter’s collection, my Firefly set, and Clerks — tied with Hot Fuzz and From Dusk Till Dawn…another of my rare horror favorites).  Shaun of the Dead is another, mostly for the incomparable wit of Simon Pegg and his pals.  I particularly enjoy the irreverence of these recent zombie flicks.  And running zombies are so much scarier than moseying zombies.

Today I went to see Zombieland.  Brilliant.  The young main character reminded me of Michael Cera (Arrested Development, Juno, Superbad) in all the best ways.  Woody Harrelson was inspired casting and did a great job (as usual).  The love interest (Emma Stone) was a smokin hottie in a goth-tough disguise.  Even the kid was pretty good.  And the cameo actor (don’t want to spoil it for you if you don’t know) was brilliant from both the writing and acting sides.

But the movie itself outshone the acting.  In a world of zombies, a survivor must have a list of rules that got them as far as they’ve made it.  The main character’s rules take center stage and keep popping up in ways that warm my writer’s heart.  It reminded me of Douglas Adams if anyone.  Wit and plot sewn nicely together in an almost credible package.

So I am inspired.  I want to write a comedic zombie story.  Alas, I have read very few zombie stories in my time and do not desire to reinvent the wheel.  I want my own perverse twist that hasn’t been done to death.  I have an idea or two.  If anyone can recommend a good, funny zombie novel or story, I’d appreciate it.

It will be tough to go my own way with so established a trope as zombies, especially considering what a fan I am of the current trend.  I’ll probably have to plan for a few weeks, even months, befor find my place on this particular wave.  But that’s part of the fun, isn’t it?

-Oso

WotF XXV

Finally.

I got out to a real bookstore (well, Books-A-Million) and picked up WotF XXV.  It has been on my to-do list.

Now I need to do some reading.  I have heard so much about the writers and stories, I don’t know where to start.  Jordan’s story, “After the Final Sunset, Again” will surely be first, friend that he is.  Emery’s and Gra’s stories have been intriguing me, too.  Can’t wait.

Dreams and nightmares

Last night, I dreamt about Clarion.  To my knowledge, I’ve never actually dreamt about the workshop before, only daydreams.  But last night was an honest dreamy-type dream.

It was an anxiety dream, I think.  I was walking around campus in my underwear, holding my daughter’s hand.  I think that’s a symbol of feeling anxious about leaving her for that amount of time.  I also dreamt about driving a car over a very unstable bridge, an image I suspect designed to remind me that it may still be difficult for me to get there.  

There was other stuff: meeting WotF winners there (which seems unlikely since Jordan suggested he was the first winner to go to CW after his win), trying to write a story with pencil and paper, a play being performed about writers at Clarion (in which the character modeled after me was inexplicably shirtless), and other stuff I can’t remember.  

Why is this dream hitting me now?  I wasn’t even writing anywhere near bedtime last night.  Maybe it was my guilty conscience telling me  should have been writing if I want to attend this summer.  Or maybe I just needed a new setting for the age-old in-public-in-my-underwear dream.  Whatever the reason, it has the workshop foremost in my mind again.  It can make focusing on mundane tasks — like school — very difficult.

Workshop Page Update

I added more links to my workshop page.  It’s mostly blog-type stuff.  A few classic essays are there.  

I intend to add more blog stuff – especially recent blogs from the likes of Rochita and Jordan – when I get time.  These additions are mostly single postings.

If you have a collection of blog entries that you’d like me to link to, let me know.  It’s easiest if they’re joined by a category or keyword…heck you probably know better than I do.  

Anyway, I’m trying to replace some of the links from the now-defunct “Clarion Ex Machina” page that was so helpful to me when I was applying last year.  I am currently short on stuff from the past few years, so whatever people can throw my way would be helpful.