Holding My Breath Just Made Me Dizzy, Nothing More

A SFWA pro-level market just rejected a flash story of mine (FS).  I was a tough rejection to take because response time was making me hopeful.  Why oh why do I pay attention to stuff like that?  A long response time just means they haven’t decided yet.  It doesn’t take any longer to say “yes” than “no” so getting caught up worrying about how long editors scratch their heads is counterproductive.

I have plenty of irons in the fire and I need to find a different fire to toss FS back into.  There’s a good chance I can see my third SFWA-qualifying sale on the horizon already, but crossing fingers and refreshing Duotrope aren’t going to make it happen any sooner.  I just need to keep the writing flowing.

 

Oh, you eat the peanut butter and jelly at the same time? Good idea.

After some soul searching that had nothing to do with typing, I’ve decided to stick out the Time Travel story, at least for the moment.  I’d also like to travel back to when I started it and do it right…but clearly that’s not happening.  I think I realized, however, why the story and I weren’t getting along.

I’ve been focusing on one plot.  The whole idea was to have multiple plotlines swimming around each other and building into something.  This was still the plan, but the tread that was expected to get the ball rolling has actually proven to be the muck that stopped said ball and another (more exciting) plot should be moving simultaneously.  I had considered a chapter zero; what I need is chapters 0, 1.5, 2.5, 3.5, and on while the plot I’ve been pursuing takes place simultaneously (in different times, of course).

I’ve also put too little consideration into the limitations of the time machine.  It’s not what the machine can do that’s interesting; it’s the stuff it can’t do.

So, as I suspected, I leaped into this project too early and I’ve only been spreading on one slice of bread.  Time to work with the other slice and (much later) figure out how to build a sandwich out of the two halves.  And I need to do this stuff soon; I’m at least two full days behind in the word count department.

Alas, the Naked Man must wait.  Hmmm, that didn’t sound quite right…

NaNoWriMo: Day 1

Only 850 words as I turn in tonight.  Not as much as I’d hoped but near what I expected.  Kind of a busy day; tough to get the keys clacking.  Better winds tomorrow.  I expect a lot of the words to materialize on weekends.  Still, I need my weekdays over 1k if I’m to have any hope of finishing.

Leadership at home

I really wish there was more to the local SF community where I am.  Tennessee isn’t devoid of skiffies (Chattanooga has a small but active community and Memphis seems to thrive), but I’m in a bit of a dead zone here between Nashville and Knoxville.  And neither of those cities really has any events worthy of a trip.  But what I really want is a group of quasi-academics that can get together and celebrate SF in all its glory without having to play a card game or have a LAN party or heaven forbid LARP.

Maybe it’s my social circles that limit me.  Most of my exposure is to high school students, recent high school grads, and a few teachers.  Thus I am fishing in a pond of mostly guppies.  I went through all the same stages: when the Empire/Jedi discussion in the movie Clerks was the model for deep philosophical debate; when a weekend meant a twelve pack of Dew, a bag of Doritos, and pirated anime; when every book I read for a year was a sequel to every other book.  These are great and important stages in the development of true geeks nerds SF fans,  but these are stages I can’t wallow in any more.

I’m looking for a social group where I can drop words like “steampunk” and “cryonics” without pausing to describe them.  I want to tell people about the writers I’ve met at WotF and cons (Niven, Pournelle, Turtledove, Tim Powers, Kevin J. Anderson, Robert J. Sawyer, Mike Resnick, Eric Flint) and get at least one nod of recognition.  I’m convinced that there is a community of such people here where I live — heck, this is the retirement capital of all places that aren’t Florida; I could hang with some septuagenarians.  But I’m not aware of any such gatherings.

So I suspect it falls to me to build a local SF community if I want to participate in one.  I am in a good position to do that, I suppose.  But I am a busy boy and this would be quite a commitment to get the thing off the ground.

It has been proposed to me that I start a writing/critiquing group instead.  I cringe at the thought of reading some gardening memoir or wanton love story as much as people who write those would cringe at the thought of reading about extra-planetary colonies or zombie humor.  No, I’m looking for a genre community.

Suppose I was to start one.  How to go about it?  I would LOVE some feedback from anyone that has ever started any sort of local science fiction community.

  1. Plant flyers at the used bookstore.  It’s the only bookstore in town and thus my only option.  I suppose I could drive west instead of east (I live in between) into the college town of my alma mater where there’s a Books-A-Million.  I don’t envision being able to draw from both towns, though, and I’m more entrenched in the east where I teach.  But it’s an option.
  2. Plant flyers in the library.  We have a nice new library in the eastern town in question, but even I have never been there.  Reports of the library’s under-use are legendary.  I suppose I could have my (as yet theoretical) group meet at the library to combat those rumors.  This may actually be working itself out…
  3. Facebook bombing.  Just get friends and acquaintances to spread the word through social media.  It’s likely that people interested will have some sort of e-presence.
  4. Offer something tangible at the first meeting.  Free books, free food, free…something.  Maybe a book swap.  Bring three books — leave with three books.  I don’t know, maybe I’m getting a little cliche now.  Would I be won over by free food or a book swap?  Not likely.  I’d just need to hear about it.

So what’s stopping me? Well, lack of success.  I sponsor the science fiction club at the high school and club membership is…well, it’s low.  I hit double digits on the sign-up sheet, but I’ll be shocked if that many show up.  It’s partly how clubs work at the school; they all meet at the same time and if you’re interested in two, you have to pick.  So when given the choice between a club with 100 people or a club with 10, peer pressure lures most students away.  Once upon a time I had over 100 kids in the club, back when different clubs met on different days.  Then again, most of those members were video game/anime/card game types that lost interest when ten minutes of club time passed without an explosion or cartoon nipple.  (I’m rambling now, aren’t I?)

So, do I start a hometown SF community?  Do I call it a club? A community? A hive?  Or do I keep to myself and avoid effort and disappointment?  This is all academic right now, but maybe someday…

[ETA] I followed up this post with some nosing around for existing local groups I might not be aware of.  All I found was my old college’s science fiction club which hosts a con.  Last year they report having around 200 attendees.  How did I not know about this?  Anyway, I sent next year’s con chair an email offering to participate in said con.  We’ll see if it amounts to anything.

Happily ever after

Let’s talk fairy tales. (Or faerie tales, but I think those might actually differ.) 

The draft I just finished was a retelling of a fairy tale and I’m scratching my head over one thing: does a fairy tale need a happy ending?  Grimm’s tales were not all happy. But when you say “fairy tale”, people seem to want the happily ever after. On this story, the down ending came naturally. I had to do some research to find a happy version.  I suspect I can work off of it.

I think I’ll leave it to the editor to make the call on this one, offering a happy ending rewrite if he prefers (more leeway for that with an invitation than say a cold slush sub). But I still want your opinion: does a fairy tale need a happy ending?

That finished-a-draft feeling

Ahh, that feels good. It’s only a short story, one I’ll likely trim even further, but man does it feel good to type “the end”. Or rather [end] as I tend to prefer. I suspect this story needs more post-production help than any I’ve written in a long time, but at least it exists in completion.

I’d love to go on about this, but I’m in a pop-up camper with a sleeping wife and daughter and poking this all into a smartphone keypad, so I’ll digress. I intend to spend the next couple days pursuing a crazy idea some friends and I have been kicking around, then to edit this story and get it ready for an editor who explicitly told me not to work on it yet. (I don’t always listen so good.)  Id like to have this one ready by the time I get back home. Right now I’m just happy this cold and rainy camping day turned out to at least be a productive one.

Did you just call me a Twit?

It has happened.  I am now Twitterpated.  Yes, I know…I know.  I fought it as long as I could.  If Twitter can survive the uncoolness of me joining, then the behemoth will not die and I for one welcome our new social media overlords.

So tweet with me: @SWBakerSF  I’m too new to know if it’s case sensitive or not.  I’m trying to tweet a couple times a day until I get the hang of it.  I so seldom visit my Facebook page, I don’t want to see the same fate befall my Twitter.  For hat matter, I don’t want it to happen to my Facebook and am slowly attempting to improve my visitation without becoming a heroin social media addict.

Oh, and let me know where to find your twitterpation!

ConCarolinas: Day 3 (the final chapter)

It’s tough for a day 3 to live up to a day 2 at any Con.  For me, this day three was no exception.  Everything was pleasant enough, but not special.  Some very nice panels that have inspired me to do posts on a few different topics that are of great interest to me: rejectomancy, advertising, and YA, to name a few.  I bought a book, got talked into Kindle-buying another.  And, against my better judgment, I left a few hours early.  It’s fun to be one of the last ones out the door because it increases recognition and conversation among the other late-stayers, but I was tired and missed the rugrat.

The best part of day 3 had nothing to do with the con.  (Not THIS can, anyway.)  I’m not 100% sure how vocal I should be bout it (he decided after flapping his gums to a few friends) so I won’t spell anything out.  Let’s just say that, thanks to a friend, I have a new reason to explore steampunk.  This was good news and made me a happy writer.

As a whole, it was a good weekend.  I made some new friends.  Some pros recognized me and struck up conversations on their own.  I got to know some pros (see day 2): develop a tiny crush on Faith Hunter and refueled a pre-existing tiny crush on Carrie Ryan.  (Nothing tazer-worthy, just a harmless smirking fanboy kind of thing.)  Expanded horizons.  Had fun.

Did attending this Con further my career?  Not per say.  What I did was build up my people network.  I turned strangers into acquaintances and acquaintances into friends.  You’ve heard the expression, “It’s not what you know, it’s who you know.”  I always thought that was kind of a sinister saying.  In this case, it’s more about having a friendly faces along the road.  When my career gets off of blocks in the front yard, it will go somewhere.  Wouldn’t it be nice to get there and know someone?  Even better to know ten people?  If I feel like I belong a that stop, it will make it that much easier to move on to the next.  Okay, I’ve retyped this metaphor six ways and it’s still not working, so I’m leaving it.  If a decent metaphor comes to me, I’ll make a whole post about it.

It’s late.  Brain…failing.  Must sleep.  ____________

ConCarolinas: Day 2

This day can be summarized in a single word: Magical. In two words: Magical Words.

Most of the writers involved in the Magical Words blog are here and I spent most of the day stalking hanging out with them. They are all such great people to talk with and they get along with each other wonderfully. They made up an entire panel about creating a web presence as an author that was informative and really fun. Then they skittered off to lunch with 25 of us tagging along. The restaurant was less than thrilled to see us, but service was good and company was great. There was also a party in their honor that night which reminded me fondly of the Locus party at WotF. I’ll do a full post on the Magical Words crew when I get back home.

I also managed to partake in a guilty pleasure: a Dr. Horrible’ Sing-along Blog sing-along.  I LOVE Dr. Horrible! Neil Patrick Harris is brilliant. It was cool (and a bit scary) to have a room full of people singing the songs and spewing lines at the top of their lungs, not unlike a viewing of Rocky Horror (only less lingerie). It was a moment with “my people”.  Fun fun fun, even if I did have to endure the musical episode of Buffy before hand.

It’s Sunday morning now and I just finished my Rooty Tooty at IHOP. Time to wrap this con up. See you on the flipside.