About Alyx Dellamonica

After twenty-two years in Vancouver, B.C., I've recently moved to Toronto Ontario, where I make my living writing science fiction and fantasy; I also review books and teach writing online at UCLA. I'm a legally married lesbian, a coffee snob, and I wake up at an appallingly early hour.

Exquisite Words

What I like most about this is I feel the imagery sets a very particular, chilly and winter-hued tone:

He knew it was regarded as one of the loveliest Tudor manor houses in England and now it was before him in its perfection of form, its confident reconciliation of grace and strength; a house built for certainties, for birth, death and rites of passage, by men who knew what they believed and what they were doing. A house grounded in history, enduring. There was no grass or garden and no statuary in front of the Manor. It presented itself unadorned, its dignity needing no embellishment. He was seeing it at its best. The white morning glare of wintry sunlight had softened, burnishing the trunks of the beech trees and bathhing the stones of the manor in a silvery glow, so that for a moment in the stillness it seemed to quiver and become as insubstantial as a vision. The daylight would soon fade; it was the month of the winter solstice.

THE PRIVATE PATIENT, by P.D. James

Let the write-a-thon begin!

The Clarion West Write-a-Thon begins today. I set a modest fundraising goal of $100, as I’ve never done this before, and if you’re interested in sponsoring me, the link is here:

http://www.clarionwest.org/events/writeathon/AMDellamonica

My goal for the next six weeks is to write 20,000 words of fiction, some of which will be expended upon revising a very rough draft of a story called “Wetness.” Here’s a snippet.

“There’s a naked man in your bathtub.”

“I can explain,” Calla said, which was basically a lie. She was on Skytrain, headed for her mandatory therapy session. “What are you doing at my place?”

“Returning some DVDs.” Calla’s ex, Richard, had given out sets of their keys to a half-dozen of their friends, the better to get their cats fed if they suddenly had to go out of town. She’d managed to retrieve all the others, but June had made a whole big don’t-you-love-me, OMG, and I’m the one who’s been loyal to you all this time issue of it all. Calla hadn’t found the backbone to ask, not with June being the only person still calling her since her job and relationship had both turned to manure. “I went downstairs for a pee and saw him in the mirror and scared myself witless.”

“Sorry. But June, can this wait? Right now I’m prepping myself to seem sane and sensible so I can have my job back.”

“How’d you even get him home? Ignoring the fact that he’s probably infested with… well, I shudder to think. He’s too heavy to ship. Even if you find someone on Ebay who wants a well-hung garden gnome, you’ll never make money off him.”

“But he’s okay?” she asked, and then bit her tongue. Shit, shit.

“Calla, he’s a statue.” June said.

If you are at or shadowing Clarion this year, I wish you the best.

Food and Language

I spent most of yesterday puttering slowly around to all the groceries and in some cases buying frivolous things. One of my mentoring gig folks had mentioned a power granola called Holy Crap; I bought that in Urban Fare, for $12! For a cup! (Two tablespoons are supposed to be enough to fill you, but still.) It wasn’t terrible, and the tiny portion was reasonably filling. But a day later I’m at Calabria, having had my morning visit to the loo, and at the risk of TMI… I did not see our Lord and Savior just now while I was having my sit-down.

These are my standards. For $1.50 a serving I expect not only filling and nutritious but at least a preview of the second coming.

But Sechelt hippies need jobs too… if they can make a go of selling *legal* hemp products to the well-off peeps of the West End, more power to ’em.

The slow was because I’d needed caffeine to get through Italian and then was up past 11:00 a.m., so even buying food was a mental challenge.

I have to spend part of today reviewing Italian. Class ends next week and I’m going into part II; I feel as though I might have a fighting chance if I get the grammar under my belt. I just have to decide I’m gonna, and then rearrange my catastrophically confusing notes. And get over a few things: when I found out that the word(s) for it were the same words we sometimes use for a/an on Thursday, I did have a little internal temper tantrum. “Fuck you, Italia, with your la/lo/le/li!”

Ironically, this is all brushing up my English grammar considerably. “Here’s the transitive form,” says Amalia, and of course I have to think it through in English, and then sometimes in French, before I really get it.

I caught a real break with Italian I this latest time through: only three of us signed up, so there was lots of individual attention *and* they shortened the class by half an hour… which meant we were leaving at 9:00 p.m. instead of 9:30. As I am the girl whose day starts at five, that extra half hour was golden. When Italian II starts next month it’s gonna be a jolt.

Who you gonna call? (Funkbusters!)

My current, lovely, talented and very hardworking group of Novel III students is reaching the end of another quarter, with fifty new pages under their belts, and some of them are feeling the re-entry burn. They have more to do, and they’re falling prey to the “Is this shit? Can I finish?” blues.

I’ve told them they’re not alone, and offered a few of my tried-and-true funk breaking-techniques (punitive amounts of caffeine, bribing myself just to keep on, freewriting, Ignoring it and Hoping It Goes Away), but I am always happy to hear more. The more so because my current story, “Wetness,” is kicking me in the head with the Pointy Boots of Vagueness.

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On another note, M.K. Hobson explains here how you and twenty-six of your friends can earn Clarion West $1500 just by joining the Write-A-Thon.

The Science-Magic Continuum

Every SF story has one thing in common–at its heart is an element of the fantastic that cannot be removed without killing the piece.

Aside from that, all bets are off. A story can be about witches, astronauts, or time travelers; it can be about aliens, superheroes, magic sentient dogs, or a U.S. President with an improbable name like, say… Oprah Winfrey.

The nature of the fantastic element in a given story is a key (though not the only) element in determining what genre you are writing in. If your story features wand-wielding wizards and noble, horseback-riding swordsmen, you are probably writing high fantasy. If it is the tale of some ultra-cool VR hackers using technology that modern society may well invent in another six months, odds are it’s cyberpunk. Though genres in speculative fiction are primarily marketing distinctions, they are also distinct art forms with their own conventions and styles. Whenever possible it is a good idea to at least know something about the type of story you are writing. You may not choose to follow the conventional rules of that genre, you may even mix and match between genres… but you should always be making an informed choice to break the established rules.

For detailed breakdowns of genre definitions, check here:

Literary agent Jennifer Laughran defines the genres and categories beautifully in this blog post.
Other Worlds Writer’s Workshop
Or try Wikipedia, which an article on science fiction genres, and more on fantasy subgenres than you will ever need to absorb.

It’s important to remember that no SF universe is free of some magical element–no matter how believable our speculation is, what makes a story SF is the inclusion of technologies or social conditions currently beyond our present-day experience. Similarly, no fantasy universe is free of science–almost nobody writes of magical realms where simple physical realities like gravity and fire don’t operate normally. The further to the SF side of the spectrum your story lies, the more you will want to extrapolate plausible technological details for your setting. Far across the continuum on the fantasy side, you might create a magical system that requires equally rigorous treatment as you set out its rules and limitations.

Though the middle-ground genres are most flexible, any piece of fiction across the Science-Magic continuum can be presented in a way that skews it closer to one end or the other, depending on the language used, the amount of technical explanation devoted to making the impossible story elements plausible, the types of characters and the overall treatment of the impossible. A few examples:

Anne McCaffrey’s The Dragonriders of Pern novels read like fantasy in every way… but they are SF. The settlers of Pern are offworld colonists, and the dragons are genetically engineered.

In a film like The Matrix, virtual reality is a magical realm where anything can happen and a privileged few have genuine superpowers. Meanwhile, the “real” world has a dystopian cyberpunk gloss.

In the science fantasy novel Channeling Cleopatra by Elizabeth Ann Scarborough, discovery of Cleopatra’s tomb and corpse allows scientists to inject her genetic material into a test subject… who then becomes possessed by Cleo’s spirit. What could have been a simple psychic-phenomena novel is thus given SF overtones.

The important element to consider is this: regardless of where you place your story on the science-magic continuum, you will have to create an internally consistent world, whether by researching plausible scientific advances, extrapolating sociological trends, or inventing something from whole cloth.

QUESTIONS TO ASK YOURSELF WHEN CHOOSING A GENRE TO WORK IN…

  • What do you like to read?
  • What are your favorite genres of speculative fiction? What do you love most about them?
  • Who are your favorite authors and which of their stories have affected you most strongly?
  • What kind of story are you trying to tell?
  • What kind of reader are you trying to speak to?
  • What sort of magazine or anthology can you imagine your story appearing in?
  • What are the artistic and storytelling conventions of that subgenre?
  • What element of the impossible will your story contain? Will your story fall apart without it?