I #amWriting, amReading, amRithmetic

Sometimes I can get through a book without ever having to print up a manuscript and make hard notes. Not so with the current book, though. I’ve run it off, divided it into five separate hundred-ish page segments, and am most of the way through a pink pen edit. This is not a sekrit publishing technical term. It just means that the next edit will be a green or blue or possibly orange pen edit. I am hoping to only read it this way twice, as the story came together pretty delightfully once the scribbling commenced.

Work in progress: DAUGHTER OF NO NATION

And speaking of delightful, I am now about 70% of the way through my shiny advance copy of M.K. Hobson’s heartrending steampunk novel The Warlock’s Curse, which will be available to the general public so very soon. This novel is the follow-up to the Nebula nominated The Native Star and its sequel The Hidden Goddess. I won’t say anything more about it until I’ve read that last 30%, except for this: damn you, Mary, you’ve gone and made me all emo! Those sodas at your Orycon launch party better be amazing! And also: guys, this is a superfun novel.

Hush–the Rewatch! (Being an Alyx #Buffyrewatch on @tordotcom)

You loved “Hush.” I loved “Hush.” When Kelly and I rented a local theater in Vancouver for a showing of “Once More with Feeling,” “Hush” was the episode we watched as a preview. It is, I am certain, the S4 episode I’ve seen the most times. And here’s what I said about it.

And, by the way, it includes a handy sample of the tweets we’d be seeing from the Scoobies if the Gentlemen hit Sunnydale today. And it wasn’t a smoking crater.

Alyx is in a relationship with Livejournal…

And it’s complicated.

LJ used to be the go-to site for my blog and it was where I kept up with a core of my most beloved friends. It was also, at one time, a bustling hive of delightful writer activity. I’m not the first to have noted that it seems to be a bit of a ghost town now, but I still have a glance at my friends list once or twice a day. I start with the short filter of peeps I know and love well, in case they’ve posted. Mostly they haven’t. Then I hit “Friends” and see what everyone else is up to.

The reverse seems to be true, too. There are at least one or two people who still look for me there, and so my posts, which now originate in WordPress from my official site, get exported there. Comments happen. Conversations still occur… they’re just quicker, quieter, and shorter. The party is smaller.

Times change, services get less effective, and people move on. I miss being able to one-click my way to an update on everyone’s life–because hey, that was damned convenient for me!–but I do understand the why.

But I’m curious. Are you still reading LJ these days, if you ever were? Is there anything you’d have me change about my presence there. . . do you want a daily feed of my tweets, for example?

Wouldn’t you like to be a portal too?

No sooner had I written that Next Big Thing article about my Stormwrack novels than this post went live on SF Novelists. It’s about portal fantasies, and was sparked by another post, by Rachel Manija Brown. The classic example is C.S. Lewis’s Narnia Books, which is why Marie Brennan’s post is titled “This Wardrobe is Closed Until Further Notice.”

I found this discussion super-interesting for so many reasons.

First, I’d missed out on the term portal fantasy, so I hadn’t realized that I was writing one. Well, three. (I knew what I was writing, just hadn’t heard this handy term.)

Second, the panelists referenced in the posts agreed that nobody in publishing is buying these things. And if they were, they certainly aren’t buying portal fantasies written for adults. To which, of course, I got to reply in comments: except mine! There’s perhaps a little egoboo to be had in selling the arguably unsellable.

Third, the meat of the panel was essentially literary and marketing criticism of the subgenre: it’s wish-fulfillment, they said, and therefore immature. The novels have no consequences for the real world. The protagonist always returns to their life at home, barely older and much much wiser. It’s all been done. (The actual posts are more articulate, of course.)

So, Marie says–I’m taking some liberties with my paraphrasing–that maybe someone will one day write a grown-up portal fantasy where people travel both ways and portal-worlders fall through to Earth, and the journey of the protagonist affects important stuff at home and maybe the heroes and heroines don’t automatically just leave the magical land behind and embrace their old life with a zesty declaration–“There’s no place like home!”

To which I say: Hahahaha! I’m there, I’m so there! Because not only are the Stormwrack novels this and much more, it’s safe to argue that Indigo Springs and Blue Magic are, in part, portal fantasies where what’s behind the portal takes out most of Oregon in the first book alone!

Here’s a picture of me being smug.
Everyone at #vcon is up and ready to have a great morning, right?

My fellow SF Novelist Marie Brennan has, by the way, done a Journeys interview here at Planetalyx.