March 8th, 2011



I am not all that neurotic, as writers go. I mean, yes, I certainly have my quirks, but I don’t do many, many, *many* of the things that lots of my writer friends do, things which all seem to be deliberate behavior to make them crazier.

I do, however, have a Thing about my workspace. I like it to be not just tidy, but symmetrical. (“Kate,” the story says, “adored symmetry, although she wasn’t particularly orderly.” Yes. Just so. Some things don’t change.) So I’ve just spent the last hour or so rearranging the bookshelves, two of which match and one of which does not, so that the non-matchy one is against a different wall.

Sadly, I don’t think this is going to be enough, which means my poor husband is going to have to lug the non-matchy one downstairs and one of the matching ones *from* downstairs *up*stairs so I can have my symmetry. I may first employ his brute strength to move the matching pair down a few inches so the non-matchy one can be set in closer, and see if that satisfies my need for Things To Look The Same (I could move them, obviously, but I’d have to unload them all again, whereas Ted can do the job with a grunt and a step). It’d be nice to have the non-matchy one because it’s intended to hold boxes, and boxes are harder for Young Indiana to wreak havoc with than books. But, but…non-matchy! *flails*

In the meantime, mrhghl. Just finished rereading the first 60K of RAVEN CALLS for the second time. It seems to be holding together, but it doesn’t feel quite right. Usually on the second read-through I’ve gotten past the initial resistance of NO DO NOT WANT TO CHANGE NO NO NO and can see where I’ve gone wrong, but I still can’t see it. Which either means I haven’t gotten far enough *past* where it went wrong to see what I need to do to change it, or in fact it hasn’t actually gone wrong and I’m just assuming it has because by 60K a book has usually gone wrong once or twice already. Guess I have to just keep going to find out. *frazzle*

(x-posted from the essential kit)


A short P-Con writeup, because…well, mostly because I’m too sleepy to make a long one. :)

It was a lovely weekend, as P-Con always is. I didn’t make it to the Friday night festivities, but we got there bright and early for Saturday and hung about for a bit before I had my first panel. Ted and I had been talking earlier about Halloween costumes, and about if how I was going to do a Chiana costume maybe he’d do John Crichton or D’argo. Then irishkate walked in wearing black jeans and a black leather jacket with her hair, which has gotten quite long, all loose and wild, and Ted said, “And here we have our Aeryn Sun!” So our Halloween party is starting to take on a Farscape tone. :) Anyway, I was all dolled up in my pin-up costume, and irishkate dashed off to change clothes so she could be Abby from NCIS, and it turned out my week of trying to learn to do things with my hair was of use, because I was able to give Kate a pin-up fringe, ’cause you can’t be Abby without bangs. :) So that was fun, and there must be pictures of us somewhere, because for some reason people kept taking them of us. :)

To our delight, jemck said “To hell with it, I’m going to P-Con anyway!” even though she’d just gotten over pnumonia, so we got to see her, which was entirely wonderful. See, right away I get into “oh and it was so good to see everyone!”, which is easier to remember than panels because my brain is ever so tired. But actually, the panels I managed to attend (and, um, to invite myself onto the panel for) were a lot of fun. One of the things I love about the smaller cons is the ability to have real discussions with the audience, which we got to do on the topics of points of view, sustainable funding models for writers, the future of fantasy, and other good stuff that I can’t remember right now.

Saturday night dinner was at The Merchant’s Arch, which is in the Merchant’s Arch and which was a nice place with a very attentive waitstaff, so that was a lot of fun. Ted and I staggered home and collapsed after that, rather than staying out til all hours, which was probably just as well, as splinister and ianmcdonald, at least, were up until 3am closing out the bar. :) I got to talk to Ian briefly on Sunday, but as ever, not enough time to talk to everybody! Particularly while baby-wrangling, though really, Young Indiana needed very little wrangling. He went up and down and up and down the halls (and the stairs, when we’d let him), *utterly* unconcerned with where his parents were, and largely charmed people left and right. (And then slept 14 hours on Monday.)

Ooh, speaking of him I think I might hear him awakening, so I must wrap up!

Favorite line of the weekend: GoH Ian McDonald evidently lived for a while in a house formerly owned by the Lewis, as in CS, family. “I looked in all the wardrobes,” Ian said a bit wistfully, “but no.”

Also, I have sort of accidentally gotten myself (and possibly Ted) on the committee to work on next year’s P-Con, which caused natural20 to laugh right out loud at me. “In your copious free time!” he said, and laughed. :)

(x-posted from the essential kit)

International Women’s Day

“The thing is,” my mother said to me the other day, “you’re not a feminist.”

“I’m not?” I said in some surprise, having always vaguely thought of myself as such.

“No,” she said. “Feminists, at least in the main, feel strongly about underrepresentation of women, whereas you recognize that while it might not be the way it’s spozed to be, it’s the way it is.”

I suspect this is largely true. I do subscribe to the radical idea (and to me amusing definition of feminism) that women are people too, and I’ve been known to go to the mat over issues which are based in feminist beliefs (ask me sometime about the insurance company wanting me to prove I was married because my last name was different from my husband’s). But I have been exceedingly fortunate. It has never occurred to me in any way that I might be prevented from or incapable of doing something because of my gender. As far as I can tell, I never have been prevented from accomplishing anything on the basis of my gender.

And I am afforded these things because I stand on the shoulders of giants. I am wildly grateful for and fully aware of that which has gone before. I am indebted to the women (and men) who have fought the battles that let me have a credit card in my own name, let me participate in sports (that’s one I just cannot get over. I *know* the previous generation didn’t get to participate in school sports, but the idea just blows my mind), and many, many other things. Furthermore, I absolutely understand that I have it good, and huge numbers of women around the world don’t, and I wholly agree with and support an agenda that continues to fight to equalize men and women across the globe. I think International Women’s Day is a good idea, and I wish it was one that we didn’t need. mevennen submitted there is no International Men’s Day because that’s the other 364 days a year and goes without saying; obviously it would be ideal for International Women’s Day to be as redundant. But until it is, I will continue to stand with those who continue to fight for equality, not because I’m a feminist, but because I’m an activist, and because I’m a human being.

(x-posted from the essential kit)