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20 November 2009 @ 09:37 am

Jeaniene Frost: http://frost-light.livejournal.com/113427.html

Jackie Kessler: http://www.jackiekessler.com/blog/2009/11/19/harlequin-horizons-versus-rwa/

Lee Goldberg:  http://leegoldberg.typepad.com/a_writers_life/2009/11/mwa-takes-stand-against-harlequin-.html

New Yorker: http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/books/2009/11/harlequin-hacks.html

RWA, MWA, and SFWA have now removed or set a deadline to remove Harlequin from the list of their approved publishers.  Go, Acronym Organizations!  Go!  :gives standing ovation:

I now bring to you Regency Romance in Two Minutes to lighten up the mood.

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ilona_andrews
19 November 2009 @ 06:55 pm

Lots and lots of pictures.

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ilona_andrews
19 November 2009 @ 08:37 am

This week was pretty cool.  We got a lot of Christmas shopping done via Amazon and eBay.   Our horribly spoiled  girls have worked on daily chores for the last eight months.  Kitchen was cleaned, living room was vacuumed, litter box was decrappified, allowance was saved, and all of it so come Christmas time they could get a couple of outrageously expensive dolls.  They are both getting Dollfies which eats up all of their gift money and saved allowance.   Ilona is getting a Book Nook and something else.  I can’t say what cause it is supposed to be a surprise.  I am getting Dragon Age and hopefully more action figures.  King Grayskull does in fact have some sort of power.

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ilona_andrews
18 November 2009 @ 07:14 am

There are a lot of those floating on the net, heh.  Enjoy!

10,000 – New idea!  Shiny, shiny, shiny!

15,000 – So what exactly happens next?

20,000 – Maybe this idea isn’t as good as I thought.

25,000 – This idea sucks.

30,000 – Oh God.  I hate it, I’m stuck, I shouldn’t have written this in the first place.  Stuck, stuck, stuck.

35,000  – Maybe this wasn’t so bad.

40,000  – I could work with that.

45,000 – It’s lagging.  I know it’s lagging.  I need to definitely fix the first chapter.

50,000 – Ugh

55,000 – Can I just quit now?

60,000 – God, I hate this stupid story.  It’s pure crap.  It’s the worst thing that I’ve ever written.  Why won’t it just die and rot in the gutter in hell?

65,000 – Have to finish, just write and don’t think about how much it sucks…

70,000 – Just get it to finale, just get it to finale, I can do this.

75,000 – Actually, you know it’s not too awful bad…

80,000 – It won’t fit.  There is no way I can pack this conclusion into 15 K.

85,000 – So help me God.

90,000 – Die, book, die!

95,000 – I am done, I’m done, oh saints, I am done.

2 weeks later:

10,000 K – New idea!  Shiny, shiny, shiny….

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ilona_andrews
17 November 2009 @ 03:34 pm

I can do et, I kan write to 60% tonight I ka do eeet if brainz don’t pour out of my ears…

I just wrote this giant scene and I don’t even know if it’s gonna make the cut…

Made it.

How the hell am I going to stuff all of the rest of the story into the remaining word count?

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ilona_andrews
17 November 2009 @ 09:46 am

Dear BAYOU MOON,

I hate you.  You are the worst thing I’ve ever written .

ROX FALL!  EVERYONE DIES!

DIES!

(For those new to the blog: this is normal, not an emergency, and should be treated with much merriment and fun making rather than deep concern.)

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ilona_andrews
16 November 2009 @ 12:09 pm

I am ruining your snippet graph.

Cerise was already moving.  William heaved the crossbow up, pushed his way through the sea of dogs, and headed up the stairs. He made it through the door in time to see her turn into a side room on the left.

“You and I are going straight.”  Kaldar popped up at his side with a buttery grace of a magician.  “Keep the pace now, that’s it.  I think I’ll take you to the library.  My sister is in there and she’ll keep an eye on you, while I go scrounge us some food.  The kitchen is a madhouse this time a day and if you go down there, there will be no end of questions.  Who are you?  Are you a blueblood?  Are you rich?  Are you, by the way?”

“No,” William said.

“Married?”

“No.”

Kaldar moved his head from side to side.  “Well, one out of two isn’t bad.  Rich and unmarried would be perfect, married and poor would be two strikes out, nothing good there.  Poor and unmarried, I can work with that.”

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ilona_andrews
16 November 2009 @ 10:27 am

On the Forum Y asks:

I’ve noticed that the writing and language of the edge series is more structured than the Kate series. Like the writing is more revised. The Kate series is more freestyle-ish. I wonder it that makes the edge novels a little harder to write.

(No, it’s not more revised :) .  Kate is harder to write but you’re right on language, more on that in a moment.)

CheeseBK answers:

I think the impression you get mostly comes from the difference in story-telling.
All Kate Daniels books are told by Kate. All we get is colored by her, her impressions, her personal opinion and her speech, her POV. That way it might feel more ‘freestyle’… because we practically are only along for the ride in her life. We only ever get to read what she suspect other people feel/think and so on.

Yes and no.

True, Kate books are told through Kate.  She is the compass that navigates the narrative.  Ideally, the reader plugs into her thought stream and rides along, passing judgment on the characters as seen through her eyes.  The reader may not agree with her assessments or actions but they probably understand why she acts this way or that.

But exactly the same thing happens in the 3rd person narrative.

The bigger difference here is in style.  Kate is written in a variation of noir, not Chandler noir but rather Mickey Spillane.

The guy was dead as hell. He lay on the floor in his pajamas with his brains scattered all over the rug and my gun was in his hand. I kept rubbing my face to wipe out the fuzz that clouded my mind but the cops wouldn’t let me. One would pull my hand away and shout a question at me that made my head ache even worse and another would slap me with a wet rag until I felt like I had been split wide open.

Vengeance is Mine

Nobody ever walked across the bridge, not on a night like this. The rain was misty enough to be almost fog-like, a cold gray curtain that separated me from the pale ovals of white that were faces locked behind the steamed-up windows of the cars that hissed by. Even the brilliance that was Manhatten by night was reduced to a few sleepy, yellow lights off in the distance.

Some place over there I had left my car and started walking, burying my head in the collar of my raincoat, with the night pulled in around me like a blanket. I walked and I smoked and I flipped the spent butts ahead of me and watched them arch to the pavement and fizzle out with one last wink. If there was life behind the windows of the buildings on either side of me, I didn’t notice it. The street was mine, all mine. They gave it to me gladly and wondered why I wanted it so nice and all alone.

There were others like me, sharing the dark and the solitude, but they were huddled in the recessions of the doorways not wanting to share the wet and the cold. I could feel their eyes follow me briefly before they turned inward to their thoughts again.

So I followed the hard concrete footpaths of the city through the towering canyons of the buildings and never noticed when the sheer cliffs of brick and masonry diminished and disappeared altogether, and the footpath led into a ramp then on to the spidery steel skeleton that was the bridge linking two states.

I climbed to the hump in the middle and stood there leaning on the handrail with a butt in my fingers, watching the red and green lights of the boats in the river below. They winked at me and called in low, throaty notes before disappearing into the night.

Like eyes and faces. And voices.

I buried my face in my hands until everything straightened itself out again, wondering what the judge would say if he could see me now. Maybe he’d laugh because I was supposed to be so damn tough, and here I was with hands that wouldn’t stand still and an empty feeling inside my chest.

One Lonely Night

Look at the style: short sentences, one sentence paragraphs, no wasted words.  If you were to throw these sentences against a wall, they would bounce off.  Vivid word choice helps to add an almost lyrical quality to the narrative, without sappy sentimentality or dilution of the character: we know this guy is dangerous, we know he would spring into violence without hesitation,a nd we’re completely okay with him comparing boats to some beasts hidden in the fog who call to him in throaty voices.  The hero is a closet poet with a gun and brass knuckles in his pocket.

The Edge books, on other hand, are written to imitate Regency era romances.

“Felicity,” Mrs. Featherington interrupted, “why don’t you tell Mr. Brdgerton about your watercolors?”

For the life of him, Colin couldn’t imagine a less interesting topic (except maybe for Phillipa’s watercolors), but he nonetheless turned to the youngest Featherington with a friendly smile and asked, “And how are your watercolors?”

But Felicity, bless her heart, gave him a rather friendly smile herself and said nothing but, “I imagine they’re fine, thank you.”"

Julia Quinn (Romancing Mister Bridgerton)

For the fourth time, His Grace the Duke of Damerell lifted the knocker with his free hand and brought the tarnished brass crashing down on its mottled-green base. For the fourth time, the sound echoed on the other side of the oaken door, unanswered. Ransom Falconer’s mouth drew back in the faintest hint of a grimace.

He and his horse appeared to be the only civilized creatures within five square miles. Had he thought otherwise, he would never have allowed himself such a show of emotion. The overgrown Tudor walls rose above him, gray stone and neglect, an affront to the values of ten generations of Falconers. Admittedly, from where he stood on the threshold Ransom could see the romantic possibilities of the place: shaped gables and tall oriel windows and dark spreading trees, but at the very thought of such sentimentality those Falconer ghosts seemed to stare in haughty disapproval at his back. Without conscious intention, his own aristocratic features hardened into that hereditary expression of disdain.

Princes had been known to quail before such a look. There had been a few kings, too, and innumerable queens and duchesses and courtly ladies, all struck dumb and uneasy beneath the Falconer stare. Four centuries of power and politics had evolved and improved the expression, until by Ransom’s time it was a weapon of chilling efficiency. He himself had learned it early?at his grandfather’s elegant knee.

As it was, when at last the rusty lock creaked and crashed and the door opened on a complaining groan, the figure peering out from the gloom received the full force of His Grace’s pitiless mien. The young maid would have been forgiven by a host of knowledgeable Whigs if she’d turned tail and run in the instant before Ransom recalled himself and softened his expression. But she did not. She merely wiped her hands on a grimy white apron and lifted a pair of vaguely frowning gray eyes. “Yes?” she asked, in a voice which might have been testy had it not been so preoccupied. “What is it?”

Ransom held out his card in one immaculately gloved hand.

She took the card. Without even glancing at it, she stuck the engraved identification into one bulging pocket of her apron.

Ransom watched his calling card disappear, shocked to the core of his pedigreed soul at such poorly trained service.

Laura Kinsale, Midsummer Moon

There similarities: again we have short clear sentences and vivid language, but the sentence flow is slower, more measured.  There is an underlying sense of civility to the characters; they tend to be more introspective, more sardonic, and their humor is wry and understated as opposed to in-your-face one liner of noir.   Masters of Regency-style romances tend to subtly make fun of their protagonists, almost as if winking at the reader through the pages and saying, “Aren’t they silly?”

I wanted an aristocratic feel to the bluebloods and the subtle humor.  I also wanted intimacy with the heroine that is particular to well-written historicals.  If you break down ON THE EDGE,there are pages and pages that are spent completely in the heroine’s head.  Every nuance is explored.  If I were to do it in Kate books, I would get reviews howling in outrage at the slow narrative.  Not only that, but Kate is very much an action heroine: she makes snap-judgment decisions and acts on them, because if she doesn’t, she will die.  Rose worries and constructs strange theories in her head and then obsesses about them.

The challenge with the Edge books is keeping that Regency feel but with modern language an attitudes.

Styles can sometimes be used to a do all sorts of fun.  I had an email the other day from a reader who read Silent Blade and emailed me terribly excited.  She couldn’t figure out why the storyline seemed so familiar and then she got it: it’s a play on Harlequin Presents line.  (It’s meant to be, heh.)  All the tropes are there, but the style told her romantic SF, so it took her a little while to identify the core of the story.

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ilona_andrews
15 November 2009 @ 06:13 pm

There are some things men have to take seriously.  It’s just the way it has to be done.

Me, mowing grass in my sandals and a sun hat: La-la-la.

Gordon, mowing grass, in old Army boots, old jeans, shades, stubble, a look of grim determination on his face and some growling music on his Ipod: Die grass.  Die.

Me, doing laundry: All the dark clothes go in that load.  All the light colors go in this load.

Gordon, separating laundry into piles by color with military precision: Ilona, do you have anything dirty and green?

Me, making charcoal fire, putting the charcoal into a conical pile, arranging it with tongs for optimal ventilation, soaking thoroughly, standing waaay back while carefully throwing a match: Oh that’s nice.  Coals caught.  Ten minutes and we’re good to go.

Gordon, building a charcoal fire:

Dump coals in a big pile.  Spray some lighter fluid.  Throw a match.

BOOM!  Michael Bay explosion.

Me, reading a Sherrilyn Kenyon book on the deck: Are you okay, darling?

Him: Yep.

Spray.  Spray.

BOOM!

Me: Do you have any eyebrows left?

Him: Yes, but they are slightly less bushy.

BOOM!

Me: Honey?!

Him, all happy: Now, that’s a fire!

I will readily concede that he is a better cook when it comes to grilling.  And he builds an excellent fire.  I just measure his fires by my gasps now.  Today was a three-gasper.

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ilona_andrews
15 November 2009 @ 08:26 am

I am going to drink my coffee and sit next to Gordon while he pirates.  So here is a snippet bribe instead of a post.

William sat  at the bow, as far away from the corpse of the hunter as the length of the boat would allow.  Why she insisted on dragging it with them was beyond him.  He’d asked her about it and she smiled and told him it was a present for her aunt.

Maybe her aunt was a cannibal.

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ilona_andrews
14 November 2009 @ 09:51 am

Dear Makers of Gungrave,

First episode promised me crystalline vampires, lots of shooting, and coolness a la Vampire Hunter D.  The next three episodes delivered a sappy mafia drama.  WTF?

No love,

Me.

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ilona_andrews
14 November 2009 @ 09:06 am

Yesterday I got up irritated.  I worked out and did all the usual things, but the irritatiuon refused to go away.  I couldn’t concentrate at all, so I went to run errands with Gordon.  We sent some stuff overseas to Mods of Doom and mailed ON THE EDGE out to Brooke.  Then we went to town, where we ate at Red Lobster and I broke my rule – I usually order water – and ordered a Long Island Iced Tea.

(Jeaniene, stop laughing.)

So after downing it, I wasn’t so irritated anymore.  We went to BN, where I said hi to our books and bought TENTH GRADE BLEEDS by Heather Brewer.  Kid 1 does NOT like vampire books.  In fact, she doesn’t care for most UF/Horror/Romance…  She doesn’t like to read that much, unlike Kid 2 who reads continuously.  Don’t get me wrong, Kid 1 will read things like ALICE IN WONDERLAND 50 million times and Dickens and she did read TWILIGHT out of peer pressure.  (Not only she did not like it, she would quote the parts she especially did not like to me.  Kid 2 enjoyed TWILIGHT, so go figure.)   She reads manga nonstop.  But UF?  Not so much.  Especially because we write it and being parents, we’re uncool by definition.

But!  Kid 1 loves Heather Brewer’s books.  I think Heather could probably write a phone book and Kid 1 will read it and love it and it will be her precious. She truly writes excellent books.

Kid 1 also has a friend, who is very much into TWILIGHT, so much so, that this young lady believes TRUE BLOOD to be “an insult to Edward,” which just makes Kid 1 crazy.  On Thursday she came home outraged.  Apparently, her friend “got the third Vlad book before me!  And she asked me if I would like to borrow it!”  Sputter-sputter-more outrage.

So I knew I had better come out with the third Vlad book out of that BN or I would die a gruesome death.

I also bought EVIL GENIUS by Catherine Jinks for Kid 2.  Purely on the strength of the title.  I think Kid 2 is an evil genius.  Will let you know what she thinks.

Gordon attempted to purchase another Scottish romance for me, but I thwarted his scheme.  I will typically read a wide variety of books but faux Scottish burr is my cryptonite.  As soon as I see “Och!”, I run the other way.  Lord Panda, of course, thinks it’s hilarious and tries to buy them for me at every turn.  Because once he buys it, I will read it, since he purchased it for me as a present.

BN done, we hit Pet Smart and bought new pillows for stinky dogs.  There was a beautiful calico cat for adoption at Pet Smart.  Her name is Delilah and I really, really wanted to adopt her.  She was so sweet.  But we already have three cats and at some point, you have to say no to yourself.

Then we went to Target to shoe shop for Gordon.  By the end I was too tired.  We stopped at MacDonald’s to get takeout for the kids (bribe!) and we also stopped to get a couple of bottles of wine. (We finally depleted our bottle bought two months ago, heh.)  When we got home, there was a huge package full of Austrian chocolate on the doorstep.  I can’t express how awesome that chocolate is.  Thank you, Bea!

Wrote nothing.  Bleah.

Started a new pair of socks.  I finished the sorbet ones.  I made them without toes just for fun.

PS.  My blog stat thingie tells me what people search for to get to the site.  Apparently people search for Alpha Menz.  A lot.  Heh.

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ilona_andrews
14 November 2009 @ 07:36 am

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I’m so pretty :P

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ilona_andrews
12 November 2009 @ 10:42 am

In an earlier post Ilona mentioned that I was dragging her up to the mountains of western NC to visit my relatives for Thanksgiving.  She mentions that she is somewhat reluctant to do so and had to be bribed with a fancy hotel room.  I should explain why she is sort of nervous about this.  I am going to start by explaining my childhood, please bear with me.

I was raised by my Aunt and Uncle, who are wonderful people, because my mom really was not cut out for that sort of thing.  Suzie (my mom) was a smart, funny, pretty lady who unfortunately did not really mature or grow up after finding her father, my Grandfather Dooley, dead from a heart-attack  when she was 16.  She went on to marry a crazy guy when she was 19 but luckily he was not my dad.  When I refer to myself as the bastard son of an Irishman, I’m not being funny.  He was older, maybe as old as I am now, and married with children.

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ilona_andrews
11 November 2009 @ 09:44 pm

T wrote to me asking for some writing advice, and we agreed that I would answer one specific question on the blog.  T writes:

I guess I want tips on writing without an outline and making sure it lines up. I have just started and haven’t quite figured out the plot so I am making it up as I go and even with it being the beginning, I have already found problems with it not lining up, due to the lack of an outline, but like I said, I don’t like outlines. I find them restricting and extremely boring and I often forget about them, even when they are on the computer. Too many ideas come to mind as I am writing and I don’t like to be constantly changing both the outline and, possibly, the story. I am not looking so far ahead as to looking into publishing and the people that that entails, I am just looking into finishing it. So far, a plot has kind of been established, but not really, because I don’t like outlines.

So, my question would be how can I write without an outline and make sure it all lines up, without reading through the entire thing over every time I make a change. I don’t have time for that and I will forget what I am looking for once I get far enough.

I thought about this for a couple of days.  A fair warning: if you ask me something, I will give you my honest opinion and you may not like it.

There are writers who outline and those who don’t. These are not absolute.  Most outliners don’t always stick to their outlines and most non-outliners do think ahead.  However, all of the successful writers have an idea of their plot.

As a writer, there are questions that you need to answer before you get too far into the narrative.

  • Who is the hero of your story?
  • What does he/she want?
  • Why?
  • Who is the villain?
  • What do they want?
  • Why?
  • How to they do battle at the end?

For example, let’s take Lord of the Rings.   Hero: Frodo, the hobbit, who wants to  destroy the evil ring to keep bad guys from getting it and destroying the world.   Villain: Sauron, who wants to get the ring and ruled the world, because he is just evil.

The question becomes, how would one destroy a magic indestructible ring?  Well, may be if you threw it into a volcano, it would either sink into molten metal or melt.  So we’ve got to get Frodo to the volcano.  And the bad guys will, of course, try to keep him from getting into volcano.  Frodo will need some help.  You know, a kick-ass ranger friend would be really cool.  And maybe some sort of creepy thing-person that wants the ring.

Now we have the basics of the plot.  This is going to be a journey book, where Frodo will meet various companions and they will either help or hinder him.  We’ll have to figure out the different factions and what side they take and so on.  We have to make challenges and obstacles, but guess what?  Frodo is still going to get to that damn volcano, because that’s the heart of our story.

A writer doesn’t necessarily need to know every detail right away.  But she has to know what the goals of her characters are and how they would go about them.  Otherwise there is no book. You have to really think your story through.

I usually have a good idea of the plot shortly after I start.  I typically have the beginning down, the idea of the story, and the climax, the final decisive confrontation.  Also, I usually get a final scene in my head about 20 K into the draft, but that might be just me.  The middle mostly consists of “and then cool stuff happens”.

To reiterate, you have to have a hero, a villain, their goals, and you have to have some idea of the final confrontation between them.  Without it, you’re lost.

Now let’s go back to the original question.

“I have just started and haven’t quite figured out the plot so I am making it up as I go and even with it being the beginning, I have already found problems with it not lining up, due to the lack of an outline, but like I said, I don’t like outlines.”

This right here tells me that you didn’t think your story through. You have too many ideas.  Ideas are lovely, but you have to figure out which ones you can use and which ones you have to discard.  To do so, you need to know where you’re going.

So I urge you to write down your plot.  Not a detailed outline of every scene, but the plot, the map of your story.  Figure out who is the hero, who is the villain, what are their challenges, and how does it all come to the final big kaboom at the end.  Once you do this, you will be able to look at your ideas and determine which you can utilize.

Lets say you decided that your hero is afraid of heights.  You have two cool ideas – a fight on top of the skyscrapper and a fight in the subway.  The skyscrapper wins – it’s more difficult for the hero.  The subway will have to wait for the next book.

So, my question would be how can I write without an outline and make sure it all lines up, without reading through the entire thing over every time I make a change. I don’t have time for that and I will forget what I am looking for once I get far enough.

Writing is work.  Let’s get it out there right now.  Doesn’t matter if it’s for publication or personal use.  It’s hard work, and I think it’s best to let go off the notion that it’s not and you can just breeze through it.  If it was easy, nobody would be getting paid for it.

Your pieces will NOT automatically line up for you.  Especially without an outline. There is no magic trick. You want a perfect product on the first try. Unfortunately you can’t have your cake and eat it too – if you are going to fly by the seat of your pants, get ready to rewrite again and again and again and again until it all lines up on paper.  It’s like trying to find your way in a fog – you will take wrong turns and then you will backtrack and correct yourself.   You don’t have to do it right away – you can finish your draft, and then go back and edit but sooner or later you will have to pay the editing piper.

It’s not uncommon for a published writer to rewrite their draft 4-5 times.  And the beginning?  I probably have looked at my beginning about twenty times or more by the time I finish the manuscript.  Look at my previous post.  Why do you think the wolf is crying?  The wolf is very sick of editing KATE 4.  My betas will tell you that they have been treated to three versions of the opening chapter for BAYOU MOON, until I hit one that was serviceable.  And I have an outline for that book.  And I just edited it again last night, sent it to the editor for the teaser, she edited it and now I have to edit it again.

I have edited this message four times over the course of the last two days.  (And it ate all of my Torchlight playing time tonight again, because I wanted it to sound right.)

Yes, there are isolated cases of people writing novels extremely fast and being successful on the first draft.  Ian Fleming wrote CASINO ROYALE on his honeymoon.  Jo Walton wrote FARTHING in seventeen days and it was nominated for Nebula, Quill, and the Sidewise.  But generally, writing is hard slow work.  A typical professional writer working for publication will edit their manuscript many times before it goes out.  The object here is not to finish real quick, but to produce the best story possible.

There are also people like Dean Koontz who only write one draft.  But they think about their story to the point of having every scene lined up in their brain, in effect, creating a detailed mental outline.  You don’t want to outline and you don’t want to rewrite.  Doesn’t work that way.

You have to ask yourself, what is more important to you.  Do you want to have a bunch of words or do you want to write a good story?  If you want to have a good story, your choices are:

  • to give yourself permission to write a crappy first draft and then go back and edit it to within an inch of its life
  • to outline and stick to it and then edit your draft to within an inch of its life

The outline won’t save you from that final edit, but it will usually ease your workload a little bit.

And that’s the all I wrote.

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ilona_andrews
11 November 2009 @ 03:58 pm

Warning: this is me venting.  I have to vent occasionally, so please don’t reassure me too much.  :)

I’m so melancholy today and I have no idea why.

It was a good day.  We went and got our new glasses and some Dominoes pizza.  I got to gossip with Jeaniene on the phone and with Jil and Meljean through email.  We watched Dragon’s Den. I even have tea.

I’m writing.  I’ve got a bit below 1K and will need to put another one on there before I quit.

I’m just so meh.

There is really no reason to be bummed out.  Money?  We probably have Christmas covered and the budget drawn up for the next few months.  (Knock-knock-knock, tphoo-tphoo-tphoo.)

Gordon still loves me.  He is dragging me up to North Carolina for Thanksgiving.

Children still love me too, despite Kid 2’s valiant escape through her window into the rain, which occured last night because she was not permitted to snoop at her Christmas present as it was being wrapped.  (Kid 2 is having a bit of temper issues.)

The hat is proceeding on schedule, with the exception of Luka getting into the plastic bag left unattended while I went to look for Kid 2 in the back yard.  When I returned, he had a big skein of Homespun in his mouth.  I was gone maybe a minute.  That has to be a record.  Will have handwash the skein very very carefully.

So there is nothing to be bummed out about and here I sit, steeped in melancholy.  I must be just tired or something.  Maybe this is just an occupational hazard of being a writer.

Come on, a thousand words to go.  I can do it.  Meeeeeehhhhh.

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ilona_andrews
11 November 2009 @ 06:50 am

The internets seem to be back, whee!

:hates on Comcast:  We bought a new router, because they said the problem was in the router.  The problem was on their end, but now we have a new router that looks something out of Star Trek.  I keep expecting it to split open, sprout metal spider legs, and skitter off the desk.

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Happy Veteran Day to Gordon.  :)

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EDGE 2 now has a title: BAYOU MOON.

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The hat with cat ears has to be remade.  Kid 1 wore it non-stop.  She even slept in it, unless I managed to snatch it off her head before bed.  Eventually it had to be washed.  I knew the yarn had angora in it, but I figured the bamboo would balance it out.  Nope.  Even with a gentle handwashing, the hat developed a very typical angora fuzz.  It also stretched a lot and no amount of blocking would fix it.

Just for the record, angora and bamboo is a terrible combination.  The yarn in skein is heavy, shiny, and slick.  Any kind of wear or contact with water and angora goes fuzzy, so the resulting product does not look like the finished product.

Much mourning of the hat occurred.  New hat will be made with different yarn.  Results will be posted.

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ilona_andrews
10 November 2009 @ 12:51 pm

We’re down hard and have very sporadic access to email.  The tech is coming Thursday.  We apologize for the delay in responding to emails and comments.

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ilona_andrews
09 November 2009 @ 06:30 pm

Email from Anne regarding the revised version of MAGIC BLEEDS.  She loves it.

OH dear Gods in heaven.  Thank you, Universe, thank you noble ancestors, thank you mom, thank you luck of the Irish, thank you, thank you, thank you…

We don’t have to rewrite it again.

Oh my God.  It’s done.  It’s set.  Only copyedit left.

If I wasn’t drinking coffee, I’d be looking for some wine.

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ilona_andrews
09 November 2009 @ 12:05 pm

One of the earliest critiques I have gotten on OWW was from a published writer who said that my plot was good and my worldbuilding was good, but I had one giant issue that would prevent me from getting published unless I did something about it.

My characters were flat.

It was a fair criticism.  My characters were flat.  Even now the character work is probably my weakest point and I spend a lot of time on it.

Here is a bit of Cerise.  (I have looked at the counter some more.  Aaaa!)

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