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Clocktopodes

I had a dream about these guys, and then I was sitting in a boring meeting, and, well.

In Process -- April 2015

First Draft   “The Top of the Volcano”. Wound up with a 6000-word draft for a 3000-word planned story. Wrote an outline halfway through, think that helped.   “Spinnerette”. Short story, exercise in pastiche. It was planned to be 2000 words, but I wound up with 4000. Of course. Dean Wesley Smith would hate me. I think I went a couple of pages past the end. “Before Breakfast”. Probably a working title, but anyway. I wrote 500 words and then realized I needed characters and interaction, and it turned out they were both women not men, which changes everything. Who knew! Editing “Wind/Water/Salt ”. Chapters 28 to 34 edited. Also made some minor changes to earlier spots to make the later stuff make sense. “Lucky Kate ”. Typed up the middle that I rewrote a while ago, culled some bits out to make it make sense. Connecting Went to workshop day at ad astra. If I’d stayed longer I might have made some friends. I did three workshops. The first one was Getting out o

What I read -- April 2015

“Deryni Rising” by Katherine Kurtz. Kari Sperring wrote an article http://www.strangehorizons.com/2015/20150330/sperring-c.shtml about her, and I realized I have about ten of these, none of which I remember actually reading, so I pulled them out. They were given to me by a friend who moved to England and couldn’t take all her books with her. I got a strong sense of déjà vu, but it’s not in my notes, so maybe I’ve just read (as Sperring said) so many of her descendents that it all feels familiar. But I really think I must have read this book about 17 years ago. It took a chapter or two to get used to all the adjectives. The women annoyed me. A lot. The two female characters who appear in more than one scene are so awful, and all the men are so awesome, that I was really mad that a woman wrote this book. Considering how many more of these I own. I could go on and on about how much I hated Charissa and Jehana, but I won’t. Neither seemed allowed to act in a rational manner.