Writer Swallowed By Furniture, Film At Eleven
A few random things, since I have been buried under an avalanche of stuff lately, some personal, some home-related. I’ll content myself with saying that as long as my kids are happy and healthy I still consider myself lucky. And as long as I can still write, all is well.
* Congratulations to Carla Demich and Sherry Williams, winners of signed Night Shift ARCs! Carla wrote a beautiful short-fiction piece dealing with Dante and Doreen, and Sherry–your blandishments have proved too much for me. Weak is a writer. Congrats also to Sarah Shelton, the runner-up, who shows us just what happened while Dante was on her slicboard ride in WFTD. Sarah, one more ARC has freed up. Winners, send your snail mail addresses to contest (at) lilithsaintcrow (dot) com. Also, Carla and Sarah, please enclose your permission for me to make the stories available to fans in a PDF, if you don’t mind? I have many packages to mail this week–Elise, I am sorry the Chihuahua of Real Life has been humping my ankle something fierce lately. I’m on it, I swear.
* Next, a small aside. This makes me think of Babette’s Feast. It makes me want to write a book. Lit-fic, no less. I’m sure I can go hold my head underwater and the urge will fade. Until then, though, I’ll work on Weasel Boy.
Hey, I know my place. I’m a hack.
* Speaking of which, I’ve been informed my advice on writing is, to put it kindly, utter crap. Since I am, yanno, a hack. To which I say, aw, shucks. My little heart’s allllll broke to pieces.
Heh. Not.
Seriously. I’m doing the best I can and sharing things I’ve found that work. Part of me bothering to make the Friday posts is demystifying a process that can pull a creative down if it’s loaded with hoohaw and naysaying. This is work and it’s hard work. The best I can do is tell you the signposts I’ve hacked out of the internal wilderness. They may not be your signposts, but they may help you find your own trail. If you don’t like what I have to say about writing, for heaven’s sake go read something else. The world’s full of writing books, you can certainly find one to your taste. Better yet, write your own goddamn books. But don’t email me with scurrilous ranting and expect me to be impressed. Especially when you can’t goddamn punctuate.
So my work is genre. So what? I don’t mind writing it and a couple people like to read it. That’s good enough for me.
* This baking blog is utter, complete evil. Now I can’t WAIT to bake Red Velvet cupcakes. I only wish I lived closer to the lovely, marvelous person who sent me the link–so I could bombard her with brownies. And cupcakes. Oooh, and the sesame bagels I have to make next.
* I’m 45K into a 75K book. The threads are coming together, the hero is On A Mission, the heroine is tied up and about to be visited by some very nasty characters, including her ex-husband. There will be much suffering and a Big Showdown.
It just doesn’t get any better than this.
But what would I know, eh? I’m a hack.
*snicker*
*snort*
