So, I'm still very behind with updates & responses. But I do have things to share!
The first issue of Vitality Magazine is out! I have a story in this called "Finding Home," about traveling through alternate realities. It's a love story, and it's also about family and identity. It's unabashedly positive SF. :)
It's available digitally and in print! Super gorgeous interior illustrations as well, and so many delightful stories about queer characters. I do hope you'll check it out. :)
Other piece of news: author Jim C. Hines has been hosting a series of guest blog posts about diversity and representation. I had a post to kick it off, "Exponentially Hoping," about the need for non-binary representation in fiction and media. It's a very raw and personal essay, but I'm quite proud of it. (You can also read the rest of the guest posts--all excellent.)
Potentially more shiny things to report later--I hope you are all well!
Delighted to share my SF story, "To the Knife-Cold Stars," which is about cyborgs and wirepunk and learning to live again. It just went live on Escape Pod! You can read the text version or listen to the audio, which is guest-hosted by Rachel K. Jones and narrated by Matt Weller.
I checked in with the GYWO community post already, but! I thought in interests of general updatery and, you know, writing progress, this would be fun.
In January, all told, I wrote 17,186 words. (To which my response is: HOLY CRAP WHAT o.o )
This was a mix of short stories (finished all of 1), script work, outlines, tiny bit of fanfic, some prep/planning work, and a very few secret novel words.
I repeat: HOLY WHAT.
I thought January was a slow month. I have had many days where I struggled to do anything, let alone write. (And then there were days where all I did was play Dragon Age: Inquisition, because, well, DAI.)
Apparently I did some words, guys! This is remarkably encouraging, when I have persistent, constant doubtroaches living in my brain that constantly whisper about how I get nothing done and am never productive.
Frankly, fuck the doubtroaches.
I think I did AWESOME last month on the productivity level. A little bit every few days, even if not in a row, does add up. ^_^ Homework may be languishing somewhere in the mines (let's not discuss how unmotivated I am about classwork this quarter) but dammit, Jim, WORDS HAPPENED.
When you see this, share 3 random lines from 3 WIPs.
(which...I may not have paid exact attention to the number of lines, but whatever)
1. A dozen soldiers with blue-white braiding on their uniforms trotted about the dragon, checking the harness. The dragon snorted and the force of its breath shot freshly-mounded dirt scattering in all directions. Its double heartbeats were like thunder, and all the metal in the carriages and chains keened. [a short story WIP]
2. Enough of blood, love, the gold murmured, warm and languid. Let me show you what trinkets our pets have brought from beyond mountain and sea. [from a novel WIP, same world as #1]
3. Food is her great joy—preparing and savoring, equally. Until the clinic and her wife’s illness prompted her to see patients again, she worked with her sister-in-law at the Falcon’s Tryst, a fine eatery and wine-shop. She was chef and delighted in inspecting the food products for the day’s menu. She accepted only the best ingredients. A raptor’s nose, even cased in human skin, can pick out signs of rot or fermentation before it shows. [a different short story WIP--with, yes, SHAPESHIFTING MEGARAPTORS.]
I hate dolls. I find them absolutely disturbing and creepy, and maybe it was fostered early by watching "Talking Tina" on The Twilight Zone when I was a tiny!Merc, or more likely it was watching The Adventures of Raggedy Ann and Andy at an even younger age (6?) and being SCARRED FOR LIFE. Because that is seriously the scariest movie I have ever seen. Ever. (And I like, and watch, lots of horror.)
So of course it makes perfect sense I choose to make my final cinematography project about...creepy dolls. (Or not.)
Regardless, I wrote a script and freaked myself out. Either that suggests the finished product will be effective as horror, or else I just won't sleep ever again, or maybe both.
First story written/finished in 2015! It flowed out in a rush (water analogies being fitting) after a single line of description popped into my brain while eating breakfast.
(Breakfast is usually good for something, I'm told.)
So we can now really kick off 2015 with the first of 'finished a draft YAY' posts. :)
Title: "Beneath Seas Bright and Dark" Date: 1/5/15 (written in about 4 hrs) Genre: fantasy Words: 2,200 Shiny: Sea life! Squid-ship! Music and painting and dancing and did I mention most of it takes place in various oceans full of stories and mythology and critters. (There are no crabs yet. I WILL FIX THIS. Because crabs are awesome.)
This story features a trans* protagonist, his genderfluid new BFF who travels the oceans, a trio of pretty awesome sisters (one is a lesbian scientist off to marry her astronomer girlfriend who is building the world's equivalent of the Hubble telescope), and various themes of language and speech and relationships.