Busy, busy, busy March. It started with the Anthology Workshop, which took all of my hours in the day, until the workshop ended on March 6. I got back to reading for pleasure on March 7 (no time in the first few days), while juggling line editing a Fiction River, and then working on anthology projects and a really special project that started in the […]
I’ve been very frustrated in the last several weeks because some of my preconceptions got blown out of the water. I’ve been dealing directly with some traditionally published writers for various projects, and some of the things I’ve encountered have been head-shaking. I’ll be blogging about a few of those things in the future, with the names changed to protect the—innocent? Ignorant?—I’m not sure which label to use. Suffice to say some of the things I’ve run into are simply and completely unbelievable to me, in 2016….
Here’s what I wish: I wish that writers had business sense. I wish that they would then use their collective multimillion dollar clout to fight the real war, the one that the music industry is slowly turning its attention to.
I’m having a bizarre week. I’m redesigning my website, so I don’t have time to update any of the other websites I’m responsible for, including the Women in Science Fiction project. I’m continuing to read for that, though, and am having a blast, although I’m deeply overwhelmed by the amount of material.
Next week, I’m taking a Shakespeare class, partly for a project I’m working on and partly to get my mind on other things. So I’m reading three different Shakespeare plays in prep — Much Ado About Nothing, Pericles, and Antony and Cleopatra, as well as some supplemental material that I need to finish by the middle of the week.
Dean handed me his latest novel on Sunday, and he’s doing a short story per day, starting today. (Well, starting yesterday, really.) And he’s blogging about that.
And because I’m me, I’m keeping up my leisure reading Just Because. And buying too many new books, and not writing enough, and aaaaargh!
(Excuse the meltdown. Am a tad overwhelmed. Moving on…)
Nearly missed getting this up in May. What a busy spring. Unexpectedly busy. I did a lot of reading in April, even though it doesn’t look like it from the list below. Much of my reading was for the Fantasy workshop. Those writers did an amazing job. Unfortunately, I was not editing an anthology around this particular workshop, so I couldn’t pick up any of […]
I had such hopes for March. We held the anthology workshop during the first week, so all of my reading that week was review. Afterwards, I had to line edit two volumes of Fiction River, so that took some of my reading time. (If you want to see all the reading I do on Fiction River, take a look at Fiction River: Risk Takers, which I line […]
I spent all of February reading manuscripts for the anthology workshop at the end of the month. One of the students counting up the reading and determined we all read one-million words of unpublished fiction. (See the picture to the left, taken by Brendan Swann.) Usually when a professional writer mentions that she’s read that much fiction for a workshop, the fiction is pretty mediocre. […]
Wow, when I get behind, I get behind. I ran out of time to write about books as I finished them, and figured I could do it in February. Yeah, right. With two workshops, and a bunch of deadlines, February has proven to be a nightmare of scheduling—which is why this thing barely squeezed in before the month ended. I read a lot in January. […]
Wow. It took me forever to finish this list. I made a bunch of notes throughout June, but I’m deep in the Retrieval Artist, plus life was kicking me in the butt, so I didn’t have time to write everything up the way I usually do. I ended up more than two weeks late posting this because it’s longer than the usual list, and it […]
…A dear friend gave me this book after he attended Emerald City Comic Con. He says he saw it and thought of me. He and I differ politically on almost everything, but we understand that about each other and discuss it—value it—rather than try to change each other. This book is just one example of how we both celebrate our differences. He found it, and knew it was right for me…