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Retreat Update

After posting my last blog entry I sent an email to Ms. Fisher to make sure she’d actually received my story to critique. She hadn’t. I swear there are gremlins living in my email server. Seriously. *sigh* Anyway, the good news is I’ve sent her the first 100 pages and she says she’ll have it critiqued in good time for me to do rewrite Shadows on my retreat. Yay! This makes me very happy because I’m anxious to get it rewritten and in reader’s hands.

In other good news, my ARC of Jim C. Hines’ book The Mermaid’s Madness arrived today. *squee* I can’t wait to read it.

The only bad news I have is that I will have to wait to start reading it…because I need to write something for my critique group to, well, critique, on Monday. I’m out of un-critiqued stuff…seriously. That like, never happens to me. I’m thinking about doing the first chapter of See The Sky Again and sending that…just as soon as I figure out if my love interest is a man or a woman. Hmm…

Interview with Ellen Datlow and Terri Windling

Back in May I read and reviewed Troll’s Eye View which is a great YA/MG anthology edited by Ellen Datlow and Terri Windling. It looks at fairy tales and re-tells them from the villain’s point of view (Review is here). When I was done I passed the book on to Danica, who enjoyed it very much. I was going to ask Ellen and Terri for an interview for Niteblade but then I got thinking. Danica is more the target audience for this book than I am, so why not have her conduct the interview?

Ellen and Terri consented to the interview and I put it up on Niteblade yesterday. Please check it out and leave a comment. I think Dani did a great job at coming up with questions and Ellen and Terri are made of awesome too.

Interview with Ellen Datlow and Terri Windling

The Legendary and Auction for Cat


Help Catherynne M. Valente

My auction for ad space on Niteblade, a copy of Sister Margaret and a copy of Lost Innocence ends at midnight tomorrow. Right now it has one bid on it (thank you Greg) for $5. Surely we can do better than that? The auction is here please check it out.

In other news, my short story “How It’s Supposed To Be” is up at The Legendary. Sadly, this story was inspired by a very similar situation that happened here in Edmonton not so very long ago.

A Helping Hand


Help Catherynne M. Valente

I don’t actually know [info]yuki_onna or [info]justbeast . I’ve never read any of Catherynne’s work and they aren’t on my friends list. That being said, when I read about their troubles I wanted to help. So I’m donating ad space on Niteblade, a copy of Lost Innocence and a copy of Sister Margaret to the auction to raise some money for them.

My auction is here
. Please stop by and place a bid. For $5 you could win two great things to read and ad space on Niteblade Magazine. Plus, you’ll be help some people who really need it. If you can think of something else I could throw in on the auction to make it better let me know, I’m very open to suggestions.

Niteblade #8: Of Warmth, Of Dragons

Of Warmth, Of Dragons Wow. It’s issue number eight of Niteblade already. It doesn’t seem that long ago that Niteblade was just an idea I had, and I wasn’t sure if I could pull it off. It seems that I can — with help from some fantastic and talented friends.

My husband Jo does the layout for the .pdf and some of the editing. He is a stickler for details and makes sure the magazine looks amazing before he sends it to me to go online. If you haven’t ever seen the .pdf you really need to. It’s phenomenal.

BD Wilson stepped in during the last issue when I was pulling out my hair and wailing “I can’t do it! I can’t do it all! I can’t deal with this hacking and the submissions and the web layout and the *insert stuff here*. I just can’t!” She took over formatting the fiction then and for this and upcoming issues did/will do all the web layout. She’s awesome and I think she did a fabulous job.

And what issue of Niteblade would be complete without the artwork of Marge Simon? I feel so lucky to have met Marge, be able to call her a friend and have her work grace the pages of Niteblade.

Put all that together with thirteen poems, thirteen short stories and two book reviews and you’ve got the newest issue of Niteblade. >> Check it out here <<

As if that weren’t enough, we’re also giving away an autographed copy of S.G. Browne’s book, BREATHERS. It’s a fantastic zombie book that I adored and which is going to be made into a movie in the not-too-distant future. To enter to win all you need to do is either purchase a copy of the June issue in .pdf or leave a comment on any of the stories, poems or reviews in the June web-based version. The details are here.

Check it out πŸ™‚

Pontypool. I Surrender. For Now.

Pontypool Changes EverythingI really wanted to love this book. I truly did, but I don’t.

Part of the problem, I suspect, is that I am wildly crazy in love with the movie…and the book is not the same as the movie. At least not yet. I am at page 160 out of 280 and the main character from the movie has just appeared in the book. This doesn’t work for me. Even if the second half of the novel is the same storyline as the movie, it won’t work for me — because I don’t like knowing all about the zombies before we go into that part of the story.

The descriptions in this book are beautiful…well, often grotesque, but beautifully-written. For example (warning, profanity and ya know, horror-y stuff below:

“What the fuck? Hey! Is somebody in here?”

Les grabs one of the plastic jugs. The side has been cut away. Les turns the opening upward. It holds a crazy tiara of stingers; bright, gleaming needles fill the space. Never touch us, don’t even look at us for very long. When the door opens behind him, Les swings the jug, releasing a swarm of tiny missles across a man’s face and chest. The needles grab skin with their tips, and some, pushed by the weight of otherΒ  syringes, are plunged deeper. The view from inside this man’s body would appear something like the night sky in the city, thousands of stars becoming visible. In the countr, millions. One of the needles slides precisely into his tearduct, destroying its tiny architecture before burrowin far enough to permanently ruin the man’s ability to narrow his eyes. This particular jab also causes the man to flip a gun out of his hand. The gun slams heavily against the back of the toiler, cracking it, and then spins halfway around the rim before being carried to the bottom by the weight of its handle. The man collapses against the wall, disbelieving — you don’t just do that — and he watches Les retreive the weapon from the bowl.

The first thing to exit the gun is a twist-tie drool of toilet water. The second is a speeding bullet.

I love it. I really do. In fact, the descriptions are so fantastic throughout this novel (at least what I’ve read of it) that I would happily forgive it for not being the movie I adore and enjoy it on its own merits…if it weren’t so much work. Now, perhaps I’m biased because I’m struggling through a literature course for my degree right now. The stories and poems I have to read for it are work. I don’t understand much of them at first reading and have to re-read and re-read and then read interpretations of them. It’s work. I suspect that course is also influencing my enjoyment of Pontypool Changes Everything because it too, requires some work for me.

This is why I’m only giving up on reading it for now. I hope to come back to it in a few weeks or months and read it and see if I like it better, but for now, it’s work.

I thought, at first, maybe I’m just not smart enough to get this, but Jo said it was work for him too, and he’s pretty clever, so…maybe it’s just meant to be confusing…or work…

In the morning, children in full hockey gear skate across the purple and red ice, weaving around an obstacle course of tan corpses. Several of the dear stand frozen, and the children cut down all but two. They become the opposing nets of a makeshift hockey rink. A heart thawed over a small fire is used to draw the centre line and goal creases. A great deal of time is spent disembowelling the baby creatures so that their frozen feces can be used as pucks; however, having never eaten, their little bodies are as clean as packaged straws. The children settle for the mother’s hoof, which twists off easily.

Again, another beautifully-written grotesque scene…but…is it real? Within the story I can’t tell if this is meant to be read literally or if it’s meant to be a metaphor for something, or if Tony Burgess just thought it was awesome and had to include it. I, too, think it’s awesome, but it confuses me. It’s how a chapter starts…and right after this bit the story switches to something completely unrelated and this deer/hockey scene isn’t mentioned again (that I can remember off-hand). I just don’t get it.

So again, I hope to come back to Pontypool Changes Everything sometime sooner rather than later and I hope I can write a glowing review at that time, but for right now I’m mostly just left scratching my head.

Featured Author @ RedRosesForAuthors

I keep wanting to put spaces between the words RedRosesForAuthors but that’s not how Linda writes it, so I’ll do it her way. Especially since she was nice enough to make me the featured author today at RedRosesForAuthors πŸ™‚ She asked me several questions about my writing and life in general. Pop on over >> here << if you’d like to take a peek πŸ™‚

In other news, Ellen Datlow’s newest anthology, Troll’s Eye View, went on sale yesterday. It’s aimed at an MG audience and re-tells fairy tales from the point of view of the villain. I was lucky enough to listen to Garth Nix read his contribution, An Unwelcome Guest, at World Fantasy. It was an awesome story and I will be picking up this book to read for myself…then maybe I’ll let Danica borrow it πŸ™‚

The TOC is below, as you can see it contains stories from my two favorite writers EVAR (Peter S. Beagle and Neil Gaiman). I’m sure it’s going to be amazing πŸ™‚

Wizard’s Apprentice Delia Sherman
An Unwelcome Guest Garth Nix
Faery Tales Wendy Froud
Rags and Riches Nina Kiriki Hoffman
Up the Down Beanstalk Peter S. Beagle
The Shoes That Were Danced to Pieces Ellen Kushner
Puss in Boots, the Sequel Joseph Stanton
The Boy Who Cried Wolf Holly Black
Troll Jane Yolen
Castle Othello Nancy Farmer
Skin Michael Cadnum
A Delicate Architecture Catherynne M. Valente
Molly Midori Snyder
Observing the Formalities Neil Gaiman
The Cinderella Game Kelly Link

Pontypool

I’m obsessed with Pontypool.

Go ahead, say it out loud.

Pontypool.

It’s fun πŸ™‚

It’s also a brilliant movie and I’ve been obsessed with it ever since Jo, Danica and I saw it a couple weeks ago. It’s not perfect but the ‘plot holes’ and parts I don’t understand are actually endearing to me, not off-putting.

I got an email that my copy of Pontypool Changes Everything has shipped today and I’m ridiculously excited. I haven’t been this excited about a book in ages.

How about you? What was the last book that made you *squee* at its purchase or impending arrival?

Winners :)

So I gave away a couple free copies of Sister Margaret yesterday. The first, was given to a random subscriber to my newsletter — Helene won that one. Congrats! The second went to Wired for commenting on my blog post at Fang-tastic Books.

I hope you both enjoy it.

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In other news, I have been getting friend requests at my defunct Bebo account (I only made it to keep up with my sister who doesn’t use it anymore). I don’t even know my login information for that one anymore. A better way to connect if you’re interested, is Facebook. I spend far more time than is healthy on Facebook LoL I think those links will take you directly to my profile, if not I shouldn’t be too hard to find πŸ™‚

A Good Day

I had a good day yesterday, no, actually, it was a great day. Days like that don’t come along very often.

First, my short story Axe was chosen to appear in the first ever print edition of Demon Minds. Yay! I was very excited about having it accepted for the online version a few weeks ago, but I’m one of those writers who love, love, loves to see their work in actual print. Axe is the most disturbing story I’ve ever written, though, so it’s exciting and nerve-wracking to know it is going to print.

Also in the category of nerve-wracking is that I heard back from one of the agents I’d queried about Blood and Stone (which I’ve renamed Swamp Story). She requested a partial. *squee* I’m so excited, but nervous too. Keep your fingers crossed for me…

But wait, there’s more!

The day before yesterday I got an email from Carolyn Clink inviting me to read some of my poetry at an open mic event during World Fantasy. I don’t intend to read, but I hope to attend and listen, and I did do a little fan-girl squeal and bounce in my seat at reading the email. It was sent to me and a few other people, but we were all mentioned by name in the body of the email. Yes, I really did think ‘Oh my god, Carolyn Clink wrote me an email, she totally knows I’m alive!’. Yup. For those of you not familiar with Carolyn, she’s a very talented poet and she is married to Robert J. Sawyer. Yup. So full of awesome.

But, more about yesterday…

I’d entered a contest a few days ago and I got the email yesterday that I’d won! I would include a link here to the book I won, but um…I don’t have the link yet. Once I do, I’ll share it πŸ™‚

Last, but certainly not least, my copies of Lost Innocence arrived yesterday. They look amazing! I can’t wait for people to see them, they are so gorgeous. Now I just need to figure out how to get them to the post office (I don’t drive and 40 books are heavy). I suspect they will be being mailed out in waves.

So yes, I had a fantastic day yesterday. Have you ever had a day like that? I’d love to hear about it.