san diego

Jun. 25th, 2017 11:51 am
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I arrived in San Diego late last night, so Clarion is a real thing that is really happening.

The taxi ride to my Airbnb was awful. Taxi rides generally are, when you live in a young-ish female body, and you don't even have to be conventionally beautiful, which I am not. I wasn't in the back of the cab four seconds before the driver started hitting on me in imperfect English, which lead to some interesting sentence construction that sparked a story idea I'll probably write for next week's workshop ("I would do anything for you, I would give you my eyes!"). I ended up calling a new Clarion friend I'd just been texting, making it sound like *she* was a local relative I was visiting, and she played along, even though she was horribly jet-lagged (it was three a.m. on the East Coast and everyone else I knew was asleep.) The worst thing about it is that I totally expected all of that to happen. 

The Airbnb is just what I needed -- a bed to sleep in with a closed door. Perfectly fine. I was less entertained when a bunch of workmen showed up an hour ago and started banging on things in the kitchen, but what else can you expect for forty bucks in Southern California? 

I had a fantastic time at Fourth Street, aside from the fallout surrounding "the speech." Not knowing that you're not supposed to get into internet debates with a certain Minneapolitan, I got into an internet debate with a certain Minneapolitan. After he mansplained "emotional labor" to me, I realized what I was dealing with and bolted. You can't have a conversation when the conversation is based on basic disrespect, which is funny when you think about Fourth Street, a convention that is supposed to be all about respectful conversation.

This morning I was thinking about the speechwriter's use of "safe space," and how he'd never, ever have to worry about getting in a taxi in a strange city. About having a plan to call a friend, about how to figure out where the door locks were in the car and how to operate them, about how to deflect a dude who thinks he's being nice when he comments on your boobs. I'm sure he's given it some thought, now, but his friend certainly hasn't, and how can you expect middle-aged white dudes to care? How are you supposed to even communicate any of this to them when they act like that? A younger friend of mine bounced off that speech so hard she nearly cried. They didn't seem to care. How do they expect us to give them the time of day, when they don't care? But they expect it! They demand it! Ugh. Middle aged white dudes. Ugh.

At any rate! I've downloaded Doctor Who and I'm going to be perfectly lazy for the next hour or two before I take a shower, roll out to campus and forget what laziness is like for the next forty-three days. Excelsior!

a new book

Jun. 7th, 2017 11:40 am
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I spent the last couple days in various coffeehouses planning out Recoil, a secondary-world fantasy that's actually a space opera in disguise. It stars a lady gunslinger, but I need to find a different word, because damn you, Stephen King. I really want to start the Tribulation sequel, but I find it a little stupid to write a sequel for a book that still hasn't sold in the first place -- and might not sell. I'm driving up to visit my parents tomorrow, and then it's a few days at home before Fourth Street. When I get back from Minneapolis, I have four full days to decide what to bring to Clarion...

... or decide not to bring, as the case may be. There's always the thought that I should actually live as an ascetic would for those six weeks -- other than clothes and my computer and my camera and maybe my colorful star lights, bring absolutely nothing that could distract me from doing what I came to do, eat only during mealtimes, etc. And then I started thinking about quite possibly seeing if I could travel out there with a carry-on, and maybe this is the midlife crisis talking...

No update from any of the agents. Current strategy: psychic waves of hope.

And to write Recoil faster than I wrote Tribulation in case Tribulation does not net me a rep and I need to do this search again.

Well then

Sep. 24th, 2016 01:09 pm
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So apparently, I am not crazy and post–surgical depression is an expected and normal side effect of having a robot play around with your insides. It's not helped by the fact that I had to get up and go back to my normal schedule so early. Doctor recommends taking some time off from work but I'm being audited by the government this week (and I'm going to fail, which my employer told me was apparently ok) so that's not going to happen.

I feel better knowing these insane crying jags will eventually go away. I just have to moderate that little voice inside me that's currently singing my sixth-grade song about nobody liking me and needing to eat worms. It's not me, it's the side effects.

I hope I don't burst into tears in front of the auditor.

And naps. I was going to write this weekend and knock out a couple thousand words, but I should probably take naps as that would be better for me at this point. Don't want people to think I'm weird at Capclave.

The more you know! (tm)
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I've put in my notice regarding my column. I just think it's time. Both of my editors are upset and they're begging me to reconsider, and it's tough not to reverse my decision when someone's praising you up to high heaven and back down again. But it's been thirteen years, it's been a good run, and the column is no longer doing anything for me. It's not getting my name out there, it's not helping me become a better writer, and few of the papers are really even running it, honestly... it's just eating up six hours of my Sunday, and after thirteen years, I kind of want my Sundays back for other projects that are a) more fun and b) may actually get me somewhere.

The column is the last thing connecting me to my old life in Albany and Orlando, and I think that's very important. I'm trying to really start over, to do all of the things that I wanted to do ten years ago but that I pushed aside to "pursue my career." Now that I've failed at that, I'm experimenting with freedom. Freedom! Not saying, "Sorry, I have to work" to everything! Saying "can't stay late, I have company!" Holy shit! Next week, I'm going to be spending Saturday at an SCA performer's revel. Some evenings, I grab my AlphaSmart and spend all evening at the vegan cafe writing. Not working 24/7 is insane and I've discovered that I really, really like it. Having the time to devote to words feels almost sinful. I want this time. I need this time. I did 3k last Sunday just drinking coffee and hanging out at veganville. It was more therapeutic than all of the therapy I had in '14.

Oh, and I had a cancer scare. No cancer. So that's good.

And it might have something to do with the fact that I'm quitting all the things I hate and only doing the things that make me happy.

Am I insane?

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so uh they actually got Carter to join the Stargate Program



Four of the eight members of the 2013 astronaut class are women. And they are all ridiculously awesome. McClain is a badass helicopter test pilot with two master's degrees. Christina Hammock works for NOAA in American Samoa. Nicole Aunapu Mann is a career Marine. Jessica Meir has a doctorate from an oceanography college... but she's actually currently an assistant professor of anesthesia. At Harvard.

I really wish these ladies were as famous as Rihanna, because SCIENCE! And SPACE!

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Guys, I am so excited. The roleplaying game collaborative writing project that I've been a part of for somewhere around seven to ten years is finally getting an anthology, like I've been wanting to do for years. One of our players is taking point on editing it & somewhere around fifteen or sixteen players are currently participating as authors and writing buddies. We're not sure what we're going to do with the publishing aspect of it, but if nobody's interested, there's always Amazon. We're all writing our stories now and should be done in a few months.

Broken Dagger is my favorite fandom. I hardly tell anyone because... well, if you haven't played, you might not understand. The people in the channel are amazing writers; it's honestly shared-world fiction at its best, because we've developed this world in tandem. Nobody can claim that they "invented" the crazy awesome place that Broken Dagger is today, because everybody -- and we're talking forty, fifty people -- has had a hand in tweaking the story. If this were Game of Thrones, you'd still be freaking out about the Battle of Haberdasher's Row and the Rise of Thessilane. If this were The Vampire Diaries, you'd have plenty to squee about. If you don't like one plotline, there's plenty of others going on. It's Arrow and Battlestar Galactica and The West Wing and the Vorkosigan Saga and Middle-Earth and My Little Pony. The players that last respect each other and what they are trying to do with their side of the story. They recognize there is no "win condition." The players that don't take their toys and go home.

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I know, I know. You hear it every year. This is the year I'm going to write the novel! This is the year I'm going to get healthy! 2013 is going to rock! Ugh, I don't even believe it myself any longer. New Year's Eve was awful, 2012 was (mostly) awful, I'm fatter, on more medication, constantly panicked and upset...

... but this morning, my boss informed me that a recent grant we received includes provisions for purchasing a new camcorder for me. Specifically, the Sony NEX-FS-100. Your proper reaction to this should be something like LEAPING LIZARDS, BATMAN! ... and my mom got me a juicer for Christmas and I've resolved to shop only at the discount Hispanic produce store... so maybe it will be The Year, after all.

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This is a fanmix for Once A Master by [ profile] rinkafic! The fic is located here at [ profile] stargate_summer. There might be too much Ba'al in it. ... if there ever can be too much Ba'al. :)


Download at Mediafire here.

Details! )
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Oz is away this week, so the catface and I are having a bachelor week. I haven't done the dishes in a few days, I'm staying up until I want to go to bed without having to tiptoe around the house so I don't wake the husband, I'm still wearing my pajamas and I've been editing with Babylon 5's fourth season in the background. I have been ridiculously productive even though I'm also godawfully sick.

All of my B5 episodes were taped directly off the television during '01, so I have to fast-forward through all of the commercials. The commercials in '01 are remarkably similar to those airing today, except for the fact that the SciFi Channel occasionally airs spots for "brand new Farscape" and I get all excited for about five seconds. I'm not usually one for reboots, but boy, I would love to see a Babylon 5 reboot with a big budget and a modern shooting style, sets that don't look like cardboard and modern special effects. Seriously, we had it good at the turn of the century for science fiction. And now? It's all vampires and stupidity.

I think one of the things I like the best about the characterizations on B5 is that nobody ever really shipped Sheridan and Ivanova. There is absolutely no sexual tension between the actors and absolutely no "will they/won't they" a la Jack/Sam. They're friends, and that's it. I'm all for relationship drama like the next person, but sometimes it's just nice to see a solid friendship.

There are other interesting, but small, changes in the advertising. For example, the AOL ads talking about "fastest logon times." Logon times! Ahahaha. Funny.

The catface usually ignores me completely when Oz is home -- but when he isn't, His Nibs is all up in my grill at every second of the day, sitting on my feet in the office, throwing himself bodily against my legs when I'm sitting on the couch, meowing incessantly. If I stop petting him for five seconds, he thinks the world is over. It's really quite hilarious, because as soon as Oz walks through that front door at the end of the week, I will go back to being completely ignored.

And now it's lunchtime. If the cat lets me get up.

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Is it sad that I can't read Spartacus fanfic because most of it isn't written in the show's formal Latin grammatical construction? And if you saw last night's finale, don't tell me a damn thing, because I won't be able to see it until late Tuesday or Monday at best.

I got to Daytona incredibly early this morning, so after jaunts to check out today's church and hall, I've been killing time at a Panera's going through today's wedding schedule over and over again. This is the worst part of the wedding -- the hours directly before it, I mean, when all I can do is mentally rehearse the day over and over again and my stomach is all a-stir because of it. We'll have some challenges today, I think, but the weather looks like it is turning out to be fine & that is half the battle, honestly.

I just watched five people walk in with their laptops and bemoan the lack of a free outlet. iPad, I love your portable ways. We shall never be parted.

Wedding time!

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I am making a music video on January 2nd in St. Augustine. I need people to come along to play a "close group of friends" as well as a romantic couple who may or may not be having problems. This is my contest entry to's "Lean Into The Fall" vid contest, so while I am paying in a spectacular pizza dinner on the day of, if we win, I'm splitting profits. It's going to be awesome. If you are interested in coming, leave a message.
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If the SOPA and PROTECT IP bills are passed, every wedding videographer in the country could go to jail and our industry may cease to exist.

This isn't even about sync license issues. We can work around those and get licenses for stupid royalty free music, if absolutely necessary. This is about what the DJ plays as the new married couple are doing their first dance. Say authorities get a hold of it. Say the couple posts it online so their friends and family across the country can see their first dance. Say it's Beyonce's "Halo." Say my watermark is on it. All of this is common practice today. I didn't even actively put a copy of "Halo" onto the timeline -- just recorded what happened at the wedding, like videographers have been doing for over twenty five years.

You know, something like this.

The record companies could send both my couple and myself to prison for five years for doing that.

I think very few of us are willing to take the risk of hanging out in a federal penitentiary for five years because we wanted to make less than minimum wage taping weddings. Because my customers are pretty much done with disc-based media. They want computer files, flash drives, streaming. Can you imagine the wedding video of the future, with no sound at all -- whatsoever? Because the girls getting ready are singing along to their favorite songs on their iPod? Because I can't chance it that I might do time because they are singing?

Just think about that.
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Ok. We all know that online piracy is a problem, that it has limited independent growth and killed innovation in Hollywood. Something honestly does need to be done.

But SOPA and PROTECT IP are not the right things to do.

But unless you want your blog to be taken down for posting stuff like cat videos with copyrighted music playing in the background and your own self arrested for a felony (yes, for cat videos, seriously, READ THE BILL), watch this video and then CALL YOUR SENATORS AND REPRESENTATIVES right away. Write an e-mail AND CALL THEM, because calling "counts more" in the grand scheme of things. We have to stop this bill now or the government and entertainment industry will be able to censor whatever the hell they want. Basically. Because the bill is written badly.

Please, please, please tell your f-lists about this and ask them to call their congresspeople as well. This is very, very, very serious and the first step towards a true police state. It limits free expression, and what's worse, pretty much eliminates due process, giving sole power to block, cancel and eliminate websites to the government without recourse for the website owner.

Call now. These bills -- PROTECT IP and the Stop Online Piracy Act -- are on the fast track and will be passed very soon. The more voices speak up against it, the more chance we have to keep the Internet the free and expressive place it has always been. These bills will not punish the real pirates; they will punish YOU and ME.

For putting up cat videos and forgetting to turn off the radio. You ready to go to jail for that?



Oct. 21st, 2011 05:16 pm
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I am dropping out of [ profile] therealljidol. Yeah, I seriously thought I'd actually have time to do something like that. Not gonna happen, especially if I have so much else to do that I can't get entry #1 done in the time allotted.

Back to the edit cave!
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I'm going to participate in [ profile] therealljidol this year.

I'll probably have to drop out, but you know. I'll give it a try.
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There are stories that go along with these two book trailers that went up online today -- so many awesome stories I would like to tell! -- but they will have to wait until a time in the future when I'm not prepping for two video shoots, an article for FLC's ROP, and music for four conference liturgies at once. I'm so tired. But also very proud and happy of the work we have done on these.

First, we made a book trailer for my awesome friend Rachael, whose novel was supposed to come out in June. You can tell the strength of this story right from the get-go; after reading the script for the trailer, I didn't need to know any more. I was hooked on Elaria, I was hooked on her world, and I was hooked on reading the book. Now if Drollerie would only publish it already so I can get my hands on a copy!

Secondly, we have a book trailer for the wonderful [info]sartorias, whose Wren to the Rescue was part of the reason I got out of seventh grade alive (I know a book trailer's a bit of a wacky sort of thank-you card, but there you go). I had a lot of help on this, and the enthusiasm of the cast was incredible through two very hot shoots and difficult days. Everyone really gave it their all -- which was amazing considering that none of the people in the trailer are trained actors! Although Orlando is kind of a wacky place sometimes, it's a place I share with some crazy, wonderful, amazing people, and that's both an honor and a blessing.

Both trailers feature lovely VFX and end titles by [info]imthelobster. And OWLs -- I know a lot of you are asking where Arthur is, to which I can only say: "It's still in the hopper! Muahahahahahahahaaaaa."

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