Monday, September 14, 2009

Upcoming Appearence

Up coming appearance:  SciFest 2009 at the St. Louis Science Center.  October 10th, 8 - 10 PM in the Exploradome.  Tickets are $10.00 and can be purchased in advance at www.scifeststl.org.

Just so no one will complain that they didn’t know in time to get tickets. Here’s the information again. So, you have now been warned. Come hear me talk, and you can ask questions in person. Bear in mind that this will be one of the very few public appearances this year. I’ll be talking about the research I did for SKIN TRADE, and other books. You get me for an hour, and if you have kids and can persuade someone to stay with them while you enjoy the Q & A there is a science fiction film festival from 6:00 until 9:00 and it will be MSTied by real scientists. If you want to know if that could really happen, now you’ll have scientists to explain how likely it is to be reality, or how far out from reality it is. You have to have someone to stay behind with the younger kids, because this is a fun event, not a babysitting service. Older children, if you are assured they are old enough can be at the movies alone. You know your kids better than anyone, do you trust them alone, if so, act accordingly. If not, send a chaperone.

So, if you can get that chaperone/babysitter you can give them movies with real scientists, and you get an hour, or more, without the kids, with me. Why does it say 8-10 which is two hours for my talk? Because they’ve kindly given us enough time for me to natter on about research, and then for you to ask your questions. Remember reading that book of mine and wondering what the heck I meant by that, well now you can ask. Though, most likely, the answer will be, "It seemed like a good idea at the time."

I’ve been told that 400 people is the goal, but if you guys lose your heads and we end up with a hundred more people, making 500 of you guys, they will be able to put a 100 more chairs in just for you. It is an absolute maximum of 500 or the fire marshal gets mad at us, so if you want tickets buy early. We may not sale out, but if we do I don’t want people complaining later that they didn’t know. Sometimes I don’t know ahead of time how many people and what the max at an event is, and I, and you guys have been caught off guard when the limit is reached, but this time I do and I’m passing the information on so you will know as much as I do.

Anyway, come play at our wonderful Science Center here in St. Louis. See you there.

Posted by LKH on 09/14 at 09:20 PM

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Sunday, September 13, 2009

Josh Olson is not a Bastard…

Josh Olson wrote an article for the village voice where he was rude. I would never, ever, ever, tell anyone that I will not read their fucking script, book, short story, or whatever. I just don’t have it in me to be that rude. But having said that, if you read the whole article I have to agree with his point. The point is that most of the people don’t actually want you to criticize them. They want to be patted on the head and told they are wonderful.

Here’s the fantasy: Unpublished writer goes up to successful, professional writer asks for them to read their work. Writer reads it, thinks its the most wonderful thing since sliced bread, sends story/book/screenplay to their agent with new writer’s permission. The agent loves it, too. Agent takes on new writer as client, and this first time effort sales for big bucks and the new writer is on his, or her, way to stardom. That’s the fantasy.

Here’s the reality. The newbie says they want your opinion, but Olson is right. Most want a pat on the head, they want the fantasy. I used to try and give opinions to people, but a few hostile reactions and I completely refuse to give on the spot reads or opinions. They seldom want your honest opinion and they never, ever want you to tell them it’s terrible after only a few sentences. They will then tell you, "But it gets better."

If it gets better, then put the better at the beginning of the story, because an editor, or a agent in New York is not going to read past the bad to get to the better. That is the truth of the business that I’ve made a living in for over twenty years. Your words must speak for themselves, because you will not be in the office in New York, or L.A. explaining what you meant, or how it’s actually a metaphor for something else, your writing must stand, or fall, on its own merit. Does that seem harsh? Maybe, but it’s the truth.

I have had new writers hand me entire stories ten to thirty pages long. They want me to read it. I take it and say I will, then they say, "Now, I want you to read it now."

I’m serious here. They look at me with the big doe eyes, or worse the big hostile eyes, and demand that not only do I give my opinion but that I must read the story in front of them and give them my opinion right then and there. That is a lot of pressure to be under. I did it once, and it was a terrible story. I knew that from the beginning, but she urged me that "it gets better". I read it all the way through. It did not get better. I had to find something positive to say to this woman. It was a terribly awkward moment. This was very early on in my career, and since that moment even if I did take the story in hand, if they then said, "No, read it now." I handed it back to them and politely refused. I had one man, big guy, (why is it never small, fragile people that get pissed at you) get angry at me, because I would not drop everything I was doing at a convention where I was a guest and read his 30 page novelette which was part of his epic novel.

I will no longer let anyone hand me, or my people any unpublished piece of work. Anything sent to us will be returned unread or be shredded if there is no SASE. Why? Because there are still newbies out there that think their idea is so good that no one else could possibly come up with it, and my agent, and me, both think the risk is too great. You can thank every lawsuit ever brought against a professional writer for that little bit of caution. It used to break my heart to refuse to read people’s stuff, but one day it occurred to me that outside of a writers workshop, or class, where I’m paying for the privilege of having a writer read and give an opinion on my stuff I’d never, ever asked a selling writer to read my stuff.

I had written, rewritten, and sent out stories to editors that could buy them. I had collected rejection slips. Let me say that if one editor says something, ignore it. But if two editors have the same criticism make a note. If three editors all say the same thing, then take the criticism to heart and fix your story.

And also, may I add what if my opinion was harsh, but true to my way of thinking, and it crushed some new writer? It’s just my opinion and not every story is my cup of tea, and there are certainly some stuff being published that if I were an editor I would have rejected, but these writers are making a nice living off of stuff that makes me cringe within a paragraph. So what if I’m wrong, and there is a great market for what you write, but I personally hate it? Nope, not doing it. Take your fate and find someone else to bop it on the head.

Also, I get more books and stories to read from editors, publishers, my agent, clients of hers, friends of friends, people I actually know, to read than I will ever have time to read. And wait, I’m supposed to be writing my own books. I average 55 hours a week just at my desk, folks. I also have a husband and a child I like to see occassionally. I have friends, some of which I have not seen in person in months. I’m beginning to feel like the Ghost of Christmas. They remember me, but haven’t seen me in awhile.

I’m also trying to find ways to actually relax and destress so I can come back refreshed to my desk. Because if I don’t find ways to fill up the creative tank my muse is going to go on permanent strike and I may just runaway with her.  I will be back to work on actual book pages when I finish this blog. My deadline is so close I can feel its hot breath on my neck.

But I had to say, that though I don’t agree with the language used in the Olson article, I do not disagree with him. I, too, have had the agony of doing a criticism that I typed out, and rewrote, only to find that the new writer far from valuing my time, attention, and experience, hated me for it, because all they wanted was a pat on the head and a great job. If that’s all you want let your mom read it, she’ll probably give you exactly what you want. But if you want honesty, start sending out the story. Start collecting rejections slips and while that story is in the mail start on the next story. It helps the anxiety if you know your literary work is not an only child.

If you only have one novel in you, and it’s a great novel, good for you, (I love To Kill A Mockingbird) but I will be of little help to you because I am not that kind of writer. I’m a series writer and always have been. I don’t think I’ve ever had a stand alone book idea in my life.

It’s still hard for me to say, no, to people who ask me to read their stuff, but I still do it. I pay my agent good money to advise me, and she says, "say no", so I say no. And don’t tell me your ideas either, that’s just as big a no-no. Why? Because most of you want to tell me about an idea that is so close to my own world, or in fact, an idea I already am working on, that I can’t risk the whole "I talked to her and told her, and she stole it" crap. Guys, if I live to be 200 I have more ideas than I will ever be able to use, and more come to me every day. I am blessed as a writer, some struggle for ideas. I’ve never been one of them. I’m not saying it doesn’t happen, that some unscrupulous big time writer has never stolen from a nebie. But if you believe that’s a possibility then don’t tell the other writer your idea. Just as a precaution, don’t tell it.

I also stopped letting people tell me ideas when I realized that some of the newbies were ripping off my world, my plot and my voice and trying to preach it back to me as something new with very little changed. A friend of mine who is a publisher had a newbie pitch him a book. It involved a vampire hunter who was in a love triangle with a vampire and a werewolf. The publisher said, "That’s Laurell K. Hamilton’s series."

"No, it’s not," the newbie said, "the vampire hunter is male and the werewolf and vampire are female. It’s completely different."

He, apparently, hadn’t even bothered to change the plot just the sex of the main characters.

Now imagine me getting that pitched to my face. What the hell would I say? Nothing kind comes to mind, so in the interest of peace and goodwill to all, don’t pitch me your ideas.

So if there are writers out there that have the time, the patience, and an agent that doesn’t think its a terrible idea, then let them read your stuff. Pitch them your ideas. Knock yourselves out. But I can’t be that writer. Good luck out there, and before everyone calls Olson a bastard, remember these two true stories about newbies wanting professionals to look at their scripts.

One woman was in stirrups at her gynecologist when the doctor handed her his script that he’d been working on for years. I wouldn’t even know what to say to an approach like that. I know I’d be finding a new gynecologist. I know I wouldn’t be feeling very friendly towards the script, or the writer in that moment.

The script writer in the bathroom stall, actually trying to go to the bathroom only to have a script shoved under the door at them. Yep, true, honest.

Sometimes you are born a bastard, but sometimes you get forced to act like one to protect your time, and privacy. I try to be nice, always, but as my grandmother used to say, "Some people won’t take nice treatmeant."

I’ve actually built on that saying, and added a touch of my own. "Some people won’t take nice treatment, but if they won’t let you be nice, there are alternatives."

So everyone play nice, but remember nice cuts both ways. You can’t expect the professional writer to be nice, if you aren’t being nice to begin with.

 

Posted by LKH on 09/13 at 01:21 PM

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Saturday, September 12, 2009

There is no Humor in Heaven

Carri, my assistant, that had the car accident about a month ago, remember her? Well, her wife, Pili, broke her thumb, badly, last night. We met them for lunch, and they were both tired. Pili was both sick to her stomach from the painkillers, and still in pain. It seems like if the meds make you ill they should at least take all the pain away, too.

We hugged them good-bye, and then proceeded to discover we were locked in the parking garage. Yep, couldn’t get out. It would take us re-parking going into the hospital attached to the other side of the garage and calling security to ask for help to be told that we needed only to put in five dollars in the machine-thingie and we would be free.

Problem we had no cash on us. Security told us there was an ATM in the hospital. Great, unlock the doors we are trapped on the other side of and we’ll come inside and use the ATM, get our money, and be free. Nope.

We were at a doctor’s entrance, and without a keycard no opening the door. Perfect. So another trip in the elevator, a little more wandering around, and we finally headed outside and towards the main hospital building. Two lanes of very busy street with a pedestrian crossing light that was broken, and we were finally in the main lobby of the hospital. Or were we?

No, as it turned out. We were not in the main lobby, though it looked pretty lobbyish and main to us, but it wasn’t the lobby we were looking for. We called security yet again, because there were no employees of any kind with in sight to ask a question of. Again, perfect. Security says, "There should be one down there, too." "Where?" Jon asks. They didn’t know, just somewhere.

I finally spotted a small sign at the faaaarrrrr end of this huge open space. I motioned to Jon, he said good-bye to the unhelpful help, and we trekked towards the sign. By this time I was expecting it to be out of order, or vanished, but it wasn’t. It worked, we got our money, except that the smallest denomination the machine gave was a ten. The machine/thingie in the parking garage does not give change. We needed five dollars, just five dollars. I remembered a Bread Co. on the way to the hospital, so we back-tracked. Jon bought a lemonade, got change, and we had one five dollar bill.

We walked back to the parking garage, threaded our way back the way we had come to find our car was still there, waiting for us to figure this all out. And, of course, the machine/thingie didn’t like the only five dollar bill we had. It kept spitting it out, several more frustrating minutes later it finally swallowed our money and raised the gate.

I said, "Drive quick, before it changes its mind." He drove quick.

We are home. We are safe. Pili will see an orthopedist on Monday, because no one will work on a weekend. Who can blame them?

I wrote this blog several times, and rewrote it, and rewrote it, and changed it completely and . . . I’ll leave you with a quote.

The secret source of Humor itself is not joy but sorrow. There is no humor in heaven.

Mark Twain


- Following the Equator

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Wednesday, September 09, 2009

The Dog Ate my Sex Scene

I’ve finally realized that it’s not Merry that’s having the problem; it’s me. I don’t think it would matter if it was an Anita book, it’s just everything seems to be conspiring to make this novel a real chore. For example, today was a sex scene, or supposed to be, but it didn’t get done. Why?

I blame the dog. Sasquatch, our pug, as most of you know lost a fight with our boxer mix, Pippin. He has a new home with a nice foster family, but Sasquatch is the worse for wear. He lost an eye and had several facial piercing’s that had nothing to do with jewelry and everything to do with fangs. That happened only a little over two weeks ago. Sasquatch got the sutures out only last Sunday. Unfortunately, he got a second infection in his "eye" and we’re back to having to express stuff from it. The stuff has the consistency of Campbell’s Tomato soup which I may never be able to eat again. Even strawberry yogurt is not looking too good right now. But it’s not like Sas is enjoying himself either. So today while I tried to write a sex scene I had to periodically express goop from Sas’ eye, or clean off goop from his eye. Then he decided to poo in my nice, big leather chair. Admittedly, it wasn’t much and he let me know that he really, really, really had to go outside so he could finish, but still . . . None of this helped me stay in the mood for a sex scene. In fact, I would say that Sasquatch single-pawedly killed any desire I had to do the scene.

I tried, God knows I tried, but in the end I just couldn’t stay in the mood. Sex scenes are like real sex in that you need to be in the right frame of mind, but unlike real sex there’s no other person to help remind you why you want to do it. There’s just paper and words and the computer. On day’s like this that just isn’t enough. And, please do not suggest that Jon could help get me in the mood. He can certainly distract me and make me think of sex with him, to the point where we have sex, but sex with Jon though great doesn’t get the scene written either. And honestly, with Sasquatch wandering about needing medical care it was sort of a mood killer all the way around. Soon he will go in his crate and we will go up stairs and maybe I will feel a little better, but that will be with the help of a real live husband. My fictional men, though amazing, could not compete with my injured puppy. He won. I lost. The book ground to a halt.

If he’s still that pitiful tomorrow then I’m skipping the sex scene and doing the next scene which is about violence. Violence I can do with the pitiful puppy.

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Monday, September 07, 2009

Laboring on Labor Day

Things I’m having to do to make sure I hit this deadline:

Didn’t go to Dragon Con or take labor day weekend off in any way. No time.

Gave up webcomics for the duration. Why? Instead of treating them reading your morning funnies and putting a smile on my face to get me to the office, I was using them to procrastinate. I’d read the current then think of an older cartoon that I just wanted to revisit. I’d search for more webcomics just to see what was out there. I was soooo using it as a way to procrastinate. When I realized that I tried behaving like normal, just reading then going to work, but found I had to cut myself off cold turkey. So no Devil’s Panties, Schlock Mercenary, Sluggy Freelance, or any of my other funnies until DIVINE MISDEMEANORS is done. *sad* And puzzled.

Have started to work evenings again. Yesterday I think I stopped at 10 PM. I was happy with the day’s output, but it’s left me not very eager to hit the desk this morning. I knew that would happen, but I’m also learning that with this book in particular if the muse is hot that I need to ride with her until she’s not, because I can’t count that the heat will be there tomorrow. Ironically, I think part of the problem with my muse and me is that she’s not getting what she needs to feel good. All right, I’m not getting my tank refilled enough to make my muse and me happy. It’s just been a conspiracy of things lately that keep draining my energy and enthusiasm, then I’ll do something to fill the tank back up, or try, and something else will come along and suck all that goodness right back up for some kind of drama llama crap. (drama llama is when the drama could be avoided if people, and animals, would work their issues.) Let me quote one of my favorite sayings, "If you do not work your issues, your issues will work you."

Hitting the gym and exercise even harder. I used to give up exercise when I had such deadlines and that is one of the reasons that I had to lose fifty pounds a few years back. Yep, you read that right. Exercise helps keep the stress more manageable. Yay! The weight room is my friend. Now if only my ankle would heal even faster so I could do more cardio. But hey, I was going to a physical therapist only about a month ago, so I’m doing good, just a little frustrated.

And yes, thanks for those who have suggested that sex is a good destresser. I’m aware of that, actually. Jon and I are both aware of that, thanks. So, no more reminders, okay? Trust me we’ve got it covered.

Oh, and blogging, and Twitter. I have discovered that I have used them both a time or two to procrastinate. Twitter is good because it lets me do something while the book in percolating in my head, but blogging takes longer, and in fact, I’m procrastinating right this second. After working a 14 hour day yesterday I’m strangely not eager to get to my desk and write. Hmm. Wonder why that would be? *sarcasm, who me* So in the interest of not delaying myself anymore I will end this blog, post it, and eat breakfast so I can spend labor day doing what I thought as a small child you did on such a day; labor.

 

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Saturday, September 05, 2009

Why I’m Lifting Weights

I tweeted that I did 50 pounds for my bicep curls at the gym last night. 50 pounds with 12 reps each 2 X 12. My first set was at my old weight 40 pounds, but it was too easy. If it’s too easy you up your weights, or your reps, I prefer upping the weights. It forces me to keep my form in the exercise honest, no cheating. Good form helps prevent injuries, and I’m all about no more of those. But I did want to clarify that I did the smaller movement bicep curls. It was the curl I was shown first by someone who had done lifting as a semi-pro years back. While down visiting friends last weekend I was shown the more complete movement for bicep curls which uses more and some different muscles. On that type I could not do the 40 I was doing at the gym then, not and get three sets of twelve, 3 X 12. I’m aiming for lower reps and higher weights. Right now I’m experimenting with 8 to 10 reps per exercise. It’s also to get us in and out of the gym faster since my schedule continues to be rather, um, hectic. (Calling my schedule hectic just feels too understatement like calling Dolly Parton well-endowed. The term just doesn’t cover the reality.)

It’s been interesting that some of you have written in to caution me that higher weights and lower reps will make me bulk up. That is actually the plan. My family’s women have a terrible medical history of osteoporosis and one of the few things that all the doctors agree on is that weight lifting will help prevent the worst of that. After watching my grandmother end her life nearly eight inches shorter than she started, and she didn’t have that much height to spare since she began life at 4’ 11". She was also in tremendous pain with it for many years. It got me thinking I’ll hit the gym.

Also, doctors tell me that if I’d had more muscle around my joints I probably wouldn’t have injured my arm. I now have permanent tendinitis, yes tennis elbow, from signing my own signature too much and too fast. (Who knew that writing was a sport?) That is one reason I have to limit what I sign at events. Doctor says if I reinjure it again, I may end up with surgery, no thanks. My leg doctor says that if I had had more muscle to support my ankle that I might not have the injury to that either. I just got off of physical therapy about a month ago for the ankle. Still not well, and it’s preventing me from doing any serious cardio which is frustrating. Ten minutes on a treadmill and the pain lets me know I have to stop. I can walk outside much longer if I have either an ankle brace or the right boots to hold everything in place.

Let’s see, two serious injuries, both might have been prevented if I’d had more muscle to support my body. I decided that Deity could stop hinting now, I’ll go to the gym, I’ll lift weights, just please don’t hurt me anymore.

Interestingly my doctor loved the New Rock boots and thought they were great for my injury. High heels actually feel better if the heel is wide, no stilettos for awhile. Once you’re in heels you just have to put on slightly dressier clothes, or I do, so I’ve never looked better on a daily basis in my life. I’m finally embracing this whole girl thing. Ironically, as I enjoy dresses and skirts and heels more than ever before in my life, I am working on putting on the most muscle I’ve had since college. Both are for health reasons, not fashion, but when you can look good and be obeying doctor’s orders it’s all good.

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Thursday, September 03, 2009

My Day so Far

My day so far:

Last of comic coloring tweaked and off. Everything done on next issue.

Ten pages on Merry book, DIVINE MISDEMEANORS in morning session.

Eleven pages on rewrite of Anita novella, FLIRT in afternoon session.

Twitters.

Questions answered.

E-mails answered.

Books and comics and book plates signed. Clue for getting your signatures sooner. First, don’t send more than three things. Three is the limit unless foreign then five items. The new lower limit you can thank people who abused the privilege by sending hundreds of book plates at a time for me to sign, or the person who sent in a box of books that was almost as long as I am tall. Guys, come on. I’m glad you love the books and you want my signature, but if I signed that many for everyone I wouldn’t have time to actually write new books. And I’ve also noticed that the people who send in 500 comics to be signed, yes you read that right 500 comics, are usually the fans who complain the most that I’m slow at signing. They are the ones most likely to berate my personal assistant, Carri, over e-mail, or when she made the mistake of forgetting that her phone number was at the bottom of her business e-mail calling her on the phone to yell at her about it. She has since changed her phone number to avoid such things and taken it off the business e-mail, because people have abused her, and the privledge.

Guys, be nice. How hard a concept is that?

Date night so I’m getting off here and throwing myself into my husband’s arms, and wearing this day away with something slow, and gentle. Some nights it’s more about being held and touched then going for the gold. Because I’ve been pursuing goals all day at work I want date night to be about wandering slowly towards that goal, not racing frantically. I’ve rewritten the last two sentences five times now. So I’m stopping now. Done for the day.

 

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