December 1st, 2008


[links] Link salad for a new workweek

Holiday weekend reacharound, for those of you who weren’t online much:

Here at this blog, we read Herman Melville so you don’t have to. [ | LiveJournal ]

A writerly career meme: [ | LiveJournal ]

More wit and wisdom of the_child: [ | LiveJournal ]

Wisdom of Fred: [ | LiveJournal ]

Plus the usual assorted bill of fare:

Lego safe — Um… (Thanks to willyumtx.)

Next Year In Birobidzhan? Stalin’s Siberian ZionStrange Maps with a very odd bit of Jewish history.

Climate change juggernaut on the horizon, UN talks told — More liberal balderdash from the world scientific community and the pinko climate itself. Thank God we have the Republican party and its talk radio surrogates to keep us politically insulated from the inconvenience of reality.

A Handpicked Team for a Foreign Policy ShiftThe New York Times on Obama’s foreign policy and national security team. …the United States has more members of military marching bands than foreign service officers. Because that’s what the War on Terror demands! The GOP, keeping you safer with clarinets.

The GOP’s McCarthy geneThink Goldwater is the father of conservatism? Think again. A fairly cogent explanation of the profound cognitive dissonance between the GOP’s idealistic self-image and the party’s vicious behaviors. (Hat tip to Talking Points Memo.)

Juan Cole on Pakistani Reaganism — A very illuminating precis on the history of radical Islam in South Asia, and how much the current issues with the Taliban owe their roots to Reagan’s anti-Communist policies. Not news to most reality-based readers, but very well-explained. (Facts not valid for FOX News viewers.)

?otD: Who let the dogs out?

Body movement: 30 minutes on stationary bike
This morning’s weigh-in: 221.4
Currently reading: The Confidence-Man: His Masquerade by Herman Melville

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[process] The writer brain on the march

My to-do list of late has been somewhat insane. Two sets of galleys, the Sekrit Projekt novelette, the Sunspin synopsis, a pair of collaborative novel synopses completely outside sf/f, several articles, some editorial reading for friends, some blurb reading, and of course, Herman Melville. This doesn’t even account for the novella I owe Real Soon Now, plus some short stuff I want to write, plus another collaborative decadent fantasy effort to which I am committed but not yet empowered to discuss in broad daylight. Early spring will bring Tourbillon revisions, possibly one or another of the collaborative efforts, then bleed into the process of drafting Sunspin. (Plus, erm, Real Life, including a trip to China.)

Meanwhile, it’s been just under a month since I finished the first draft of Tourbillon, and yes, I have been resting. Which is to say, not drafting new fiction. Until this past weekend.

Apparently Fred really wanted to write, because I banged out an 11,600 word space opera novelette on Friday and Saturday, with two revision rounds on Sunday. A few details here: [ | LiveJournal ]. By rights this ought to go into a drawer for a month or three, but deadlines forfend.

And as mentioned yesterday [ | LiveJournal ], this sucker ties directly into Sunspin. Which I now must set aside yet again to work on Green.

Still, the writer brain will out, and march where it would on lettered feet. I never fail to surprise myself.

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[personal] …and a wee bit o’ miscellaneous updatery

One more squib before I launch into my work day. This weekend, the_child decided my house wasn’t writerly enough. To effect the change she believes in, my daughter rearranged my living room and created an attractive and functional promotional display so that visitors to the house are greeted with an overview of my work as a writer. Photographs later, when time permits. She did a lovely job, and even set out some of my business cards. Kid’s a natural born publicist, I tell you.

In other news, I’ll be out for a minor medical procedure later this morning. Recovery time is expected to be nil — this is something I can drive myself home from — but if I’m feeling unexpectedly wonky this afternoon, there may be less blogging than my hypergraphic norm.

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