Lilith Saintcrow's Blog, page 234
April 1, 2009
Offline For Good Reason
Of all the days to spend mostly offline, I figure April Fools is the best. Besides, I have serious wordcount to achieve. I want to break myself today.
Be careful with each other out there.
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March 31, 2009
From Valdemar to Run Lola Run
Woke up this morning with an old filk song, Kerowyn’s Ride, in my head. I was a diehard Mercedes Lackey fan for a long time, and one of the joys of having a daughter was introducing her to the Heralds of Valdemar series (the initial trilogy) and the Vanyel books. I did sometimes want to be a Herald-Mage when I was younger. And Jill Kismet owes a great debt to Diana Tregarde.
Work continues apace today. Last night while driving to the post office I was listening to KNRK’s People’s Choice countdown
March 30, 2009
Quiet Monday
It is a known principle of cats that they need to be in the middle of anything you’re doing on the floor (or the table if you do not ruthlessly train them to stay off). The Princess and the UnSullen are realizing this as they play poker in the living room. (Someone bought a “marked deck” from the dollar store.) Our tuxedo cat is helping as much as he can between being picked up and put elsewhere. This amuses me greatly, the banter and abuse thrown at each other amuses me as well. The Little Prin
March 27, 2009
Kill Your Darlings–Send In The Man With The Gun
This is a reprint from an advice column first posted on May 4, 2007 at the now-defunct Midnight Hour. I’m suffering a bout of stomach cramps and had a semi-emergency this morning, so…a reprint it is for our Friday advice. Besides, I love this piece. Enjoy.
No, I haven’t finally gone off the deep end, despite this being the week from hell. These are bits of advice every writer is given–or should be given, in my ever-humble opinion. These two things will move a story along when all hope seems lost.
More Urban Night
I finally went out shooting (photos, don’t get excited) again last night. The result was a new addition to the Urban Night set. You can see it here, slideshow here. Mostly I just shoot what catches my eye; I like gas meters, industrial stuff, and dusk and night shooting.
I got the particular digital camera I have because I like wandering around at night and taking pictures. So, a lot of these are very neon and a little hard-edged. I need to make it a priority to get out shooting more, I enjoy it
March 26, 2009
Here In Heaven, We Wait
As a reward for finishing Flesh Circus revisions last night I allowed myself the first story in the new Peter Beagle anthology this morning. It made me cry over my orange juice and English muffin. I swear, Beagle is one of maybe a handful of authors who can make me cry because a story is so right and so perfectly, beautifully constructed. (Others include Tanith Lee, Sarah Dessen, and Robin McKinley.)
Also, the Jehovah’s Witnesses came to the door this morning. Two men, one older one younger, both
March 24, 2009
On Cookbooks
A short run today–I’ve worked up to running five days a week, but two of those days are going to be short 20-min sessions (not counting warmup and cooldown). I was considering leaving the house today, but after yesterday’s cook-a-thon (we had MakeMe and her boyfriend over for dinner) I’m kind of nixing the notion. Besides, I need to get revisions out of the way so I can write, both on contracted stuff and on the New Shiny Project. After a long bout with revisions, all I can think of is creating
March 23, 2009
No More Pretty Princess
Tragedy. The ball to my Marilyn piercing fell off somewhere during the night and I can’t find it. Despite tightening it every day I’ve lost it, and I had to take the post out. *sigh* Which means it will close up, since I can’t get down to pick up another ball until, jeez, sometime this weekend? If I’m lucky?
It’s awful; I no longer feel like a pretty pretty princess. Still, a piece of metal on my face isn’t THAT important. Mostly I just loved how it looked and how it made me feel.
I still have my
March 20, 2009
Guilty (Reading) Pleasures
Cross-posted from Deadline Dames, where there are reader contests and giveaways. Go take a look!
Guys, I’m sorry. My brain is a big smooth billiard ball inside my noggin. I’m pooped. A big in-depth post about writing today? Forget it. Instead, I’m going to give you a Bulleted List. Because a List is what I do when I’m too tired to tango, you know.
Five Guilty (Book) Pleasures
You read that right. Five books I love, that I feel a little bit guilty when I read. Maybe because they’re pulpy, maybe beca
March 18, 2009
From Spilled Lemonade To Revisions
Welcome to my random:
* It is very, very hard to sit still when one hears, “Oh, no…Get a towel!” It is even harder to sit still and listen to the kids cleaning up a mess they’ve made and hoping I haven’t heard. So much of parenting is keeping a straight face. I am fairly sure it’s just spilled lemonade on a pair of pants. Nothing that requires my immediate attention.
* I love Cleolinda’s Secret Life Of Dolls posts, and today’s SLOD just about made me crack a rib laughing. I needed that.
* Ah, yes.
