I Wish...
...I could tell you about all the cool fiction writing I did tonight, but I can't, mainly because I didn't do any.
I did do a couple of other things. FOr one, I finished and polished this month's Storytellers Unplugged Essay, which is going up shortly. To put it bluntly, it now seems as if there are more people trying to give serious writing advice on the internet than there are actual writers out there,which means that if I try to be deeply serious and useful, based on my somewhat unusual writing career path, I'm likely to come up with something that's either been done to death before in one of the nine million other writing how-to blogs, or I'm going to come up with something that will be incredibly useful only to people who started their writing career by doing academic papers, graduating then to roleplaying games, humorous essays, fiction and video games, with a side of book reviews, some of which were written under a pen name which strongly indicated that the author was a seal.
I'm guessing there aren't too many of those out there.
Which is why this month I just said "the heck with it" and wrote about a couple of things I see in speculative fiction writing that annoy the living hell out of me. Back cover text that reads like someone went face-first into a Scrabble box? You're on notice. You too, science fiction that hasn't figured out how cell phones work.
I also watched the second episode of Game of Thrones with Melinda, who's taking off for an extended weekend with family tomorrow. GoT is the reason we signed up for HBO, and I've also been pinged about doing episode reviews for a website. In many ways, I'm probably the best possible case for a reviewer for the series, as I've got solid nerd cred but haven't read the books. Why not, you ask? Because I had no intention of getting hooked on a series, then being forced to wait N years until the next installment came out. Which, you have to admit, has worked out pretty well for me. But I digress.
Short summary of GoT so far, incidentally: tall skinny blonde people are often evil perverts. Redheads are noble pragmatists. And brunettes can't control their sensual appetites. The guys with the glowing blue eyes? I've got nothing.
And I made sorbet. Blackberry-lemon, to be precise. It came out a little sweet - I went a little strong on the sugar - but with a very good consistency. The blackberry mostly overpowered the lemon, but there was enough of the citrus tang left in it to keep things interesting. And I guessed the quantities right - the whole kit and kaboodle fit perfectly in one large yogurt container. Yay me, yay freezer space.
Fiction? Tomorrow. Definitely.
In the meantime, anyone want some sorbet?
I did do a couple of other things. FOr one, I finished and polished this month's Storytellers Unplugged Essay, which is going up shortly. To put it bluntly, it now seems as if there are more people trying to give serious writing advice on the internet than there are actual writers out there,which means that if I try to be deeply serious and useful, based on my somewhat unusual writing career path, I'm likely to come up with something that's either been done to death before in one of the nine million other writing how-to blogs, or I'm going to come up with something that will be incredibly useful only to people who started their writing career by doing academic papers, graduating then to roleplaying games, humorous essays, fiction and video games, with a side of book reviews, some of which were written under a pen name which strongly indicated that the author was a seal.
I'm guessing there aren't too many of those out there.
Which is why this month I just said "the heck with it" and wrote about a couple of things I see in speculative fiction writing that annoy the living hell out of me. Back cover text that reads like someone went face-first into a Scrabble box? You're on notice. You too, science fiction that hasn't figured out how cell phones work.
I also watched the second episode of Game of Thrones with Melinda, who's taking off for an extended weekend with family tomorrow. GoT is the reason we signed up for HBO, and I've also been pinged about doing episode reviews for a website. In many ways, I'm probably the best possible case for a reviewer for the series, as I've got solid nerd cred but haven't read the books. Why not, you ask? Because I had no intention of getting hooked on a series, then being forced to wait N years until the next installment came out. Which, you have to admit, has worked out pretty well for me. But I digress.
Short summary of GoT so far, incidentally: tall skinny blonde people are often evil perverts. Redheads are noble pragmatists. And brunettes can't control their sensual appetites. The guys with the glowing blue eyes? I've got nothing.
And I made sorbet. Blackberry-lemon, to be precise. It came out a little sweet - I went a little strong on the sugar - but with a very good consistency. The blackberry mostly overpowered the lemon, but there was enough of the citrus tang left in it to keep things interesting. And I guessed the quantities right - the whole kit and kaboodle fit perfectly in one large yogurt container. Yay me, yay freezer space.
Fiction? Tomorrow. Definitely.
In the meantime, anyone want some sorbet?
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