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ISBW #291 – Rapid Fire – I’m back!
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My hiatus is done, and I’m back. I haven’t forgotten about you, promise!
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My hiatus is done, and I’m back. I haven’t forgotten about you, promise!
I know in your world, my “next book” is The Shambling Guide to New York City. (io9 calls it one of the “astounding summer books not to miss” – and you can preorder it now! – not that I’m squeeing like crazy or anything.) But in my world, I’ve been soaking in the Palmolive of New Orleans and Zoe’s next adventure. I just finished The Ghost Train to New Orleans, the second book in The Shambling Guides.

Sequels are hard. There are so many things that can go wrong:
All of that said, I’m pretty happy with the book, except when a rush of overwhelming fear comes over me and I think it’s absolute crap. But I’m pretty sure I am experiencing a very common feeling*** to being done with a book, so I just tell myself it’s natural and have another cookie.
** I admit that yesterday I wrote a scene that made me laugh out loud, which I figure was a good sign, but still, for someone like me, I suppose any early review of book 1 can paralyze your work on book 2. If someone says something bad, then OH SHIT I AM A SHIT WRITER WORTH SHIT I MAY AS WELL QUIT AND SAY SHIT AGAIN. SHIT. If someone says something good, then OH SHIT I HAVE TO DO IT EVEN BETTER THE SECOND TIME. PRESSURE! PRESSURE! You can’t win. And by you I mean me. Perhaps this has something to do with my own psyche. Huh.
*** I just spent 20 min searching Neil Gaiman’s blog for something he wrote about feeling like his books are shit every time he gets about halfway through them, but the guy has such a huge blog and I can’t remember the appropriate keywords, so I’m at a loss. If your Google-fu is better than mine, knock yourself out.
Over at Book Chick City, they are doing a UK Only giveaway of Orbit Books! Check it out!
And via Goodreads, the US and Canada get their chance for a free book! – 30 copies available, good for 2 more weeks!
I’m going to take today off.

Now, I suppose from your point of view, since I’ve been mostly on a blog and podcast hiatus, I’ve already been taking days off, but I’ve been working hard to finish The Ghost Train to New Orleans and then edit it. (see yesterday’s podcast for more on editing)
But I’ve been writing thousands of words a day, or rewriting, and I’ve been burning myself out. And the writing doesn’t stop; This month, I have two novellas to write, a project to finish, and marketing for The Shambling Guide to New York City (insert preorder reminder/plea/beg here.) Also podcasting again. Remember podcasting?
I’m struggling with this day off. First, I can’t take the day 100% off, since today will be my 150th day writing in a row, per the Magic Spreadsheet. Second, I have a lot to do to get ready for the next things on my list. Lots of guest blog posts this month! But I need a day. Just a day. This afternoon I’m taking the kid to the comic book store and then we will get ice cream so I can remind her what her mother looks like when her face isn’t bathed in the glow of a monitor. This morning perhaps I will play a video game, or nap, or watch True Blood. Maybe I’ll take a bath. Or finish listening to John Scalzi’s The Human Division, since I’m on the final episode and was cursing the fact that the drive home from fencing wasn’t longer yesterday because OMG drama. (And hey, if you want to join Audible so YOU can listen to awesome The Human Division, then follow this link and you will be supporting the podcast!)
Coming up in May:
Also, I’ll be writing more in May, and working on a game project for school, working on my Torment novella, and planting vegetables and flowers. But you won’t see those things yet. You’ll probably never see the tomatoes. Sorry.
Coming up in June:
Lastly, this month I will be blogging about some things I’m involved in that I should have been talking about already, but have been too freaking busy. Such as:
Orbit has informed me of some really interesting reviews about The Shambling Guide to New York City lately:
Funny thing is, although PW wasn’t a starred review (though it was quite positive), today I learned that SGNYC is on PW’s “Best Summer Books of 2013” list. Right beside Connie Willis’ new collection. “Podcast host and blogger Lafferty is known for her sharp wit, which is in evidence here.”
O_O So, uh, yeah. Wow. All I gots to say is…
[NOTE- I don’t blog a lot about current events because I’m commonly raw, numb, upset, and withhold opinions until I have information. But my heart is hurting for all of the horror that the world has experienced this week, and I hope everyone reading this is as well as they can be.)
He’s just better at saying these things than I am. Watch this whole thing, dammit.
I’m angry today and I don’t have time to be angry. So I’ll blog about it and hope that will blow off some of the steam. Or blog off some of the steam. Whatever.
It’s 2013. And people are still trying to put women, and in particular to the points of this blog post, SF writers, in their place. Wherever that may be.
Item #1: prolific, talented fantasy and SF writer Seanan McGuire recently broke the record for the most Hugo nominations in one year. The woman has five. FIVE. Best Novel and Best Novella (under her psudonymn Mira Grant), Best Novelette (twice), and Best Fancast (the Squeecast, which won last year.)
I believe she also is the first person to get nominated for a self-published work, as one of her novelettes is from her blog.
So of course people are speculating about her skill, and whether she’s “really that good” and how she must have leveraged her fan base or self-promoted too much. The undercurrent is there is no way she earned all of those nominations, and she needs to be brought down to her place. I don’t even know how she is dealing with it (well, she blogged about it, but you know what I mean) – last year I was a gibbering mess whenever I saw a blog post stating how I was unworthy of the Campbell nomination. The thing is, I saw a lot of people, all of them men, doing lots of promotion for a Hugo nod. I did not see Seanan do that. But she is the one getting the shit.
I haven’t read her fantasy, but her SF is engrossing and fascinating and I’ve loved everything I’ve read by her. She’s got serious talent (she won the Campbell in ’11), and she’s prolific as hell.
And if you think just having a huge number of online fans is the clear track to awards, tell me why BoingBoing blogger Cory Doctorow hasn’t won a Hugo, or John Scalzi hasn’t been nominated for every book he’s written? Hell, I’ve got a larger online following than a lot of beginning writers and I came in 4th for the Campbell last year. So sure, Seanan has a lot of fans, but one needs more than that for awards.
(For the record, I think Cory and John are talented as hell, just saying that there’s a lot more to winning these things that just “lots of online fans.”)
Item #2: self-publishing sensation Hugh Howey recently had a blog post called “The Bitch from WorldCon.” (no, I’m not linking it.) This is a fascinating and bizarre blog post, seeing as how WorldCon was EIGHT MONTHS AGO. He tells a story about how a woman was rude to him when he said he self published. And I’ll agree, if the events happened the way he said, she was really rude. But his blog post is written so offensively that he ends up looking like the bad guy by the end. He uses misogynistic charged words like “bitch” and dreams of his Hugo speech where he tells the story of her rudeness, grabs his crotch, and ends the post with “suck it, bitch.”
Then he complains about the “PC Police” in the comments and claims he isn’t a sexist.
If you use these words to describe women, you are doing it to put yourself above them, imply their opinions and/or anger are irrelevant and to put them back in their place (which his blog post was dedicated to, essentially saying how awesome and successful he was and how stupid she was for a) thinking self-pub was pointless, and b) not knowing who he was).
The amazing thing was, he started out as the sympathetic person here! He did encounter a rude person at WorldCon! He did get dismissed by her when she found out he self-published! And yet, by bringing in her looks, calling her a bitch, and the obviously sexually degrading crotch grab fantasy and “suck it, bitch” comments at the end, he has presented himself as so much worse than she was.
The blog post went out on the 3rd, but today is when it exploded.
So who’s making “I Am Not Hugh Howey’s Bitch” t-shirts? They’d be this year’s must-have Worldcon attire.
— Tim Pratt (@timpratt) April 12, 2013
Worldcon! Where my bitches at?
— Nick Mamatas (@NMamatas) April 12, 2013
What he gets wrong: completely missing that this isn’t about the words “bitch” and “broad” but about vast and deep offensiveness.
— Rose Fox (@rosefox) April 12, 2013
UPDATE: So, in the middle of me writing this, apparently he has apologized. Some think it’s good. Some think it’s bad. Me, I can’t read it because his site has crashed.
Ah! Hugh Howey has apologized, and it’s a good one, actually: hughhowey.com/to-those-whom-…Via @varin
— Andrea Phillips (@andrhia) April 12, 2013
Hugh Howey’s nonpology: hughhowey.com/author/admin/
— Rae Carson (@raecarson) April 12, 2013
I’ve updated my post on Hugh Howey j.mp/10ZGiSn w/ a link to his apology: j.mp/10ZGiSu Do not read the comments.
— Harry Connolly (@byharryconnolly) April 12, 2013
All of this shows how deeply sexism is ingrained. No man stood up and said, “Seanan McGuire is too uppity, she needs to be taken down a peg like a proper woman,” or “I’m going to call that woman who bothered me eight months ago a bitch just so I can make myself feel good” – well, I am betting the second thing happened. But the language here, the commentary, the fury in how dare she get five nominations/speak rudely to me? It needs to stop.
Women are here and we’re writing and we’re getting nominated for awards and we’re going to keep doing outrageous things like building fan bases and having opinions and perhaps even being rude at conventions or even WINNING awards. The thing to do when you’re angry? Call someone out on their rudeness, right there. Don’t nominate or vote for the works you don’t think are worthy. It’s that fucking simple.
And if that’s not really the problem, if the problem is that you truly think that women should know their place in SF, then, well, fuck it. I don’t have time for you.

I’ve been doing that hiding thing again. I need to take some time off from blogging and podcasting because Ghost Train to New Orleans is due this month. [Insert HERE all clever remarks about how I have to hold off on I Should Be Writing, because I should be writing. Go ahead. I’ll wait.] And then lots of stuff happens in SF and I feel I should write/podcast about it. But the SHOULD takes a lot of mental weight and I just get tired and say nothing. Damn.

Anyway. In short: I’m writing a book. I got nominated for the Campbell award. The Hugo Award nominees were also announced, and people got real mad. Nightshade Books is in trouble and people are freaking out about it. Roger Ebert died. Iain Banks is dying. Leviathan Chronicles Season 2 was released with a lot of my content. The Torment Kickstarter ended, setting a record. The Shambling Guide to NYC started getting mainstream reviews. Last week it sleeted in NC, and now highs are in the 80’s. But what’s the stupidest thing in the world is the fact that what got me blogging again after a hiatus was toilet paper.
Baby, you should know I am really quite a sweet guy
When I buy you bathroom tissue, I always get the 2-ply
~Weird Al Yankovic
In a frugal attempt to save money, and I also think I was in a hurry, I grabbed some cheap toilet paper at the store. I didn’t think much about it, or how thin it was when I put it on the roll. Then when it came time to use the tool for which I purchased it, I was astonished that I could see through it, and then realized I’d need more than I had originally thought. (Hence the money saved is wasted on having to use more to do the job.) Then there was the texture. THE TEXTURE ON MY TENDER BITS. Seriously, you don’t think about this shit until it HAPPENS TO YOU. 2-ply is important. It’s vital. Without it, civilization can crumble, man. CRUMBLE.
I bought some 2-ply right away, crying to the toilet paper gods that I will never go back. Now the evil 1-ply sits as an emergency, “we’re out of TP” backup. It watches me. It KNOWS.
I was at someone else’s house when I discovered that they, too, had 1-ply. I was immediately torn. You don’t complain about your friend’s TP. But I wondered about the etiquette of carrying around your own roll for times like this. I remembered sharing a beach house with a bunch of friends, and when we discussed who was bringing what to stock the house, this friend always wanted to be in charge of the paper products (napkins, paper towels, and TP) because they insisted on “their” brand of TP. I thought it was a bit strange, but the honor of supplying the tribe with recently slaughtered paper products is not something I particularly covet, so they took that duty.
Heh. “Duty.”
Sorry.
But now I understand, and for a brief moment considered traveling with my own TP. The reality here is I can’t remember to pack my daughter a fucking coat, so I would likely fail at remembering the travel TP. And if I remembered the TP and still forgot her coat, then I might as well turn in my Mom badge and my gun. (Yeah, that joke isn’t funny anymore. It’s a metaphorical gun. That shoots guilt. And bees.) Also it seems downright rude or awkward to head to the bathroom carting my own roll.
Oh, it’s not you, it’s me. Polyps. You know.
And hell, it’s really not that important. Just so you know I’m not freaky about this. But it did get me thinking about characterization. This is a tiny bit of my life, the middle class white whine about 1-ply toilet paper. But in fiction, this is the kind of thing that can define characters. Insisting on, eg, 2-ply, or brand name products, or the newest gadget when the old one works fine, can say things about a character without you having to say “Kevin was an upper middle class American.” Instead, maybe, “The first time Kevin felt 2-ply TP, he knew there was no going back. He’d go so far as clean adult book stores for the financial right to wipe his ass in comfort.” Not to mention a character always carrying her own special TP to the bathroom with her can say a lot about her view of the world, and her desperate need to control.
When you’re thinking about “how would your character have reacted to Kennedy being shot?” or “The waiter spills water down your character’s back, how does she react?” you can think, “what kind of TP do they buy? Are they a coffee snob? Generic or brand name? Boy shorts or bikinis? Target, Wal-Mart, or Belk?”
I just wrote 800+ words on middle class whining and toilet paper. I think I should probably stop and get to writing or something…
Also, I do realize what I am saying about MYSELF that I thought this much about toilet paper, and I blame book stress.
I was going to blog about this tomorrow, but since it will be April 1, I figured a) everyone is busy being distracted by the Internet’s funny, and b) some people might not take me seriously. So I have to get this in on March 31:
I got nominated for the Campbell again!
The John W. Campbell Award is given to the “Best New Writer” – meaning someone who has had their first pro sale in the last 2 years. So with my sale to Cabinet of Curiosities, I became eligible for the award, and my “Campbell clock” started to tick in 2011. So I got nominated in 2012 (lost, obviously) and now I’m nominated again in 2013, my last eligible year! Next year I’m not new anymore, so this is the last chance I have!
(Note, the Campbell is not a Hugo. Although it’s announced at the same time. And given at the same ceremony. Don’t get me started.)
I’m up against some extremely talented folks: Stina Leicht, Max Gladstone, Zen Cho and Chuck Wendig. Stina and Chuck are friends of mine, and I hope I get to meet Zen and Max at WorldCon this year.
Chuck thinks I am going to shank him in the kidney. I am not going to shank him in the kidney. On Twitter, Matt Wallace gave Chuck advice on how to stop my murderous rampage. Matt is now dead to me.
@chuckwendig @mightymur She tried to murder me at Balticon several times. Carry gin in a holster. That’s my advice to you.
— Matt Wallace (@MattFnWallace) March 31, 2013
I’d love to put my new book on the Hugo Packet, but it has to be work published in 2012 or 2011. That’s not a ton of stuff, but I’ll put what I can in there, and point people to all sorts of other work. 🙂
I have several friends nominated for Hugo awards, and I’m thrilled for them all. But I have to say a special shoutout to my ISBW producer, Patrick Hester, who is nominated for two Hugos as podcaster with SF Signal podcast, and blogger with the SF Signal site (Best Fanzine nominee.) Go Patrick! Otherwise I won’t show favoritism; I’m too excited for everyone below to choose favorites at this time.
Best Novel (1,113 ballots)
Best Novella (587 ballots)
Best Novelette (616 ballots)
Best Short Story (662 ballots)
Note: category has 3 nominees due to a 5% requirement under Section 3.8.5 of the WSFS constitution.
Best Related Work (584 ballots)
Best Graphic Story (427 ballots)
Best Dramatic Presentation (Long Form) (787 ballots)
Best Dramatic Presentation (Short Form) (597 ballots)
Best Editor – Short Form (526 ballots)
Best Editor – Long Form (408 ballots)
Best Professional Artist (519 ballots)
Best Semiprozine (404 ballots)
Best Fanzine (370 ballots)
Best Fancast (346 ballots)
Best Fan Writer (485 ballots)
Best Fan Artist (293 ballots)
John W. Campbell Award for Best New Writer (476 ballots)
Award for the best new professional science fiction or fantasy writer of 2011 or 2012, sponsored by Dell Magazines (not a Hugo Award).
* Finalists in their 2nd year of eligibility.