Goals: And Now a Word from Our Alien Overlords

The projected releases for August are moving to September. Those who really own the planet (see: fungus) have established a beachhead in the HVAC unit in my apartment, so I’ve been working from another location. I’ve also been recovering from the flu-like symptoms that have been dogging me all summer.

In the classic manner of literarily inclined convalescents, I’ve been using this interval for getting caught up on my reading. I counted fifty anthologies on my Kindle app, which I’ve been nibbling away at all summer. I’ve been reading short stories by SF/F authors from around the world, and thinking about how to do short-story reviews in the era of Twitter. Somewhat surprisingly for someone whose prose style was compared to Henry James (by my eighth-grade English teacher, long before I knew who Henry James was), I love me some Twitters. It’s my ticker-tape, news-feed, and bazaar/village square/neighborhood cafe/back fence.

So, coming soon in September (already upon us!):

* weekly review page on this blog
* Twitter short-story reviews
* Novel releases: Lost Pissarro, Inside the Jump
* Short story releases: Sophie in the Heart of Winter, The Broken-Backed House

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Weekend Writing Warriors, Sunday 31 August 2014 (WIP: Ship’s Heart)

Mavra stood with the children.

“Why did you stay?” Yasmin asked. 

“It’s time,” Mavra said. “It’s time to come home again. My other home’s gone, and the Dome’s where I was born.”

“Are you going to tell us about the Road of the Stars?” Yasmin asked.

“By and by, little sister,” Mavra said, her human eye still on the Ship’s people, as they filed into the railcar to the Spaceport. “By and by, as much as I can tell.”

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Weekend Writing Warriors, Sunday 24 August 2014 (WIP: Ship’s Heart)

“Crow’s wing, they call my sort of hair, on Karis,” the Ship’s Doctor explained, “and yours, little sisters and brother, they call storm-cloud or lamb’s-wool.”

All those names were poetical borrowings from the vocabulary of the Original World, archaic and melancholy. On Sarronny, there were neither crows nor sheep, and the atmosphere did not make clouds that one could see from the ground.

“With those leaf-and-water eyes,” he told Jehen, “you’ll have an Astok in your family tree, somewheres-a-back. That eye color is recessive, but they stitched it into their genome for fancy’s sake.”

Yasmin laughed aloud at that. She and Ferenc looked at each other, brown eyes to brown, and Jehen frowned as they burst into giggles together.

“Or it could have been chance,” the Quartermaster said. “The Astokka haven’t an exclusive claim on everything, though to hear their own legends, you’d think they invented the sunrise. And sex, too, into the bargain.”

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Weekend Writing Warriors: Sunday 17 August 2014 (WIP: Ship’s Heart)

Between the tall windows of the refectory hung panels showing robed figures fishing from reed-boats. Yasmin spooned up pea-and-bean stew (“your third serving!” Jehen had said, “just how are you going to dance?”). The panel opposite their table showed an androgynous figure in many layers of sea-green and sky-blue and violet-white mist, as if she were clothed in sea and atmosphere. She stood in the reed-boat, one foot on either side of the plank seat, with the oars hanging loose in their locks; she smiled slightly, her palms upturned and thumb meeting forefinger; from each hand stretched a silver thread as thin as a weaving-spider’s guy-wire; at the other end, in the water, fish swarmed about it.

“‘She fishes neither with pole nor hook, and catches wisdom,’” quoted Genubi.

Yasmin frowned, focusing on the absurd image but not losing her attention to the delicious food. So that was the Goddess of the Ancient Sea. She had imagined the whirling dance of ocean, polar ice, and forest, not this rather absurd aristocrat standing in a boat in a way, what’s more, calculated to tip the vessel. 

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POV Yasmin, age 17. From novel-in-progress, Ship’s Heart. 

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Weekend Writing Warriors: Sunday 10 August 2014 (Published Works sampler)

Terence has a new inamorata. 

I’ve told him time after time that this never works out.  (In the Laboratory of the Night)

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Erika knew when her mother had come in from patrol. From ancient habit, she woke at each of the hinges of the night, and then at moonset.  (Erika and the Vampire)

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The sun glittered on the Mississippi River, washed the old Stone Arch railroad bridge in golden light, and lit the riverbank foliage to lamps. Radiance caught in the topmost treetops and Anton swept all of it up and claimed it in a single gesture. (Max and the Ghost)

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Once upon a time on the Original World, there was an old man who traded one eye for wisdom.

The story is ancient; it came with us on the journey-ships, and traversed the Original Jump. (Tales from the Inhabited Worlds)

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The opening two lines of each of my four published works to date. The next time I do one of these, I will have eight published works. Hopefully that will be some time before the end of the year!

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Weekend Writing Warriors: Sunday 3 August 2014 (WIP: Leonie Hallward)

Mabel Dodge is a sort of eclectic Mme de Stael, who brings together a various society. One of the daughters of my host’s house, a vivacious beauty of surprisingly advanced views, promised me an evening there. 

“Papa,” she confided, “is something of a fogey and his taste in art is rather old-fashioned.”

At my raised eyebrow, she added hastily, “With all due respect to your late uncle, I’m sure.”

She took my arm as we went upstairs to the drawing-room, all roses and satin, her costume contrasting rather dramatically with her pirate’s wink. “It will be good fun,” she said, as if I were her own captured pirate queen, and she an apprentice corsair. 

“I hear that you’re a painter yourself,” she said, “So you must come to Mabel Dodge’s soiree.” 

Thus I received my invitation to the gatehouse of Bohemia.

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POV Leonie Hallward, niece of the painter Basil Hallward from Oscar Wilde’s Portrait of Dorian Gray. From novel-in-progress, Leonie Hallward and the Secession of Greenwich Village. 

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Goals: Release timeline (revised), Inside the Jump cover reveal!

Revision and editing on Tales from the Inhabited Worlds took a lot longer than anticipated, so the Inside the Jump and The Lost Pissarro have been moved to August. We’re currently negotiating release dates for the next projects in the queue, Annie Brown and the Superhero Blues, The Shape-shifter’s Tale, and The Broken-Backed House.

Cover design by Glass Knife Press Technical Services.

Cover design by Glass Knife Press Technical Services.

In the meantime, here is the cover design for Inside the Jump. It’s come a long way from the NaNo concept cover of last fall.

Just as the cover says, Inside the Jump is Book 2 of a trilogy. It’s designed to stand alone; I set myself the challenge of Book 2 first, and it will be released first. Book 1 (Ship’s Heart) is in progress, and Book 3 (The Fourth Prime) will be this November’s National Novel Writing Month project.

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