Monthly Archives: April 2012

Deliberate Distractions

This morning was the first in a week that I woke up and had nothing specific that I had to do, nowhere in particular that I had to go, and no-one I absolutely had to see.

So, predictably, very little got done. I did manage to make it through the first two chapters of my Steampunk manuscript and tease out whatever little errors or inconsistencies I could find or had been pointed out by the one (and only) beta reader that has finished it and given me feedback. Unfortunately, I had pretty much vivisected that same 24 page portion over and over while I was waiting for feedback, so there wasn’t much to do. I think I added stripes to a hat and split a maybe-too-long sentence into two maybe-too-short sentences.

Then I did a bit of work-work which, admittedly, means I switched windows and Facebooked and Twittered and Google+’d for a bit. That is what I get paid for, so it isn’t as shiftless as it sounds. Then I decided that maybe I needed to go in to work for a minute. I had some pictures I wanted to take to post on their social media sites and it’s just around the corner, so why not? And, well, since I was out I might as well meet a friend for lunch, right? Naturally, I got home and got to uploading, labeling, and sharing the photos.

So there I am, done with work-work for the time being and already sitting at the computer, so I should have gotten back to the editing. Well, sure, but it isn’t going anywhere and I did have some comments on this blog to respond to. A few new posts from blogs that I’ve started following. Probably new blogs to find that I might eventually want to read. Part of blogging, I am told by the very inspired insider resource of WordPress itself, is creating and developing community by participating in the ‘blogosphere’ which, if I’m being honest, I think looks like this.

Well, I was on WordPress anyway, so I didn’t have any good reason not to go ahead and write about how I’m not getting anything done on the thing I most want to get done. My brain has recused itself on the grounds that any testimony it provides will only further complicate its own participation as both prosecutor and defender in the case that is my procrastination.

So. Tonight: phone off, pointy editing hat on.

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Posted by on April 4, 2012 in Uncategorized


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Can I Get a Break from My Break?

I haven’t managed to get much at all done in the realm of editing my manuscripts in the last week. Editing is slower than writing for me, but a complete stand still is much slower than usual.

Last week, my little brother and his wife popped out two adorable little twin girls. My mom flew into town to help out with the other three kids (!) while they got the twins situated and my sister-in-law’s sister drove in from out of state this week to lend a hand as well. I’m not actually convinced that they’ve mustered up enough hands for 5 children, but I only superficially offered my own help. Unfortunately, my little brother and his family live an hour away. So, for the past week, I’ve been making excruciating trips out of the city I love and into the county that I don’t so that I can visit with out-of-towners I love and make endless crass jokes in a fruitless effort to take the edge off of an otherwise exhausting scenario.

Now, let’s add to that the closing of a good friend’s gallery show and a blacklight drag party that we’d had tickets to for well over a month. I did shrug off several other potential engagements, including a charity event for Growing American Youth that I had really been looking forward to. To be fair, I am underemployed at best, working only 10 hours a week. From home. Running social media. All in all, I shouldn’t have much reason to complain and I did make some priority decisions like keeping this blog active even rather than putting more effort into edits. Nevertheless, I can’t help but feeling like I need a good strong week at the computer working on my manuscripts so that I can get to sending one off to potential agents and publishing houses.

One last day in the county today and then I’m chaining myself to my computer and getting back to doing what I do. Until then, rather than the eye-melting pictures of me in semi-drag and glowing makeup, I will give you this: twins sleeping peacefully rather than eating or pooping.

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Posted by on April 3, 2012 in Uncategorized


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The Idea Seed

“Prior to the Godkilling, man and animal were left helpless in the face of a petty deity that wielded tools of making and unmaking on whim alone. His anger brought flood and famine and his favor gave tremendous power to those corrupt ecclesiastic orders that rose up to worship him. His power was the power to supersede the will of man.”
An excerpt from The Godkilling by Yrdwar Senelane, Collegium Historian.

This is the flavor text that opens the first chapter of my fantasy manuscript. The entirety of the story began with one idea: What if people could kill their God when they got tired of everything attributed to him. Believing that hurricanes, earthquakes, and tornadoes are ‘acts of God’ or that one sports team wins by the grace of God and the other loses, presumably, because they’ve curried less favor with God is the sort of logic that allows a person to run the course of their life without taking much responsibility for anything. Senator James Inhofe of Oklahoma believes that climate change is false because the bible states that ‘as long as the earth remains there will be seed time and harvest, cold and heat, winter and summer, day and night’. Blind faith in the face of science. So what if people could kill their God to end not only the natural events attributed to him, but also the fervor that his followers use to do damage to the society?

When I started writing Blood of a Godkiller, I wanted to create a society that existed not just godlessly, but in spite of God. Random and occasional attempts within the population to recreate a deity-based belief system are met with the harshest of punishments: death. Speaking of the dead has finite social acceptability to avoid reconnecting with the antiquated notion of an afterlife. Cursing revolves around creative use of the dead God’s anatomy and reinforces irreverence as a means of social control.

Oddly, though I expected to find this mythical place exciting and liberating, it evolved quite a bit differently. With no preternatural being to dictate the laws of society to them, the people within my fictional society took his place and were no better off for it. A vacuum of power was created in his displacement and, as might be expected, various human entities fought to take over. Despite my inclinations and as imaginary friends tend to do, the people of the realm developed almost independently of me. Because their God had been a physical manifestation that existed on the same plane as them, they were not only able to kill him, but they were also able to witness his manipulation of the world in real and actual terms. Unfortunately, despite their abhorrence for their God, they fell easily into replicating his manipulative form of governance once he was gone.

Nevertheless, this was the idea that gave birth to my first completed manuscript and the evolution of it gave me pause to consider our own reality quite a bit.


Posted by on April 2, 2012 in Uncategorized


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