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Snow Days, Snow Days . . . .
As of this moment, there’s about eight inches of snow on the ground — all of which fell in the past twelve hours or so. More snow is expected to fall, which begs the question: “So, Barb. What do you plan to do with yourself, now that you’re going to have a snow day?”
Ha!
I plan to write, as I’ve done a little of that every single day for the past week. My word count over time isn’t great — my high day was 1100 words, my low was about 300 — but I’m glad I’m making some forward progress again after being so ill.
I also plan to edit, as I’m working on two big projects right now (the third major one having wrapped up late last week).
And, finally, I’ll watch the snow fall . . . because really, it’s much better to admire the snow from the inside, where you’re not having to walk (or worse, drive) on it, than to be out in it.
Especially when the wind is blowing the existing snow sideways (as it has been for most of the day) . . . anyway, stay safe, everyone.
Finished and Sent Off a Short Story
While I remain more under the weather than not — and boy, am I tired of having to write those words — I was able to complete a short story and send it off to an anthology over the weekend. (For those of you also on Facebook who’ve seen my recent status updates, this is the same story I discussed on Friday evening.)
Mind you, this is the first short story I’ve written in at least four months. And as such, I’m pleased with it.
Of course, as with just about all of my shorter efforts, my story has a plot that would probably better befit a novel. And I’ve already had one offer from a friend to help me turn it into just that down the line, so I guess there must be some promise in it.
Let us hope the anthology editor thinks so as well, whether she is able to buy it or not. (I take all the reassurance I can get.)
As far as everything else . . . you might be wondering why I checked both “remembrance” and “persistence” with regards to this post as far as categories go. It’s simple: the reason I came up with this particular short story has a great deal to do with my (deceased) good friend Jeff Wilson. In this newest of my short stories, I showed an unlikely friendship between a human and an alien and how many things were left unspoken between the pair that seemed to be in complete accord.
Then something happens where the alien is no longer able to speak for himself. (I know aliens don’t have to be male or female, but in this case this particular alien is male. So let’s go with it, shall we?)
The human friend does her best to figure out what’s going on even though her alien friend is no longer available to discuss all the options with her. And she solves a mystery — or perhaps comes up with a new one — while vowing all the while to never, ever forget her friend.
As I said, this story was prompted because of how much I miss my friend Jeff. It’s not a story that I would’ve come up with otherwise, though I have had a few stories since my late husband Michael’s death that, to one extent or another, were greatly impacted by his passing. (Most of them, to be honest. Save this one.)
I’d like to think that my friend would be honored by the fact that I’ve written this story, even though it’s far from perfect. (I know I shouldn’t say that, as the story hasn’t even been read by the anthology’s editor as of yet. But I tend to think none of my stories are perfect — not even ELFY, though that one comes the closest by miles to what I’d dreamed it should be — which perhaps means I’m being overly perfectionistic again.) I also think he’d be pleased that I’d written a science fiction story — when he had to know I’m more conversant with fantasy — because it means I’m better able to let the story tell me where it wants to go, rather than go where I think it should.
(This last may make no sense to non-writers. But it is still the truth.)
I would like to think that our loved ones — friends, husbands, makes no nevermind — will live on as long as we remember them.
All I know is, I will never forget Jeff Wilson. Not ever.
I just hope he knew that.
And I hope, someday, in some faraway place, that I’ll be able to ask him what he thinks of this story. Because when I wrote it, I thought a great deal about him.
And smiled.
Down with the Flu . . .
. . . and take that any way you want.
So far, 2013 has shaped up to be a year full of illness, frustration and pain. I haven’t enjoyed it, but I have continued to do whatever I can despite all of the various things that have cropped up.
I saw my sister last week, which is a good thing. Unfortunately, she came up with a particularly nasty case of the flu and let me know she’d been diagnosed with the same on Monday.
Despite all of the various things that have hit me within the last two or three months, I haven’t yet had an “official” flu diagnosis. (Merely “flu-like symptoms” or a secondary infection — usually a sinus infection, occasionally a respiratory ailment as well — but not an actual diagnosis calling for Tamiflu or any of the other drugs that can help minimize a case of the flu.) And it’s possible that this isn’t the flu either, though it assuredly feels like it as it came on suddenly within the last twenty-four hours and has disorganized my thinking like no one’s business.
So my hope is that it will leave suddenly, also.
If so, it wouldn’t be the flu — it might instead by that Australian norovirus I’ve heard about, which has a duration of 48-72 hours of nastiness for most people, then runs its course — but that doesn’t mean it’s any less distressing to deal with.
Topping it all off, I was midway through a story that I’d planned to submit to an anthology in a few days. I don’t know this particular editor (I won’t name her), though I do know her writing . . . anyway, I’d introduced myself, told her a bit about my story and she said she’d look forward to reading it.
Now I may not be able to finish the story, which really bothers me as it shows a lack of professionalism. (And to me, being anything less than a pro in every area is deeply disturbing.)
This particular anthology has a deadline of February 1. I’ve known about it since early October — just before I took on the Bleacher Report internship, in fact — and thought about what I wanted to do that would meet the requirements of the anthology. I had finally come up with what I thought was a winning idea . . .
. . . and am now too ill to finish the dratted thing up.
I do have tomorrow to make a stab at it, and if I can finish it up and believe it’s credible, I will try.
But the chances to do so do not look promising.
I know, however, that if I can finish this story, albeit more slowly than I’d like — providing I can do so before March 31, that is — I can try the Writers of the Future contest one more time as ELFY still isn’t out (I’m still going over copy-editing changes and have been asked to make one, last pass of my own in addition), not even in ARC format (that’s “advanced reader copy” to thee and me). I may still be eligible even for the June quarter (though I’m unsure); I do know I’ll be eligible for the March 31 quarter.
So maybe not all is lost, no matter how it looks right now.
In the past few days, I did do some editing on some paying projects and a little bit of writing (I got all of 300 words into it yesterday before stalling, again). So it’s not that I’ve done nothing whatsoever this week . . . far, far from it.
I just haven’t been able to get this done when it counts. And that vexes me.
Sorely.
Copy-Editing Internship Ends, and Other Updates
As of yesterday — Friday, January 25, 2013 — I am no longer a copy-editing intern at Bleacher Report.
Now, this is not a bad thing. Not at all, in fact, because it means I have successfully completed my twelve-week internship.
During this time, I have fought illness and had some other family health issues that came into play. My energy levels have been low, particularly in late December and all throughout this month. I haven’t played a concert for the UW-Parkside Community Band since last May due to everything going on (though I have played several for the Racine Concert Band) and my writing definitely hasn’t been where I want it to be.
But I have continued to persist.
I also learned a new “house style” — for non-editors, this is what Bleacher Report expected articles to look like and what ways terms were either capitalized, hyphenated (or not) or otherwise emphasized. This was the first time I’d had to learn a new stylistic language in at least fourteen years, so that in and of itself is an accomplishment.
And, of course, every site is different. Some places want you to write “website” as all one word with no capitalization. Some want you to write it in my preferred way, “Web site.” Some write “Website” with a capital W.
It’s the little differences that set different sites apart. Which is why learning “house styles” can be either a blessing or a headache, take your pick. (Even though sometimes, it’s both.)
Finishing up my internship without being able to call my friend Jeff and let him know what happened (as I’m sure he’d have been up on it) was difficult. I have always felt bittersweet when something ends . . . many of us do, I know, so I’m far from the only one. Still, he understood me quite well (as I understood him) and he’d know this was a major accomplishment.
I really wish he’d have been alive to hear me talk about it.
Of course, had my husband Michael still been alive to this date, he and I would’ve gone out to celebrate in some way or another. He’d have told me that doing something like this to maximize my chances at a paying job in the only section of the publishing industry that seems to possibly be expanding (or at least not contracting, as sports is a big business, I love sports and understand ’em, so why not?) was a shrewd career move whether it pays off in the short run or not. And he’d have told me over and over again how much he admired me for doing this when I’m hardly fresh out of college (not even fresh out of my Master’s program) . . . even though I know what he’d have said, I wish he had been here to say it. (Michael was uniformly encouraging and believed very strongly in me and my abilities as a writer and editor. Even when I didn’t believe in myself, he always believed. That’s why I will love him forever.)
And of course I really wish Michael were still alive, too . . . goodness alone knows what we’d have done as writers and editors had he survived the four heart attacks in 2004, but I’m sure it would’ve been amazing.
I like to think that everything I do will matter, both to Michael and Jeff, whenever I see them next. And I do think I will see them again, and know them, and be able to continue on as before in whatever way the soul goes on in eternity.
Knowing that, some days, is all that keeps me focused.
Aside from that, I thought I’d pass along a few other updates. I’m still going through ELFY, part 1, with my publisher’s blessing, but I hope to have all changes back soon. (Yes, that’s my coy way of saying ELFY is to be split without actually saying it. Though I just did anyway, so all that coyness really didn’t work. Ah, well.) I don’t know if there will be different names given to parts 1 and 2 at this point. I do know that ELFY is coming out only as an e-book, but that’s fine with me as it’s miles better than where I was a year ago.
I’m taking another week off from reviewing anything over at Shiny Book Review, but Jason Cordova reviewed Sarah A. Hoyt’s DARKSHIP RENEGADES a few days ago. So do take a look.
And in a non-personal update, Corey Hart did indeed end up having knee surgery after he got his second opinion. Most sports sites (like Hardball Talk) have Hart penciled out of the lineup until May. My hunch is that Hart, if he heals anything close to as quickly as he did the last time, will be back by mid-April at the latest.
In closing . . . while the internship is over, life goes on. I’ll continue to do whatever I can to write, edit, comment and figure out what happens as best I’m able . . . and if there are further updates in this quarter (one would hope there would be at some point with either writing, editing or life in general) I’ll keep you posted.
And who knows? Maybe by next week I’ll have enough energy to write a book review or two. (I have several hanging fire, one a non-fiction book about space from Travis Taylor and Stephanie Osborn, three great books from K.E. Kimbriel and two books by Veronica Roth to get to, among others.)
Here’s hoping.
A Quick Friday Update
Folks, I’m starting to feel a little better. After nearly two weeks’ worth of general crappiness, the slight bit of additional energy I’ve had over the past twenty-four to forty-eight hours has been warmly welcomed.
That said, life didn’t stop while I was ill. I rescheduled some internship hours, but did work most of them (the one shift I couldn’t reschedule immediately will be made up before my internship ends in a few weeks). I finished another big editing project. And I started putting together a collection of my and Michael’s shorter fiction (novellas on down) for possible publication.
So I wasn’t idle by any means, even if sometimes it felt that way.
That said, no fiction writing got done and very little of a non-fiction nature also got done (as evidenced by this blog, where I haven’t posted since last Saturday due to illness). But more posts should be on the way soon, including one I just have to write about a current scandal at Notre Dame — and no, I’m not talking about Manti Te’o and his fake girlfriend.
Anyway, I’m still alive and I’ll continue to do my best to remain so. (How’s that for a plan? And I’m only being slightly sarcastic, too!)
You do your best to do the same.
A Quick Saturday Update
Despite my best efforts, whatever it is that I’ve been sick with for the past several weeks has grown worse over the past few days rather than better.
This has necessitated that I rest, drink much water, take over-the-counter medication and then rest some more.
The only good thing about being ill is that I’ve finished a number of books, including Janet Edwards’ EARTH GIRL, Beth Revis’ ACROSS THE UNIVERSE, Gennifer Albin’s CREWEL and Victoria Alexander’s A VISIT FROM SIR NICHOLAS and THE PERFECT MISTRESS (the last a delightful story set in 19th century England about a ghost, her great-granddaughter and the need to embrace life). All of these were thought-provoking books, but the reason I’m going to review Edwards’ EARTH GIRL over at Shiny Book Review is that it’s an extremely rare example of what could be a utopia as no one hungers, thirsts, or lacks for medical care while everyone is educated to the limit of his or her ability. But there are still problems, mostly dealing with the Handicapped (those who cannot portal to other worlds and must stay on Earth), which gave Edwards the ability to show conflict even in a mostly utopic setting.
Edited to add: review of EARTH GIRL is up at SBR.
Still doing my best to write, edit and regain my health. But this flu — or whatever it is that has me laid low — is really not any fun whatsoever.
Quick Weekend Update
As the new year approaches, I’ve been rushing to get some projects taken care of that have been “hanging fire” for a long time. One of those was an intensive editorial project for a nearly six-hundred page epic fantasy novel, which has now been completed.
However, I still have the final ELFY editing changes to go over as I delayed work on that due to the amount of work required for the other project.
This is one reason why reviews have been few and far between (by my standards, at least).
Otherwise, I’ve had a nagging cough and cold that doesn’t seem to want to go away but also doesn’t seem to be getting any worse. It’s added to the intensity of some headaches, but otherwise hasn’t done a whole lot other than slow me down.
All of this is a long-winded way of saying that aside from editing (both for the in-progress internship and the large editorial project just completed), I haven’t done a whole lot of writing this week, on my blog or off.
One would hope that once the new year commences that I’ll be able to write a few more blogs on the various and sundry subjects I’ve previously discussed — or maybe even some new ones. (Hey. It could happen.)
Other than that, I hope to be able to at least review one book tomorrow night, a romance, over at Shiny Book Review. (That, and the internship hours, and maybe some work on the ELFY changes, are my plan for Saturday. Obviously, I lead an exciting life.)
Enjoy your weekend, everyone.
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