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For the past two Saturdays, I've had the delight of visiting small history museums in Connecticut. I visited Branford's Harrison House, which is a colonial home and museum, and wrote it up for my column in Branford Patch. The following Saturday, I headed out with my friend TJ to New London's Nathan Hale Schoolhouse, where a young Nathan Hale taught. I will admit that I know more about Nathan Hale since I started reading Lora Innes's The Dreamer than I had prior, in part because she inspired me to grab some revolutionary history off the bookshelves at the library and look him up. The reason we hiked out to New London on Saturday was because Lora was there in person, doing a presentation on her new graphic exhibit featured on the museum's walls. Lora talked about how historical fiction is a gateway into history (clearly, it worked for me).

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The Schoolhouse is small -- only two rooms -- but it's recently been restored, so it gives a feel for just how it would have been when Hale was teaching, and discovering his love for teaching. In the (very warm) upstairs room, the previous exhibit about spies during the American Revolution held our attention while we waited for the exhibit opening to begin. Of course, the Culper Ring (one of the most important spy rings of the Revolution) was mentioned, so I texted Arielle Kesweder, who, along with being one of my first-readers, is a in tune with all things geek culture, and asked her in what comic I'd heard of the Culper Ring before. (Answer: Y: The Last Man -- which further proves Lora's point about fiction opening doors to history.) The upstairs also revealed chalk drawings dating back to the Revolutionary period, including this one that is likely of the privateer ship, Nancy.

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The presentation began promptly at two with an introduction from state historian Walt Woodward, who celebrated the exhibit team's (Jennifer Eifrig, Stephen Shaw, Rachel Smith, and Lora Innes) approach to introducing Nathan Hale as a human, rather than a hero. A lot of people only bother to remember Hale for his failed spy mission and subsequent execution, but insight into his days in New London show a man who would have been a teacher, a husband, and a father had he lived long enough. Lora was up next, discussing how fandom brings a huge amount of enthusiasm not just for media, but for history. In fact, several other The Dreamer readers were there, including a librarian from just a few towns over (Lora introduced us and gave the two of us a chance to bond as grown up comic readers and history nerds).

I took many photos, but instead of uploading them all here behind a cut, I've put them up over at my facebook page -- they include some nifty images of Lora, the Dreamers, the exhibit team, and New London's very cool historical monuments. I hope you'll check them out, but in the meantime, will leave you with this image:

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Happy Fourth of July!
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A couple of topics have been sitting in my inbox, waiting for me to blog about them, so I can once again reach mailbox success. In an effort to get ever closer to that goal, I bring you: Links of Awesome!



First reader Arielle alerted me to a very cool celebration of reading happening this month. It's called All Hallows Read, and the idea is sharing a scary book with someone. Arielle was specifically looking for YA recommendations of scary books for a friend, and two of the scariest books I read in the YA category in the past few years are In the Forest of Hands and Teeth by Carrie Ryan, a post-apocalypse zombie novel that is brilliant and terrifying (but which ended up in my "worthy" category rather than in my "enjoyed it" category), and Prom Dates from Hell and its sequels by Rosemary Clement Moore, which I found deliciously scary, with wonderful mythic resonance, and I recommend without reservation.

I probably read a lot more adult novels in the horror/scary book category and could recommend a great number, but instead I'll just mention one series I've been enjoying that have been on an e-book super sale since the end of August. They're the Downside books by Stacia Kane, who's here on livejournal as [livejournal.com profile] stacia_kane. The series starts with Unholy Ghosts, on sale for only 99 cents. The two sequels are priced at $4.99, so you can get all three for $11 (or less than two mass market paperbacks).



Of course, you could also give someone the gift of Haunted, (because I'm not above just a little self promotion!).

But definitely do yourself a favor this Halloween and share a scary book, whether as a gift, a recommendation, or reading a new title yourself!
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I've been edging on that 30 messages in the inbox mark for the last three days. I just jumped back up to 35, and while I may be able to narrow it down by one more tonight, I don't think I'll get any closer to success between now and tomorrow morning.

The flow of work just keeps coming to me, and I'm grateful, if busy. This doesn't mean I haven't found any ways to procrastinate just a tad. The evil Arielle Kesweder (you know, one of my beta-readers? usually saintly? yeah, now evil) introduced me to Angry Birds for Chrome. I'd thought I didn't have the technology to experience the Angry Birds for myself, and was doomed to pop culture references that went over my head, but no, she had to show me the error of my ways. Luckily, while it's clever, it's not quite as addictive as, say, Plants vs. Zombies, so I think I'm safe.

I also spent some time personalizing my new nook today -- the old one has a cracked case, and since I bought the nifty warranty, I had a shiny new nook arrive in yesterday's mail. After adding a David Weber collection to the nook, I had to recreate my shelves and get organized. (For the record: Baen Books is awesomely ahead of the curve when it comes to using e-books as promotion -- they've been including CDs of previous books in Weber's Honor Harrington series in the back of the newest hardcovers for the last several books. Baen also launched a free library of backlist titles, which is amazing, and which I've utilized previously. I don't know how this impacts their bottom line, but as readers who have purchased several of the hard-copy versions of the series, we're grateful to have the e-versions as well, as some of the mass markets have dying bindings.)

Tomorrow is check in day for Kaz's Spring into Summer 50K writing challenge, and yet again, I've nothing to report. Summer camp was so good to me last year that I really want to accomplish something with the new SIS project. But tomorrow is also the day when I'm going in to talk to local elementary school students about writing and Branford history, and that seems like the more important priority for the day.
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Since the royal wedding last week (and since finishing David Weber's By Schism Rent Asunder), I've been thinking about the phrase "falling in love." Usually we say the phrase in terms of a romantic relationship, but not always. After all, America can't fall in love with a new American Idol contestant or sports star romantically. (Individual viewers can, but America can't.) That phrase ("America fell in love") gets used frequently enough in the media -- whether it's about pop culture icons, political figures, or a social issue -- that it's come to have its own meaning.

A long while ago, I had a conversation with alpha-reader Arielle Kesweder, who has been a good pop culture reference for me for some time, about the word "heart" as a verb. I don't particularly care for it, but the evolution of language being what it is, no one bothered to ask me. She explained to me that "heart" as a verb means something different from "love" -- you don't really love someone you've never met, for example. But you can be involved with a character in a way that's very emotionally engaging, without any actual risk on your part. It's related to the "squee" factor, I think: say you meet an actor, or a writer, whose work you admire a great deal (or whose character you have a crush on). That encounter allows you proximity to the target of your admiration (and may induce a noisy "squee" when you share the story with friends, as you all shriek your delight). The intensity of the experience of your encounter with the target of your admiration deserves some sort of name -- but you can't really say you love the person you encountered. Instead, you "heart" them. Or, so I came to understand the case that she made.

I can't help but think, however, that "heart" as a verb is very similar to what America does when falling in love. And I myself often use the phrase "falling in love" to describe what happens to me with characters in books (in the most recent case, Cayleb and Sharleyan of the "Safehold" books). I'm not personally romantically involved, but I get warm fuzzies when thinking about the characters. As with a classic high school crush, I might get a big ol' grin on my face when they appear in a scene. My investment in them as characters is high -- but the only risk involved to me should something awful happen to them is a minor bit of heart-break. Because I'm an easy crier when it comes to books, if something awful transpires, I shall probably cry. And if it's appropriately dramatic, the scene may well stick with me for days on end (through what I've before referred to as a book-hangover, when a book continues to preoccupy me days after I've finished it).

That same kind of intensity of emotion, without the romantic inclination, happens with public figures we view as heroes (John F. Kennedy is someone who readily comes to mind as a person people "fell in love with" but didn't necessarily want in their beds). The intensity can happen in the opposite direction with our villains as well. In those cases, I think much of what people are involved with isn't the actual person, but rather what the person stands for in their minds. (Thus, sometimes there is rejoicing in death, not necessarily for the end of a life, but for the strength robbed from the symbol a person represents.)

But I think it can also happen with friendships, and this is where it gets hairy, because there are cultural assumptions about intense relationships -- and that these must involve romance. I remember my mother talking about how, when she was a young single woman, she argued with the older women at her church, saying that men and women could have friendships that didn't involve romance. I think we've come a long way in our cultural perceptions since the 70s as far as male-female friendships go, but that equation of intensity and romance often remains. I've been thinking about this as I'm crafting the characters for New Project; a male and female character, both heterosexual, have a very close relationship that probably leads the other characters (and likely the readers) to think they're romantically involved. But they're not, and they never have been. How can that relationship be depicted in such a way that readers will believe there's no sexual tension there, despite the intensity of emotional connection? It's something I'm puzzling out -- while also wondering how I can get people to fall in love with my characters. I'm already a little bit in love with them, of course, but I hope others will feel the same!

* Eponine to Marius, Victor Hugo's Les Miserables -- she, of course, is fooling no one, because "little bit" doesn't even begin to describe how in love with him she was. But I've always liked the quote.
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I'm contemplating a post on why we read (because I think that a lot of what we get out of reading comes from the expectations with which we approach what we read), or the nature of literature vs. a "good book," but they're still percolating. In the mean time, I thought I'd discuss a shopping trip I had yesterday. (I would have posted this yesterday but for a shortage of battery and an early bedtime to help me get over a cold.) Some girls like to spoil themselves with shoes or clothing. I admit that I often spoil myself with books -- sometimes so much so that it's not really special event spoiling.

Today I finished (all but a few details) one of my larger projects, so I decided to celebrate (in part, because I thought it would be helpful to make myself perk up from my cold symptoms). When I like to spoil myself, I often like to go over to the nearby Rock Garden and pick up some gemstones. Just a little bit of tumbled rock to add to my purse collection. Before yesterday, I was carrying a set of moss agate worry beads from Greece, a moss agate worry stone, three six sided agate dice from Turkey, a set of Lapis Lazuli polyhedral dice that were a gift from first-reader Arielle, a Cornish piskie good luck charm, and a lingam stone (which, now that I'm pregnant, maybe should make its way out of my daily carry-all -- while one can apply the adjective "fertile" to imagination, and the idea of fertility in a similar fashion, carrying a stone *for* fertility might not currently be the best use of my bag's space).

My shopping trip involved procuring a gun-metal chain for a carnelian charm -- a bead inside a metal scroll-like frame of an odd color -- I've had for ages and not been able to wear due to only having silver or gold to put it on; citrine for good health; moonstone and abalone in honor of the feminine (good mommy stones/shells, according to the staff there); and a bit of aquamarine, which I asked about before looking at the name -- the insightful staff member asked me when I was due, and funnily enough, aquamarine is the March gemstone, and thus good resonance for my (future) little one. I didn't pick up any pearls (also a stone for motherhood, which I think is particularly sensible given that they have a gestation period themselves), but I have in mind getting some appropriate "mommy" beads and putting them together into a simple bracelet one of these days. I'll probably drag Substrater Michelle along with me, as she's also a jewelry maker and thus will have a better sense for what combines well aesthetically than I'd put together on my own.

I've been interested in gem lore since I was a kid playing a computer game called Conquests of the Longbow, in which one of the challenges was identifying the proper stones for ailments (carnelian for bleeding of the gums, hematite for general blood flow), or for walking the paths of the dead (jet or obsidian), or other random trivia bits. I haven't deconstructed it in a Barfieldian sense as yet, but it's fun to think of individual rocks having meanings greater than their chemical composition. And if a little citrine makes me feel less like coughing? So much the better.
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Back in October, I contributed to Flames Rising's Halloween Horror Creatures series--and since I missed blogging for that whole month, I never mentioned that it had gotten posted! I did a piece on hounds of the Morrigan, using bits and pieces of real Celtic lore mixed with what I thought would be a fun monster, which is accompanied by a cool image from artist Jeff Preston.

Via Barbara Vey's Beyond Her Blog, the Carolina Romance Writers are hosting an online writing workshop using Firefly as the course material. It runs from January 5 through 30, and the cost runs $20. (I don't know what online writing workshops usually charge, but that sounds pretty reasonable to me.) If I thought I could actually commit to the online course structure, I'd definitely be there.

This one's interesting for web comic writers and artists--uclick is not only putting comics into format for iPhones, they are considering creating original content. Cell phones have already had an impact on the comics industry in Japan--whether the industry here will see a positive or negative spin if this catches on, we'll just have to see. And hey, this could be the next Zuda...

In other news, my new first reader (joining prior solo first reader Arielle), [livejournal.com profile] violet_whisper, did an awesome job going over "Rodeo in Area 51" with me. It clocked in at just about 7500 words after an edit I did with her notes. The most exciting part about it, though, was that she really got what I was trying to do. Since I knew from the beginning what the story was about and how it would end, I wasn't sure if all the ideas would come through--they were so clear to me, would another reader pick up on what I was doing? So talking to her about the piece and hearing her thoughts on what the story was all about was a great experience, because it meant that it worked as a whole.

I also just finished reading [livejournal.com profile] mindyklasky's Girl's Guide to Witchcraft. I'd already read Sorcery and the Single Girl, the second book in the series, without realizing I'd started in the middle. Having now read the first two, they actually work pretty well as stand alone novels; some series you have to pick up and read in order or you'll be lost. Klasky's seem to be enhanced by reading the other volumes, but also independent enough that they're still enjoyable out of order. They're both a lot of fun--I'd recommend them to folks have read and enjoyed [livejournal.com profile] shanna_s's "Katie Chandler" series. Both series are good, light-hearted contemporary fantasy without the grit of most urban fantasy or the described-in-detail romance scenes of paranormal romances. And they're fun.
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[livejournal.com profile] sartorias proclaimed it so, and [livejournal.com profile] tltrent put a snippet up on her lj as well, so I thought, hey, why not join the club?

Quick note about writing in general: after a long conversation with former guest blogger and my college mentor Mark Vecchio, I realized I need to make some changes in how I think about my writing work as opposed to my writing. They keep competing with each other, and the paid assignments win. So, they have to stop competing, and the fiction writing has to be its own priority or it won't get done.

This means I actually started following my own rules about sending first reader Arielle some fiction last Friday, and I've been spending more quality time doing fiction writing. I've actually started the WIP novel, and put a little more work into "Rodeo at Area 51," which is the snippet you're getting today.

Here's to the start of a new (and hopefully continually good) trend!

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"If you're offering me work, Mr. Hughes, you sure got a strange way of doing it."

He coughed, just slightly, as the dust from her gloves blew into his face. "Let's just say I've had to learn the hard way about distinguishing fact from fiction," he said. "If you are as good as your reputation suggests, I'm sure this opportunity will intrigue you and benefit us both."

She gestured over her shoulder. "I've still got two days of shooting."

Eddie shook his head dramatically. All right, there was a lot of money in this.

"I'm sure something can be arranged," said Hughes.

And now her manager was practically begging, clasped hands under his chin. If she didn't agree to this, he'd be prostrate soon. "I don't suppose it'd be top secret," she said, trying to keep her voice lazy.

"It would, in fact," Hughes responded, his voice just as tempered as hers. "You'll certainly be able to list us on your extensive resume, but I'm afraid otherwise, the information you receive will be classified."

"All right," she said with a quick nod, and Eddie flashed her two thumbs up. "Talk over the details with Eddie--I assume you've met him--while I get cleaned up. Shouldn't be more than a tic."

Hughes adjusted his jacket and grinned. "Do you always talk like that, Miss Cloud?"

Jo tried to throw Hughes's earlier smirk back at him, though she suspected he was more practiced. "Only in Hollywood, Mr. Hughes. It's part of my image."
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October is my favorite month, so I'm a little sheepish that I entirely missed it here at livejournal. We managed to fill our social schedule to the gills and then collapse thereafter because we were quite exhausted with the hullaballoo, and as I'm sure many of you lj users know, once you stop blogging, getting back in the habit is a challenge.

But here I am, back in action. Over the past month I have (in no particular order):

* turned 29
* applied for a grant for my library
* applied for a grant for myself
* turned in my first ever history article
* had a visit from first-reader Arielle
* had a birthday party, complete with red velvet cake
* had a murder mystery party
* played some role playing games
* worked on writing assignments
* read most of The Immortals series by Joy Nash, Robin Popp, and Jennifer Ashley
* gone to a wedding
* gone to a Halloween party as Death from the Sandman (see below)
* cut my hair
* visited urgent care only once (much better than last month where I was in and out)
* had a cold
* watched The Muppet Movie
* actually relaxed a little bit
* missed a deadline on an essay that I'll be getting to fellow lj user [livejournal.com profile] randyhoyt in the next few days :)
* watched Ironman with friends
* watched Hero with friends who are also LotRO pushers
* run the second session of my 4e Mythic Greece game
* voted
* read a really cute article in PW about a fifth grade class's votes for literary characters
* played through Knights of the Old Republic again
* various and sundry other things that I'm forgetting off the top of my head

Also, on a completely different note, the area behind my apartment today, usually a parking lot, looked like a wuxia movie set. The ground is covered in yellow leaves, which are the same color as the trees from which they fell. I was ready for someone to do some wushu in my yard, just because the colors were perfect.

And now, me as Death:



I hope you've all had a good month! I'll be catching up on blogs slowly, so if I missed a big life change for anyone, I'm very sorry. I'm sure I'll catch on as blog posts continue.
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You should know that I'm not much of an adrenaline junky. I don't like going fast. I don't like scary movies. I like my adventures to be held around a table with dice, or contained on the printed page. But all that said--adrenaline is a darn useful thing. It seems to have kept me going right up through my deadlines over the weekend.

And then, of course, I crashed and burned. Deep coughing in the chest. General misery. I spent most of Tuesday watching rerun sitcoms, which is always an indication to me of just how much my brain is able to process.

So now that my brain seems to be back on my shoulders, here I am back in the blogosphere. On the writing front, Arielle and I changed the date for my deadline, so that *tomorrow* will be my first foray into ongoing fiction deadlines. I'm hoping to touch up some work today that I can send her for initial thoughts.

To test my ability to learn something new, I'm also borrowing a page (actually, some code) from [livejournal.com profile] jimhines. He had a great footer on his blog, and I'm going to see if I can adjust it to what I'm up to. We'll see how it comes out.

Edit: Three tries before success--not too bad!

Edit: *sheepish* Actually, that required a fourth try, as there are two places to change the title of the piece in the code--and I missed the obvious one that showed up. Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] jimhines and [livejournal.com profile] jpsorrow for the correction!




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"Rodeo at Area 51"


 

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