Les Semaines

November 30, 2008

what I'm thinking and doing § what I'm listening to § what I'm reading
what I'm writing § retrospective: old journal


Post T-day Post

The only day I worked this week was Monday, and I spent the rest of the week on holiday. Ah, sleeping in. Such a delight!

We spent a day and a half of it doing a writing retreat, and spent Thursday cooking and eating (Jim just brought me a final slice of the pumpkin pie).

I spent a lot of the week reloading various news websites and working on straightening out a big mess I'd made in my study.

I have done practically nothing about preparing for the holidays, and nothing with my huge backlog of email and Ectophiles' Guide things. I have to say, it was nice doing nothing much. Baking, cooking, messing about in the house. Then writing and doing a bit of socializing with good friends at Thanksgiving and the writing retreat time and this morning at brunch for a friend who was in town.

This is the life. Jim says I can blame him for being boring.

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Not really spending much time with new stuff. I'm trying to figure out if I really like Emily Jane White or just miss that stage of Cat Power.

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Devon Monk's paranormal romance novel, Magic to the Bone is smart, vivid, and hard to put down. I've had mixed results trying these novels, but loved this one. It's the story of a woman in an alternate contemporary world where there is magic, but each spell has its cost. Unfortunately, people are able to off-load that cost on others, and Allie is a Hound, someone who can track who has done that. She gets caught up in a massive conspiracy and in the course of it meets a very interesting man. Absorbing.

Elizabeth Bear's SF/fantasy end-of-the-world novel, All The Windwracked Stars is just as beautifully written as the title would suggest. It's a story of more than one end of the world. Of angels and post-humans, warriors and wolves. I found myself reading it wishing I understood just a little more about what was going on, but I still couldn't put it down.

Didn't quite love Marilynne Robinson's Home as much as I did Gilead, but it still was a powerful and evocative novel.

Rachel Neumeier's young adult fantasy novel, The City in the Lake was rich and magical. It's the story of a magical kingdom when the prince just disappears, and how that affects his elder brother, a bastard, and a young mage who is just learning her way. Though the tropes were familiar, the way the fantasy was dealt with fresh and alive.

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We had a day and a half writing retreat. Had trouble getting into it at first but finally broke through and did some good revision.

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Retrospective: old journal

February 11, 1995

I'm always surprised when it has been so long since I wrote. December was hectic--most weekends I worked on the Urban Design: Reshaping Our Cities proceedings and edited it evenings during the week.

December 12 we read at Elliott Bay. So many of our friends were there, it truly felt like a celebration of Jim's grant and my new book. Everyone was wonderul, and Elliott Bay sold all but one copy of the book. About sixty people there, which is astonishing for a poetry reading.

Then lost in work and preparing for Christmas and then the flood in our basement and all the unsettled fuss that caused. Still not near finished dealing with that.

Last weekend we went up to Victoria. Sunday Mom had a reception for her friends, who fussed over me, and one called poor Jim "the husband of the newly famous." Heh. Monday night we read at Hawthorne Books from the new chapbooks they produced. Jim's first publication. A lot of people there, too, for the space, including old friends and strangers.

Bought the print (a copy of a proof, actually) from Alison Skelton, too, which I love, which was used for the cover of Spells.

Been finding homes for the chapbooks, too, and already need more.

Threee things I've been thinking about that I want to get down before I lose them.

Novel idea--from the viewpoint of the faery exchanged with a human and put into the human world.

Heard An English Ladymass last night, and the beginnings of a woman's voice as her mind wanders during mass.

And The Corn King and the Spring Queen, which I just finished reading, made me think about the functional differences between men and women and what they do for society's fertility. Then men seeding the corn but the women holding it and making it grow. Romantic and separatist, but also based on the simple physiological differences. The man must die for his people, but the woman must bear. [Never wrote any of these things.]

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