Oh, Wednesday. I love you, but it’s so hard to be productive. The afternoon whizzes by in a haze of ultimate frisbee, grocery shopping, and cooking.
Luck for Hire is at 25,731 words.
No cuts. Eric liked the last scene I was working on. 2841 to my Skirt Chaser hard goal. (It has been pointed out that my carrot is particularly carrot-y. I’m going to "reward" myself with running 3 miles.)
Nothing yet today. I need to have good evening. I’m going to have to set up teams and a schedule for VOTS league probably tomorrow. And I’ll probably have some NYF web stuff to do before the weekend too. And then NYF.
I’ve settled into a habit of writing late a night, starting at about 9pm and going to 1-3am. I suppose it’s working well enough, but if that’s my schedule, I need to take better advantage of my days to get other stuff done.
Sent one Model Species query out yesterday. No other writing and only a small bit of reading done.
Dust by Elizabeth Bear
I read this on suggestion of the Women of Science Fiction book club. I would not have read it otherwise.
I did not finish this book.
I tried. Honestly, I did. But at page 250, I just kept thinking to myself, “There are other books you could be reading. Why aren’t you reading those?”
Part of the reason I kept at this book as long as I did is that I can’t quite put my finger on what I dislike about it. Many of the problems I had earlier in the book (see below) are pretty much answered as the world is revealed. And I have to give Bear props for that. I don’t expect that everything be utterly clear about a world that I’m being dropped into. Playing with medieval tropes in a science fiction setting is interesting as well, but kind of leaves me feeling like it tries too hard. I guess my problem is that I’m not really interested in the world or the characters at all. I just haven’t figured out why I’m not interested.
Rather fond of Gavin the basilisk, though.
“Hope” by Michael A. Burstein (Destination:Future)
It would seem that people in science fiction stories have never read science fiction stories because they are always dubious of time traveler. It might be nice to see someone really play with that trope.
“I’m Alive, I Love You, I’ll See You In Reno” by Vylar Kaftan (Lightspeed, June 2010)
This is 90% a relationship story with sci-fi trappings and 10% musing on the relationship problems that would actually be caused by relativistic travel.
via Jamie Todd Rubin