Because why should Patrons have all the
pain fun? Have a snippet-taste of My Youthful Folly, aka “the first fantasy novel LAG ever tried to write (emphasis on ‘tried’) back when she was a baby writer, complete with horrified snark by the much-older-now author. ”
That stopped Manden’s breath in his throat. Ever since that day, seasons ago, when he had felt a god’s whisper in his ear and heard it echo in his voice, he had longed to hear it again, to be the first true Godsinger in three generations (was this ever set up/established? oh hell, why NOT dump some significant worldbuilding and character motivation into the sixth chapter, woo hoo!) then reality slipped back in, and Manden shook his head more than a little regretfully.
“The Coven didn’t reject me – I left them, and I think mostly everyone understood why (technically, he refused a summons, and he has no reason to think they understand at all…meh, details.) even if they didn’t agree. And the gods wouldn’t talk to a Voice who broke the Law of Choice, even to stop the violence.”
This, plus new original fiction, moderately NSFW Rants, and more! is available on a monthly basis via my Patreon. $1/month feeds your need (and helps sustain the feline medical care fund)
If you missed last month’s new story on Patreon, “Trouble in Fear,” you can still sign on and read it – plus the first Pietr Cholis story, “Trouble in Mind”! Otherwise you’re going to have to wait until the series is complete, and then buy the full set…. (and that may not be for another 6+ months! Delayed gratification is all well and fine, but $1/month gets you satisfaction now!)
Meanwhile, we’ve got an exclusive “false start” excerpt from the NewBook, that nobody outside of Patreon will ever see. Hints at what’s coming, and a peek into what my brain is like during first drafts. If that’s your cuppa, anyway. :-)
Coming this week: October’s “WTF is writing?” discussion, the monthly Rant, and more of My Youthful Folly (aka “annotated-with-snark excerpts from the first book I ever tried to write”)….
It is Yom Kippur. I am not fasting (health reasons) and I have to work (there’s nobody to take my shift for me), but I am very much aware of what day it is, what the High Holy Days are, and what it means both to my greater community, and to myself, personally.
In the Jewish tradition, confessing to a sin and repenting does not immediately anoint you with forgiveness. Words are not enough, be they between you and another person, or you and your understanding of God. It is the point of where you recognize and acknowledge that you did wrong, and begin the effort to carry that wrong no further. But it is future actions that earn forgiveness, not merely mouthing the word of repentance.
If I have wronged you unwittingly, if I have harmed you, if I have done damage to you, I apologize. I ask your forgiveness knowing that you are under no obligation to give it. I vow, in this new year, to mind my words, with full knowledge that they can harm as well as heal. I vow, in this new year, to mind my thoughts, with full knowledge that they can damage as well as repair. I vow, in this new year, to make my actions speak my heart: to be gentle with those who are in pain, to be compassionate to those in need, and a guide to those who are lost; to strive to be the better human we have been commanded to be.
There is a divine spark that lights this Universe. I will strive to carry that within me, to share it to those who see only darkness, to deny those who would douse it with cruelty, hate, or spite.
May we all be inscribed and sealed for the new year ahead. And for those of the tribe who are observing, may you have a meaningful fast.
Pleased to say that I’ve signed contracts for my story “Exposure,” to be reprinted in Nightmare Magazine, at some point in the near future.
That story originally appeared in BLOOD MUSE, back in 1995. This will be its…third reprint, I think. Go go go, bittersweet little vampire story!
(It’s about a vampire photographer, one of two stories I wrote about him. I still love that character so much….)
Over the years, I’ve fallen out of the habit of giving general-audience writing advice, because it’s sort of like giving advice on sex: unless you’re an active partner, you really don’t know enough about the person to be useful.
That said, I do have two bits to say, that will hopefully be useful to any creative in any field.
1. Buckle in & prep for a long ride. Some of it will be dark. This may sound facetious; it’s not. Some people enjoy dark rides. Some get scared. Some enjoy being scared. Some throw up. Know your tolerance. And don’t assume your tolerance should be the same as ToughWriter or AwesomeSelfPromoter. They may just have awesome facades, and are melting down inside, too.
2. There’s only one way to write. You sit down. You tell a story. You do it any damn way it comes out that works consistently for you. You hope people like it. You hope people pay you for it. You do it again. And again. That’s all I got. You can cheer me on and I can cheer you on, but in the end? In the end it’s down to how you get your getting done, done. So get it done.
One of the interesting joys of the current story-series is that I’m NOT writing a broken or restricted character – I’m writing a character who has gotten his shit together & is taking on a new, out-of-comfort-zone challenge because he chooses to.
Because the story doesn’t end when the broken bits of a POV character are repaired or justified. Interesting stuff happens after, too. And we don’t have to break them a second or third time to make it interesting.
Kintsugi is about the repaired form as a whole, not just the golden seams.
This post possibly brought to you by reading too damn many “hero/ine is broken in order to BE the hero/ine” story. Which are good and necessary stories, but not the only ones we should be telling.
This month’s Rant has been posted to Patreon, for everyone at the $1+ level. This month’s topic? “SMut and noTHing bUT.” As you might imagine, NSFW for language and discussion of things sexual.
There is also an excerpt from the Files of Shame, and at some point this weekend when the upload co-operates, the Author’s Note.
This month’s story and flash fiction are undergoing rigorous proofreading, and will be up in the next week. There is no smut in either, although dog knows the characters tried…
So if you’re a patron and you’re not seeing this stuff, shake your in-box strenuously, and speak to it in a stern yet commanding voice.
Still I remember. Until I am no more, I will remember. Absent friends, and the friends we never got a chance to meet. The world that ended, and the world that became.
Years pass, decades,
The revising measure of a lifetime
Entire; I stand here still,
Not stone not metal not fire but flesh
To bear the weight, to not fail nor fall some greater trust.
Rise into the skies and ne’er come down again.
© 2012, Laura Anne Gilman
from September’s Patreon story:
“It was about half an hour’s steady walk along a country road, but the air was crisp and dry, and the moon was high enough already that I didn’t feel the lack of streetlights. Or maybe I’d just come a very long way from that New York City boy who thought neon was a color found in nature.”
Not gonna lie, I’m having waaaaaay too much fun writing Pietr, Cara and Neal…
It’s been impossible for anyone in North America with any kind of media access to avoid seeing photos of the Houston flooding disaster, or to miss the worries of what’s about to hit Florida, with Hurricane Irma.
But here in the Pacific Northwest, the sky is a thick grey that, back in NY, would warn of a snowstorm coming. But here it tells me that the winds have shifted again, and Seattle’s getting a hint of the wildfires currently burning. Could be Quarry (only 130 acres, but close, near North Bend), could be Mt Jolly (currently 21,000 acres, near Cle Elum), could be Norse Peak (currently 19,000 acres, near Mt. Ranier)….
NWCC is monitoring 31 different fires burning in Washington and Oregon right now. Few of them are expected to be fully contained until October (and the winter rains). A wet winter caused a good growing season in the spring, and then a hot summer dried everything up. One carelessly tossed cigarette, unattended campfire, or unlucky lightning strike, and thousands of acres and hundreds of homes are lost.
Fire is civilization’s first friend. It’s also one of its worst enemies.
If you’re the good-vibe/prayer sort, our firefighters could use a few, this season.