12/30/2008

Five minutes of fame!

My five-minute radio play "Hold" will be broadcast on ABC Local* nationwide on Friday morning — right now they're telling me they're planning on 9:30 a.m. Sydney time (5:30 p.m. Thursday New York time). You can listen on your local ABC, or for those not so privileged, you can listen online at http://www.abc.net.au/local/internet_radio/ (probably should pick the Sydney frequency, 702). Apparently I'll be doing a piece to air (aka interview) either before or after the broadcast, so if that interests you, tune in a little early.

Houston happened to hear the call for scripts, and urged me to tune in and get the details. So I did. And I wrote. And I sent. And I won! (I have no idea how many scripts they got; I should have asked Nat, the nice person from the ABC who phoned me with the news.)

Here's hoping this is a good omen for the year to come!!!

*That's the Australian Broadcasting Corporation.

12/29/2008

Nothing happens, yet you can't look away.

One of the reasons I reckon my kid is remarkable is that I can take her, at age 13, with me to see Frost/Nixon (Rolling Stone review here), and we can both be sitting on the edge of our respective seats by the end, clutching one another in an attempt to cope with the dramatic tension. This movie has few, if any, surprises (I am just old enough to remember the interviews happening, and certainly to have read about them many times). But the acting is unbeLIEVable, and the writing and directing absolutely riveting. I definitely recommend seeing it. Bring all the politics-junkies in your family, so you have someone to hang onto during the last half hour or so. (Addendum: one of the trailers was for Milk, about the life and death — and ramifications thereof — of San Francisco Board of Supervisors member Harvey Milk. Margaret said, "I'd really like to see that." So we probably will. My kid the politics and civil-rights geek.)

I am, by the standards of my hometown (Washington, DC), virtually apolitical. But I've realized over the years that what passes for apolitical in DC is, in fact, considered politically obsessed elsewhere. It's something we acquire through drinking the tap water or something. Moreover, I studied politics at the bachelor's and master's level. However, my most comprehensive political education came as a result of the total immersion I had into the state-level parliamentary system by which New South Wales is governed. Once you've spent a few years trying to negotiate the corridors of Byzantium (for such is New South Wales, and I'm being charitable), politics is burned into your soul. Not only that, but you acquire a deep appreciation for — and unease about — the degree to which individual personalities affect larger policies. I'm sure DC friends who have worked on the Hill, or otherwise closer to the actual Great Ones than I did during my time there, will say they found the same thing.

For the writer of spec-fic this is a fabulous opportunity. Great characters plus great plot makes great stories, and it comes in real handy that world-altering politics comes down to the same formula. It means we can use the adventures and insights and adversities of individual characters to build stories of great resonance that still interest readers.

Sidebar: I don't watch much TV at all, and certainly not crime dramas or legal dramas or any of that stuff. So the last thing I remember seeing Frank Langella (who plays Nixon) in was the Broadway production of Dracula, with those fabulous sets by Edward Gorey. Which, I notice, was playing at roughly the same time the Frost/Nixon interviews were taking place. Those wacky 70s!

12/27/2008

International Sendout Month: Sitrep

Once Monday rolls around and the post office opens again, I will mail the sendout that fulfills my vow for International Sendout Month ("I, ____________, do solemnly swear or affirm that by December 31, 2008, every single bloody piece I've written that is ready to send out will, in fact, be out"). Assuming, that is, that I don't get another rejection in before the end of the year. Stats:
  • Four stories sent out (one was sent twice, as the first market rejected it depressingly quickly, so I don't know if you want to count it as four stories or five).
  • Four short plays sent out.
  • Five agents queried re: Mud and Glass.
  • And a partridge in a pear tree.
Results so far: three rejections (one story, two queries), one short-list-and-please-give-us-a-few-months-to-decide-for-sure (story), one request for a partial. And, of course, a partridge in a pear tree. I sure hope there are no more rejections in the next few days, because I really don't have a lot of emotional energy to go running around at the last minute finding new markets for stuff.

In fact, I don't have a lot of emotional energy at all today. I attended the funeral of someone I wasn't close to personally, but for whom I had a lot of respect; moreover, tons of other people I also respect (and am closer to) were very, very cut up. So I'm feeling scraped and listless and discouraged. Come to think of it, it's been a pretty rough day today for a lot of reasons. So maybe I'll go disappear into a riveting, escapist book and push the world away for a while.

12/25/2008

Extreme fantasticity.

I hadn't been planning to post on Christmas Day, but Margaret got a Bill Bailey DVD, and on it was this:



I think you will agree, when you watch it, that it perfectly illustrates the Christmas spirit. The world needs more of this sort of thing. Much, much more. And not just music, either: terrific stories, fabulous sculptures and paintings, beautiful photographs, marvelous dances. See what you can do to help the cause!

12/24/2008

Merry Christimas, everyone!

Whatever your tradition, or lack of tradition, please accept my heartfelt wishes that this holiday season will be full of light and love for you. If there is anger or anguish in any part of your life, I am thinking of you and hoping you find a way through. If there is joy and enthusiasm in your life, I am happy that you have these gifts — use them and share them well! If you are at an ending or a beginning, I wish you courage. If you are wandering, I wish you clarity and stamina. If you despair, I wish you miracles.

With love this Christmas,
Laura

12/23/2008

Schadenfreude

Go to the Cake Wrecks blog. Scroll, look, read, marvel. Do not miss the "older posts" link at the bottom, or you'll tragically overlook gems like this:


For the granddaughter who loves dissecting frogs - formaldehyde frosting optional. (And you know, without the comma "Love Grandma" becomes more of a command. A really creepy one.)

The blogger writes, "A Cake Wreck is any cake that is unintentionally sad, silly, creepy, inappropriate - you name it. A Wreck is not necessarily a poorly-made cake; it's simply one I find funny, for any of a number of reasons. Anyone who has ever smeared frosting on a baked good has made a Wreck at one time or another, so I'm not here to vilify decorators: Cake Wrecks is just about finding the funny in unexpected, sugar-filled places."

Originally spotted on boing boing.

12/21/2008

Christmas cookies, loss, fondness, self-esteem, and unexpected gestures

Exactly a year to the day after I began last year's making of Christmas cookies, I have begun to make the Christmas cookies for this year. It's prompting me to examine the phenomenon of Christmas-cookie-making in my life.

Background: my grandmother, whom I loved beyond words, was a domestic Valkyrie. Martha bloody Stewart had nothing on my grandma (particularly because Grandma did all her house magic out of love, not ostentation or desire for wealth). In all my efforts to create a calm, kind, and welcoming home, I hold myself to the standard my grandma set. It's a memorial of sorts, and part of my personal quest for excellence (with the unfortunate addendum that the quest is not always the finding).

Each year Grandma made a half-dozen (or more) different kinds of cookies for Christmas. Once or twice in a decade, she would try a new recipe, and it would get incorporated into the family traditions (or not, if it wasn't quite as tasty as some of our favorites). My brother and I were taught at a very early age how to ice the sugar cookies and draw outlines and faces on the gingerbread people with these really cool icing-squirter things Grandma had. As we grew, we were entrusted with rolling and cutting and dropping blobs onto baking sheets. Eventually, we were allowed near the heat source. (My mom, having no interest in kitchen matters whatsoever, was happy to let these skills skip a generation.)

Exactly a year ago, I began the cookie process only to find — to my horror — that through chronic neglect all my cookie cutters had disintegrated into rusty grit. This was humiliating. I had gone so many Christmases without making cookies that my own cookie cutters had risen up in judgment against me and expired in despair. I posted a wailing blog entry to this effect.

Two weeks (or so) later, we were visiting some of my very first, and most treasured, Australian friends as part of our holiday festivities. That's when Carolyne, with a half-smile, handed me my Christmas present: a set of cookie cutters (some copper, some stainless, all rust-resistant). And I hadn't even known she read my blog! That's the unexpected gesture, which warmed my heart and, now that cookie season is here again, gives me the chance to keep up a family tradition, honor my grandmother, and make lots of cookies to offer to family and friends (and myself).

12/19/2008

My TOC buddies for Masques

Gillian Polack has posted the list of authors and stories for the forthcoming anthology Masques she is co-editing for the Canberra Science Fiction Guild. I feel very cool indeed to be TOC buddies with these people (and most particularly to have finally achieved one of my Writing Goals: to be TOC buddies with Jason Fischer).

12/17/2008

New sub-genres

Once upon a time, cyberpunk was new. And so was steampunk. Somebody was the first, or a handful of people were the first, to figure out some new characteristic properties.

How much standardization on trope and aesthetic is needed to define a sub-genre, and how little? When does it cross the line into rigidity and triteness, or degenerate into vagueness? And, more importantly, how can I get me some of that we-love-you-and-will-buy-your-books-in-our-thousands sub-genre mojo?

12/13/2008

Word Juju: Towards a Theoretical Framework

I have an editing gig at the moment. While it's nice to be earning a little money, and I always enjoy a good coal-mining document (doesn't everyone?), it takes up quite a bit of my time. Even more, it takes up a lot of my word juju. After spending six or seven hours making the words go right, in this case someone else's, I don't have a lot of energy left to come up with my own words and make them go right.

What I do have is a sense of unease and emptiness because I haven't been writing. I'm sure there's some aspect of the theory of word juju that accounts for these two different energies: the yin, the negative, the emptiness that needs to be filled with words, and the yang, the pressure that brings words forth. Deplete the yang, and the yin starts to howl with hunger. In a hideous irony, this is just when one is least able to feed it.

This is, of course, only the beginnings of a theoretical framework of word juju. I still need to incorporate the idea of story, the dynamic between writer and reader, the influence of the physical world (such as, say, the need of writers to eat and have a place to live, and how that affects the directions in which they apply their word juju), and on and on.

Do you reckon there's a Ph.D. in there for me?

12/12/2008

Something just occurred to me.

Here are all the ways I can think of for someone to reach me:
  • Regular landline phone (with answering machine)
  • Mobile/cell phone (with voice mail)
  • Skype (phone and video)
  • SMS
  • Email (three different addresses)
  • Facebook mail or comments
  • Redroom.com mail or comments
  • Twitter personal messages or @ messages
  • Blog comments
  • NaNo mail (although I don't check it much outside of NaNoWriMo; same with Frenzy mail outside of Script Frenzy)
  • Chat (several different systems)
  • Snailmail
And I consider myself to be inclined more than a little toward solitude. I wonder what this list would look like for someone who's really gregarious.

12/10/2008

Anagrams

Found on Satima Flavell's blog: the Internet Anagram Server (or "I, rearrangement servant").

Laura E. Goodin can also be:
  • Aureola Dingo (what a nom de plume that would be!)
  • Adagio Rune Lo (character name!)
  • Naiad Lure Goo (now that's just disturbing)
  • Algae Odour In (and that's just embarrassing)
  • Again Old Roue (although "roué" is something I will never be)
  • Iguana Dolore (another pen name?)
  • Aria Duel Goon (there's a story in there)
  • Dear Guano Oil (an advice columnist)
  • Guard Aeon Oil (another story — what's aeon oil, and why must it be guarded?)
And on...and on....

It's getting warmer as Christmas approaches.

Does that sound odd to you? Thirteen years here, and it still sounds odd to me. But the world is round, and tipped on its axis, and so there are fresh mangoes for Christmas (yay!) and real Christmas trees are very hard to find and quite expensive (boo!).

My grandparents collected Currier & Ives prints. Not sure why, because even the most gushing admirers of the oeuvre would be hard-pressed to call these prints high art. And yet there was a certain evocativeness about some of them. This one, for example:


Far be it from me to idealize snowy winters in the country — I spent too many hours trudging with stingingly cold toes through the snow (boots notwithstanding) to do that. But there is a certain sere beauty the mountains acquire when the leaves have fallen; and a winter sunset can glow through the cirrus like gauze-wrapped brass. This print does a pretty good job of capturing such an afternoon.

Miss it?

Oh, yes.

12/08/2008

Eventually I'll get all blasé and stop posting this stuff...

...but not yet. My Favorite Critic, Tansy Rayner Roberts, has included "The Miner's Tale" in her list of favoritest stories in the whole wide world for 2008 (not just the Australian ones). Just go have a look at the other authors — it reads like a list of Laura's Spec Fic Heroes. Thanks, Ms. Roberts!!!

Will 2009 live up to 2008? Will it — could it — even surpass it?

(Shout-out to my Clarion buddy Peter, who also made Ms. Roberts's 2008 international list!)

12/05/2008

Looks like 2008 will have been a big year for me, writing-wise.

It seems I've sold another story, to an anthology that will be released (I'm assuming in 2009) by the Canberra Science Fiction Guild, called Masques. Cool!

12/04/2008

Tansy Rayner Roberts is my New Best Friend.

Not only does Tansy Rayner Roberts really like my story "The Miner's Tale," she's put it as one of her tops for the year in her latest post on the Last Short Story blog. (I believe her exact phrase is "Awesomest of the Awesome." Shucks, Ms. Roberts.)

The Last Short Story team as a whole did not put "The Miner's Tale" on their year's-best list (oh, well), but they did post the list on the blog. Note to all: eleven of the 30 stories were by a Clarion South 2007 student or tutor. That's a bloody high rate if you ask me. And Gardner Dozois tried to tell us that the odds were against us being, as a group, magnificent. Ha!, I say, and again, ha! (Although one could argue that including the tutors, who were invited to be our tutors because they already were magnificent, is not playing fair. I say phooey: the distinction is a false one! Are we not Clarion???)