I know I owe you critiques. And I owe you answers to questions (I haven’t read that yet, so maybe you just made jokes in comments?) because I could barely connect during the visit, including at the hotel. (I think because I ran over my data allowance, so everything loaded like molasses. Cold molasses.
So, I’ve been out of touch, and to make things better the minute we got home Indy needed mommy ALL THE TIME. And Valeria hid, so I was sure she’d run off, and was worried and didn’t sleep.
Did I just do this whole post to tell you that I’m not doing a post?
Kind of. I’m sleepy and dopey, so you know, two dwarves.
But I’m going to tell those of you who are creative you should go out and get amid other writers, and talk writing every so often. This convention in Vegas — Son of Silvercon — was tiny. For several reasons, including the fact yours truly didn’t promote in time.
Next year is in July, so mark your calendars. We’re going. In fact, we’ve been recruited to the concom, I think. Everyone there has, including the kids, probably. (Joking.) Yes, Vegas in July, but guys, who are we kidding? We’re science fiction geeks, so we never go outside, anyway. And the hotel air-conditioning had me in a cardigan, anyway.
There will be pictures. There will be also an announcement of two contests (15 to 20 (years of age, not words) and 21 to 99.) judged by yours truly and a panel of other published/working authors. (Hey, Pam, what are you doing over Winter? Giggles.) Of course, I only mentioned one contest, so…. the adult one might be shot down by the organizer. (Hey Kevin, don’t kill me. I’m two dwarves!) Details soon.
But anyway, part of this is that I got to meet friends (and family) I’d never met except on line. Like M. C. A. Hogarth. With whom I had a long talk, and she thinks my long depression is the result of withholding the heart-book that wants to be written. She might not be wrong. I have a tendency to deny myself what I really want to do. Food for thought.
Anyway, sane posting next week. Cleaning and cat reassurance and catching up on my on-line life I left hanging.
See you next Wednesday.
Mad Genius Club 
22 responses to “On Being Two Dwarves”
Crazy mind here.
I’d love a scene where a person is called a “dwarf” but replies “Dwarf? I’m not a dwarf. You people are giants!” [Crazy Grin]
Good luck, happy trip recovery, and see you next week!
When you are of an inner rebellious nature (not you…of course!) you may be able to squash a need for a period of time…but then that inner rebel will begin to do the gorilla sabotage. A strange message here, a weird voodoo doll there, until finally, it’s blocking mental pathways and blowing up your schedule with “things that must be done” so that you can’t do what you wanted to do. So, write your heart-piece before the inner gorilla goes all Boston Tea Party on you and dumps all your words overboard.
I owe my readers chapters, and I am hilariously, pathetically, horribly late on them. Lack of writing is making me Grumpy, so make that a third dwarf.
Bad temptations are telling me to change All The Things. But we don’t do that when chapters are in front of reader eyeballs as soon as the Post button is smacked. This may be why the Chapter That Ate The Plot won’t go.
Might be time to change jobs soon. The current one is too peopled, and it is cutting in to writing/sleeping/eating time.
I m incredibly grumpy too. I’ll go clean the litter off the floor first though
I think Maggie’s a sharp young lady, hence yes, her heart-book riff is probably excellent food for thought.
Also, in your long talk with her Sarah, I’d be surprised if marketing didn’t come up as well. Checking out her web site, Studio MCAH, a lot of excellent marketing, food for thoughts there also.
I KNOW how to market. I just have issues with time AND focus.
OOPs, sorry, didn’t mean to offend.
LOL. You didn’t. the mad coming through is at ME. My marketing director sucks. But she’s me!
One cannot abuse oneself into better character. At least, that’s what they tell me when I do it. But when I look at all I’ve not got done, it’s kinda hard not to tell myself “wow. You really suck at this.”
Maybe it’s time for incrementalism. I’ll take a little bit better (or a little bit less worse) rather than a slow, steady slide into decrepitude.
Eh. We’ll see. Fifth rewrite ongoing.
M. C. A. Hogarth is most probably true. Even being free of dictates from editorial/publishers, you are still writing ‘to market’. I understand why, but you know where you heart is. (grumble grumble, I say this without taking said advice.)
There are two dwarves inside of you . . .
Me? Doing? Spending as much time as possible all cozy, writing in front of the fireplace like most winters. What are you trying to recruit me to do? (suspicious glower) You know it will work . . .
Um…. help judge a contest? Two, actually.
That should be . . . interesting. (Flashback to reading slush for Baen) Finding the gems among the horrors is always rewarding.
It’s more fun in person, granted. You get together with pizza and soda, and joke, and read, but unless we do it on zoom…. 😉
Are you going to make Foolz Con this year? An extra day, see if we could borrow the Blanket Fort . . .
Hopefully, yes. And that would be amazing.
While I was not able to make this year’s con (had planned on ducking off during a weekend I was originally going to be there for work, then the trip moved) I have gotten the authorization from the SO to do a family trip to Vega in July.
We shall see if I get another for the following year…
It is highly unlikely I will get to go to any cons in the near-ish future. Being antisocial, that’s okay. Not okay is the fact that even antisocial misfits need social activity, lest they go bad. The same way soup goes bad- starts to smell, is bad for you, etc.
Perhaps in a few years things will settle out. SoS sounds like a fun little con. Little ones are usually good. Big ones can be… eh. Was not a huge fan of the last big one I worked.
To future cons! Will we start saying “Next year in Vegas!” like the Jewish do with Jerusalem?
I was wondering what happened to you.
One of my all-time favorite gags from the short-lived cartoon The Critic :
“I did it! Oh, I’m a doc! A happy, sneezy doc!”
yawns
“Ooh, I’m a sleepy happy sneezy doc. If I don’t get to bed, I’ll be a grumpy dopey sleepy happy sneezy doc.”
leaves
leans back into frame
“Bashful?”