Project 2: "Only in the corner, in a small box, was there notice of unrest between several “anxious young men” over “matters political.” But it did not say what those matters had been, nor how it had been resolved."
"Even after her death Carrie Fisher is having none of your bullshit.
Heather Ross, a friend of Fisher's, spoke to a local radio station in Tucson, AZ. about her experience with sexual assault in Hollywood. On the 94.9 Morning Mix, Ross recalled inappropriate advances from a big name producer and how Fisher made clear she had a zero-tolerance policy for that kind of behavior.
After Ross was assaulted by "an Oscar-winning producer" – not Weinstein, but another – Fisher was furious. After the initial shock and fear wore off, Fisher ran into the producer at Sony and delivered him a package.
"It was a cow tongue from Jerry’s Famous Deli with a note that said, ‘If you ever touch my darling Heather or any other woman again, the next delivery will be something of yours in a much smaller box.’”
The cow tongue was all Fisher's idea, natch, and she made sure to deliver it in person and watch him open the box."
Also, Trump has apparently tweeted (what else) that NBC should lose their broadcast license for, um...being critical of him, apparently.
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")....
Solution? Grabbed one of the ticky-tac dots we use to keep the rugs in place, cut it in half, and hey-presto, emergency dress tape!
I feel like my former theater wardrobe mistress would have been proud.
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.
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/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.
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
(originally posted on http://www.lauraannegilman.net/this-day-
and for those for whom it may help, I write about dealing with the emotional and psychological aftermath for #Holdontothelight: http://www.
(Joking. Mostly. Kinda. Maybe.)
I'm writing again, after a summer of seemingly endless interruptions, but not as quickly as I'd like. On the plus side, the Patreon story-series is flowing like crazy. I guess it's true: sometimes you have to walk away from people (characters) to want to come back to them...
and ...Pietr, you spent way too much time in NYC.
"Nobody needed that kind of tsurus, without they were working off a lot of bad karma."
Back in the PNW (did you notice I was gone?)
Trouble in Mind (and a new story-series!)
Meanwhile, this is a PSA for Americans:
This year’s enrollment period for ACA is short, November 1 to December 15.
And I already have no brain left, after one day. Oops.
And I still have a shitload to do tonight, both GISHy and work-related, so I'm going to inflict upon you a punny that requires a certain level of multi-denominational as well as fannish knowledge, but amuses the ever-loving fuck out of me, so I’m going to share anyway.
When I, I Jew, meet a Muslim friend, I say shalom, and they in turn say to me, salaam. At which point our Eastern Orthodox friend cries out, “now kiss!”
(I crack me up.)
Which is to say, most of us are whinging and sulking and moving as little as possible.
It doesn't help that there are also wildfires up north (in Canada) and southwest of here, and the smoke's come all the way down here to visit, too.
A lot of stuff tumbling around in my life right now, most of which either makes for boring blogging, or really can't be blogged about right now. So hey, have some promotional post!
LAWLESS LANDS: Tales from the Weird Frontier, which includes my story “Boots of Clay,” as well as stories from many other fine folk, is now available via Amazon, B&N or direct from the publisher.
From Whence You Came,” (Sea serpents, magicians, cranky scholars, and a Very Large Ooops!) is on sale for $1.99 this month at BookVewCafe.com! SF Signal called it "a thoughtful examination of the consequences of magic”!
And, of course, there’s my - a new short story every month, for $1! (And the proceeds help keep my CatofSize in insulin).
and last, but certainly not least, , the anthology edited by yours truly and Kat Richardson, is now available for pre-order on Kindle and Kobo! Plus, check out the gorgeous cover!
Main suspected causes of the fires? Human. Odds of them being from assholes setting off firecrackers in dry conditions over the 4th? High.
I'd say some people just can't resist making bad situations worse, but the truth is, these people don't put that much thinking into it. Pretty sure they're not putting much thinking into ANYTHING.
When the future writes humanity's obit, cause of death will probably be "terminal dumbassedness."