My goodness, I'm tired. Although it turns out that I like Whiskey and Water better than I expected. Ten years after writing it, it's a pretty good book. So now I know what the half-life for novel trauma is...
Once I do a little work on copy and the cover, we may even find it up on Amazon and B&N and such. But that will not happen tonight. Tonight I am just happy the proofreading is done.
All that's going to happen tonight is me falling over.
Tea today: Upton gen mai cha, which is my favorite tea in the world right now.
Teacup today: The cup is Westbrook, bought at a local barn sale, and the saucer is Wedgewood, off ebay. They match pretty good, I think. In direct sunlight, you can see a slight difference in the shades of the green.
Florence + the Machine make everything better.
A starred review from Library Journal.
* Bear Elizabeth, Karen Memory. Tor. Feb. 2015. 352p. ISBN 9780765375247. $25.99; ebk. ISBN 9781466846340. SF
The Gold Rush town of Rapid City is just about what you would expect in a frontier community catering to the mining trade: rough, violent, and full of prostitutes. Karen is a “soiled dove” working at Madame Damnable’s establishment, where she and her sisters in trade serve a more respectable crowd than the poor girls who work the cribs at the waterfront. When one of those young women escapes and runs to Madame’s for help, she brings the wrath of the crib owner, Peter Bantle, on the house. Bantle, in addition to bring a vicious bully, seems to have a device that can control people’s minds.
Verdict Bear (Steles of the Sky; Blood and Iron) pumps fresh energy in the steampunk genre with a light touch on the gadgetry and a vivid sense of place. Karen has a voice that is folksy but true, and the entire cast of heroic women doing the best they can in an age that was not kind to their gender is a delight. Ably assisted by a U.S. Marshal and his Comanche posseman, Karen and the ladies kick ass.
In other news, the tea today was Upton's cherry bancha, which I do not like much but this was the last of it. and the teacup today was a traditional English-style pottery mug from SRS-Grunden Pottery, based in Oak Bluffs Massachusetts. She does lovely, lovely work.
I'm still working on proofing the Whiskey and Water ebook. Also, I went climbing tonight. And there was snow.
For everybody who has emailed me looking for the out-of-print Whiskey and Water in ebook...
We baked you an Urban Fantasy storybundle! Contains a previously unpublished Jim Butcher Harry Dresden collection, along with books by me (Elizabeth Bear), David Farland, Kevin J. Anderson, Vicki Petersson, Carole Nelson Douglas, Michael A. Stackpole, P.N. Elrod, Peter J. Wacks, and Rhiannon Paille.
For StoryBundle, you decide what price you want to pay. For $5 (or more, if you feel generous), you'll get the basic bundle of five books in any eBook format—WORLDWIDE. If you pay $14 (or more, if you feel generous), you'll get the five bonus books as well.
Bundle buyers have a chance to donate a portion of their proceeds to charity. We're currently featuring The Challenger Center,Mighty Writers, and Girls Write Now.
Bundle buyers have a chance to donate a portion of their proceeds to charity. We're currently featuring The Challenger Center, Mighty Writers, and Girls Write Now.
The Urban Fantasy bundle runs for three weeks only. Whiskey and Water is out of print, so this is the only ebook--and the only non-used version--available. Also, Kevin J. Anderson's Working Stiff, Vicki Pettersson's The Reordering, and the Harry Dresden Working for Bigfoot books are not available anywhere else.
And Whiskey and Water features brand new cover art by Jenna Kass.
The initial titles in the bundle (minimum $5 to purchase) are:
Neon Noir by Carole Nelson Douglas
Nightingale by David Farland
Whiskey and Water by Elizabeth Bear
Working Stiff by Kevin J. Anderson
Villains by Rhiannon Paille
If you pay more than the bonus price of just $14, you'll get another five books:
The Reordering by Vicki Pettersson
Tricknomancy by Michael A. Stackpole
Hair of the Wolf by Peter J. Wacks
The Devil You Know by P. N. Elrod
Working for Bigfoot by Jim Butcher
The bundle is available for a very limited time only, via http://www.storybundle.com. It allows easy reading on computers, smartphones, and tablets as well as Kindle, Nook, and other ereaders via file transfer, email, and other methods. You get multiple DRM-free formats (.epub and .mobi) for all books, but after the three weeks are over, the bundle is gone forever
It's a cover reveal and some terrible teasing!
A couple of weeks ago, I had an emergency need for some amazing art, and I naturally emailed my friend Jenna Kass, a NYC-based illustrator. I had in mind licensing an old piece of hers, but she was no longer satisfied with the quality of that work, and so we struck a deal that she'd do me a new painting.
And she did. (She tells the story here. I honestly did not mean to give anyone apoplexy!)
So, dear readers, as some of you have commented, it's currently impossible to get an ebook copy of Whiskey and Water, what with it being out of print and all.
Well, without further ado let me present the new cover for Whiskey and Water.
And because I am a horrible tease, details will follow--soon, I promise!--as to how you can get your very own copy! (Ebook only currently, but we'll see what happens.)
We made a book! It looks like One-Eyed Jack is available a little early from Amazon (and possibly from your local independent bookstore--check there first, they love to order things for you!) both as Kindle and trade paperback.
(Barnes and Noble should be in the game soon, I am assured.)
Oh, look! It's on Barnes and Noble!
Now, off to sign at Fantask in Copenhagen with that boy I like in an hour and a half! Eeeeeeee!
A Novel of the Promethean Age
Publication Date: August 13, 2014
Yes, for reals this time, and now with a shiny new cover.
The One-Eyed Jack and the Suicide King: personifications of the city of Las Vegas—its history, mystery, mystical power, and heart...
When the Suicide King vanishes—possibly killed—in the middle of a magic-rights turf war started by the avatars of Los Angeles, a notorious fictional assassin, and the mutilated ghost of Benjamin “Bugsy” Siegel—his partner, the One-Eyed Jack, must seek the aid of a bizarre band of legendary and undead allies: the ghosts of Doc Holliday and John Henry the steel-driving man; the echoes of several imaginary super spies, decades displaced in time; and a vampire named Tribute, who bears a strikingresemblance to a certain long-lost icon of popular music.
All stories are true, but some stories are truer than others.
Paula Guran at Prime Books has made an offer on Promethean Age 5, aka One-Eyed Jack and the Suicide King. Probably publication around the middle of next year!
Let's hear it for Big Gay Urban Fantasy.
(I should mention that this book takes place between Blood & Iron and Whiskey & Water, except the bits that take place long before either, and it's on the opposite coast. So it totally functions as a stand-alone novel.)
Now to grab some dinner and write a couple of reviews.
The excitement never stops.
Page 200 achieved. I am halfway done with the first pass of the revision process. Tomorrow, we go for page 300, and Monday, hopefully, we finish the line edits and notes for what to do later.
Then we can start the process of actually rewriting, fixing the stupid bits, adding content, and so on.
In a totally uncharacteristic reaction, I'm enjoying this revision. In fact, I am full of ideas for nifty plot developments that, if I had had them in 2007 when they would have been useful, would have made the process of writing this fucking thing much more like a voyage of joyous discovery and much less like Bogey dragging the African Queen through the leech-infested delta.
Huh. maybe I should write more books with no discernable plot and lots of snark.
Also, Tragic Tristen is Tragic. He probably should have known what he was getting into from the name I assigned him, but characters. They're incurable optimists and they never read the fine print.
An interesting thing about The Discipline: not only in general is my mood better (and more stable), but I can tell when I need to eat because I become incredibly crabby. Like right now. Hey, it's been a lot of hours since lunch. I think I need to go kill something to tide me over to dinner, which TBRE is in the kitchen making, but it may be a while. OMG food.
In any case, the only think left to unpack are a few boxes of random phneh, and since I haven't any idea where most of that is going to live, well, I'll just have to sort that out over the next couple of days, I guess. I think I need a junk drawer. Or maybe a junk closet. Or maybe I need a big garbage bucket. *g*
In any case, so tired now.
Good mail today, as not only did the CEM for By the Mountain Bound arrive, but so did a royalty check for Blood & Iron--five whole dollars, and seventy-four cents. Which means it's sold through the advance, finally, which is excellent news. Also, it means royalty season is upon us, which means maybe another check or two will follow.
In other words, huzzah!
The dog did not get brushed and the floor did not get washed, but a great deal of other work happened. Tonight is going to that chat and then I'm going out dancing with rikibeth, so now tomorrow's honeydew list looks like:
write a scene or two of One-Eyed Jack & the Suicide King
start reviewing the By the Mountain Bound CEM
unpack a box
fill out customs forms for the lingering international booksale shipments (I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I had to unpack more boxes to find them, they're really really going out this week)
Let's see how much of it I get done.
As part of the Summer of The Promethean Age Extravaganza (brought to you by Roc books, in cooperation with, well, me), the mass market paperback of Blood & Iron (probably already available in a brick & mortar store near you) officially ships tomorrow--for the inexpensive mass-market paperback price of $7.99. It's also available at Mysterious Galaxy and Amazon, along with all the other usual suspect. Of course, I encourage you to patronize an independent bookseller near you, if you happen to have one tucked in a corner somewhere.
In other news making today excellent, I just heard from my fabulous Tor editor casacorona, and she is accepting my revisions of By the Mountain Bound, which means the book is delivered, I get paid, and I don't have to touch it again until the CEM comes home to roost sometime in 2009. *\o/*
And we're edging up on fabulousity, because my publication schedule between now and October is insane. For the rest of the year:
Blood & Iron reprint mmpb: June 3 ($7.99)
Ink & Steel original trade paperback: July 1 ($14.00)
A Companion to Wolves reprint mmpb: July 29 ($6.99) (with truepenny, of course. Also, she and I have a short story in the VanderMeer's forthcoming Fast Ships, Black Sails anthology)
Hell & Earth original trade paperback: August 5 ($14.00)
All the Windwracked Stars original trade hardcover: October 28 ($24.95)
And of course, the original mmpb of Dust ($6.99), the reprint trade paperback of New Amsterdam ($14.95), and the entire first season of Shadow Unit (A quarter of a million words of fiction!) (absolutely free but for the large guilt-riddling eyes of starving writers!) are already available. As is the Ellen Datlow edited Del Rey Book of Science Fiction and Fantasy.
Yanno? That's a pretty awesome year, that is. I strongly suspect I will never have one quite that insane (at least for new material) again. Especially since I had to save up material for a long time to pull that off. *g*
So it doesn't matter that I kind of sucked at climbing tonight (three days of solid typing are not the best way to prepare for anything demanding grip strength). Because the world is bright and wonderful. And my fiction schedule for the next two years now looks like this....
Finish and revise Chill
Revise Seven for a Secret
Finish "The Red in the Sky is Our Blood."
Finish two Shadow Unit episodes for season two, tentatively titled "Wind-Up Boogeyman" and "Smoke & Mirrors."
If Roc buys Promethean Age 5 & 6, revise One-Eyed Jack & the Suicide King
Rewrite The Sea thy Mistress (Edda of Burdens #3) which is basically writing a whole new book, because it was the second novel I ever finished, and, er. Yeah. Like that. Not so much leaving the house in that dress, missy.
Write some Shadow Unit for season three.
I may try to write PA 6 in 2009 as well, maybe. I may have to, but I'm going to see if I can get a longer spread between book in that series now, because while there may be people who can write three books a year indefinitely, I suspect I am not one of them.
....out of contract all over the place. Oh noes! Starvation looming! Better sell some foreign rights, or hope I have a brilliant idea about something... or that somebody keeps buying those PA books. 0.0
Blood & Iron is going to be a graphic novel in France, brought out by Soleil Productions. Or more precisely, three graphic novels--volume 1 is forthcoming in January '09 (tentatively), and a second and third volume should follow on a yearly schedule.
It will be a French translation, obviously. No word yet if or when there may be an English version, but as Soleil does work with Marvel, there is hope. (It may wind up being a little like that classic Late Night With David Letterman bit where he had a team of translators take the Beatles' "Yesterday" from English through six other languages and back again, but then again, that might be an improvement! You never know!)
This pleases me no end. As some of you know, B&I started life as a graphic novel script, so in a way it's come full circle. And I get to fulfull my twenty-year ambition of seeing the Kelpie on a splash page.*
So here's to a glorious future for Sang et Fer, yah?
*::puts a quarter in the pun jar without even being ordered::
I just emailed the page proof corrections for Hell & Earth back to Jessica-my-editor. There were 14 of them in total. The Stratford Man is done.
I started work on this duology at Christmas of 2002, is anybody was wondering.
Wow, that feels... weird. Good. But weird.
I think, except for Shadow Unit stuff, I get the weekend off.
ETA: Hey! This means I can spend all day tomorrow watching Soap on DVD and eating junk food! Wooo!
1) Profound and heartfelt thanks to everybody who offered opinions on my Quest for a New Laptop. I'm still not sure what I'm going to wind up with; I suspect I need to go down to a computer store and bang on keyboards a little. I even contemplate trying out a Mac for longer than fifteen minutes, on the theory that that might be long enough to get over my visceral revulsion for the interface, though how I'd manage that I'm not sure.
2) Thanks for the congratulations on the prematurely released Hugo nomination.The complete list of Hugo and Campbell award nominees is here. Congratulations to scalzi, autopope, scott_lynch, casacorona (**points! MY EDITOR! MINE!), pnh, ianmcdonald, ellen_datlow, maryrobinette... and whole bunches and bunches of people who are not on livejournal.
The Campbell Tiara (yet another opportunity to look like a demented elf prince!) may be viewed here.
"Tideline," my nominated story, may be read here. And I'm guessing Asimov's is likely to put it up on the web too, and I will link it if they do.
3) Latest Criminal Minds fandom kerfuffle over leaked information from an upcoming issue of EW: my personal inclination is that the most entertaining possibility is the one where nobody on the team knows who the Daddy is, and they have to wait for the DNA test to come back...
Oh, wait. That's As the World Turns. ;-)
4) Livejournal boycott:
I'm not participating (obviously), and I won't be packing up for InsaneJournal any time soon--for a number of reasons.
One is because well, LJ hasn't actually done anything in contravention of their terms of service, and the revelation that this company is run by grasping money-hungry capitalists who disrespect their user base makes it exactly like every other company in the world. Corporations have no conscience. They are inherently sociopathic.
Two is because I have a permanent account, which means that not only is LJ not making any more money off me (except indirectly, by way of people coming to LJ to read this journal (God knows why you'ddo that) and thus encountering their ads), I don't have to look at their damned advertising.
Three is because, well, I have looked at InsaneJournal. Which site is exceedingly advertising-cluttered.
5) It's spring!
1) I might make 40K on the book today. Please God, let me make 40K on the book today. If I didn't have two conventions between now and then, I might actually be able to finish the dratted thing by April 21. Since I have I-Con and Penguicon to contend with, it's looking likely to be May. And then I have a novelette and a novella I have to write on exceedingly short notice.
Also in here somewhere, page proofs on Hell & Earth and All the Windwracked Stars. And finishing up "Ballistic" with the team, and doing the really real final draft of "Overkill."
So, in other words, Deathmarch continues until further notice. Or, as coffeeem and I have taken to saying to each other lately, "I'll think about that in June."
And then I get to fall down. And take a break until I have recovered enough to work on the edits on By the Mountain Bound and start plotting out Grail. Oh, and revise One-Eyed Jack & the Suicide King, if Roc decides they want to buy Promethean Age #s 5 and 6.
2) Am I signing up for programming at WisCon? I dunno. I have to decide this weekend. And figure out what my schedule for driving to I-Con is.
3) Today I have to go to the grocery store, cancel my old gym membership, call a DMV, and call somebody else I've forgotten I'm supposed to call, but I have it written down.
4) And then write eight pages. Or preferably a little more, as tomorrow is a busy day, and I suspect there will be minimal wordcount. Maybe I should buy some beer while I am at the grocery store. I should definitely buy some more naproxen.
5) But first, I have to shower for my massage therapy appointment. Because nobody likes a smelly patient.
One from when he was just a lad, "The Rest of Your Life in a Day."
And one set about a year before Blood & Iron, "Cryptic Coloration."
Also, I was a good Bear today and worked hard:
Progress notes for 19 March 2008
New words: 2012
Total words: 30562
Deadline: May 1
Mammalian assistance: Dear Cat, when you have food, treats, toys, a clean litterbox, fresh water, and I have made sure your
Reason for stopping: food and a bath
Darling du jour: Age and treachery, all right. In that she made him feel old. Old and overcautious.
Tyop du jour: the raws of his floodlamp, moisture-doted, Birds'-next soup
Jury-rigging: skipped ahead two chapters because I was going strong with Benedick, and I wanted to stay in his POV. I'll go back and start the other bit tomorrow.
There's always one more quirk in the character: Benedick really is Jamie Hyneman. I can tell, because he has a Rich Internal Life. This makes his POV a lot of fun to write. Chelsea may be developing a personality, finally. She needs more of one on the next draft.
Today's words Word don't know: cryo, whiffled, planetfall, affectless, murfle, deadswitch, regrown, thorned, thornbrake, downclimbing, golds, ghosty, incandescents, overstory, floodlamps, spiderweb,
Words I'm Surprised Word Do Know: bioluminescence, bedazzlement
Sustenance: stuffed portobello mushrooms. coffee. I am excited becauseI only have one more pot of the mediocre coffee left, and then I can start using the good stuff again.
Also, I am wondering if I can find a good recipe for chicken breast with grapefruit compote or something for tonight, as I have here a chicken breast and a grapefruit, that need to be used up.
Mean Things: giant arthropods, feeling old
Other writing-related work: Easter egg contest stuff for SU
Miles to Lothlorien: 248.2
Guitar practice: finger-picking yesterday. Need to work on scales and strum patterns and that damned F chord today.
You don't even think about the plot structure at this point, or character arc, or narrative development, Because it's too late! The relationship is over! It's like going through your wedding album after the divorce! All you can do is pick the scabs and think, "If only I had known then what I know now--"
Occasionally, though, you find a sentence or a phrase you don't hate.
So far, I have found two:
"immoral as glaciers, righteous as stones." and "A raven with a crooked wing perched upon an eave, smiling as well as could be expected."
Those can stay.
The rest of the book, I'm not so sure about, right now.
In other news, songlyrics.com exists to provide the definitive proof that most people cannot handle a close reading to save their lives.
And she's got red lipstick and a bright pair of shoes.
She's got kneehigh socks for to cover a bruise.
As a writer, I find that when I'm working with a historical person, there comes a moment when one tiny detail, one little anecdote, makes them snap into reality for me. Pop. The telling detail. The perfect thing. Bang, the person makes sense, and I know them, and I can write them properly.
I've had a hard time finding one of those for Doc. He's so mythologized, and we have so little of himself in his own words, that it's hard to get a handle on him. He's contradictory, elusive, sharp-edged. Loyal to his friends, terrible to his enemies, soft-spoken until he's as foul-mouthed as a cat, kind to women and children, and a right bastard when in his cups. Maybe a bit bipolar, to apply a modern buzzword.
Anyway, in the midst of a discussion of how Doc's friends and enemies in Tombstone viewed him, there's a passage on his relationship with the town's children, with quotes from a few people who apparently viewed him with great fondness as kids, bringing us to this line:
[Billy] Hattich said that Doc was friendly, generous, soft-spoken, and a favorite with the town's kids because he always carried candy in his pocket. (Gary L. Roberts, Doc Holliday: The Life and Legend, p 160)
And my first thought is, aw. That's kind of revealing, right there.
And then my second thought is, well of course.