Month: January 2009

I’m on facebook now

Concentration and focus are in short supply today. So naturally I decided to start a facebook account because that won’t be distracting. I’m still trying to figure out this social media networking thing. It has been really cool to discover how many people I know are already there. I’ve only had the account for a few hours and already a high school friend that I lost touch with has found me. I’m still figuring out how to find and friend people, so it may take me awhile to find everyone.

My head fell off this morning and I haven’t found it yet

It bodes ill for the day when the first coherent thought is a realization that I don’t want to do today at all. In an attempt to account for the desire to huddle in a ball under my covers, I poked around to see what else could cause it. I was rewarded by a cascade of angst both realistic and fanciful. But none of it was new. I knew all of it yesterday and it didn’t bother me so much then. I jellyfished my way through the day. I would do a task if I bumped into it, but I was incapable of focus. Also I lost track of things easily. (Like the fact that I’d volunteered to help bring dinner to a new mother. whoops.) I went out to a late lunch to celebrate a couple of friends’ birthdays and at least three people commented that I seemed vague or tired or something. Belatedly it occurs to me that I may be sick. I was probably a vector at lunch. (lovely. What better way to say happy birthday than passing around a nice rhinovirus.) I still want to curl up into a ball, but instead I need to oversee homework and bedtime.

Thoughts on Short Stories for Young People

I was thinking today about the lack of short stories for teens and pre-teens. Since I prefer speculative fiction, I was specifically thinking about the lack of Science Fiction and Fantasy stories for those age groups. Younger groups have short stories in abundance since all picture books are short stories with pictures. Some picture books are delightful for all age groups. But where are the stories that are just for the teens and pre-teens.

I’ve heard other people comment on this gap before. I’ve heard people argue that teens and pre-teens just aren’t interested in short fiction. I don’t believe that is true. I think that they would be very interested in short fiction if there were a delivery mechanism that could get them the fiction that is appropriate to their interests. Teen female readers of the Twilight saga would almost certainly devour short vampire fiction if they only knew where to find it. Teen video game playing boys would probably love to see short fiction placed in those worlds as well. In fact I would argue that the growing popularity of Manga is due in part to the fact that it is short fiction. With short YouTube videos and short television segments, we’re all being trained to acquire our information in snippets. It seems that short fiction should blossom.

In fact I think that short fiction would be a boon to teachers who are trying to help reluctant or struggling readers. Sometimes struggling readers are emotionally and intellectually ready for more complex stories, but they are daunted by the size of the books they must read in order to get those stories. I have this problem with my son frequently. It would be nice if there were a huge array of short fiction available so that these readers could get a taste of the kinds of stories they might like and so that they have the chance to find joy in fiction.

I’m certain that the gap is not for lack of willing writers. I know writers who would happily write YA and middle grade short fiction if there was only a market to receive it. I suspect that there are magazines and e-zines out there who would be happy to buy the short fiction if only people would buy their zines to read it. But teens aren’t buying and neither are their parents. This is where the discussion leads naturally to “New Media.” Using Facebook and MySpace and Twitter to attempt to popularize short fiction is a fascinating experiment that I expect to see occurring in the years to come. I know that some magazines are already sending out adult fiction via Twitter. It would be interesting to have a kids twitter story feed. I wonder if it would be more effective to have the fiction be more user-generated like the lolcats site. Fiction for teens by teens. I know when I was a teen writer, I would have loved to have a place to submit my stuff and get feedback. Are there online communities structured specifically for teen writers? That would be an interesting experiment as well.

Most of this is not stuff that I desire to experiment with. I don’t want to administrate a teen writing website. I’m sadly clueless about using Facebook, MySpace, and Twitter. The piece I do intend to experiment with is writing short fiction for YA and middle grade readers. I have one of each in my house with two more on the way. I want to write stories that my kids will enjoy reading. I want to create worlds where they want to be immersed. This world immersion is one argument against short fiction for these age groups. They don’t want to fall in love with a world or some characters only to have it be done a few pages later. Perhaps a series of short stories might be the answer to that. I don’t know what the long term plan for the stories will be. I don’t know that I can ever get them distributed widely, though I’d love to put them into the hands of as many kids as will love them. Perhaps I’ll create a section on my website specifically for sharing the stories. But for now I just need to focus on writing stories that I enjoy writing and my kids enjoy reading.

Updating the website

I did some maintenance work on my website today. Mostly I was updating things to make sure that information is current and accurate. I also grabbed some of my blog entries from the last year and posted them as essays. Other blog entries I’ve grabbed because they could be good essays with some revision. It is always nice to read something I wrote and feel that it is good. The one that stood out to me today was The Battle of Dinner. I like having a collection of the my best essays where I can find them easily. Even better is knowing that there is a bunch of other stuff I could have put up, but didn’t because I did not want to flood the page.

I need to get more stories up there. Muse in the Pipes is going to have to stand alone for 2008. That was the only piece of fiction I finished last year. This year I’d like to have more finished fiction to post on the site.

Postal rate increase

Postal rates went up again yesterday. It makes me sick to see the prices that our customers are having to pay to transport books from our house to theirs. We really need to find a way to distribute so that people can buy locally and not have to pay shipping. Either that, or someone needs to invent an instantaneous transporter. I wish we could afford to do what Amazon does and offer free shipping. Perhaps when we’re bigger we can, but the margins are too slim right now. We were glad to try offering it over the holidays so that we could get books out to people who otherwise could not afford to buy, but it cut into our margin too heavily for us to make that a permanent option. Now I need to go into our store and tweak all the shipping settings to make sure that postage is being calculated properly.

Staying ahead of the children

One of the most necessary skills in the management of young children is the ability to anticipate their behavior. This is particularly true with groups of children. It is even more particularly true with groups containing high energy children. I feel like I spent a large part of today focused on anticipating and preventing problem behaviors.

I started with Gleek. She’s had some trouble settling in to class time at church. The new year, new teacher, and new expectations are not beyond her capability to handle, but I needed to figure out how to get her to want to put forth the effort. I meant to sit down with her before church and talk things through, but I forgot. So I found myself in church, knowing that I was going to have the full complement of my primary class which would need my full attention. I really needed Gleek to manage herself without any intervention from me. I really hoped she could manage herself without causing trouble for any teachers. So sitting in sacrament meeting, I wrote her a note. Thus began written negotiations in which we defined what things she can do to settle herself when she feels antsy and what reward she can expect if she makes it through without troubles. The process of writing the notes was sufficiently engaging, that Gleek was fully committed to the idea of controlling herself during church. I haven’t yet had time to check with people who could observe her, but I know that she did not come to me at all.

It was good that Gleek did not come to me because all of my energy was completely focused on the six kids in my care. In most groups that size there are one or two children who need extra attention to help them stay focused and attentive. This group has one or two kids who don’t need extra attention. I was on high alert constantly scanning to see who might need an encouraging smile, or a gentle touch to the arm, or retrieving from the other side of the room. The job is going to get easier when I know the kids better. Right now I have no idea what that peculiar look on that child’s face means. It could be a precursor of anything from pants wetting, bursting into tears, hitting another child, or fleeing from the room. As I get to know the likely behaviors, I’ll be able to relax more. It will also be nice when my co-teacher and I can get a solid working relationship going. She couldn’t be there today, so I was flying solo.

During the large group song and lesson time, my whole focus was on keeping the kids happy and more or less in their seats. In some ways it was like musical chairs. The kids were constantly moving and switching and I switched too depending on which child needed to sit near the teacher or on the teacher. I also handed out several rounds of fish crackers. 2 pm is a hungry time of day. One of the boys has attentional challenges. Sometimes I was able to direct his attention to the lesson or song, but mostly I just tried to keep him occupied in ways that would not disturb others. At one point I could see that sitting still was starting to be too much for him, so I grabbed the roll of masking tape from my bag and wrapped a piece around one of his fingers. I instantly had his full and quiet attention. He asked for me to put tape on all of his fingers. Then he sat quietly for several minutes, just wiggling his fingers to absorb the strange feeling of having them taped up. Then a couple minutes more were spent carefully removing each piece of tape and handing them to me. Later tape was place on his back as dragon wings. And then the dragon wings were transferred to me.

The one thing I am not sure of, is whether my child management decisions were viewed as a disruption by the other adults/teachers. My focus on making sure the kids enjoy primary has the potential to grate on the nerves of someone who feels that children should sit still and learn. Trying to make these kids sit perfectly still and quiet sounds like an exercise in frustration and misery for everyone involved. Young children are wired to absorb information on the run. I’ll make sure there is a lesson of sorts, but my first priority is to make sure that they like to come to class. As the year progresses we can work on more expanded lessons.

It was exciting and fun to teach the class, but I came home feeling like I’d been run over by a truck. I’m exhausted.

Someday soon I’ll have a coherent post

Nothing substantial to post today. It has been a scattered sort of day where I did not get much done that I intended to do. I don’t feel too bad about it since I got so much done on the other days of this week.

January is half gone. Part of me rejoices because anything that brings me closer to spring is good. Part of me wants life to slow down because a more relaxed pace might be more enjoyable. The holidays seem like ages ago and yet it has really only been two weeks. Weird how time stretches and contracts.

I just finished reading Goblin Quest to the kids. They really loved it. …

Schlock Mercenary: The Body Politic is eligible for the Hugo award for Best Graphic Story

This year there is a special Hugo award category for “Best Graphic Story.” The section of the Schlock Mercenary serial that is eligible for this award is Schlock Mercenary: The Body Politic. We’ve created a pdf for anyone who wants to review The Body Politic before deciding on their nominations. The pdf is 35 mb and can be found here. Anyone who attended Denvention (Worldcon in 08) or who has a membership to Anticipation (Worldcon 09) is eligible to nominate works for the Hugo awards. You can print out a nominating ballot here. Or you can register your nominations online here. Remember your ballot has to be received before March 1 and it is going to Canada, so you won’t want to delay. You’ll also need your membership number either from Denvention or Anticipation. The membership number should be in the confirmation email you received when you registered.

When nominating, keep in mind the many other worthy works which are also eligible for this category. (Girl Genius Volume 8: Agatha Heterodyne and the Chapel of Bones by Phil and Kaja Foglio and Rapunzel’s Revenge by Shannon, Dean, and Nathan Hale, both spring to mind.) I hope that everyone who nominates for the Hugo awards only nominates those works they feel are truly worthy. We do not want to advocate any sort of ballot stuffing.

A hearty good luck to all my friends and acquaintances who have works eligible for Hugo awards. I hope you all do well.

Brain dump

I store things in my brain, thoughts, memories, fragments of stories, topics for blogging, lists, schedules. Sometimes I accumulate too much and I need to dump it all somewhere so I can stop trying to keep it in the brain space that I need to use for working, writing, parenting. What follows is a dump of random things from my brain, many of which could have made excellent individual blog entries if my brain weren’t too cluttered for cohesive writing.

There are many advantages to being married to your business partner. There are disadvantages too. Howard and I have to work hard not to create stress feedback loops. This is particularly difficult at times such as now, when we’re in crunch mode to send the next book off for printing. As business manager my focus is on the needs of the project. As wife my focus is on the need of my husband. It gets tricky when the business manager places requirements on Howard that make him stressed. I end up feeling guilty for causing the stress even though I understand that the stress is necessary. Additionally, Howard’s moods affect mine and vice versa. We are as careful to keep frustrations clearly labeled as business related as we are to keep business and personal funds separate. This helps us keep our marriage happy even when the business is stressful.

Why do they put safety seals on bottles of bleach? I’m not talking about the Push Down Then Turn caps, of which I approve, but those little paper seals that you tear off to open the bottle. I’m honestly not really worried that someone might put something toxic into my bleach.

In the last couple of days I have: contacted the printer to start the process for the next book. Sent files to the guy who prints our posters, so we can get some new posters into the store. Decided that I need more time tweaking text before I’m ready to launch another picture book project. Quickly put together a pdf file of Schlock Mercenary: The Body Politic so that people can peruse it before deciding who to nominate for the Hugo award. (That will actually get its very own blog post once I have brainspace clear to do it.) Decided to delay some marketing activities until after we’ve sent OFU off for printing. Contacted various people about various business transactions and deals. Prepped OFU so that I can do copy editing. Neglected to do laundry. Managed to cook dinner from scratch because I’m trying not to spend money. Most of the preceeding took place after I spent most of Wednesday morning sleeping. It turns out that I’m much more capable and the world is much less bleak when I’ve actually had enough sleep.

It feels like my head has been full ever since school started up two weeks ago. I keep reading other people’s blog posts or comments and responding, but then I realize later that the response only exists in my brain. I never actually expressed the responses out loud. I suspect this is a function of limited energy.

And now it is time for me to pick up kids from school.

Thoughts on a competition

My writer’s forum is hosting a five week long flash fiction contest. I decided to participate this year. The first of five stories was due this weekend and judged this week. I want to write a long post describing my process in creating the story. I also want to examine my emotional reactions to the feedback. Unfortunately I can’t, because one of the facets of the contest is that entries are under a pseudonym until the contest is complete. If I talk in detail about my experiences, I will likely give away which story is mine to other forum members who also read this blog. I do not know if I’ll be able to complete the contest because I have other commitments that are more important to me. I don’t know if I have it in me to write five complete stories in five weeks. I also don’t know if I have it in me to ride the emotional roller coaster for that long.
The stubborn, competitive part of me wants to prove to everyone that I can do it. As if completing the contest earns me cosmic writer points, proving to everyone (and mostly to me) that I’m a “real” writer. I also really want to write a story that earns the respect of these people whom I respect. But I don’t know that these are reasonable goals to set myself upon. I also know that I am tired. If I push my writing too hard it will burn me out. It is more important to me to write and complete a birthday story than for me to write four more pieces of flash fiction which will probably not win the approval I’m seeking anyway. And then there is the voice which asks why I am seeking exterior approval at all, isn’t my own satisfaction enough?

Sigh. Once again my brain is a noisy place.