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One of the items up for auction on the Do the Write Thing for Nashvilled flood benefits is a lunch with Miss Snark!
I know! Bid here.
So far, the auction has raised over $53,000 dollars to benefit flood victims in Nashville. And I still haven’t heard back about the books I offered.
On my LiveJournal friends list, which is where I do most of my internet reading, yet another fanfic (definition) discussion has exploded. No link, because it’s just like all the others: a pro writer said the usual dismissive things about fanfic. People who’d never even heard of this writer before swoop in to berate her/patiently explain she’s wrong/inform her they’ll never buy her work/tell her they’re laughing at her/etc to the tune of 300 comments.
Jesus, it’s like that old joke about the community where everyone’s known each other so long that they don’t even bother telling the same jokes anymore. They gave each joke a number and shout those instead.
Pro: Fanfic 6! Also 4 and 2!
Fanficcers: 12! 22! 19!
Anyway, I would like to offer a little expertise (not my own, ‘natch) on conducting an argument of any kind. Dale Carnegie, take it away!
Finally started chapter one of the new WIP today. Here’s the rough draft first paragraph:
As the sun rose over the ocean, the chirps keened in their aerie. Joad lay on his cotton mat, staring at the timbers overhead. He could never sleep through that sound, faint as it was. To him, it always seemed that the lords of the city were mourning the start of every new day.
I made my goal, too. I’ll probably end up deleting it all, but it’s an auspicious start.


I just got a call from home saying my package finally arrived. Inside are the two Kolchak TV movies, along with the entire Kolchak the Night Stalker TV series.
I should also have received the disc for Freedom Force vs. The Third Reich.
Weekend, you are planned.
But I’ll tell you, I’m bored with my own blog! I have a crap load of work to do on my website (reorganizing, mostly) but I’m tired of the things I’ve been talking about and I’m generally feeling uninspired.
So, I’m going to give the Kolchak videos a watch (I also have the complete season of The Dresden Files) and write a little bit about every episode. Why not? I will love them and laugh at them and make disappointed faces, too. Hopefully, that will satisfy whatever has been making me restless lately.
1) Facebook privacy default settings, and how they’ve changed over time, in convenient chart form. I have a FB account, but I never put anything there I wouldn’t put on my main blog.
2) Some folks are still claiming that health care reform will not save any money, and that the claimed savings are the result of budgetary gimmicks. That’s not true, and here’s why.
3) Paging David Prill! David Prill to the white courtesy phone, please!
4) The July 1690 issue of Cosmopolitan.
5) What you see here is a Men’s Room at the Hilton, and I don’t know if I could pee here.
6) Is “indie” authorship finally coming into its own? I’m not ready to go direct-to-Kindle, but it’s still an option. The sad(ish) thing is that I don’t have an extensive backlog of unpublished novels; I cut my teeth writing spec screenplays. Personally, I’m sure as hell not ready to give up on traditional print publishing. Sales of Kindle editions might be profitable, but it’s still a small pond. Growing, but still small. I want my book to reach as many readers as possible.
7) The Onion on childhood obesity.
First, you should read this short article in the Guardian. The writer claims it will change your life but really it’s just an interesting tidbit.
For them who won’t click, a quick summary: Some people ask for things with the expectation that they may hear “No,” which they’re perfectly fine with (“Askers”) . Some people try to figure out if they will get a “Yes” answer before they ask, so they won’t make the other person turn them down (“Guessers”).
In our culture, there’s a strong push to turn people into Askers. If you want something, you ask for it. If you don’t want to give someone something, you say no. Simple, right? Even I, a lifelong guesser, have been known to tell people that “If no one has told you ‘no’ you haven’t asked for enough.” We don’t seem to have a lot of respect for the Careful! I don’t want to put you in an awkward position! feeling.
And of course these things work in a spectrum. It’s easy to say “No,” to phone solicitors or sidewalk activists. On the other hand, most guys won’t ask a woman for a date unless they have a reasonable expectation that they’ll say “Yes.” (Right now, women reading this are skimming through their memories thinking about the losers and creeps they’ve turned down–“That guy thought he had a chance? Him??”)
So it’s a continuum, and we priviledge people from Ask Culture even as we realize we all have a different sense of when asking goes too far. And that’s why I wanted to talk about this one time I was snubbed.
Telling the story briefly, at a crowded event I ran into another writer that I have something in common with. I said to her: “Hi, you’re another writer [thing we have in common].”
Her response was to glance at me, exclaim “Oh!” and turn her back.
Snub! It was a busy situation and I moved on to something else, but a little while later I had a chance to think about it, and I decided what she did was completely right and awesome.
It happened again later, when a mutual acquaintance introduced us. She looked uncomfortable. I said “Nice to have met you,” in a way that obviously meant “Goodbye,” and she returned the sentiment and moved on. Easy!
I’m being deliberately vague here for a reason: I don’t want people to think badly of this author, though some people undoubtedly will. Personally, I’m glad that she was willing to act on her instinct. She decided, for whatever reason (she’s a young woman being approached by a 300-lb middle-aged man with a shaved head–I wonder what that reason could be?) that she had a bad feeling about me and she acted on it.
How much better would this culture be if women felt free to turn their backs on men who gave them a bad feeling? If they didn’t feel bound by cultural expectations of “nice” and “good manners” and could just walk away?
Okay, maybe she didn’t turn away because she felt threatened. Maybe I smelled bad (I’d just showered that week!) or maybe I had mustard on my shirt. I know I did a booger-check right before the event. But the why doesn’t really matter. She said “No” to meeting me (figuratively-speaking) and that’s Asker culture, and I wish we had more of it.
As a side note, I sometimes read blog posts by writers, agents, or editors from wannabe professional writers asking for favors–a referral, a crit, whatever, and those wannabes act out when they’re refused. Is that Asker Culture in action? I don’t think so, since being an Asker means accepting that you might be turned down.
I think of them as Clueless Guesser Culture. They believe every social norm means they’re going to get a “Yes,” but are shocked and angry when they don’t.
I should send a link of that article to Lee Goldberg.
Emily Blake, who teaches high school in South Central L.A. and will soon be breaking into the screenwriting world (she found representation recently and has just begun showing her work to buyers) did an interview with me earlier this week, and it’s just gone live on her site:
If you’re curious about my working relationship with my agent, whether I planned the Twenty Palaces books as a series from the start, how my writing methods have changed since I became published, (and more), check it out. She’ll be doing more interviews in the future with writers in different fields.
I wasn’t sure a blurb would come in on time to make the Game of Cages cover, but it did! Picture this:
Move the text “A Twenty Palaces Novel” down beside the word “of” and in its place, picture this blurb:
“Connolly keeps you turning pages and wanting more.” —C.E. Murphy
Yeah. It’s a good day.
I’d post the cover flat itself (instead of describing it) but it’s not quite final yet. Soon!
I am informed by Reliable Sources that the Delivery and Acceptance check from Random House is on its way. Yay! Man Bites World is now officially turned in. All I have left is title it, review the copy edits and galleys, plus whatever promotional stuff I have to do.
I feel unemployed.