Thank you. Also: links

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Thank you to everyone who commented on the cover art in my previous post. I’m very happy with it. The only decision I have left is whether to make my default LiveJournal icon out of the entire cover, as Anton Strout does, or just a blow-up of the head the way Tim Pratt does. What do you think?

Child of Fire Icon

or

Child of Fire Head Icon

?

Your input would be appreciated.

Also, I have been somewhat foolish in that I have not been providing links to the actual book at actual websites where you could actually purchase it if you actually wanted to. So! If you’d like to buy the book, now you can at any of these fine online retailers: Amazon.com or Barnes & Noble online or Mysterious Galaxy.

And now I go back to my regular life. FYI: the boy is off school this whole week, so I expect to fall behind on reading my f-list and not catch up for quite a while.

Enjoy your day!

Well! What have we here?!?!

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So, I surfed over to Amazon.com to look into setting up a (new) associates account for myself, and what should I notice in “Your Recent History” section but cover art! For my book!

Who knew??

Here it is:

Child of Fire Cover

::ahem::

I likes it!

Skip this post if you hate Valentines Day

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But first of all, I met today’s goal and made up the words I missed on Wednesday. The book is finally hitting its stride, thank Pikachu. Now, if only I hadn’t put in a bunch of exposition that was basically a repeat of 30 pages before…

I hate exposition.

Also: it’s Love Day. I got up at 4:30 to make Salad Eater the ginger pear scones she requested. I’d mixed the dry ingredients last night and wrapped her gift, too (Outliers by Malcolm Gladwell). No flowers this year. That was an expensive book.

Unfortunately, I left to write today’s pages before she woke up, so her Love Day gifts were sitting on the table waiting for her. It would have been nicer if I was there, but it didn’t happen.

Time to collect my library books and go home.

“Something fell on my leg.”

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DOLLHOUSE. I watched it. It wasn’t what you’d call fun or exciting, but it was a show that lasted an hour on Friday night.

While I’m sure that it seems like a great concept to the actors and writers–new roles to play every week! Acting chops on display! Write in a new genre every script! Hooray for variety!

But isn’t the point of a TV series to give the audience a lead character they will know and identify with? Because they don’t have that here. They just have this vacuous, child-like nothing.

One thing I did like about the show was the parallels they drew between the pretend character’s pretend memories of abuse and the actual character’s actual abuse–she even lies down in a sealed box just the way the little girl is sealed in that refrigerator.

But yeah. Kinda dull.

Something disturbing I just realized

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Annoying WordPress has a word counter at the bottom of this “Add New Post” window, telling me how long my posts are. First, sorry for being long-winded.

Second, that previous political post was over 500 words long, and I wrote it in about 20 minutes here at my desk.

Why is that disturbing? Because on days that I work my day job, my daily writing goal is a measly 500 words. I have about an hour, hour and fifteen minutes to hit that goal.

And sometimes I don’t make it. Cripes, it’s not the typing that’s hard, it’s focus and knowing what comes next in the story. If I could manage that, I’d be way, way more productive.

I need to come to my work more prepared.

It’s been a while since I talked about politics here

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I never even commented on Daschele’s withdrawal from the health care reform fight, even though the scandals he was facing seemed fairly minor and his loss hurt our chances of seeing decent health care reform in this country.

But I do want to post about two things, quickly. First, I hope everyone takes a couple minutes to read this op-ed in the Washington Post. It’s co-written by Nouriel Roubini, one of the few economists in recent years who publicly warned of the financial crash that hit us months ago.

He’s calling for the government to nationalize the banks put failing banks into receivorship. It’s worked in the past, and if the government acquires and then sells troubled assets after they aren’t so troubled any more, it would not be such a financial hardship on the tax payers.

It would also free up credit for businesses who are struggling to replace capital and reduce the size of institutions that are “too big to fail.” We really shouldn’t have those any more, and a little breathing space to let us regulate those would be welcome.

Check it out.

Next, I have leap frog over the Republican refusal to join Obama and the Dems on the stimulus package, bipartisanship, GOP discipline (message- and otherwise) enforced by hardcore conservative interests willing to put up ambitious conservative politicians in the upcoming primaries and talk about Betsy McCaughey.

In 1994, McCaughey was part of the political hit job against the Clinton health care reform plan. She wrote an article in which she said she read the whole thing and gave her thoughts–and stated that the plan would allow the federal government to block you from seeing a doctor of your choice.

This was reported widely by Republican opponents and in the press, and helped fuel public opposition to the bill. Nevermind that it was an outright lie. Clinton’s plan stated exactly the opposite. Explicitly.

Now she’s back, claiming that the stimulus bill has secret provisions that allow the federal government to decide what treatments you can get.

It’s all BS, but it’s all over Fox News, Rush Limbaugh and the other usual suspects. See here for a small link farm (really more of a pea patch) of bloggers pointing out the outright deceptions in her remarks.

How does that rate a comment when the whole stimulus bill fight didn’t? Her lies this time around are an attempt to stifle means testing for medical treatment. What works? What doesn’t? What works best? What’s uselessly expensive? See, McCaughey is on the board of a medical device company, and works for a think tank funded by the pharmaceutical industry. She knows that one in five dollars in this country is spent on health care, and that a frightening percentage of that money is wasted on unnecessary treatments and name-brand drugs.

Very profitable unnecessary treatments and name-brand drugs.

It sounds crazy to say it, but some people think that gathering data on what treatments work best–saving lives–and which don’t is controversial. They’re afraid that letting Americans see the numbers will cut into their profits. And they’re right.

Watch out.

In happier news, I met my daily goal again today. I have a book to give my wife for VDay, and when I leave to write in the morning, I plan to have it waiting on the table for her along with a nice, fresh scone.

Cya.

Another game

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To follow up on my previous post (LiveJournal harryjconnolly.com)about the game Bow Street Runner, I want to offer another in-depth mystery game.

This one isn’t a historical, though. It’s based on a Canadian kid’s show: 11 Somerset is the link to the game (English language version). It’s an immersive environment, like Bow Street Runner, but there are no prostitutes, gin smugglers or suspects to beat up. Each chapter looks like it’s derived from an episode of the show (I say “looks like” because I’ve never seen the show–hell, I don’t even know if it’s still on the air).

Anyway, in the first chapter you sneak around an office searching for the hidden parts of a mysterious device. Once it’s assembled, you get sent on missions by the dead(?) inventor. Collect a bunch of clues in the form of photographs and then try to answer the mystery. Fun. But not as costumey.

This is how people talk.

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As I was ordering my coffee at the Starbucks counter, the guy at the register said: “So. I notice that you use a Macintosh computer.”

“Yeah,” I answered. “I like it.”

He narrowed his eyes and nodded his head a couple times. “I’m going to bond with you on the Mac level.”


In other news, I have replaced my broken keyboard with a shiny new one from the Apple store. I also met my daily goal for Man Bites World today. Things are looking up.

Ugh.

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The crappy thing about buying a jacket from a thrift shop like Value Village, even a nice one, is that you might stick your hand in the pocket and pull out an old, yellowed fingernail clipping. Bleh.


My desktop computer went insane mid-comment yesterday. All I could type was Greek letters, math symbols and other crap. After a wasted hour and an increasingly bitter certitude that my computer had given up the ghost six months after my extended Applecare had run out, I discovered that it’s (almost certainly) a broken keyboard. Which means I will be stimulating the economy on my lunch hour.


I am having trouble sleeping and waking early to do my daily pages. I’m way behind on my schedule for Man Bites World, and it’s really bugging me. Then again, I always have trouble sleeping and waking at this time of year. Must do better, must do better, must do better.


And then, this morning I was riding the bus reading a book I should be enjoying much more than I am, feeling grouchy and inadequate as I head to a job I don’t much like but really really need, the bus tops the hill behind my house and I get a sudden vision.

Today is a rare clear winter’s day, and because I missed my morning bus, I was riding to work just as the sun came up. And in the time it took the bus to make a left hand turn, I caught a glimpse of the Olympic Mountains on the other side of the Sound, their snow caps pink from the rising sun. And just a few degrees above them was the full moon.

And it was beautiful.

I’m just jealous that I didn’t think of it first

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Via Writer Beware:

Stuck for a gripping opening to your latest opus? The Avocado Papers want to help aspiring writers by selling them opening paragraphs for their stories at the low, low rate of $1.75 a word.

Here’s a sample paragraph:

The President was in a pensive mood as he wondered what sort of arc his second term would follow, and idly surveyed what he believed to be the Washington Monument (but which was, in fact, the Capitol) through the tinted, bullet-proof windows. It had been a tough day, but as his motorcade sped along the edge of the Mall some minutes later, his body tensed as he thought about how lucky he was to have a Secretary of Defense who was so good at sucking cock.

For only $152.25! For non-exclusive rights!

Which is hilarious.

And yeah, this site is from last July. Also, they seem to specialize in satire. I wonder if they’ve actually managed to get money out of this?