“If you can't annoy somebody, there is little point in writing.”
Kingsley Amis

author: Nicole J. LeBoeuf

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Nocturne With New Laptop and Portabella Mushrooms
Mon 2006-01-23 00:12:16 (single post)

Hello. I'm pulling an all-nighter. Trust me when I say it's writing-related, just not a WIP I am at liberty to database and blue-box. (In case of style sheet change, read that as "[whatevercolor]-box," depending.) I'm on dinner break, or midnight snack break, or whatever, and wanted to report in.

Firstly, I have now in my possession the Averatec 3360 I was drooling over. Warranty Corp finally responded last week to the second round of buy-out approval, and Computer Renaissance finally received a new, salable machine to sell me Saturday. (They were in fact waiting on the restore disks that apparently don't come with these computers anymore, because the machine currently in their possession had been empty of OS. A brand new unit came in faster than the disks. (Well, brand new to them, anyway. These are refurbished machines.) They're still waiting on the disks. I hear that Averatec themselves are not very fun to deal with. Good thing for them that they sell such nice computers. Good thing for me I have someone else to deal with when I need service.)

Thus far, my impressions are positive. It's teeny tiny! I like teeny tiny! I have teeny tiny fingers, and I could do with less weight hanging off my shoulders. So. Four and a half pounds, 12.1" screen. The hard drive's an 80 gigger, as I said, although some 17 of those gigs are a recovery partition, which annoys me a little, but maybe when I get ahold of some recovery disks I can do a rebuild. If the recovery disks allow a rebuild that doesn't break off a 17 gig recovery partition. What else? OK. Centrino 1.6 thingie. I hear the Athlon in the 2250 would have been more powerful, but for my purposes, I can't tell the difference, and the Centrino's efficiency is good. I wanted to try it out at SkillJam, but for some stupid reason my account has been temporarily suspended and I can't. But preliminary tests with Bejewelled 2 at PopCap and Jewel Quest at Yahoo! demonstrate competitive refresh rates. Yay!

Centrino notwithstanding, I saw that many people online were unimpressed with this machine's battery life; I concur, and as soon as I finish with the thing I'm currently working on I'll devote some energy towards dealing with that. I hear that there are battery calibration techniques you can proceed through and power management applications you can install. Meanwhile, meh. No big deal. The world is full of electrical outlets. Some of them are even on Amtrak trains.

So my only real complaints have to do with the layout. First, there's the way they fit all the keyboard buttons on the smaller footprint. They opted not to shrink the keys, making this doubtless a more popular computer than the Compaq Aero Contura was among those with bigger hands. However, this meant they had to be clever about fitting the keys together. And what they did was, they moved the arrow keys inwards, and put the shift key and the backslash/pipe key outside of them. Sounds minor until you start typing with it. I keep putting my pinkie on the right-arrow when I'm going for the down-arrow.

Um. Probably a picture would help. I don't have time to deal with pictures at the moment. Later, then.

Second, the volume dial is on the front edge of the laptop. This means that when I lay on my back and prop the computer up on my knees, anytime I shift my butt a little I'm likely to move the dial with my belly and end up muting the music. Or blasting it.

It's kind of nice the way that there are no outlets and connectors on the back edge, though. Convenient. Still, having the USB ports all on the near end of the right edge means things can be a little awkward in right-handed mouse land.

Oh. Back on the positive end, this sucker's wireless capabilities are very impressive. I wrote my husband an instant message from the bus stop across 30th street from our home this afternoon. I was able to do this, because there was wireless signal at that bus stop. Wireless signal whose SSID looked very familiar. Wireless signal from our router, in fact. That's--what?--about 50 yards away? At least another twenty yards past our parking space, where I sometimes, sometimes not, got signal on the 5110H upon getting home from a long drive during which I was using my laptop for tunes. Yeah. Wow.

So, that much for the computer. Now for the mushrooms.

Take you a couple portabellas that are threatening to go bad unless you eat them, like, now. Wash 'em. Slice 'em up however you like.

Heat up a pan with a couple t'bls walnut oil, olive oil, whatever, something that can take a medium high heat. Throw in some minced garlic. After about a minute, take the garlic out. You want your oil garlic-flavored, not burnt-garlic-flavored.

Toss in the shrooms. Pile 'em in. Toss the garlic bits on top, so they'll steam instead of burn. Drizzle a little more oil on top.

Cover. Go away for about ten minutes.

Come back and splash some sherry on top. Cover again and go away. Five minutes or so.

Now for some fun. Sprinkle on a little flour, a little thyme, a little salt and white pepper. Stir 'em about until the flour's dissolved and you can smell the thyme nicely. Now, splash in a little heavy cream. Stir about some more and then let 'em simmer (low heat) for a few.

Voila! It's like cream of mushroom soup, without the soup!

Garnish with parmesan and serve alongside some veggies.

Eat up.

Now. Get back to work!

Your novel's rough draft might have been created during NaNoWriMo if...
Tue 2006-01-17 10:16:28 (single post)
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...if words like "somehow", "something," and "vague" show up at regular intervals: "Diane woke up on the doorstep at 4:30 AM with a vague recollection of her father having stepped over her to let himself in."

Look, I know I should actually write a scene or make a decision here, but I have no idea what kind of relationship these two characters have yet. I'll come back to it. Onward!

...if characters occasionally set off into town with no other intention than "to see what the day will bring." Bonus points if those characters then start describing what they see in town in great, wordy detail.

I'm stuck. I haven't a clue what happens next. Maybe if I send my main character on a mapping expedition, they'll bump into some plot before they're through.

...if, immediately upon introducing a new secondary character, the narration pauses while the main character reminisces about how the two of them met and what has been going on in both their lives between then and now.

Gods. Infodump. Not that this info doesn't belong in the book, but.... Look, I'll weave it into the story more gracefully on the rewrite, OK?

Which is, of course, the point. All the infelicities introduced by a 50K-in-30-days regimen will be smoothed away when it comes time to revise the novel. O ye of little faith! A publishable book will emerge! Just you wait.

(Besides, if I hadn't been under pressure to hit 50K by November 30th, you know what would be there instead of the infodump on page 49 where Diane Lenner tells us all about her mutual history with Danny Wodemeier? That's right. Nothing. I'd probably still be working on the first draft, one perfect sentence at a time. And that ain't no pace at which to begin a novelist's career.)

Email sent. Fingers crossed.
Sun 2006-01-15 23:45:00 (single post)
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The essay has been sent. Nevermind that it's three-quarters-past-midnight on the 16th; I have at last finished and submitted my "geek" essay. With any luck the editors will let the extra 45 minutes slide and they'll read it anyway.

I'm not as happy with it as I might be, but the ending made my nose prickle and my eyes water, so I guess the right chords get hit by the end. I'm not entirely sure my Mom would be as happy with it as I'd want her to, either; hopefully she'll take it in the spirit with which it's intendend.

And yes, yes I know, I had misspelled Jane Austen's name in my previous entry. All better now, see?

There. Now. On to other things with deadlines.

Pride And Geekishness (may Jane Austen forgive me)
Fri 2006-01-13 23:09:33 (single post)
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So, what, I figure a Jane Austen riff in an anthology about female geeks makes for a delightful, how-shall-we-say, frisson, a lovely little anachronistic twinge of humorous irony. Or just humor. Or maybe it just makes me sound like a pompous ass but, y'know, I'm willing to take that chance.

I'm having fun.

The problem with autobiographical essays is figuring out what the hell's so special about me of all people that anyone should bother publishing a polished up piece of my life in their pages. For money, even. Once I get past that problem--once I convince myself I actually have lived a story worth telling--the next pitfall for me is the tendency towards self-aggrandizement. A tendency which you just might have noticed in these very pages, in fact.

With this piece, though, I think I might just manage to come over both of those hurdles unscathed. The subject is something that needs saying, can't be said enough, and places all the praise on someone not the author.

This piece is going to be a 3,500 word "thank you" to my mother.

(Hi mom!)

The nutshell is, where some daughters have been told--where some, amazingly enough in this day and age, continue to get told--that if they don't play dumb they'll risk dying unwed and unloved, oh heck, oh horrors, my Mom gave me some remarkably sane advice: Better not to marry at all, than to marry a guy who's insecure around your brain. (I think it's safe to say that I took her advice). But this isn't just about marriage. Looking back over my growing-up years, I can see a long line of encouragements and priorities that stem from the same values of which Mom's advice was an apt expression: Don't suffer fools who won't suffer you to be who you are. Don't let anyone drag you down.

As parental values go, those are some good ones. And I think they may just be responsible for the weird variety of interests and pursuits I've ended up pursuing. Knitting and aviation and spinning wheels and MySQL/PHP widgets--what the hell, why not describe it in a she-geek essay wrapped up in a Jane Austen-style frame. Damn appropriate, I think.

This puppy should see submission tomorrow, one day ahead of the deadline. Thank goodness for email. But, since acceptance is never a guarantee, I'm going to just pause here and say, without need for prior editorial review:

Mom, ya done raised a geek, and for that she's eternally grateful. Love always.

How Voice Becomes Backstory
Thu 2006-01-12 22:39:49 (single post)
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Hey look! No word count increase. I was working on something else today, but as that something else is still in the brainstorming phases, it hasn't even got a line in the database, much less a title or a wordcount. Sorry. More tomorrow, maybe. I've also been fielding potential interviews for the work-for-hire project.

These Things Take Time.

But I have answered myself some questions about Selby's backstory. Yay, backstory! Got there in this weird sort of roundabout way: Realized that Selby sounded, thus far, an awful lot like Gwen in Right Off The Page, and both of them sound an awful lot like me. That is one depressing realization. I've been at this how long now, and I still haven't managed to come up with first person narratives that don't just sound like me writing an email? Ga-jeeez.

(Just between me and y'all, all my RPG characters sound a lot like me, too. Perhaps I should game more. Ah, well, Sunday's upcoming In Nomine session ought to result in a little more practice under ye olde belt.)

So I decided I'd have to work at giving Selby a distinctive not-me voice. I decided that Selby would be British. Ta-da! Seriously: when I started hearing her narrate with a hopefully-not-too-stereotypical British accent, she started using different words in my head, and before long she didn't sound so much like me as all that. Which is very good.

Something that's also very good is, now I have a little backstory. The story takes place in the U.S., ending up somewhere in the Arbuckle Mountain Range in Oklahoma. Which means that Selby had to have moved from England to the U.S. at some point. Why? Well, that has something to do with whatever dream she was chasing. Like what? OK, how about college? She thought she'd put her oddball psychic talents to work as an archeologist or paleontologist, so she'd go to some university or other known for having a good program and get herself degreed. Only she finds that her talent gives her problems. It's hard to work within a traditional degreed program when you're randomly getting hallucinations based on whatever fossil or artefact they've got you studying on. So she's doing badly. So she drops out to follow her boyfriend across the country, and then gets stranded by him in wherever the story takes place, and she finds a job at a museum whose curator isn't so worried about her lack of degree.

Yay! Backstory. So the renewal of the dream will be when she discovers an outlet for her interest in digging up and sleuthing out prehistorical thingies, one that doesn't get messed up by her occasional psychic discoveries. And what exactly is that? I ain't saying, 'cause that would be a spoiler. But it isn't at any Heirophant-lovin' University, I can tell you that much.

So. Onward and first-draft-ward.

Also? Changed the title. Why? It just sounded better, that's all. Plus I think I had the wrong word before. Dictionary.com isn't backing me up on this, but I think a threnody focuses on mourning the deceased ("we are sad that you are gone") while an elegy focuses on honoring the deceased ("we were glad to have had you"). So. Elegy it is.

Not Being On Speaking Terms With My Tarot Deck
Wed 2006-01-11 09:54:27 (single post)
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As you may or may not know, I like to get my Tarot deck involved in my writing. Sometimes I'm determined to create new material, but I have no idea what to write about. Sometimes I'm just stuck on a story. In any case, I shuffle a few times, draw, and start babbling onto a blank page about what I see.

Typically I use the Vertigo Tarot. At times I'll cross-reference the Rider-Waite deck, which I keep in numeric order specifically for that reason, but it's Dave McKean's imagery that speaks to me much more than Pamela Colman-Smiths; and even if I get a little impatient with Rachel Pollack's interpretations from time to time, I find them more comfortably Jungian and modern than Waite's.

Which is all to explain why I got the impression that my Tarot deck was being singularly uncooperative the other day.

In the "Trilobite" story, Selby Oldham is a psychometrist. That's someone who gets psychic impressions from touching objects. You've probably seen a TV drama or read a book concerning a psychic working for the police, right? He or she touches the murder weapon and objects at the scene of the crime and gets flashes of how the killing occurred? Right. Well, Selby's like that, only less of the crime forensics and more stuff like paleontology and anthropology. Fossils and ancient artefacts.

She has, by the time of the story, lost hope in her dreams. She's living an eventless, unfulfilling life, working as a curator's assistant in a natural science museum. By the end of the story, she will have found inspiration to pursue her ambitions again. Only trouble was, I had no idea what her ambitions actually were.

So, hello Tarot! Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle, "What are Selby's dreams?" shuffleshuffle, shuffle. And I drew...

The Heirophant. Reversed.

Again, recall, Vertigo Tarot. Which DC/Vertigo character did they choose for that particular Major Arcana card? That's right. Dream of the Endless. The Sandman. Morpheus His-Own-Self. And I drew him reversed.

That's right. In answer to "What dreams did Selby give up on?" I got, "She gave up on her dreams."

Imagine you asked your friend, "What plans do you have for Friday?" and your friend said, "Yeah, Friday..." and wandered off. That's about the impression I got.

And this ain't the first time it's said that kind of thing to me, either.

Of course, consulting the Rider-Waite's more traditional Heirophant (not to mention consulting a friend who actually supplements her paycheck by reading Tarot during the summertime) helped put things in perspective. "Oh, yes, tradition and passed-down wisdom and heirarchy and such. Maybe Selby was trying to climb a corporate ladder, or pursue a traditional education at a university, and it wasn't right for her for some reason." But still.

There was once a time when I stopped doing my freewriting exercises for a long time. When I started up again months later, and I used the Tarot deck as a prompt, shuffling just as thoroughly as ever, it gave me the same darn card it had given me all that time ago. Ten of Pentacles, it was: it shows a face with ten pentacle-coins stacked neatly atop his head; the tenth coin completely blocks his mouth. (I suppose one could read that the face is actually speaking the pentacle, but I see it stopping up his mouth and silencing him. Especially considering I drew it reversed.) It's a card I personally associate with the kind of writer's block that comes of too much intellectualizing and perfection-seeking.

"You know, that thing you were working on last year? Right. Well, you never quite finished dealing with that."

Yeah. I know. Smart-ass cards.

More On That Resolution Thing
Mon 2006-01-09 23:37:07 (single post)
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Hey-checkitout-lookover-here. Someone else made some resolutions for the coming year. And they're pretty good. A goodly helping of writerly resolutionnessage, right over there, along with a lovely dollop of total anal-retentive "We Love Outlines" structural organization. Man after my own heart, that.

Not that I can totally adopt any particular one of those resolutions, of course. Everyone's got different goals. But the important thing is to make one's own goals concrete, solid enough to throw numbers into it and wrap it up in an outline. I'd do the same at the moment, only it's late at night and I'm totally chicken. Were I well-rested and more gutsy at the moment, I'd probably say something like "1,000 words of fresh new prose or 2 hours of revision every day, 5 days a week, just like Carolyn See says to do; also, toss three old stories back in the slush this month and at least one new one next month. And then there's the two novels I'm editing...."

The problem with me when I'm gutsy is, I'm stupid. Who the hell can do all that crap on top of 15,000 contracted words of researched and interviewed nonfiction?

It's something to try for, sure. Just not something to beat myself over the head with.

I do know I can't do 3 critiques a week. More like one and a half, to take care of both Critters and my local writing class. But I can at least resolve to do that much. The nice thing about manuscript critiquing is, every manuscript I read puts me in mind of manuscripts of my own. Usually the sort that are languishing at the back of a drawer, or maybe a third of the way down the directory file listing when sorted by date in descending order. I should probably add "Putting Down Roots" to my list of stories that ought to go back into the slush, for instance. And "Somewhere Else Red And Green."

(Caution: Short story titles subject to change without notice.)

A new New Year's resolution for me: I shall be prolific. Primarily in my finishing of work and submitting of work, and secondarily in my beginning of new work, I shall be prolific. I shall totally be able to apply that adjective, "prolific," unto myself.

With a straight face, even.

No, really!

How Ya Like Me Now?!
Mon 2006-01-09 10:30:18 (single post)

This is not an Actually Writing Blog Entry. This is merely an Announcement. The Announcement goes something like this:

"Hey you! Yeah, you. You know who you are. I gotcher RSS right here."

That is all. Check back tonight for your regularly scheduled Actually Writing Blog Entry. Well, your several-days-late Actually Writing Blog Entry. Theoretically, that passtime known as "Writing" will have happened by then. It bloody well ought to have, anyway.

The First Hour, Redux
Thu 2006-01-05 21:48:40 (single post)
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Oh my Gods it's a book it has a lot of words in it and like a million things to keep straight like subplots and character development I mean look at the sheer freakin' mass of notes I'm taking and--

*wheeze*

Yeah. And that's just the first few scenes. Er. Yikes?

In other news, "Trilobite" has a word count. With actual words in it. Go me.

Also, I am inches closer to having a new laptop. WAC called Comp Ren back and OK'd the buy-out. Only, they OK'd it based on the price of the Averatec 3250 I was eying the other day, not at the price of the actual laptop I'm replacing. That's a $300 difference, and rather obnoxious given that I've actually decided on the 3360 model which is, while still less expensive than the broken 5110H, $200 more expensive than the 3250. So Comp Ren has called WAC back, and I hope to hear from them by, oh..... spring.

On Keeping New Year's Resolutions
Wed 2006-01-04 21:12:12 (single post)
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Note to self:

A thorough critique of a 6500-word story takes a Lot Of Time. Do not, in future, save it for the last minute.

Do not, likewise, save work on one's own writing for last minute.

So there.

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