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June 15th, 2014
You know where I live sometimes? I live in databases. It was my job, when I had a job, and it's what I do as a volunteer. Today I ticked a box in a database to mark Jay Lake as deceased, and it hit me, as it hadn't really hit me until now, that Jay is really dead. It's not that I hadn't known it before, and it's not that I hadn't been sad about it before, but it hadn't gut-punched me before. Jay's dead, and today I had to do something minor and official about that, and I sat down on the floor and sobbed for a few moments.
Jay Lake was my cancer buddy. He was probably your cancer buddy, too. He was cancer buddies with a lot of people, people he knew, people he'd never meet, and probably people who will find his words years from now and take comfort and courage from them.
Jay was my buddy in real life before he was my cancer buddy, but in a much more casual way. I saw him at Orycons and at Clarion West parties; we talked about writing and about how Clarion West had missed the boat, turning him down years before. Jay was always a colorful presence in his Hawai'ian shirts; hell, he'd have been colorful in white shirts and black suits. He dueled with pool noodles instead of swords, sold manuscripts at auction like a pro selling cattle, could double an entendre in several languages, classical and modern.
We started corresponding and talking about cancer after his first dramatic diagnosis. At that point, my sister was a several-year survivor of colon cancer, and I could say to Jay, been there with someone I loved, she made it, you can, too, and these were the things she did that made chemo less horrible. A while later, Jay was doing well, but my sister had colon cancer again, and Jay could say to me, hang in there, how's your sister, these are the things I learned my first time around. He helped me get through that fear of losing her, a fear which was stronger the second time through.
And then Jay had cancer again. My sister and Jay would pass messages via me to each other about their chemo ports and dealing with various gastrointestinal issues. They never met; they never spoke; I'm not sure I ever told Jay my sister's name (her name is Gini). Maybe they had a camaraderie of illness, or maybe they had just learned that their support system got stronger when it functioned as more of a network of people supporting multiple sick people.
Gini's doing well now; every day of her life is a bonus. We've lost Jay, and I expect I'll miss him at random points for the rest of my life, just as I miss my other deceased friends and relations at random points already. I got no great philosophical wrapup for this entry. Get on with living your life; Jay lived his thoroughly while he was alive.
March 17th, 2014
In praise of the somewhat good humble text editor
Most of you won't care about this, but if you need to edit some messy data in text format or look closely at some long, tangled lines of code, Ian Mead's UltraEdit is the best. It's been a while since I've had to use it, but it's still the best.
And now, back to that messy data.
February 7th, 2014
Asimov's table of contents
A few days ago, I got my copy of the March 2014 issue of Asimov's Science Fiction
, with a story by Cat Rambo on the cover. Opposite the table of contents, there's an ad for this summer's Clarion West Writers Workshop
, with instructors Paul Park, Kij Johnson, Ian McDonald, Hiromi Goto, Charlie Jane Anders, and John Crowley. It's a fine line-up.
And then in the table of contents, there's that cover novelette by Cat Rambo, Clarion West 2005, and short stories by Jay O'Connell, Clarion West 1994, Genevieve Williams, Clarion West 2002, and Dominica Phetteplace, Clarion West 2007. I think, yeah, this is why I volunteer for this workshop.
My smug feeling lasts long enough for me to flip through the contents of the previous issue, which had only one CW alumnus in it (Greg Beatty, CW 2000). Well, the hell with smugness. If you're a beginning science fiction or fantasy writer and you're interested in going to a challenging six-week summer workshop, Clarion West might be the place for you. Apply by midnight Pacific Time on March 1; apply by midnight on February 10 to get $10 off on the application fee.
December 29th, 2013
If you have ever made your own lined drapes with formal headers, I now know that no one can possibly have properly appreciated your work. I applaud you. I don't even need to see the drapes you made in order to know that you deserve applause.
July 30th, 2013
Yesterday my inner four-year-old whacked off her hair with scissors, while my outer fifty-eight-year-old stood back and watched in horror. My inner four-year-old is more skilled with scissors than she used to be, so I still look mostly okay, particularly if you squint when you look at the right side of my head.
I look even better if you only look at my left side.
I'd probably look better still if I wore a hat at all times.
At some point, my raging allergies will get under control enough that I can go back to Spin the reasonably-priced barber and get my hair cut without the chemicals in the really-not-very-chemically barber shop setting me off. This is not that point. This is also not the point when I'll grow my hair long again and just get it trimmed once every year or two.
July 11th, 2013
Seattle's eccentric alternative weekly newspaper The Stranger recently referred to Clarion West as Fancy-pants sci-fi-minded writing organization Clarion West. Sponsor me in the Clarion West Write-a-thon
, and I'll send you a pair of genuine Clarion West Fancy-pants, as seen in Jay Lake's LJ.
Or sponsor someone else; there are 344 writers
and one illustrator
participating in the Write-a-thon this year (I think there are some writer-illustrators as well, but then we're getting more granular than I think I ought to be).
I'm writing. I'm writing. I may never finish anything, but I'm writing,.
Independence Day weekend
The United States of America celebrates its declaration of independence from Great Britain on July 4th every year. Every year, I celebrate by reading the Declaration of Independence and the US Constitution, by hanging a US flag from my porch, by watching a fireworks display, and by saying, "Happy Independence Day!" particularly cheerfully to anyone who wishes me a happy fourth of July.
I used to be extremely curmudgeonly about those who call the holiday by its date rather than by its meaning. Now I'm only a wee bit curmudgeonly about it, while conceding that others may not see the subtle shading from extremity to wee bittity when it comes to my curmudgeosity.( Read more, because I wrote more...Collapse )
June 5th, 2013
Clarion West Write-a-thon challenge
In honor of the 30th consecutive Clarion West summer workshop and the 10th Clarion West Write-a-thon, here's a challenge that's 30 times 10. Kate Schaefer (yes, that's me, talking about myself in the third person) and Karen G. Anderson have pledged a dollar a person each for everyone who participates in the Write-a-thon, up to 299 people/$299. If Clarion West gets 300 participants, their pledges turns into $600 instead of $300 each, for a total of $1200.
Just think of it: 300 writers, each pursuing a separate artistic vision while getting a little extra motivation and encouragement from the others.
The deadline for signing up for the Clarion West Write-a-thon is June 22, the day before the workshop starts. The Write-a-thon sign-up page is at http://clarionwest.org/writeathon.
Any friends of the workshop want to join us in this challenge? You can make a challenge pledge publicly or anonymously; just send email to firstname.lastname@example.org.
Feel free to spread this challenge around, and do sign up if you're writing this summer. We want to give that all money to Clarion West, but we won't do it if we don't get 300 participants.
The fine print, now in normal size type: what the hell is a Write-a-thon, anyway? It's a chance to be part of Clarion West without attending the workshop. It's a way to set yourself some ambitious writing goals, declare them in public, and try to achieve those goals at the same time as the students attending the workshop try to achieve their writing goals. Like any thing-a-thon, there's a fundraising component; unlike most thing-a-thons, the fundraising component is optional. Clarion West is a nonprofit, and it costs money to put on writing workshops, so we hope you will ask your friends to consider sponsoring you as you meet your writing goals. The writing always comes first, so if you want to participate in solidarity with other writers this year and think about maybe asking for sponsors next year, please go right ahead. And thanks again.
May 4th, 2013
I'm at Corflu. Stu Shiffman is not at Corflu. I want to put together a one-shot fanzine for Stu, written here. I've promised to write an article for that one-shot before midnight tonight. I'm also going to ask people who make Corflu-related LJ entries (like this one by Kate Yule
) if I can scarf those entries for this purpose, to give Stu a composite flavor of the convention.
Friends of Stu, are you with me? You don't have to be at Corflu to participate.
For this purpose, short is better than long, and done is better than perfect. Unlike one-shots of the far-distant past, this need not be composed continuously on a beer-spattered typewriter in the consuite. You can email me your contribution or post it as a comment to this entry or hand it to me in the hall late this evening.