Arc! Arc! Arc!

I am terrible, terrible about news.  I hang on, not wanting to post unless I have something interesting to say, and then when something does happen I either squirrel it away or lack the time to write “a proper post” about it.  The end result is a slow blog and news that hasn’t gone out.  But here it is, late but no less relevant:

Book!  Book!  Book!  AGAIN!!!Yes, I have my Advance Review Copies for Wild Hunt!  And they are beautiful.  I’ve been told that there’s a particular “new book smell” about the copies you receive, or a different feel to them, but for me the most wonderful and strange element of the whole experience is opening it to any page.  There’s always a moment where I don’t quite recognize the words, and then a burgeoning sense of deja vu as it finally clicks that yes, I know this part because I wrote it.

Even though I spent so much time writing this novel, choosing those words, tracing those plots, it seems so far from this bound copy in my hands.  Maybe it’s still some magical quality that I assign to books, maybe it’s that I still can’t quite believe this whole situation, but it still feels strange that there are books — multiple books, now! — that are full of the stories I’ve told.

Release date is January 12.  Just in time for Arisia!

Wednesday Magic District: Down from Monadnock

Today’s Magic District post is pretty much one big extended metaphor, probably the result of one part of my brain seizing onto an idea while the rest of it works out the last couple of chapters before I hand the MS over to BRAWL on Sunday. Here I am trying to get the big climactic scene fixed, and one part of my brain refuses to think about anything but mountains.  Go figure.

This is belated, but the reading in Williamstown with Elizabeth Bear was fantastic!  Thank you to all who came — I’m so glad I got the chance to see you.  And thanks to Inkberry and the Williams English Department as well, for sponsoring the event in the first place!

More news tomorrow. Right now, chapter nineteen is giving me a funny look, and I must do something about that.

Wednesday Magic District and Readercon schedule

For today’s Magic District, I’m obsessing over trivia.  While that’s nothing unusual, this time I have the insecurity of My Professional Image! to worry about.  (Bah.  I don’t have much of an image to begin with; it’s hard to see how I could dent what’s not there.)

Also, I’ll be attending Readercon this weekend.  My schedule’s a little different from the one posted — my reading time shifted slightly.  Or at least I think it has.  Anyway, I’ll be there in time to work things out.

Friday 7:00 PM, VT: Reading (30 min.)
I’ll be reading an unpublished short story concerning, among other things, dirigibles, brains in tanks, intrigue, flying serpents, derring-do, and a nice hot cup of tea.

Sunday 1:00 PM, VT: Group Reading
Beneath Ceaseless Skies Group Reading (60 min.) Scott H. Andrews (host) with Saladin Ahmed, S. C. Butler, Michael DeLuca, C. C. Finlay.
Readings from the semimonthly online zine of literary adventure fantasy edited by Andrews.  (I’ll be reading from “Dragon’s-Eyes.”)

Hope to see you there!

Five things

Ages and ages ago, I got tagged with the “five things people don’t know about you” meme by the Velveteen Rabbi, and now that I have my brain back, it’s time to make an attempt. However, there’s a slight difficulty in that I’m writing this blog for two different audiences: a few people who know me very well (hi, Auntie Lou!), and readers of the internet at large, who don’t know me at all. So I’ve decided to make this a two-tiered set of answers — the first is something basic about me that my close friends already know, the second fleshes that out a little.

1. I’m an identical twin. My sister’s an academic, working towards her doctoral degree, and we’re close enough that we can see each other often. (My younger sister, also an academic, lives farther away, but we try to stay in touch, partly because she’s much cooler than either of us.)
1a. I can’t stand most portrayals of twins in fiction. Either they’re polarized, good/evil, jock/nerd, etc., or they’re treated as essentially the same person. And let’s not even get into the whole weird sexual issues around them; that just gives me the creeps. Any recommendations for books that have non-polarized, non-interchangeable twins who are not screwing each other would be welcome.

2. I’ve been writing since second grade. (A copy of my first work, The Cases of Detective Snoopy, got brought out at my wedding reception. All I can say is that I’ve gotten better since then.)
2a. For all of seventh through ninth grade, I carried around a couple of notebooks in which I wrote two separate novels. One was a clunky fairy-tale pastiche with big battle scenes that didn’t quite grasp the underlying concept of warfare; the other was a sprawling epic fantasy in three volumes. I started typing up a revised draft of the latter, but didn’t get very far. The notebooks served their purpose, though: they were a shield against the junior high and high school worlds. I might not have lived in the real world for much of that time, but I liked the world where I did live.

3. I love to bake, even though I don’t have much time for it. Specifically, I love to bake muffins. They’re easy quickbreads, and done well they’re a lot of payoff for very little work.
3a. I’d really like to take a few weeks to experiment with muffin recipes to see if there are some that can be made more easily and quickly, say for large gatherings. I can make batter ahead and freeze it (depending on the recipe), but what I’d really like to do is run a few test batches. Of course, this would require not only time that I don’t have, but also a team of willing testers. And jam. We’d need jam.

4. I love hiking, even though I’m slow and out of shape. (Knees! Why do you torment me so!)
4a. I’ve made some bad decisions while hiking — taking a certain path up Monadnock on a damp day was one of the stupidest things I’ve ever done, and I think it was just luck that we came back down the mountain unscathed — and so am a little skittish of some trails or of hiking without preparation. However, I always seem to bring the wrong thing: extra water that never gets drunk, extra layers that never get used, etc. And I always forget the sunscreen.

5. I’ve never pierced my ears, but I do have a tattoo.
5a. The reason I’ve never pierced my ears is solely due to the remnants of a childish desire to distinguish myself from my twin, who got hers pierced in her teens. However, this backfired, because I ended up jealous of her for being able to wear more of the fun jewelry.  This is why I often wear ear cuffs instead, which can be twinkly without needing any holes punched in anything.

Wednesday Magic District: Spinach in my teeth

Today’s Magic District post has me mulling over the editing process and the reasons behind changing a story at someone else’s request.  I manage to both mention the summer blockbuster movie “Boobs and Explosions” and make a clumsy comparison between editors and costuming assistants.  Or maybe stage managers.  Go take a look, and feel free to tell me I’ve gotten it completely wrong.

Signing out of nowhere!

Due to a number of unusual circumstances (some of which involve sleep deprivation on my part), it looks like I’ve let at least one event creep up on me.  It turns out that I’ll be at the Books-a-Million in Muncie later today — 11:00 AM — for a small event and possibly a signing, should anyone want anything signed.

I’m a bit dazed, and only part of that is due to how I’m posting this before any coffee.  But it’s good to be back where I grew up.  Yes, I’m now in Indiana, and will be here for the next few days.  I’ll be at the Indiana Academy on Monday night, then at the Jay County Public Library on Tuesday night.  (More details about those as the days get closer and I get my coffee.)  In between now and then, I’m going to relax, go to a baseball game, watch the squirrels from the kitchen window, and take it easy.

And get some coffee.

Number One!

I’m Number One!

Okay, so that’s a stretch.  But the good folks at Number One Novels have been kind enough to post an interview!  I answer a few questions about how Spiral Hunt got published,  what I’ve got in the works at the moment, and my inability to commit to a single favorite author.  Also, my less-than-effective methods of book promotion.  Maybe I just need a better megaphone.

Friday teapot blogging: Willow

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No heart-shaped pots today; just a plain teapot with a special pattern.

I don’t own a Blue Willow teapot, and given that I already own more teapots than I can use, I won’t be owning one in the near future.  The pattern is a standard of many porcelain makers (is there a more concise way to put that?) and it’s currently enjoying a resurgence in popularity.  

What makes the pattern special to me is that I associate it with my maternal grandmother, who had a set of Blue Willow china at her cabin in New Hampshire.  I think she was the one who told me the story associated with the pattern, of lovers separated and elopement and pursuit.  Even though the story seems to have no basis in actual legend, I liked having a story on my plate at every dinner.  I don’t know if she actually had a Blue Willow teapot in among the other china, but I wouldn’t be surprised.

Wednesday Magic District: In which I am sneaky like an airhorn.

My Wednesday Magic District post is up: I’m being subtle!  Look!  Look how subtle I’m being!  I suspect you can figure out what it’s about from the title.

Meanwhile, here’s a reminder for those of you in the Boston area to visit Pandemonium Books and Games.  If you want to see me, I’ll be there tomorrow evening at 7:00; but really, just go visit Pandemonium, regardless of who’s there.

Signing at Pandemonium 3/19

I get to make appearances!  Cool!pandemonium

I’ll be reading and signing at Pandemonium Books and Games in Cambridge on Thursday, March 19, starting at 7:00 PM.  

If you’re in the Boston area and haven’t been to Pandemonium, you’re really missing out.  They’ve got a fantastic selection of science fiction and fantasy, used and new, and their staff always have good suggestions.  (They’ve even been helpful when I sprung a question on them designed to drive bookstore clerks mad: “I’m looking for a book but can’t remember the author or the title…”   Yeah.  That.  But they didn’t kill me, and they found the book.  I probably ought to sacrifice to the Lords of Book Karma in thanks.)

Big Idea post

And again with the kind authors letting me take up blog space: I’ve got a Big Idea piece up at the Whatever, where I go on  about Celtic myth, changing stories, and finding old friends in research.  Thanks again to John Scalzi for giving me space to talk!

Guest blog!

One of the cooler things that’s happened since Spiral Hunt was picked up has been the contact with other awesome authors.  Marjorie M. Liu, author of The Iron Hunt (which is fantastic, by the way), has been kind enough to give me a spot on her blog to talk about cities, urban fantasy, and why the urban setting is one of the most potent ones for fantasy writers.  Go and take a look, and thanks again to Marjorie for the guest spot!

Pride

When I was in junior high school, Veterans’ Day and other patriotic holidays were celebrated by, among other things, playing Lee Greenwood’s “Proud to Be an American” over the PA system.

I hated that song. Still hate it. The thing is, I don’t hate it because I’m not proud to be an American. I hate it because it cheapened the pride I do have. Because it turned what should have been a considered, thoughtful approach to one’s country into a knee-jerk response, echoed the line that I always heard as defensive and whiny: “at least I know I’m free.” (Also, it was one hell of an earworm, and back then I hadn’t learned the trick of humming ABBA to get a song out of one’s head.)

I admit that a lot of this was the result of being in junior high, when anything I didn’t like had to be awful and why couldn’t anyone else see that I was right? But my dislike of the song remained. And I thought about it a lot this last year, particularly when Michelle Obama got excoriated for her (perfectly innocent, I thought) remark that she was finally proud of her country. It seemed that unthinking pride was somehow supposed to be better than the sudden realization that there was a cause worth fighting for.

For the obvious reasons, I’m remembering all that today. Over the last few years, I’ve been ashamed of what’s been done in my name as an American. That won’t go away because we have a new president. But now I’m also proud of where we are, of who represents us in the world, and what we can do.

Being proud to be an American doesn’t mean that I can sit back and bask in how awesome we are. It means that I have to work to make this country what we hope it can be — and if something goes wrong, if this administration or, in four or eight years, the next administration, wonks up badly, then I don’t get to throw up my hands and say well darn, I tried, what’s on tv?

We’ve had enough of despair. Time to work to make something to be proud of.

Into other worlds

This is embarrassingly belated, but there’s a new online magazine for lovers of secondary-world fantasy: Beneath Ceaseless Skies, currently featuring stories by Chris Willrich and Yoon Ha Lee.

Secondary-world fantasy is difficult to get right — it’s very easy, for me at least, to get bogged down in the details of worldbuilding and neglect either the plot or the style of the story.  Or, going the other way, it’s easy to cobble together a world out of scraps without a care for its internal consistency or for ingenuity.  But when it’s done well, when the world and the plot and the style all feed into each other and weave together, it can be stunning.  And the stories in Beneath Ceaseless Skies are done well, with an eye toward literary skill as well as fantastic (in both senses of the word) worlds.

I’ve even sold them a story (and one of which I am very proud): “Dragon’s-Eyes” will be forthcoming in Beneath Ceaseless Skies, probably sometime after the turn of the year. 

Go take a look.  Immerse yourself in other worlds for a while.

I liiiive!!!

(Three exclamation marks. The sure sign of an unsound mind.)

Welcome to Margaret Ronald’s blog. Bio and bibliography are to the left, fiction is to the right, giant tentacled thing is right behind you.

I don’t know how often I’ll be posting. I have a bad habit of using the web to procrastinate, so if I decide that I have to spend less time online, this will probably be one of the first things I cut out. Yes, I have my priorities messed up. This is nothing new.

Also, I lack a cat, so I believe the grand tradition of Friday Cat Blogging is out of my grasp. I may have to start Friday Teapot Blogging instead.

The blogroll and links are currently rather bare, so any suggestions for additions would be appreciated. Credit for this site should go to Josh Ain, who made me get off my butt and put this page together, then helped me to understand at least some of what I was doing.