Colour of Maine (1/3)

Happy New Year. Yeah, sure. Buy precious metals: silver and lead. In the meantime, I am beginning book #19: my third short story collection. Especially after my last three novels, there are many, many threads which need to be tied off. One of which is Miss Colour Jansen of Maine, Northern Federation, who Aurie made off with in Regent and we see now and again in Ice Inundation Intelligence. I threw some words at the wall between Christmas and New Years to give her closure, and that’s what we’ll see this week.

After that, I really need to find out what the hell happened in Broken Child, a story in Imperial Entanglements. I’ve seen resentment about Aurie being Fussy’s successor, and I’ve a few other things buzzing in the back of my mind, as well.

My objective is to have all the shorts done by Ash Wednesday. As I’m sure my copyeditor is giving up booze for Lent, he can bill me after Easter. That leaves me the task of one more novel, to be written, edited, cover, published, by June, just in time for Ximaginarium. I can do that.

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Imaginarium X

tl;dr: Lots of fun, much learned, will go back.

Got in Friday after a 4.5 hour drive. Given I’ve been stuck getting through Cincinnati for hours, no complaint. They put me on the 4th floor; cool! I learned last year the ice makers are only on 2,4,6. Annnd, the one on four didn’t work. Oh, well. I need the exercise. Mix a drink, put proper clothes on, and head down. Everyone is still setting up. Found Holly Phillipe then had to re-find her as the Red Bull Rep seemed to think I worked for the con. So much for nicer clothes. Shortly after ran into Stephen Zimmer, a contract employee of mine. I hear he has something to do with the con, but never figured it out.

Came across Lemur Master right after. He made a quip about @CaptainV from Gab. I commented, “Yeah, too bad he’s not here.” Mr Isenberg pointed over my shoulder. “The guy with the goatee? That’s him.” Well, dang. Introductions all around. After bouncing from table to table, we finally found and founded the new Lemur Throne, becoming the social focus of our little subgroup.

The next day, Friday, started at noon. I hit the “Publicity & Marketing” panel, being older about newsletters and paid reviews. Yes, my ethics are now officially out of date; so, I’m looking at Booksprout. I wanted to go to the “Publishing Options” panel, but ended up back at the Throne, talking about a little bit of everything. @CaptainV, given name Mark, I think, didn’t give me permission to use his surname, so I won’t. While an interesting personal background and sitting on TONNES of story material, he’s one of those people who “just haven’t gotten around to it, yet.” People such as that piss me off and I laid into him, someone who could beat me to a pulp if he wanted. Sorry, I’m sick to death of that BS excuse. One of the reasons we lost the culture war was creators from our side of the river sat on their hands, and muttered, “maybe tomorrow.” I did apologize the next morning but he waved it off. Because he knows I’m right.

My panel, “St. Tay, Pray for Us,” was at 1700. Huge room, I had fifty agendas. Maybe ten showed up. I’m not sure exactly why, but as there was a similar panel the next day at 1245, I suspect that, as we live in a post-Christian, hyper-secular society, the panel name turned or scared people off. I tried to keep things bouncing from panelist to panelist, even inviting early questions from the audience. Something I do not normally do. Back to the room for another drink, or two, then to the Throne.

Saturday at 0900, “Increasing Reviews” was something of a recapitulation of the “Publicity & Marketing” I went to, earlier. I’ve done booktours before but never thought about an audio booktour for the one I have. I’ll fix that. That other AI panel (“it’s an expert system!” I shout into the wilderness, unheeded), had about twice as many. There was a brief misunderstanding about panelist seating and I’d like to go on record that Arlan Andrews is rude AF. I’d not much to say, but toward the end, a Mr Hearn asked a two pronged question about macroeconomic impacts and “where’s this all going?” Allow me to retort! I introduced myself after. A short conversation at the Thone led to a need for more whiskey; turned out, 1) his room was next to mine, and 2) he’s got better taste in whiskey than I do. We started talking stories (I had all sixteen of my books on display) which shaded over into book cover design. Clever chap and I want to stay in touch with clever people.

Up early the next morning, I was exhausted. Unlike my DayJob where I need maybe 1% of my brain, being “full on” and personable was killing me. Also, I didn’t want to get stuck in 2-3 hours of northbound Cincinnati traffic, so I left. Still tired, I had to stop at a rest area just north of that city and take a nap. Even so, within less than a mile to go, I fell asleep again, this time while in a roundabout, but for only a split second. Went home, played with the dogs, at was in bed by 1930.

In hindsight, I should have recorded those free-wheeling conversations at the Throne. We likely covered more material in those hours than any ten panels. Perhaps “Insights from the Lemur Throne” will be a panel next year? And, yes, I’ll be going back.

Deus vult.

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Imaginarium, Arrival

Just over a four-hour drive; not that bad. Right as I’m parking at the hotel, Daughter #1 calls to say she locked herself out of her car. In Columbus. I’m in Louisville. “Call AAA,” I said. She forgot her card. I read off the phone number and took a pic of my member #. This is a cum laude grad with a BS. I fear for our future.

In better news, I got some ice and started mixing drinks. Once I reach a level of stasis I’ll venture out to see how the set up is going.

Happy February

In the US, it’s the shortest month for a reason.

Just as a clearinghouse update, here’s the news: my copyeditor has returned the blood-soaked body of “Regent” to me. I wanted to begin implementing editorial changes last weekend but remain focused on writing – imagine that. He also is in possession of “Imperial Entanglements,” but since I’ve not moved on what I have, that’s not urgent. The description for both of those are in the mind of my cover designer; not heard from her since Sunday so I’m hoping she’s not frozen in her central German home.

Work on “New Russia,” and the more I think about it, the less I like that working title; I’ll give it time, continues. From cutting my way back about 2000 words to 8000 and restarting the story, I’m now just over 14,000. I’ve introduced Canadian Lt. Eloise Patel from part two of “Obligations of Rank,” as well have touched on her non-relationship with “Robert Hardt.” There is still much Russian Army internal politics I do not get, so once past the next one or two scenes, I may have to take a day for research and notes. I remain convinced I can get the raw MS to my copyeditor by the end of March, which shall count as a win for my “3 Books in 3 Months” challenge.

Not confirmed yet but I may be hosting a panel at Imaginarium about Expert Systems (not AIs; the first person to say that gets the noose) in writing and graphic arts. The title should be “St. Tay, Pray for Us.” Understandable to any regular reader here.

That’s about it for now. Back to Manitoba. It simplified things when I realized Winnipeg is under the ice already, effectively cutting off central Canada from eastern Canada. I’m sure the Russian Major General breathed a sigh of relief when that overhead imagery came in.

A tiny update

Following attending Imaginarium in Louisville, Kentucky, I am older about submitting short stories for contests. I made some improvements to Tay’s story and sent it off to Mysterion Sunday before-last. I re-worked the opening chapter of Friend and Ally into a stand-alone story and it went to Writers of the Future this past Sunday. I’m now tinkering with Ceres for an anthology from Three Ravens Publishing. I’ve got some time for that one so am not rushing any ideas.

Imaginarium Diary, Day 4

Imaginarium Diary. Day 4, part 1. Came to around 0800. Went to Sunday Service at 0900. I so do not get Protestants… and I was agnostic until 26 years old. But it was nice. John Pyka has an excellent voice… his next Star Chamber visit should be a musical.

Taking things out to the car. There’s one last panel for me at 1230.

I would like to publicly thank God for the opportunity to call @josisenberg a friend.

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Imaginarium Diary. Day 4, part 2. 250 miles and back home. The Religious Writing panel went fairly well… recall what I said about Protestants? Them and we Papists can use the same words and talk completely past one another, even in good faith (swidt).

Before I left my wife texted “HOW DID ELIAS COSPLAY LOSE?!” Since I do not pay attention well to humans, I’m not sure. I’m hoping that there will be a wonderful summary – with pictures – of Imaginarium 2022 posted soon…

While I did not sign any contract there, I’ve two follow-up leads. As for improving name recognition, I was almost out the door when there was a “Clayton?” called from behind me. It seems I am now known to the Catholic Deaconate of Louisville. Perhaps as a warning to others?

Educational and informative. If they let me back, I’ll be there for 2023.

Imaginarium Diary, Day 3

Imaginarium Diary. Day 3, part 0. Raining outside again. There’s a panel about the business of writing in two hours. I should be almost human by then.

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Imaginarium Diary. Day 3, part 1. Just sat down for Business of Writing panel. Supposedly two hours. I’ve initial doubts. Sitting by the door.

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Imaginarium Diary. Day 3, part 2. Okay, that went better than I expected. Elizabeth Donald has an excellent grasp of facts and ran the panel on rails.

I’ve word that while @FreeExpression7 is mostly dead, he is somewhat alive.

My foray into indie publishers is not going well. I simply cannot play “human” well enough to convey my desire for help and what brilliant works I have to offer them.

Another panel in 50 min with yesterday’s mentioned cutie about cross-genre fiction. Which is all my books.

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Imaginarium Diary. Day 3, part 3. The Writing Militaria panel was fantastic. Even when it went off rails, the audience questions were superb and we were back on track in seconds.

Everyone left this panel with smiles and exchanged greetings.

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Imaginarium Diary. Day 3, part 4. With the very welcome assistance of @josisenberg I was able to stagger about and take 2nd place in the cosplay presentation. I didn’t get 1st as I left the character’s staff behind. Because stupid.

Imaginarium Diary, Day 2

Imaginarium Diary. Day 2, part 0. Out of habit woke up at 0600. Registration doesn’t open until 1000 and the meat of the con until 1200. Drinking a Manhattan and going back to sleep for a while.

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Imaginarium Diary. Day 2, part 1. Met that poor homeless vagrant again. Sad. Went to a panel about worldbuilding only to realize I’m better at it than they are. Strafed a panel about “Why We Cosplay” just to let them know, I’m better at that, too. There’s one on Historical Fiction in 90 minutes… wonder how that will turn out?

There are a few Karens of both sexes still wearing masks. It’s like carrying a sandwich-board which reads “DANGER! I AM A SOCIOPATH!”

“False modesty is the refuge of the incompetent.”

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Imaginarium Diary. Day 2, part 2. Historical Fiction panel was okay but nothing I didn’t know. The hot little archeologist was certainly easy on the eyes.

The Blog/Podcast/YouTube panel was good. Pyka had lots of advice and I shall try to act on it.

The Bourbon and Books panel is at 2030. I can make that so long as I only have to walk in straight lines.

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Imaginarium Diary. Day 2, part 3. Drinking alcohol by amateurs happened. A squad was called. I got the wheelchair for another.

Creative conventions are not at all like animecons.
Better class of people, I suppose.

Imaginarium Diary, Day 1

Currently at a creative’s convention in Louisville, Kentucky, AINO. Updates will be a day late as I make my way around this new environment.

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Imaginarium Diary. Day 1, part 1. Awake at 0800, amazed the dogs let me sleep in. Fried eggs and bacon – nothing boiled in a dang bag, @GuardAmerican – then I’ll be off to the market for bottled tea for the 4 hour drive and some pre-made sandwiches (also not boiled).

Toying with ideas for @SandyLender‘s writing workshop this evening. I’ve seen the op – Tay borrowing her mother’s android to do physical research on Linear A clays – but kid brother Ivan shows up and wants to play.

How do Machines play in the Void?

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Imaginarium Diary. Day 1, part 2. Made it to the hotel in good time. This area has changed much since I was last here 20 years ago. Spoiled the last 15 years by having 3 other people help unload, so that took 3 trips. Cosplay is still outside as there were some sus characters vagrantizing the lobby.

Ice machines only on every other floor? That’s a one star review, right there.

From all my years at animecons I know to stay hydrated. Working on that now.

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Imaginarium Diary. Day 1, part 3. Participated in @SandyLender‘s Flash Fiction Workshop; knocked out another 2100-word story about Tay (and her annoying kid brother) in two hours.

Had the pleasure to meet Daniel Dark, whose Southern Gentleman’s Cigar Trolley inspired my book “Obligations of Rank.”

@FreeExpression7 seems happy I’m here. We’ll test that when the Feds show up.

Met and talked with some homeless vagrant for a bit. This hotel lets anyone wander in. I wonder where @josisenberg is?