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NanoWriMo

I’m jumping on the bandwagon with NanoWriMo too. I’ve not signed up yet, but November is usually productive for me. The tax is done. Christmas is looming. Now if I didn’t have this uni work to do, I’d be acing it.
However, I do have uni work to do. It is writing though so that’s kind of awesome.
I had hoped to finish Into the Dark Glass (first draft) this year, but I didn’t. I’m about 35,000 words in and I’m polishing the first 20,000 words, which I have hand it. Better get to it.

Happy writing

I’m going to try. I have a novel project idea, which I’d love to pursue. I have my uni assignments to complete and I’m moving house later in the month, but I’m going for it.

I haven’t registered on the NanoWriMo website yet. It’s still day one, right?

I first tried to write a novel when I was 19 or 20. I’d thought up a Star Wars story and as I sat down to write, with pencil and paper. Then I thought I’m not smart enough. I had no idea what it was to be a writer and my love for reading was only a few years old. I had a young son and I think I was pregnant with my second. So I put down the pencil and chucked the paper away.

When I turned 40, I had just changed jobs and my youngest daughter was 18. My life was at a turning point. I was locked in traffic and I asked myself, what do you want to do with your life? My answer was I want to write. My first attempt then was a Scottish Historical Romance, which I loved reading. I wrote probably 700 words and thought -this is crap. Again i gave up. I didn’t have what it takes. That was in May 2000. Around November, I had an idea, a character appeared in my head and wouldn’t let me go. It was a science fiction story, with some alien sex (lol).  I started writing, and writing. About 20,000 words in, I bought a book called ‘How to write a novel’ and it was basic. It talked about length, about number of chapters and I sat down and worked out I had enough plot for a novel. I wrote about 100,000 words in 6 weeks. It was shit though. A download from my brain. But I’d written something with a beginning, middle and an end. The next 13 years have been about learning the craft, about exploring writing, building up skills etc.

I sent Relic (the name of the first novel) out for a manuscript appraisal and I started a fantasy novel, which was really hard work. Somehow fantasy was harder. I wrote that while waiting for the feedback. I wrote short stories. The first of which Trent Jamieson published in Redsine. Short stories were my thing for many reasons. I had lots of ideas. The genie had been let out of the bottle. Short stories were a good way to improve my writing, learn writing and being edited and getting feedback.

I kept writing. Revising Relic was a huge task a first, seeming much bigger than actually writing it. I mean there were incomplete sentences, wrong words and it was very first novelish. What do I mean about that? Well the character was in a room and the pacing was so slow, too detailed, that’s very first novelish. There was also info dumping etc. I probably revised it 50 times over the years. (more on Relic and its future journey in a later post).

In my early years, I had romance novel ideas. I never wrote them. I didn’t research romance writing, markets, conventions nothing. Because Relic was supposedly SF and feminist SF at that, my career seemed to be in the speculative fiction vein. Argenterra, which is the second novel I wrote was a fantasy with romance, rather than a fantasy romance. You see, I did enter it in a competition in the US, Rowena Cory Daniels back then used to feed information into the spec fic networks so I entered. Again I thought I’m not good at this. I kept writing. I had more stories in the back of my mind. Category romances. SF romances. I kept telling myself that one day when I’m a full time writer I’ll be able to try romance too. I even joked with myself as another novel remain unsold, that wouldn’t it be funny if I was actually a good paranormal romance writer. I dabbled in some paranormal shorts in spec fic markets. They were published but it was just something that I might do in the future.

In November 2011, for NanoWriMo I start writing a contemporary romance (again encouraged by good friend) . I think the MS stinks. I didn’t finish it as I got RSI. It was hard. I kept wanting to put a ghost in there or a vampire. I’d been working on a paranormal romance for a couple of years, mostly not working on it. I thought it was too hot for publication. (it was before 50 Shades of Gray)  That MS is completed now though.

Fast forward. No novels in spec fic published. Publishing going through major upheavals and structural changes. My friend, Nicole Murphy encourages me to go to the Romance Writers of Australia conference in 2012. Enter Harlequin’s Escape Publishing and I have Rayessa and the Space Pirates published. Wham. Bam.

Flood gates open. I am writing whatever I like. I still have a dark epic fantasy there looking for a home, but I just write. I’ve written a paranormal romance coming out 1 February with Escape ( http://danikristof.wordpress.com ).

I have another sexy paranormal novel out there looking for a home. I’ve got an agent representing my young adult/steampunkish/Victorian gothic horror/romance. I’ve had to publish the paranormal under another name, but OMG!!!  I’m writing romance, paranormal romance, science fiction, whatever. I’m writing.

That’s the funny thing about writing. Just write. Don’t hold yourself back for silly reasons– like I only write this genre.  Do it now. Don’t wait. It’s like saying I’ll paint landscapes when I retire. Why wait? Just go for it?

Do I regret not pursuing the romance writing earlier? Maybe, I’m not sure. Regardless I had to learn how to write. I cut my teeth on speculative fiction. But maybe, just maybe, I’ll earn an income from writing romance. Watch this space.

It’s amazing how absorbed you can be in stuff and you lift your head up and realise you’ve been absent (smack, smack) from your blog for an unforgivable time. The main culprit has been the activity and effort involved in preparing my house for sale. Long nights after days at work. Weekends spent painting, packing, cleaning. Then when it’s ready there’s house hunting. My partner, Matthew Farrer, and I are moving into together. It’s a big commitment and a lot of work. Finding a house is difficult. We were gazumped on the first house, just a day or two before were were to exchange contracts. Right now we are biting nails to see if the current deal goes through. I was so active during the last couple of months that I lost 5 kilos (without the gym).  Go me. Mind you now that I’m not so active I have to watch the weight. I’m also addicted to a clean and tidy house. Imagine that. (it’s tidy because half my possessions are in storage and my study is naked of books).

I’m in the last four weeks of my Masters so I’m pretty flat out there and also in the last and important stages of my work project. At least my masters involves some writing and that story is coming along nicely. We have an intensive class tomorrow. I need to work on my presentation tonight and I have to go to work in the morning after all, beforehand.

Due to illness in the family, we’ve had to call off our trip to World Fantasy Convention in Brighton. I’m sad about that as I had been planning it for two years, but it also didn’t go well with buying and selling houses. So early Saturday morning I’m heading off to Genrecon in Brisbane. I’m looking forward to showing off my under bust corset at the Cutlass and Kimonos banquet. We hope to rebook our trip next year. There is a World SF convention on in London in late August 2014.

In writing news, I sent off the sequel to Rayessa and the Space Pirates to the editor. I guess I’ll hear in due course. This weekend I’ll be signing a contract with Alex Adsett Publishing Services. Alex is very lovely and is going to represent a few of my manuscripts. I also signed a contract with Escape for one of the paranormal romances I’ve been working on. That will be coming out under another name next year. I’ll keep you posted. It’s going under another name because my young adult stuff is under my name and the sexy paranormal has, you know, sex in it.
All in all everything is busy but positive.

It’s July already and I wonder where half the year has gone. I get to this point and look back over the year and think what have I done, usually in the sense of what have I written. Now that Conflux 9 is done and almost dusted (I’m doing the accounts for Conflux Inc), I’ve been free to write.

I drafted a category length paranormal romance late last year and have revised it a number of times, particularly after Conflux 9, where my wits were standing all on end and I really didn’t have the brain space to polish and you can’t get away from the having to polish. I haven’t had it acquired yet, but here’s hoping. A bit of finger tapping going on.

Over the June long weekend, I started writing the sequel to Rayessa and the Space Pirates. I finished the draft over the weekend and it’s now with Nicole, my faithful beta reader  and good friend. She sometimes wears leather when she critques, which is good. So I’m drumming my fingers on the desk about that too.

My first royalty statement is due, but has been delayed. More fingers are tapping.

Late last year, I also finished a longer paranormal/urban fantasy novel. That’s what I’m meant to be working on this month. At work though I’ve been drafting the early stages of a report, which means a lot of time in front of the computer. I have the excuse that I don’t want to do it and I’m a bit brain dead to be thinking about sex scenes and make them zing. (thanks Nicole!) So I have that to do. Not tonight though, even though I think I’m bored out of my wits. A bit of head banging on desk over this. I have the guilt warring with good sense.

I enrolled in uni so I’m set to complete the Masters in Creative Writing this year. We don’t start till August so I have a little bit of time to play with my paranormal fantasy before I get back onto my young adult, steampunk, romantic fantasy that I’m working on. I nod my head. I think a break is a good thing sometimes.

I spoke to my boss about leave for RWA in Freemantle in August. He was happy about that until I pointed out that the deadline to get the issues papers out coincided. I need to check the date, maybe it’s the week before. Still that means some hard work between now and then and a bit of angsting about leave. I’m currently working full time so I should be able to get through everything to meet my deadline. The operative word is should.

The biggest news of the week is that I bought our tickets to go to the World Fantasy Convention in Brighton UK. Finally, we made the commitment. So now we just have to plan who we will visit when we are there and maybe fit in a trip to Ireland. We’ll be gone for a month. Some of the travel overlaps the uni work, so it looks like I’ll have to have assignments done before time, again. Oh well. I’ll see what I can negotiate.

At this point in time I don’t know if I can negotiate, but it’s an option.

Somewhere in there I sighed up to be an Aurealis judge in the graphic novel category. Nothing to read just as yet, but I am looking forward to the  awards ceremony being in Canberra.

That’s all my little news.

It was tough going. There were a few good entries. To solve the dilemma of who must win, I wrote out the answers and read them to Matthew Farrer. He didn’t know who wrote them so it was a good way to choose.

In the end, he chose Simon Petrie’s entry about Captain Skyhook with a telescopic titanium pegleg, a carbon-fibre prosthetic hook, and a pathological fear of space crocodiles …

Simon has an Amazon gift voucher for $20 heading his way and a copy of Rayessa for someone (as he already has a review copy).

Thank you all for participating.

On the weekend, I was up at Supanova and managed to sit in on a question and answer session with Carrie Fisher, the lovely lady who played Princess Leia in Star Wars. While it was hard to hear everything she said due to the acoustics, it was great to hear her funny answers to what must seem like really mundane questions. For example, a little boy said. “Why aren’t you wearing your Princess Leia outfit?” to which she replied. “I’m sorry. I left it at  home, but I do wear it everyday around the house.”

Carrie Fisher also said that when she read the script for Star Wars she thought it was fantastic and that Han Solo had the best part. I agree with her there.

On the drive back to Canberra it got me thinking about Princess Leia and Carrie Fisher and the impact on my life.

I was 17 years old when I saw Star Wars. Yes, it was 1977 and I had just travelled to New Zealand to be with Dave, whom I later married. I remember the day well, as there’d been a movie strike and we heard last minute that it was over and that Star Wars was showing. Of course, the movie blew my mind. I was so excited and it was so wow. Big screen. Really big ships etc.

But last night I was thinking that Star Wars was the first time I’d seen a movie with a strong female character. I was brought up on Star Trek, Lost in Space and Dr Who. Even UFO had strong male leads and very little in the way of strong female leads. She grabbed guns, resisted torture, and had the good sense to fall in love with Han Solo.

Princess Leia’s character opened my mind up to the concept of a woman who could lead, of a woman who was smart and also funny. I was young yes, and I did want to be Princess Leia (I’ll own up to that). I wanted to be smart like her. I’d read a few of the tie in books and the novelisations of the movie and Leia was well-educated and clever. I remember in the 1980s I was at a screening of all three movies in NZ. A girl in the seat in front of me was commenting to the boys she was with. “As if boys would listen to what a girl would say, as if they’d take orders from her.” That comment stuck with me. It wasn’t alien to me that concept but it still was alien to her. She was a teenager. There you go.

Now turning my mind to Carrie Fisher, I see a woman who has had it good and has had it bad. But despite her challenges with drugs, with bipolar, with life in general, she hasn’t given up. She’s not curled up somewhere waiting to die. She fights back. She writes books, makes movies and writes and doctors scripts. She is clever and talented. When I was younger. When life was really tough. When I was poor, a single mother trying to make a better life for me and my kids, I used to say when life kicks you, get right back up and kick it back. I had to do that. I had to make myself continue on, to achieve, to get where I am now. Listening to Carrie Fisher reminded me of that. She fights back. Princess Leia fights back. That’s a strong message to send anyone. I hope she’s passed that on to the millions who are fans of Princess Leia and to those whose lives she touched at Carrie Fisher.

For the record, Carrie. You looked awesome in the metal bikini. You looked awesome in all the movies.

Simon Petrie posted this useful blog entry about the practicalities of epublishing, you know rolling up the sleeves and formatting and file conversions etc. I thought it would be interesting.

simonpetrie's avatarSimon Petrie

I’ve been making e-books for the past couple of years now. As with several of the publishing-related skills I’ve acquired, it’s been an essentially self-taught process, born out of my involvement with Andromeda Spaceways Inflight Magazine, and out of necessity. I’ve made mistakes along the way, and I daresay I still have a few things to learn, but I’m feeling sufficiently comfortable with my level of experience that it’s probably worth passing some pointers on, for them as might be interested in this newfangled digital technology. (It helps, also. to have a nitpicky inclination and a patient temperament, but I can’t really assist on that score.)

So, my Five Rules For Happy E-booking:

1. Use Calibre

Calibre is a shareware e-book management tool, developed by Kovid Goyal. It’s been around a while, and it’s a fairly mature program, but there are still updates released every so often. It’s a…

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This week Sexism versus feminism is all in the news. The high point of the week, that menu featuring our PM, Julia Gillard’s genitals and the outrageous question about her partner’s sexuality. This I think has caused a lot of people to sit up and take notice. Not so much about the feminism debate. Is it feminist to point out sexism? By some of the reactions you see, yes.

I’m fifty-three years old. When I was young sexism was everywhere, in the very fabric of our society. In my mind, I was used to it. It was part of me. Young girls older than me thought of marriage. For their birthdays after age 16 it was presents for the glory box, linen, tea towels, tablecloths. I remember the old folks, the aunts, cousins, friends of my mother talking about them, exclaiming over them. A lot of things were different then too. A man could support a family on one wage. If you were lucky enough to catch a bank teller or a school teacher as a husband you had it made. This might have a lot to do with my cultural and socioeconomic background. (We weren’t rich, but most of my relations had houses or were paying them off like us).

So in comes burning the bra and Germaine Greer. It’s a lot more than that. We lived in a patriarchal society. Discrimination against women was entrenched and many like me I suppose lived with it. As a child I was more interested in about being teased, or bullied or discriminated against because I was Roman Catholic, came from an abusive family (drunk father etc), where we all ran wild. I didn’t know what discrimination was as a concept but I felt the brunt of it. At this time, the Australian Public Service forced women who married to leave their jobs. I was chatting to Satima Flavell about this yesterday and she said female teachers weren’t allowed to marry for the first couple of years either. I’m afraid you can’t get more entrenched than that. Women in those days did not have the high paying jobs either.

Fast forward to my teens and things have moved along. Society has changed. Economies have fluctuated through the stagflation, the structural unemployment and oil shock. My mother was divorced. The children dispatched all over the place. The widows pension was made available to single mothers and divorced women. The pill was freely available. There was sexual liberation. There was still sexism.

In the late 1980s, I experienced sexism in the work place in a way that was hurtful and discriminatory.  But I remember another earlier instance. While in NZ in the 1970s I worked in a service area for a car retailer. I was pawed and pinched all the time by the mechanics and supervisor. When I finally said something about it. I coped it from the blokes. ‘You didn’t complain before’ etc. They became nasty when I stuck up for myself. I was 17 and felt unable to stand up for myself. I’d been sexually abused as a child. My first response to sexual advances was fear.

So anyway, back to 1987-88 and I was working for a stock broking firm in Sydney. I was being asked to train a young man who had written to the firm asking to for a job. I asked my boss why I couldn’t be trained. He said they didn’t promote women. Women got married and had children. I pointed out to him that I was divorced and had my tubes tied. He just shrugged. I even argued that the young men get trained then leave for other jobs with better pay. I felt angry about it, but not angry as I should have. I can’t even recollect if I thought it was discrimination or just the thinking that was prevalent in the industry. I don’t even know if there were anti discrimination laws back then.  I left the firm eventually and went on to study. I’ve never looked back. I went to study so I would be valued so I suppose I should thank my boss for giving me an incentive.

Now I work in the public service and I don’t think I see much sexism in recent years. But maybe in this environment I’m cocooned, from it. Maybe I’m so used to keeping my head down I don’t notice. I did have issues about 15 years ago now, when my boss would hold meetings at 5.30pm and I had to go home to the family, being a single parent. I’d come in the next morning at the two blokes had made all the decisions. I called them on it and asked them to hold the meetings earlier. I don’t think one thing changed as a result of my speaking up. They were people who worked best when late and couldn’t adapt to me.

What does this mean? Does sexism still exist? Obviously. Our politicians are tossing sexist mud pies, and govern like they’re in a scrum fighting over a ball.  The evidence is there for all to see. Maybe it’s a scab on a festering sore.

Is feminism alive and well. It is and it needs to be. Things are better. Women have fought for the right to be treated as a person and have gained a lot of ground. Younger women now have a lot we didn’t have. My daughters don’t face the same barriers. They lives weren’t moulded under the patriarchal society I was. They expect equal treatment. It’s not something they had to fight for. I hope they never lose ground.

I thought I’d blog this again so people don’t miss you. If you have a copy of Rayessa and the Space Pirates don’t worry. You can win it for a friend!

donnamareehanson's avatarDonna Maree Hanson, Author, Phd in Creative Writing

To celebrate because I feel like it, I’m giving away a copy of my ebook, Rayessa and the Space Pirates-a rollicking space opera with romance suitable for young adults.

All you have to do is invent a quirky, interesting or funny space pirate name and a few words about the characteristics of said pirate and leave it in the comment field or use the contact form to email it to me. I will choose the funniest and maybe also do a draw out another name too. I’m running the giveaway for 2 weeks (ending Monday 17 June, 2013). To sweeten the deal, I’ll also be giving away a $20 Amazon Gift Voucher!Rayessa and the Space Pirates_cvr

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