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Something else I learned from Myths, Lies and Half-truths of Language Useage.
Read these words out loud:
daughter
slaughter
onslaught
fraught
taught
Now say this one... )

Ha! Kinda cool, huh? That's called a linguistic fossil: evidence of how that collection of letters used to be pronounced. The English used to say the words above as dafter, slafter, onslaft, etc. Why did laughter keep the old sounds while the others dropped off? Well, I don't know, but I'm sure someone does. Actually, I do a little, but it's too long to go into here. So freakin' cool.

Virginia Beach was amazing, as usual. I have a new respect for Velveta cheese, as it figured prominently in a story involving a one-eyed sea serpent, a giant, and aliens. I wish I could explain further, but I'd have to be put in the witness protection plan if I did. I spent too much time on the phone; so much so that my dollbabies threatened to take my phone and toss it into the ocean! Next year will be different, I swear. If I go back on it, they absolutely WILL follow through on their threats.

Four of the ladies and I went to see The Avengers--and it had nothing whatsoever to do with the delectable eye-candy onscreen. Nope, not even a little. Intellectually stimulating film, The Avengers. I watched it for the articles--honest. And really, I did love it the way I loved Thor and Iron Man and The Hulk. I love me a superhero movie, yes I does.

We played games on Monday night, talked books on Tuesday, watched American Idol together on Wednesday, we made Kumihimo things in the afternoon and went out for dinner on Thursday, and on Friday, I got to visit with the spectacular[livejournal.com profile] kskye1027, who met me at the Sonic and bought me a cherry coke. The days were full of silence and writing, chatter and walks on the beach, The Daily Show with Julie and Marg and Mary. Breakfasts and strong coffee, so much good food, and cake.
The week ended too soon. It always does. I know that's part of what makes the week so special. Like Brigadoon, it happens only once in a great while, and for a short time--magic. That's what dollbabyweek is. Total magic.

I got some pretty cool news last week on the Finder front. I can't tell what it is, because it's just a possibility at the moment, and one I won't know the facts of for quite some time. But it is monstrously cool. You'll have to take my word for it. :)

AND! I finished all my reworkings and fuddlings of Beyond the Gate and handed it off to Kim who might just end up being my editor on this one. Very exciting. Now I wait, like a good author should, and must, and hates doing anyway.

Last but not least, I got my panels for ConQuest next week--yes, next week! I can't believe it!
Linguistics in SF/F: (moderating this one) What does a fully developed language add to a story/world? how do you make one? From Pig Latin to Huttese, languages help shape a world mythos.

Star-Crossed Lovers: They Don't Just Happen in YA Discuss the adults who find true love and the demons/werewolves/vampires/fairies/evil governments they must battle.

The Rapunzle Syndrome: Can you have a strong female character and still be rescued by a man? Rapunzle needed a prince, but the prince needed Rapunzle. Can you have romance with both hero and heroine on equal footing or does there always have to be a damsel in distress?

I also have two book signings and a launch party in there! And a barbeque on Sunday. It's going to be one hell of a long and busy weekend!

That's my wrap-up of the week. How was yours?
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It is amazing, how silent a house full of women can be. We're all in the same, sunny room, doors open to the rush of the sea and the squorking gulls. Diana, Linda, Julie, Karin, Marg, Linda, Geri, and me (Sara and Mary are downstairs at the moment.) Still, it is silent, the keyboard clicking the only other sound; and the occasional turn of a page.

There is freshly baked chocolate cake downstairs.
There will be chatter and laughter later.
Tonight is game night.

This is bliss.

You may not see me, but I'll be here, keeping up with all your news. After today, I get to stop working and get back to BTG and TSOW in earnest.


Kim Vandervort has a really great post up over on Heroines of Fantasy: Why is ritual important to us as humans, and us as writers? Great thinkish stuff. Come think with us. :)

 <--this is what I wake up to every morning.

NUF

May. 4th, 2012 01:56 pm
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I have only one thing to say today----Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Jane! Get me off this crazy thing! VAB, here I come!!!!

VAB

May. 9th, 2011 04:42 pm
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It was a mad, mad week of dollbaby heaven. The house was full up, but for several hours every day, all you could hear was the clickety-click of keyboards being pecked. We also had lots of cake. Sara baked every day! Two chocolate cakes (because we devoured the first one in a day!) a chocolate roll cake with chocolate sauce, and a blueberry coffeecake. We also had pina colada cake and cheesecake the night we went out for dinner. All in all, much cake was consumed.

I made some really fantastic dinners; the surprise one being the night I made swai (a very sweet, meaty white fish) battered in cornmeal, scallions, lime juice, white wine, soy sauce, garlic and ginger--fried lightly. SUBLIME! The others (Guinness beef stew, chicken parm and spaghetti in a roasted tomato sauce, general Tsao's chicken and shrimp with rice noodles and stir fried veggies, sausage and peppers, and a potato/cheese/onion fritatta) were planned in advance. The swai was a very happy surprise.

We did crafts!! Mary, our resident engineer + Girl Scout + perpetual 12-year-old girl was back this year and with her came crafts. We made collages and memory-wire bracelets. Sara also had a surprise for us--kits to make these really cool necklaces. I'm going to try to get a pic up here later. We had to weave satin cord. It was a trip. Most of us are pretty spazzy, but in the end, we all had something lovely.

I didn't think I got much writing done, but apparently I did! I actually ended up printing out all I'd done last week, sat in my sky chair this morning, and hard copy read/edited it to refresh my memory. I'm pleased! And it was a nice way to ease back into reality.

The weather was incredible--rained only once. We watched dolphins from the back deck just about every day, and two weddings. We laughed a lot, talked a lot, wrote a lot, and we watched American Idol together. We read to one another, talked about books we liked and didn't like so much. I sat up until 1:30 one night with authors Julie Compton and Margaret Reyes Dempsey, just talking shop. It really just doesn't get any better than that. Mary, Sara, Julie, Marg, Geri, Diana, Cal, Linda, Signa--I miss them terribly and will until next year; but part of the magic is that we only get to see each other once a year, kind of like Brigadoon, so I'll be content.

Now I'm home, and as much as I love Dollbaby Week, I'm glad to be. I missed my Frankie and my kids and my cats and my bed. I missed my writing schedule that, though I did write more than I thought I did, produces a hell of a lot more wordage come UFFDA than it did last week. No more traveling, not until the end of August. No more getting ready to go or easing back into regular life.

I'm looking forward to it.

UFFDA

May. 7th, 2010 09:41 pm
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I almost didn't make it. To be truthful, I'd forgotten. The last day with my dolls is always sort of sad, and busy. We had a surprise 80th birthday party for Signa. We sat around chatting writing for hours today. Dinner was a potato, egg, onion and cheese fritatta. Yum. However, it IS Friday, so I'm here to report that I met my goal of the week: My pawns for this part of the story are on their little squares. All that needs to happen before the next bit is written. I trashed 80 pages a few weeks ago, but I'm back up to 53. The 80 pages I trashed took two months to grind out of my head. These 53 took three weeks, AND I haven't had to go back to page one even once! No tearing out chunks of story! No character wobbling! Yeah...things go a lot more smoothly when I'm in the right place.

Tomorrow, the long ride home, but I'm ready, even if a little sad. I miss my cats and my kids and my loft. Oh, and my husband. Yeah, I miss him too. ;)


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Yesterday (Wednesday) was the best day in the history of VAB vacation days. The weather was cooler, sunnier and drier. I got about 1500 words in the hour and a half I had to work--good words. I couldn't wait to get to  my computer this morning. I had to cut off early, which brings me to another reason why it was the best VAB day ever: I got to have coffee with [livejournal.com profile] a_r_williams . Can you believe he'd never been to a Starbucks before? And he calls himself a writer. Ha! :) I can attest to the fact that despite his lack of Starbucks experience, he is indeed a writer. A really good one. And a very sweet guy. If he's reading this, he's probably blushing.

Dinner last night was faboo, if I do say so myself. I made peanut thai chicken and shrimp with rice noodles, fennel/anise (I always called it fenoik as the Italians in my family used the Italian name for it, fenugreek) olive oil and garlic. For good measure, I tossed a handful of cashews into the thai chicken and shrimp. It was AMAZING. I made some yummy stuff this week* but this was my favorite. I think everyone else's too.

After dinner, we went for a stroll along the beach. It was windy and kind of cold, my favorite sort of beach weather. The sun was going down; the sky was the prettiest shade of orange/alizarin. We walked. We skipped. We laughed. We sang show tunes. When we came back, we had our book club night, discussed Lucius Shepard's, Softspoken. (A very strange book! But we were all glad we'd read it) over a piece of Sara's homemade swiss roll cake with homemade chocolate syrup. After that, we watched American Idol though none of us really cared, in honor of one of the women who couldn't make it this year.

A very great day. And I still get two more! Tonight, dinner out--a night off for me. Woohoo! Tomorrow, our last day, we're going to have a suprise party for our Signa, the heiress, who turns 80 this July. Saturday, the long ride home when the longing to return will have already begun. As we agreed last night--the week goes too fast. We hate that we see one another only once a year; but that's why this is such a special week. This year marks nine years since that first trip to Bald Head Island, our 6th year in Virginia Beach. I'm already anticipating next year.

*What we ate, if you're interested. )
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I've been having a little trouble posting comments on LJ. I have a feeling it's not live journal, but my strange internet access here at the beach. Every day, a new beach house provides me with internet. I guess that makes me a pirate; 'cept I'm wearing a light-up crown my friend gave me upon my arrival here at the house.

I AM THE PIRATE QUEEN!

See ya!

May. 2nd, 2008 01:05 pm
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Short post to say, if the internet connection at the beach sucks, I'll see you all in a week! 

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