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To my dismay, I've become one of those people who get up early in the morning so they can go to the gym before work.

When I first joined a gym, lo these many years ago, I worked out at night. Heck, when Jennifer Dunne and I were taking taekwondo, we'd get out at 9:30 PM and head to Friendly's for ice cream sundaes. Three times a week.

Gradually I started going to the gym immediately after work, rather than heading home first. But in recent years, I've noticed that I'm not at my best physically in the late afternoon or evening. On bike trips, every mile in the afternoon seems twice as hard--even if I don't start biking till the afternoon, it's still harder for me to do twenty miles at 3PM than it is at 9AM. And the same has carried over to the gym--if I go in the afternoon I feel like I'm not getting a great workout.

Somehow, perhaps because of my new work schedule, my advancing years, or possibly both, I've become a morning person (sob!) For a woman who used to warn friends and family not to call her before noon on a weekend, it's quite the switch.
writer
Today I'd like to share a post by Joshua Palmatier-- friend and partner in crimes both literary and not. Joshua writes about critique groups, which is appropriate since this is how we first came to know one another.

Critique Groups by Joshua Palmatier

I’ve been part of two critique groups in my writing career so far, so I thought I’d talk about both of them, their differences, their pros, their cons, etc. I’d say that both of them worked for me in various ways, and I’m still on in of them in a way, although the circumstances for the group have changed. If you’re considering trying to improve your writing by joining a critique group, there are a few things you might learn from reading about my experiences.

Throughout high school and college, I was basically on my own, teaching myself how to write. But then in grad school I ran across the Online Writing Workshop, initially begun by Del Rey as a way of potentially discovering new writers. It later broke away from Del Rey and became its own entity, and it still exists today (sff.onlinewritingworkshop.com). I ended up joining, mostly because I didn’t know anyone at the school that was writing SF&F stories or novels, so this was a good way to “meet” some people who shared the same drive as I did. And perhaps they’d be able to help me take my writing to the next level.

The format of the workshop was simple: you posted your work to the workshop (max of 7500 words); people read and critiqued it for a point; you read and critiqued other posts for a point; after you earned 3 points, you could post something else. The pros of this method are that you could potentially get feedback on your post from multiple people. Usually the number depended on how many critiques YOU posted, since most people on the site would do a “crit for a crit”. So if you critiqued a lot, you got critiqued a lot in return. So it was a good source for feedback if you were willing to put some work into it. The con was that the critiques you received weren’t necessarily of good quality. Many people would simply do a haphazard, short, useless critique in order to get that point so they could post something of their own again quickly. Over time, you learned to cultivate your own critique group on the site: I’d look for people who gave thoughtful, insightful critiques on others’ posts, then critique their stuff in hopes that they’d return the crit. I also sought out and conversed online with those that appeared more serious about improving their own writing. So in order to get great benefits from the online group, you had to put in some extra effort to find those people on the site that would be able to help you the most. If you didn’t want to put in the time critiquing other posts, or searching out people who might be able to help you, then the benefits of the site were limited.

I was willing to put in the time (it kept me distracted from the hellish stress of getting that PhD after all). I found a good group of people who gave good critiques. We called ourselves the Vicious Circle. In the end, I feel that my writing improved greatly over my time at the workshop. Unfortunately, an online workshop like that could only take my writing so far and after a while I felt like I needed something more. I started backing away from the workshop and looking for something else.

That’s when I ran into Patricia Bray and Jennifer Dunne, two SF&F writers who happened to live in my area and were interested in forming an in-person critique group. So we started trading chapter, then getting together to critique them, eat, drink, and generally have fun. Both of them had already been published, which was one of the advantages of this group over the online group: the skill level was greater for those participating. It was what I needed to push my writing to a higher level. The pros are obvious: I could meet with my critiquers in person and have a conversation, something difficult to do through email online. I could ask questions and get instant feedback. I knew I’d get a critique in return and didn’t have to sit back after hitting “submit critique” and wait to see if the other person would return the crit or not. And of course, the overall critique meeting was just more fun, because the members (which later included others, such as Tracy St. Hilaire/Avery Shade and April Steenburgh) were or became good friends.

There were very few disadvantages in the group we formed (laughingly called the Hard Lemonade Science Fiction Society), mostly because everyone in the group got along. But in general, an in-person group has the disadvantage, just like the online group, that you have to pick and choose who you think has good advice and who doesn’t. In most in-person groups, there are going to be some people who just don’t understand your work or what you’re trying to accomplish, and you have to figure out who they are, nod politely at their crits, but ignore them when it comes time to do revisions. Sometimes, personalities in these groups will clash—not just over writing, but in everything. So you have to find a group of people that you can work well with, people that will support you and your writing, but at the same time people you can trust to give you an honest opinion of your work. If it sucks, they need to be able to tell you AND give you advice on how to fix it and make it better.

The other disadvantage of the in-person group is that people’s lives change. I’m no longer a part of the Hard Lemonaders, because pretty much everyone in the group has moved away from the area, so we don’t get together for critique sessions anymore. Jennifer Dunne moved to Denver, Patricia Bray to New Hampshire, Tracy St. Hilaire/Avery Shade to North Carolina. The only remaining members in the area are me and April Steenburgh. Oh, I still send them chapters and stories to critique, but it isn’t the same doing it online as in-person. Helpful, yes, but not the same.

Hopefully, after reading this, you see that finding a good, supportive critique group requires some effort and work on your part, whether it’s online or in-person. You have to find supportive people who are willing to push you to higher levels; and you need to be able to have fun. If you can tie them in the basement so they can’t move away from you, even better. *grin* And keep in mind that perhaps a critique group just won’t work for you. I found it helpful doing the online group . . . but only to a certain point. After that, I found the in-person group helpful. I’d still be doing that group, if I could.

Joshua Palmatier (aka Benjamin Tate) is a fantasy writer with DAW Books, with two series on the shelf, a few short stories, and is co-editor with Patricia Bray of two anthologies. Check out the “Throne of Amenkor” trilogy—The Skewed Throne, The Cracked Throne, and The Vacant Throne—under the Joshua Palmatier name. And look for the “Well” series—Well of Sorrows and the just released Leaves of Flame—by Benjamin Tate. Short stories are included in the anthologies Close Encounters of the Urban Kind (edited by Jennifer Brozek), Beauty Has Her Way (Jennifer Brozek), and River (Alma Alexander). And the two anthologies he’s co-edited are After Hours: Tales from the Ur-bar and the upcoming The Modern Fae’s Guide to Surviving Humanity (March 2012). Find out more about both names at www.joshuapalmatier.com and www.benjamintate.com, as well as on Facebook, LiveJournal (jpsorrow), and Twitter (bentateauthor).

Note from Patricia: I miss Josh too! And don't forget to check out his latest book:

Cover illustration for Leaves of Flame by Benjamin Tate
bike
There has been a distinct lack of snow since I moved to New Hampshire. I'd planned to go out cross-country skiing every weekend, and to learn how to snowshoe, but so far, not so much. Obviously there is still plenty of winter left to go, but in the meantime, Stacey and I are planning our annual bike trip.

This will be our fifteenth trip together, so we're looking for something special. Problem is that we don't want to go back to a state that we've already been to. We want to save the easy/flat terrain tours for our hip replacement years. Cost and travel time are considerations, as is the fact that our schedules mean that we can travel in either mid-August or mid-September.

Currently the top contenders are Coastal California, Ireland (Connemara & Galway) and Croatia. So I'm pretty sure we're going somewhere that starts with a "C".

Where we've been )

The trip we are not going on is the California Pub & Pedal tour, which has a fantastic itinerary planned, but we don't do well with stopping to taste beer (or wine) and then being expected to get back on the bike and put in serious miles.
Darth Tater
Yes it will eliminate the bedbugs, but in the process you'll lose your planet. Oops.

SOPA explained at cnn.com.
writer
Since folks mocked the sparseness of my home office when I posted the first pictures, here's what it looks like today:


Here's what it looked like originally


And when I feel like being Free!Range!Patricia, I can work from the bar in the kitchen, where this is my view:
writer
I'm disappointed but not surprised by how few books I reported reading. 2011 was a year of upheavals for me, capped off by my relocating to New Hampshire. The good news is I did make time to read new authors as well as old favorites. And I bought five times as many books as I read, so even though my reading was curtailed, my book buying continued at its normal pace.

Here's the list for 2011:

CAST IN RUIN by Michelle Sagara
ONE SALT SEA by Seanan McGuire
A SOLDIER'S DUTY by Jean Johnson
BASILISK by Rob Thurman
GHOST SHIP by Sharon Lee and Steve Miller
CRYOBURN by Lois McMaster Bujold
THE LEFT HAND OF GOD by Paul Hoffman
THE DEMONS'S SURRENDER by Sarah Rees Brennan
RED-HEADED STEPCHILD by Jaye Wells
DEADLINE by Mira Grant
THE DRAGON'S PATH by Daniel Abraham
THE MIDNIGHT MAYOR by Kate Griffin
SPIRIT DANCES by C.E. Murphy
DARK AND STORMY KNIGHTS anthology edited by P.N. Elrod
RIVER MARKED by Patricia Briggs
CHALICE by Robin McKinley
BLACKOUT by Rob Thurman
LATE ECLIPSES by SEANAN MCGUIRE
A SONG FOR SUMMER by Eva Ibbotson
PEGASUS by Robin McKinley
THE SOCIOPATH NEXT DOOR by Martha Stout

In addition to the titles above, there were at least a half-dozen books that I started then set aside when I lost interest. And, of course, reading for 2011 also included the submissions for THE MODERN FAE'S GUIDE TO SURVIVING HUMANITY (edited by Joshua Palmatier and Patricia Bray, available March 2012 from DAW Books), so it's not as if I was a complete slacker. But I'm hoping for better in 2012.
writer
Every visitor to my place has commented on the number of books that I own. Well, everyone except Jennifer Dunne, who immediately began reading an old favorite.

Two weeks ago I finished unpacking just in time for the first round of guests-- Jennifer's parents Bill & Alice were the first to stay in the new guest room. Standing in loco parentis, they gave their seal of approval to my new place, and agreed that the area seems like a perfect fit for me.

After staying the night they headed home, and Jennifer gave up the air mattress in favor of moving into the guest room. She loved it here, pronouncing it a perfect hangout. She'd brought a feng shui workbook, and after much deliberation pronounced that the main living spaces were remarkably well-balanced.

While she was here, we saw the new Sherlock Holmes, and tried out various restaurants. She also helped organize the pantry and garage shelves which had become dumping grounds for the odds and ends I didn't know what to do with when unpacking.

After returning Jennifer to her parents, I came back home, then immediately headed down to Florida to spend Christmas with my brother and his family. It was good to see everyone, but after a few days I was ready to head back to New Hampshire. I'm just not a South Florida person.

The day after I returned I hosted my first party-- my friend Stacey invited several friends of hers to a holiday gathering at my place. As I'd hoped, the townhouse is great for entertaining. I can't help thinking back to my old house, with its awkward layout. The new place would be perfect for game nights, now I just need to import the game monsters from Binghamton.
snow
Happy holidays to all who celebrate. And a reminder that no matter which holiday you are celebrating, books are always the appropriate gift.

On that note, it's time for me to get my butt in gear and make the traditional last minute shopping run to a bookstore.
Roar
If you break a mirror it's seven years of bad luck. But what happens if you receive a broken mirror? Does the luck transfer? Or does the curse land firmly on whomever broke the mirror in the shipping process?

And how would blame be assigned? How many years are assigned to the guy who thought a single piece of bubblewrap would protect the mirror? How much of the curse goes to the guy who didn't mark the package as fragile/breakable? How much to the guy who dropped it? (Or loaded it at the bottom of a stack of heavy items, or stepped on the box, or didn't secure the load in the truck so it fell over during transport, or whatever else shattered the thing into dozens of pieces?)

As a side note, due to a miscommunication on the part of the builder, when I moved into this place there wasn't a single mirror. No medicine cabinets, no mirrors in the bathrooms, nothing, nada, zilch. For the first few days I used the microwave to check my appearance before leaving the house. Eventually I found a mirror for the closet door, selected medicine cabinets for the full baths, and ordered a lovely decorative mirror for the half-bath. The decorative mirror today-- smashed. Sigh.

Well at least I still have the closet mirror upstairs. And there's always the microwave....
writer
Much excitement here today as the furniture I'd ordered has finally arrived. Sectional sofa, ottomans, dining set and my new desk, all the key elements of civilization. Now that everything's here and in place, I can finish unpacking and moving in.

The new place looks different now that there's furniture.
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Rest of the pictures under the cut to spare the friendslist )

writer
Since returning from WFC in San Diego, I haven't read any new books. I haven't written any new words. I haven't even gone to see a movie. What I have done is complete the sale of one house and the purchase of another, pack up my stuff, move to New Hampshire, and start settling in to the new place while working from home.

At times I despair when I think of the list of projects that still has to be done. Other times I remind myself of how much I've already accomplished. Two weeks ago today my worldly goods were on a northbound truck, so the fact that I still have boxes to unpack and things to find a home for is not surprising.

In between unpacking and organizing, I'm gradually finding my way around the community. There are many good places to eat and drink, though in other areas the choices are limited and locals think nothing of driving fifty miles when they need to go to a box/chain store. But the bookstore has a decent genre selection, and I was pleasantly surprised to find they had AFTER HOURS: TALES FROM THE UR-BAR in stock. Since it was Black Friday I didn't introduce myself, but did note that this weekend they would be hosting a holiday signing by local authors, which bodes well for the future.

I'm still waiting for the builder to finish a few things, including the storage area off the utility room so I'll have somewhere to put the archive boxes for my past novels. I can't set up the home office until the new desk arrives. Oh, and at some point I need to figure out what to do with the kitchen cabinet that we accidentally left empty when putting away the kitchen stuff (the new place has so much kitchen storage that I'm thoroughly spoiled.) But I'm starting to see the finish line, and hope that I can soon get back into something that resembles a normal routine.
writer
By which standard, this place is 62.5% home.

I'm typing this from the kitchen peninsula of my new abode in New Hampshire. The dining table is on order, and the new computer desk has yet to be acquired, but really it's hard to beat a comfy bar stool that is only steps away from the shiny new coffee maker.

After two decades spent in upstate New York, I'd decided it was time for a change. I traded in my 1950s ranch house for a brand new tri-level townhouse, left a perennially depressed area for a growing New England college town. Doing so came at a price, naturally, but I believe it will be worth it.

I've owned this place for ten days and been living here for five. The bulk of the unpacking is done, but I still need to set up the new home office. I can't fill the last three bookcases until the new furniture arrives so I can figure out just where the bookcases will go. And as I settle in to the new place the list of projects gets longer--each time I get one thing done I discover two other things that I need to do. Luckily I have good friends who say things like "I'll be over this afternoon to install those shelves for you" or come over to spend the day unpacking and then take me out to dinner at a place that serves wine by the chicken. Seriously, at the end of a long, hard day, when the chicken arrived at the table, I hugged it and named it my new bestest friend ever.

And while I'm on the topic of friends, I miss my friends in Binghamton, dreadfully. I keep thinking of things I want show them, or do with them, and then realize that they are three hundred miles away. Having friends here eases the transition, but it's still hard.

I miss other things. Wegmans. Having a mall closer than an hour's drive away. Having a local TV station with a local weather forecast.

But the negatives are more than offset by the positives. There's a sense of coming home, of returning to the New England that I grew up in, before that part of Connecticut devolved into suburban sprawl. The people I've met here have been invariably friendly, from my new neighbors to the clerks at the co-op. It's a small town, yes, but it's a vibrant community, with plenty to do, and I'm looking forward to exploring the area. It's a minor adventure, a paltry thing really, when compared to the experiences of immigrant ancestors, but I claim it as my own.
Zombie
White House formally denies any evidence of contact with extraterrestrial life.

Notice that they are denying that evidence exists-- a suspicious mind might conclude that this is because they've already shredded it.

WFC

Oct. 27th, 2011 12:28 am
writer
This year's hotel is a maze-- it took me longer to find the hotel lobby than it did to drive from airport to hotel. With the way the buildings are spread out, it's going to be one of those years where I keep missing people because there's no central gathering spot.

First hotel room they checked me into was in a high traffic spot, adjacent to the bar that has been designated as the late night spot. I returned to lobby and helpful clerk found me a room in a quieter section. I've already trashed the place, so when roomie arrives tomorrow he'll have to fight to find space for his things :-D

Spent today doing family stuff in advance of the con. Adjusting to Pacific time zone.... at this point I've been awake for 25 hours. It's probably a good time to think about sleep.
writer
I'm getting ready to head to WFC in San Diego. I declined being on programming since I'm combining WFC with a chance to visit San Diego area relatives, and putting in some hours for the day job. But if you're there, please hunt me down to say "Hi!" I'll be wandering around the mass autographing Friday night, and can likely also be found in the coffee shop, dealer's room and/or bar, depending on time of day.
writer
It's not the worst movie I've ever seen. It couldn't even commit to being bad, in the way that some movies are (movies where I gleefully thump Joshua's shoulder and proclaim "This is the best movie ever!") while he groans.

There were some neat parts, but the teen romances were actively painful, and took up huge chunks of screen time. Several of the main actors were incapable of acting, the dialogue aspired to be wooden, and at one point I found myself muttering "No, don't open your mouth. Just stand there and look pretty. Please, don't speak."

If you had this on DVD and could fast forward through the awful parts, there's probably a decent half hour worth watching. Too bad we had to sit through the rest.
writer
I am constitutionally incapable of buying food for CHOW without throwing in at least a couple of boxes of oatmeal. Yesterday I went to pick up canned goods for the second round of donations, and even though I hadn't intended to buy more oatmeal (I'd included it in last week's round) somehow it made it into the cart. Logically I could justify it based on the assumption that many people will donate cold cereal but only a few will remember hot cereals. But in reality it's a visceral thing. Oatmeal is one of my favorite things. It makes me happy, so therefore at some level I assume that it makes others happy.

Which probably explains why I give people socks for Christmas.
crime
Interesting article on the BBC website about upcoming changes to the FBI's DNA database.

One thing most people don't realize is that when DNA information is stored or analyzed for comparison purposes, they don't use the entire sequence. Instead they use selected markers, basically a small subset of the total DNA. Which, of course, leads to two potential problems. First, if two databases use different markers, you can't easily compare data between the two systems, a potential problem when trying to share information across jurisdictions.

The second problem is what they refer to as chance matches. The situation where a DNA match is declared based on the subset of DNA examined, when, in fact, a broader comparison would reveal that the DNA is not identical. This is the possibility that troubles forensic scientists, who are still trying to work out how much data needs to be stored in a profile in order to rule out the possibility of chance matches.

And for those who assume well this is the FBI, of course they wouldn't declare themselves certain of a match unless they were, let's not forget Brandon Mayfield. He's the Seattle lawyer whose fingerprints the FBI mistakenly matched to the terrorist bombing in Spain, an analysis which was vigorously defended by the FBI even after Spanish law enforcement declared it to be in error. Eventually Mayfield received a rare public apology from the FBI, but if this had been a strictly domestic case, rather than a high profile case that crossed borders, one wonders if the mistake would ever been caught.
oops
Antelope crashes into cyclist. Watch the video and you can see the antelope headed straight for him.

Ouch.
writer
World Fantasy Convention is rapidly approaching and there's no way I can possibly be ready in time. Fortunately I sent back the programming questionnaire with a response of "I can't possibly do programming this year, my head would explode" which now seems prescient.

There's so much to do here that taking the time out for WFC seems like madness, particularly because I was away for nine days in September. And while there I need to make time to see various San Diego based relatives whom I last visited five years ago. And I'll have the company laptop and be working half-days for the day job....

Does life come with a pause button? And if not, who's going to invent one for me?

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