Here we go again

Some people never learn.

Let's try this ONE more time, shall we? In case you missed a very steamed post of mine last summer, you might want to follow this link: to catch up on what I'm about to rant about.

pla·gia·rism /ˈpleɪdʒəˌrɪzəm, -dʒiəˌrɪz-/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[pley-juh-riz-uhm, -jee-uh-riz-] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation
–noun
1. the unauthorized use or close imitation of the language and thoughts of another author and the representation of them as one's own original work.
2. something used and represented in this manner.
[Origin: 1615–25; plagiar(y) + -ism]

—Related forms
pla·gia·rist, noun
pla·gia·ris·tic, adjective
Dictionary.com Unabridged (v 1.1)
Based on the Random House Unabridged Dictionary, © Random House, Inc. 2006.

(thank you dictionary.com. Cut and paste is SO much fun)

At any rate, let's take this step by step. If you post something by a writer on your site/blog/journal/WHATEVER without first obtaining the permission of said writer and/or the publication that owns the rights to said story, then you are guilty of plagiarism. If you obtain a download of an e-book and sell it online to other people then you are committing a CRIME.

Does the word crime confuse you? Here, let me help you out:

crime /kraɪm/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[krahym] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation
–noun
1. an action or an instance of negligence that is deemed injurious to the public welfare or morals or to the interests of the state and that is legally prohibited.
2. criminal activity and those engaged in it: to fight crime.
3. the habitual or frequent commission of crimes: a life of crime.
4. any offense, serious wrongdoing, or sin.
5. a foolish, senseless, or shameful act: It's a crime to let that beautiful garden go to ruin.

Once again, thank you dictionary.com!

I can't believe that after the scathing commentary and initial response not only by this author but others as well that blogger.com allowed the idiot at www.14blog.blogspot.com to post again and up to the same old tricks! When I found out that this moron had ONCE AGAIN posted writers' work (and one a very good friend) on his blog I left a fairly scathing comment.

He deleted it. *shrug* shock.

Left the spam up though. I was almost insulted that my words of wisdom were considered less injurious than spam, but what the heck! Obviously, I ticked him off. After other writer complaints, apparently, the blog has been pulled.

FINALLY.

As for the e-book pirates, you know who you are. Cut it out! I know that my publishers at least are aggressively pursuing (and prosecuting) those who think it's a quick and easy buck to pilfer copyrighted works and offer them on e-bay or other sales sites. It's not. Trust me. It will cost you a hell of a lot more in the end than it will cost me, and I'm very assertive about protecting the rights to my work. I don't have time for criminals and I will not tolerate it.

Granted, the e-publishing industry has a lot to answer for in its inability to protect the work of writers. It's easy to throw a site up and publish in the cyber-world and not so easy to make certain that a product of bytes and pdf. files remains under your control. For the first time, I feel a little empathy for the musicians who went after Napster. Just a little though. They make millions of dollars. I don't. My work ends up being far more valuable to me in the long run for that reason alone. Every pirated copy COSTS me money, and you guys know I am WAY too cheap to suffer that lightly.

So you idiotic piss midget (All rights reserved@2006 by bibsy, the coiner of said phrase) -- and you KNOW who you are-- get a clue. Did you REALLY think that those people who lambasted you last year weren't going to keep an eye on you? I mean, honestly, hasn't it been brought home to you that we are smarter than you? Get a new hobby! Post reviews about new kites, or complain about trash pickup or SOMETHING that won't get you into trouble. Quite frankly, I'm shocked you haven't been prosecuted yet.

And you will be if you post anything written by me. Period. Just a fair warning.

Now I'm grumpy. I think I'll go kill off some Elves.

Ah, the joys of editing

So yesterday was a productive day. I managed to get 80k of edits done on two different projects. I'm rather stoked about it all.

That's the good news. The bad news is that only 50k of it was on Asphodel; that means 66.66% left to go. *sigh*

It could be worse. Fortunately, almost all of my edits were technical nit picks instead of plot snags. Trust me: plot snags are MUCH worse. It's still not that encouraging to discover that you have a *that* and *was* problem in addition to the *adverbs* *dialogue tags* and *superfluous comma* problems. As if I NEEDED more technical problems.

I did receive compliments on handling POV and passive voice, however. I guess I finally fixed those issues. My English professors would be SO proud.

Some of you may have noticed my new graphic. *smirk, smirk* You can now find Elf Killing and Other Hobbies listed on Authors' Blogs, which is easily found at http://www.authorsblogs.com/ Apparently there are a lot of other writers out there with the same problem as me: *grin* we have our own website. Go check some of them out!

In other news, my sci fi vampire post apocalyptic story is going swimmingly, thank you. It's amazing how much I enjoy destroying things other than Elves. Quite a departure. The Requiem is my current favorite among WIPs though. I'm not quite sure which genre it will eventually end up in. I know that it will NOT be an erotica though so I'm quite happy about that.

At any rate, now that my edits are caught up (THANK GOD!!!!!!!!!!!) I intend to get a lot of writing done tomorrow. I want to see what the muse brings me next.

And if I don't like it, I'll shoot her.

Sorry I've been AWOL...

...but I spent the weekend at the NCAA tournament in Columbus. Oh, the joy! Allow me to say that I consumed copious amounts of beer, saw lots of great and a few mediocre basketball games, watched my team win and go to the Sweet Sixteen (YAY! GO VOLS!) and got absolutely nothing else accomplished. I was able to justify this to myself by thinking that the tickets for the aforesaid games were my anniversary present for my husband (our anniversary is tomorrow) but then was forced to admit that in actuality, I was too lazy to get any work done.

So, let the work begin.

I'm currently brainstorming my way through a new project. I've kind of decided that the Requiem vampire story will not be erotica (go figure) so now I have to come up with something else. Hmmmm.....what shall I write about? Something that will sell hopefully. As soon as I figure out what that is I'll let you know.

The new Pirate of the Caribbean trailer came out today. YOWSA! If the trailer is any indication, then this one will be the best of the three. I can't wait! May 25th I'll be yukking around the movie theatre for my annual Johnny Depp fix.

Did I mention GO VOLS????

I thought I had.

By a peculiar coincidence, Tennessee will play Thursday night for the chance to proceed to the Elite Eight. Who do they play?

THE BUCKEYES.

I am now officially the least popular bartender in the state of Ohio. Oh, the shame of it! What time is it? 6:09 p.m. EST and the Buckeyes still suck.

Just had to get that one in.

Oh well! The windows are open, the air is balmy, the brat is begging for Hamburger Helper, and I'm going to pull an all-nighter. What a glorious prospect for a writer in the spring! More later.

And Two Power Cords Later....

The laptop is working again. Thank GOD. I've been going through withdrawal.

Isn't that funny? A couple of weeks ago I was complaining about all the work I had to do and I lose my ability to write for a few days and my body develops DTs. Totally unfair. Does that mean writing is an addiction?

What a thought. I guess in this house, at least, it is.

At any rate, when I wasn't working at my *real* job, I was reading. I re-read the entire Harry Potter series over the course of the last few days and remembered exactly how much I enjoyed it. Just for kicks, I've started Eddings over as well. *grin* I thought I could torture you all with more Eddings character references.

But for now, the plan is to WRITE---well, and edit too. Can't get away from that. I wish I could, but alas! No such luck. I'm hoping to kick out the vampire novella by the end of the week and then, perhaps, dig into my newest project. Yep, TBA. No one gets more of a clue until I am caught up with my planned track for the next few months. Mwahahaha.

Yes *grumble, grumble*; that means I'm finishing Darkshifters too.

Oh well! Time to hit the grind again. Hopefully I can develop a character as fully realized as Eddings' Ce'Nedra; maybe then Bibsy will respect me.

*grin*

Discovering Your Voice

So I've been thinking....

I know. Never a good start.

Character is starting to fascinate me once again. I was looking through some of my favorite books today and wondering why it is that I'm so caught up in them that I will reread them for years. For example, I was looking at David Eddings. Yeah, I know--all of you purists will boo. But this is how I look at him.

First off, he has a masterful way of developing a character. His earliest works, specifically The Belgariad series, was wonderful. I was a young teenaged reader, coming into 'adult' fantasy from the breeding grounds of C.S. Lewis and Alexander. The first Eddings book I bought? "Queen of Sorcery." Why? The cover and the fact that I thought it was about a female protagonist. Back in those days, there was very little fantasy written for or from the viewpoint of a woman. The book hooked me. The characters were instantly credible, breathing and walking on the pages while I read. What makes that so spectacular? It was the second book in the series. I had to go back and buy the first book after I finished the Belgariad entirely.

There's a lot to be said about an author whose characters are so vivid that they can bring a picky reader (and even then I was) into the middle of a series and keep them there--and I was a loyal Eddings reader through four series, thank you very much. I mean, Garion was such a lout, his aunt was such a know-it-all (and a woman of extreme power, thank god! One of the first ones I ever read about in fantasy) and then there were the rogues Belgarath and Silk. He even managed to give Ce'Nedra some charm.

There are flaws I see now that I didn't see then. But still, I have first edition Eddings books on my shelves and I still read them occasionally to remind myself of the magic I encountered in his stories--a magic that eventually lead me to write.

Besides, a man who finds a way to use the word defenestration in speculative fiction and it DOESN'T get edited out is my hero.

With this in mind, I looked at a few other old favorites. Tolkien wasn't a huge character-builder, but when it comes to world development? Whew! He has no peer.
Madeline L'Engle's work is still extremely fast-paced for me; her work just slips from the page like a well-greased slice of bacon. Marion Zimmer Bradley is another along the lines of Mary Stewart--prodigious research and the ability to enjoy taking risks. Newer favorites? J.K. Rowling has a masterful touch with plot progression and the ability to let her literature age with her characters--absolutely brilliant. I read the first Harry Potter book under protest and now I'm hooked. Jacqueline Carey is with imagery the way Degas was with paint. Her Kushiel's series is so realistic that it exists for me.

...

Oh dear. Did I digress? I did.

It's all intertwined. What one author lacks, another one makes up for. An author I'm reading a lot of right now is Gore Vidal. His historical fiction is meticulously researched, his characters are beautifully drawn, his descriptions are lush. It's actually quite sickening.

What I'm driving at is this: every writer should be able to look at their work and determine what his/her strengths are. I started a list today, looking at the edits for Asphodel, and added questions to each section for my own use.

1. Character development. Are they two-dimensional or fully-fleshed out? Cardboard or living?

2. Description. Does your story read like a movie (translation: can you 'see' the scenes in your head as they play out?)

3. Plot progression. Is there natural build in the action? Is each step up in the plot a logical progression from the one before it?

4. Dialogue. (this I stole from theatre work and I think dialogue is one of my stronger points as a result) Here, too, are natural builds and plateaus. Does your character's reactions make sense? Can you keep the players straight? Are the emotional responses honest ones or dramatic ones?

5.Emotional Veracity. Can you believe how this character feels? Is the intimation of emotional moments easily grasped by the reader?

6. World building. How real is your world? Is there a viable political, social, monetary, religious, geographical, and historical system in play?

No one expects us to 'compete' with the greats. We're expected to find our own path as writers and develop what comes most naturally to us. But I think it's pretty important to think about these issues and similar ones when embarking on any fiction writing at all.

You hear a lot of people in the business talk about your *voice* as a writer. What most people don't realize is that inexperienced writers don't really HAVE a voice. What they have is a mish-mash of the writers they most admire. Unfortunately, most younger writers don't admire the true greats of literature: no Dickens, no Austen, no Bronte, no Hemingway, no Faulkner. The greatest practitioners of the written word in the last two centuries are almost out of favor with young readers and writers alike. Why sugar coat it? If your *voice* is going to be an imitation of other writers, why not emulate the best? Do I think that young writers can read Faulkner and instantly have his way with words and his beauty of imagery?

Hell, no.

To be quite honest, although I own Faulkner and read him frequently, he's not my favorite. But, as a writer myself I can appreciate his ability to turn a phrase with succinct incisions and pray to the muses to find that ability in myself.

So, my new goal, one that I am implementing in edits, is to refine my own voice. In order to do that, I must be willing to look at my entire product and scrutinize my own flaws very carefully. Although I can build one hell of a world, I can't give it the justice that it demands. Although I can create some fairly interesting characters, I'm not that good at adding those little idiosyncracies that make them real. So now I have to go back and find a way to bring more of myself--and less of Eddings or L'Engle into them.

Imitation may be the sincerest form of flattery--but not in the arts. In the arts, any art, innovation is the only route for a serious artist to take. Despite all indications in the industry to the contrary, that means that all of us who are writers must strive daily to find our own voices.

Behold the power of Duct Tape!

Mwahahaha.

I taped the power cord into the laptop tightly and got it running. I'm going to start my short story on the Yagremlins now -- the deadline is midnight. It is now 12:15. I have a three thousand word limit.

Starting......now!

...and Oh! The Irony!

The day has gone black. Someone has REMOVED the word programs from the family computer.

When the brat gets home from school, I may just kill her.

The gods must be crazy....

Okay, dangit. Snow today....almost sixty by Friday. Did the weather gods smoke some crack while I wasn't looking?

And now for something completely different.....Celina gets a day off.

No seriously. I was supposed to work the day shift today (hurls) but I got a phone call about an hour before I was supposed to go in informing that that I didn't have to come in. Rats. Doesn't that suck?

*grin*

So today I'll work on my Yagremlins short (don't ask; it's wacky) and try to get some work done on my new vampire novel. Oh, and don't forget the edits.....*sigh*

Aside from that, things are going aft agley and aft aglier. The power cord that the fucking dog chewed through (now with another home, I might add) is completely dead. Oops; there goes the laptop. I should get my replacement in a few days. So I'm trapped on the family computer, much to the chagrin of my daughter who is now prevented from Myspace as long as I'm working.

"Mom! Why do you have to work so much?" (Imagine the whining in her voice and then imagine me cringing)

"To feed you. Now, go away."

Sometimes simplicity is best.

I'm feeling good today. I'm listening to "The Magic Flute" for one thing.... and ENJOYING it. Oh my god; if someone had told me ten years ago I'd willingly be listening to OPERA.... There's new snow on the ground outside, but not on the roads, and it will be gone by the weekend. I'm hoping the weather breaks so I can start on my big spring project: the front yard and porch. I neeeeeeeeeeeed my garden, darnit.
The house is nice and clean (I splurged; thank god for cleaning ladies) and my deadlines are all caught up. Life is good.

Wait a second. *frown* I sound cheerful. How is that possible? That's easy. The muse showed up today. I feel like writing--and writing lots.

It's amazing how a last-second reprieve can change the course of a day. It's almost like spring around here. Oh well. I guess even I can stand to be cheerful for a day.

In for a penny, in for a pound

The Shequanti is done. *gasp!* I thought for a while there it was never going to happen. I have written--get this--TWELVE different endings for the book. Twelve. I think I finally found a way to resolve my plot...at least I hope I did because the editor has it now.

At any rate--freedom! Glorious freedom! Nothing going on but big edits! I could take some time off, maybe READ a few books, catch up on critiquing at the Dragon's Den...

Nope.

*Sigh*

I am now over 3k into a new project. Damnit. After hearing for several months now that I needed to write something *more commercial* I was putzing around yesterday trying to come up with ideas. Werewolves? There have been a lot of werewolves lately. Shapeshifters? Already working on that-- (remind me to tell you about the yagremlins some other time). Vampires?

Ah, vampires. The mythos of the vampire is portrayed so perfectly in Anne Rice's early books (I'm not partial to anything after The Vampire Lestat) that I'd never consider writing about them. I would hate to fall into the vampire cliches. So I'd made no decisions and was just wandering aimlessly around the internet trying not to get mad at myself.

It was at that point that I decided to get some more Mozart to replace what I lost when the computer crashed. It was as I was downloading some of "Don Giovanni" that I got interested in the story behind the Requiem Mass. I was talking to a friend of mine on messenger when all of a sudden, I had an idea.

What if Mozart hadn't died? What if--follow me here--a vampire had turned him into order to keep his brilliance intact? I got all excited for a while about that, and then lost my enthusiasm. Too cheesy.

But then inspiration struck again. What if a vampire was consumed with guilt because she didn't save Mozart?

*Ding!*

A female vampire, cut loose in the decadence of Vienna is the 1790s...mourning for one lost genius, settling his scores, and finding new prodigies.

Uh oh.

Tentative title: The Lost Requiem. *grin* Let's see where this takes me. Anything will be better than Elves for a while.

Depression

I never thought I'd blog about this, but wow am I depressed.

I can't believe my back is wrecked AGAIN. Just....can't....believe....it. The only good thing about that is that it increases my writing time because I can't DO anything.

I shouldn't be depressed about my writing. Edits for Asphodel--although frighteningly comprehensive--are going well and The Stone Table is getting rave reviews but still...I don't feel like I'm producing anything worthwhile. I want to get back to working on NEW stuff.

Despite all my blatherings about how discipline can overcome the power of the Muse, I have to admit that the Muse is kicking me around the head and affecting my discipline. My story idea file is getting bigger and bigger while my pile of rewrites and edits grows twice as quickly.

ARRRRRRRRRRRGH!

I don't even want to get into what I'm going through with the family. Let's just say that I'm having to teenager proof my home. Although I would love to have a *perfect* world existing in my family circle, unfortunately I have to deal with the real one.

Yes, she's still alive. For now. *snort!*

Oh well. Time to pull myself up by the bootstraps and do something productive. I can't believe February is over already. Man that sucks.

A Red Letter Day

What an eventful week!

First I hurt my back again. Went to the doctor yesterday and discovered that the fall has herniated two more discs. TWO???? Are you kidding me?????

All I can say is ouch.

Second, this morning I got a headsup from a friend of mine that something "good" was happening at Love Romances E Cafe. Heading over there to check it out....okay, to be nosy....I discovered that I had been nominated for several of their "Best Of" awards for 2006! Oh ...my....freaking.....god.

So, I was nominated for Best Paranormal book of 2006 with Goddess' Revenge and Best New Author of 2006. WOW! The GR cover was nominated for best art as well. Talk about stoked. I nearly peed myself.

So I pick up my laptop to start the celebratory shameless plugs for votes and all of a sudden, the power cord slaps against my knee. Confused, I stared at the exposed wires for a full two minutes before I realized what had happened. One glance at the guilty looking dog who sat staring at my stupidly and I knew what had happened.

The little son of a bitch had chewed through my power cord.

You'd be surprised how quickly a woman with two herniated discs can move when it comes to dog beating. Unfortunately, I was still not fast enough to catch the little bugger. At the moment, I'm baiting a trap with Alpo. When he springs it, it's leash on the collar and off to the pound.

Man, I hate dogs.

Then, I had a hell of a time getting the family computer to work. Some time ago, we installed passwords on it as parental controls. Unfortunately, I forgot what they were. After a phone call to the hubby, the line from "Jay and Silent Bob strike back" returned to my Alzheimer's ridden brain, and I was able to connect to the internet.

Only to discover that my edits for Asphodel are in.

Good thing I don't have a lot going on. Now I have LOTS of time to lay around and rewrite the stupid story. Woohoo!

But, at least I can call myself an award-winning author now! It's really a pity that I have to slap on my back brace and head off to work tonight. Otherwise, we might have gotten to see how my new prescriptions interact with Rolling Rock.

*sigh* It's going to be a long week. It'll be longer for the dog, though; trust me.

Back in the saddle again!

Well, well, well. Isn't it interesting how life goes full circle?

You guessed it. I messed up my back again. #%(*#&%)(# freaking (#*R&(* gosharn stinking ice! I am currently completely immobilized. Great fun. This has increased my irritability factor by heaps and bounds.

It has also given me more time to play.

I made a new, shorter promo for Asphodel. Unfortunately, it's too big to post here. :( YOu can see it here.

I'll probably end up using this one more. No music and a continuous loop. It's kind of entertaining...in an ad nauseum sort of way.

And I finished my website. And I updated and basically redid my Myspace. Then I went to delete our old myspace writing group THe Coven and The Toys and lo and behold! We have 17 new members.

Oops. Probably should have checked that at some point in the last year. Oh well.

Oh, and I reached a resolution today. I'm tired of keeping the peace. It goes against the grain and my personality. From now on, I'm going to say exactly what I think -- period.

*now we all get to watch as my friend base is substantially lessened....*

Ah, yes....sometimes life is funny that way.

The First Asphodel Promo

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Making Flash movies has never been this easy!