The Best Thing Ever

For a pet without a home, the best thing ever is the person who chooses to adopt them. This is the concept behind The Shelter Pet Project. A joint effort by The Humane Society, Maddie’s Fund, and the Ad Council, the project encourages people to choose shelter animals or those at animal rescues. Their website provides a gallery of adoption listings in your area. My only criticism is that they only list dogs and cats; many shelters have rats, rabbits, parrots and a whole host of other animals in need of a home as well. (They do, however, have a shelter locator, so check that out if you want something outside the dog-cat binary.) At a time of year when some people will be thinking how cute a puppy under the Christmas tree would be, there are homeless animals of all types and ages desperate for a home that will still love them when the holiday spirit has worn off, when they still need to be house trained or given medical care or taken on walks.

Animal rescue is something of a family tradition. When I was growing up, we had four dogs; two were bought from breeders (hey, live and learn). The third was adopted through the vet clinic after she lost a leg to a vehicle hit and the owners did not want the expense of saving a “worthless” dog; I got eleven years of companionship from a dog that wasn’t worth one vet bill to another person. The fourth ran up the street by our property and ducked under our fence; he chose his forever home that day. We also took in stray cats, a wounded possum, and a crow that couldn’t fly. I grew up surrounded by animals and a good portion of them were adopted by conventional means or by happy chance.

My most recent pet is Gabi, a pit bull mix. I adopted her from the local shelter. There was a series of crossed wires and missed chances and bureaucratic cock-ups and I almost never got her. But I did. Now I have a dog that lies on my bed, next to my computer, and guards me while I write. She knows the sound of my computer switching off because that means it’s time to go play or eat or both. She is always happy to see me. Her greatest desire in life is to be at my side all the time and everywhere. She is unconditional love embodied.

Unconditional Love and Silly Tricks

Visit a shelter or rescue. Give the gift of a forever home to a pet and you can bring home unconditional love, too.

(Thanks to Shakesville for the info.)

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The Teaspoon and the Tea

My current interest is social justice movements and related topics and my list of followed blogs is starting to reach critical mass. This is something I’m always interested in, but it’s also the thing of the moment for me. Next week, it may be basket weaving or synchronized swimming. I embrace my sugar-high-puppy attention span. (Squirrel!)

What I love most from this field is the concept of signal boosting or, as Melissa McEwan and company over at Shakesville suggest, teaspooning. I’m one of those people who regularly feels overwhelmed by, well, everything. I’m great at giving impassioned speeches to my family about outrageous rights abuses and ass-hattery in the world (they very much wish I would stop doing this, I think). I do okay at raising awareness in my little corner of the world, with some real success in opening the minds of my family. But I always feel like I should do more and my efforts at home are so tiny and pointless.

Shakesville is starting to change my mind about that. As their lexicon says, sometimes all you can do is “try to empty the sea with this teaspoon; all I can do is keep trying to empty the sea with this teaspoon.” (Original post by Melissa here.) I love this idea. This blog is part of my corner of the world; it’s my virtual sitting room. So if the best I can do is carry on from here, I will offer my visitors a seat and a cup of tea and a chance to discuss what’s happening around us. I may never be out on the front lines of any movement. I may never be a hero or an icon. But I’ll be an ally. I’ll stand on the shoreline and raise my teaspoon to any cause that needs one more little voice on its side.

I’m still figuring out what I want my life to look like and how I’m going to get there. What I do know is that writing is about saying something; storytelling is about illuminating our world and our natures. Expect to see me engaging with the world just a little more often around here. If this sort of thing interests you, come on in. The tea is hot and the teaspoons are out.

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Unorthodox Offerings

It’s been over a year since I put anything out with Shousetsu Bang*Bang. I would have given the current issue, Hot for Teacher, a miss as well, as teacher-student has long been one of those themes I just can’t get into. Except. Oh, except. A friend decided to write something for it, her first submission (check it out–”The Makeover, or, How I Learned To Stop Worrying and Love Comic-Con”), and wanted a writing buddy. I’m not sure which one of us suggested detectives, but that was all it took for my muse to run amok. My story is “Incognito” and it’s a little unorthodox.

I’ve been looking for an excuse to do a story in which the sex scenes are viewed by a third party over some sort of surveillance system. WHY I wanted to do this is unclear, as writing sex scenes is still something that gives me hives. I generally try to avoid thinking about the process of writing them, even while actively engaged in said process. (I-I am getting better, I think?) Still, this was the perfect opportunity. I happen to like the blend of horribly uncomfortable and hot that I think I achieved with the scenes. This is maybe not the ideal feeling combination to evoke with one’s erotica, but there you have it.

I’ve also been looking for an excuse to cast a woman as the main character and narrator in a story for SSBB. (Obviously, not for one of the female special issues, because that would be easy. And sensible.) This required the above-mentioned methods for depicting sex scenes, so I figured this would be my one chance to do both. In my last story for them, ApocalyptiCon, the female main character seemed to go over well and I certainly enjoyed her. I wanted to see just how far I could take a female lead in gay romance. Pretty far, as it turns out.

As far as the plot of the story goes, I blame romance publishers. I’m always poking around in listings of publishers, largely in search of interesting anthologies to submit to or to steal theme ideas from. So I’ve read submission guidelines from a lot of publishers. Romance publishers have a…fondness for beefcake. Which, okay, fine, who doesn’t? But some of them state that they want to see women of many body types, but only beefcake for their men. I will point no fingers and name no names. This is not really out of fear of offending possible publishing venues, though I suppose that is a good reason. It’s just that I don’t need to point out any one publisher when so many seem to subscribe to this policy.

The idea is that women of varied body types are a) easier to identify with and b) desirable in spite of or because of looking like something other than models and beauty queens. Because all of us women reading romance want to be told that what we look like is good, is desirable, is worthy of being pursued by gorgeous men. But when it comes to men, the story goes, every woman wants the captain of the football team and his washboard abs. Cover art illustrates this nicely. Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome is alive and well. His endowments are as substantial as ever. Flaxen-haired, size 0 princesses are all so last century, but Prince Charming seems to be stuck. Maybe we’re afraid he won’t fit in his shining armor if we let him put on some weight or stand a little less tall.

I take issue with this.

I would just like to go on the record saying, as a woman with interest in both attractive people and creative fiction, that this is boring. I am only too happy to see men who are more than gym poster boys. I’m not talking about treating “unconventional” bodies as exotic, weird, and sexy only for being deviant. I’m talking about honoring the erotic potential of all sorts of bodies. I’m talking about recognizing how context and emotion can make the “plain” into the “perfect for me.”

So in the spirit of putting my pen where my mouth is, I made one of my boys not at all pretty or beefcake-y. I made him actively engaged in challenging conventions of appearance. I wrote about beauty and ugliness and desire and identity. I threw in some class and wealth distinctions for added discontent. Then I put it all into a setting where science lets parents construct perfect children if they have the money. I certainly had fun with the story and I think others will, even if I am suffering from a shortage of beefcake.

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Return of the Con

(So, I’m just going to pretend that I haven’t been absent from here for six months and plan on talking about what I’ve been doing later.)

Anime Expo 2011 starts tomorrow and I am once again an attendee. I hadn’t realized just how much I missed it when I skipped last year to go to Comic-Con instead. I’m not cosplaying, mostly because my idea for a Katamari costume hit some technical snags, i.e. how do I sit if my body is a big round Katamari with cousins stuck to it? But I did make a cute bag, just so I would have something homemade to adorn myself with.

Ta-da!

Homemade Bag

SERPENTS do it for the knowledge

The design and text are taken from the t-shirt of a background character in my story, ApoC. It was con-themed, at least in my mind, and I think it’s cute, so I turned it into a bag. I used an old white button-down shirt for the body of the bag, which worked out better than I could have hoped. The snake and apple are felt appliqué; the lettering is embroidered, then felted to fill in the outlines. It took me four days of light to moderate work. It’s not strong enough to do any heavy-duty carrying; that will be left to one of my combat-level backpacks. I’m just going to use it to carry programs and schedules and such.

I’ll check in again with post-con commentary. They have a new Anime and Manga Symposium, with papers being presented and keynote speakers, so I’m planning to go at least Friday, Saturday, and Sunday to catch all of it. Fan academia, here I come!

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A New Year and then some

While I recover from an exciting bout of maybe-food-poisoning, I’m getting around to some overdue digital house cleaning. I’ve been away since, uh, November. Oops. So, to sum up: I won NaNoWriMo ahead of time, made it over 50k, and then stalled out; December happened, much as car accidents do; and the start of a new year has seen me tinkering with more physically creative projects (jewelry-making, anyone?) and wondering where the past two months went.

Now I’m trying to figure out how to get myself back into the right frame of mind to finish up Jackrabbit House. Even though it runs counter to my usual methods, I’m thinking I will reread what I have so far, not to edit, but to sink back into the world of the story. Meanwhile, I will repeat to myself the new mantra, “Writing is not just for November, damn it!”

Now I’ll go away and dream of the day when I can eat more than plain toast and tea.

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JH – 70k and counting

I’ve gotten into something of a slump. I hit 50k for NaNoWriMo on the 19th; this was the first time I finished before the final day and I did it by a wide margin. But now I’m having trouble keeping up with my daily goals beyond that. The impending deadline doom has gone and I’m back to my usual feeling that as long as the book gets written eventually, it doesn’t matter if it’s not today.

Not good.

The worst part is that I keep having ideas. New, shiny ideas that, while jotted down in my running file of new, shiny ideas, will not let go of my brain. And with my interest already flagging in JH, all I want to do is be finished so I can start planning those new stories. That and start reading fiction again. I’ve been on a book-buying spree and while part of it is the good holiday deals available, most of it is a way of coping with my serious withdrawal. I’m banned from reading fiction while actively writing anything more than a short story, on the grounds that it messes with my voice. But hells, I need to read.

Barring some friendly brownies finally taking up residence with me and writing the next three chapters, the only way to get to THE END and all the rewards and freedoms that come with it is to write to it one word at a time.  Time to dig deep and find one more reservoir of stamina. Just 35 scenes left.

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50k and JH in haiku

Yep, JH is now over 50k, halfway through my projected length. That is a little over where I would like it to be, only because the next scene is my midpoint, so I’m running a bit long. That’s okay. I have finally reached that point of zen acceptance of anything I write. It will all get fixed when I edit. So, scene that consists of nothing but dialogue and scene that is 500 words too long, I am unperturbed by you. You cannot defeat me. I am too cool to notice you.

On the NaNoWriMo forums, I’ve started watching the Suck Haiku thread, where we condense our fictional failings into seventeen syllables. I used to write haiku often, if poorly. I have even, when I studied Japanese in college, attempted, if very poorly, to write it in its native language. So, in the NaNoWriMo spirit of doing foolish things before an audience, I present:

Jackrabbit House Haiku

Hanite builds beasties,
morals make her work harder,
now I must as well.

The Jackrabbit House,
a story named for Rivem:
she needs to speak more.

Lonet hates being poor
but loves her city too much;
loyalty can kill.

What we do for love:
Oakshiver will marry up
for fame and parties.

Bear got tamed, brought home,
made a scene and won a war–
feral life was fine.

Ebrit and Tonlit:
love the way it should be done
meets its end too soon.

And finally, a little nonfiction:

Needed a new view:
three scenes written in a barn,
mice offer no help.

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JH @ 26k words and a light in the sky

Yep, JH is already up to 26,134 words–keeping in mind that this is not my NaNo word count (see graphic at right; support your local NaNo Rebel!), but the cumulative word count for the novel. I’ve been plotting in little chunks by working out the general idea of each scene, one chapter at a time, and then writing a detailed guide to the scenes I will write each day. I’ve just gotten into the territory where my existing notes consist of nothing more than notations of which subplot will get how many scenes in the chapter, interspersed with the occasional plot touch point previously marked out. In a week or two, I’ll move into the even more exciting area after my midpoint, where those plot touch points are all I have. I will admit to being totally intimidated by that, but in the spirit of NaNo, I will plunge on ahead bravely. Or foolishly. You decide.

In other news, I’m out near the Santa Monica mountain range right now and, at or around 7:25 pm, I saw a bright light in the sky. (ETA: Make that last night, because my internet sucks and this post was delayed.) My family all saw it as well. It was comet-shaped (think flaming teardrop), bright orange, and had a smoke tail behind it. I looked at it with binoculars, but I could not make out any details. It faded steadily, ember-like, as it moved south-southeast. But, just before it disappeared behind the trees on the ridgeline, it flared briefly, as though something more on it had ignited.

I’ve been listening to local radio and watching the news, but no one has said anything. I even searched on Twitter to see if someone else had sighted this odd fireball. I’m guessing it was, sadly, some type of plane, with a second engine or fuel tank catching fire to produce that last flare I saw. I was rather hoping it was a UFO. So far, my aunt is the first person I know personally to have some kind of UFO sighting. I think it would be terribly exciting to see one. Still, a plane seems more likely.

The search for an answer did make me realize how, well, out of touch most of our news seems to be. I ran the gamut of sources, starting with radio, then television, then internet for newspaper and television sites, then Twitter for amateur reporting. With all these resources, shouldn’t we be able to get answers faster?

Part of me (not the part that wants to live on an island or in a cave for maximum solitude) longs for the science fictional world where we can create a video capture of anything we see and upload it from our technology-enhanced brains to the net for near instantaneous communication with the digital world. I long for a world where I could stand outside, watching an unknown object in the sky, and immediately record what I’m seeing, get satellite images of it, check news reports, make news reports, and generally plug in to the world around me.

Part of me (possibly the part that does want to live on an island/in a cave) is content to look up and wonder.

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JH-8232 words, and November approaches

That word count would be a lot more satisfying if it hadn’t taken me since last Friday to get that far. I’ve switched myself to a schedule of five days a week writing, two days off, because I ultimately feel a lot better if I get a little time away from the words. I revised my schedule for JH slightly today as well. This was a result of cutting 32 scenes from my planned length; my scenes are ending up longer than I expected and it was ballooning my total length unacceptably. I’m still working on filling in all the gaps in my planned scenes, but a lot of that will happen as I write to those points.

I realized belatedly that I had not given any sort of introduction to JH, as I did for Figurehead, so here goes:

Friendly rivals are reunited by war, but when the cruel beast tamer turns its own ultimate weapon against a monster-beset walled city, it is up to the reclusive craftsman and her beast-house to stop him.

I’m not in love with that sentence–apart from some stylistic awkwardness, it fails to mention the various subplots and the critical parts of the cast who are not the hero and villain. But it hits the basic notes of war, double-cross, and built-beasts, the last of which are the whole reason I want to write this. As for the characters:

Hanite was trained as a master craftsman, but never passed her certification test, as she has one little weak point in her skills: she is incapable of building a beast without giving it human speech in the process. So Hanite lives in the Wilds and works for farmers and traders who only care about results, not certificates. But she dreams of settling down with her house in the safety of a city, where walls will protect her and Rivem from the feral beasts with whom she shares the Wilds.

Rivem is the Jackrabbit House. Tall as any building in the city, Rivem is a jackrabbit crafted to huge proportions, modified with plants, animals, and metal to make her more resilient, and outfitted with a small cottage on her back. Rivem owes her life to Hanite, who rescued her and spent months creating the beast-house she is, and Rivem would lay her life down for Hanite. That might just be necessary, because Hanite has just been drafted to serve in a war and where she goes, Rivem is sure to follow.

Oakshiver trained under the same master craftsman as Hanite and at the same time, at least for a while. From opposite ends of their society, Oakshiver aspires to the upper class lifestyle Hanite abandoned and he considers a life of luxury to be no more than his due. They haven’t seen each other in years, but Oakshiver answers the same call Hanite receives. But his circumstances and his skills are both special, so he is given a seemingly impossible task: use those skills to attract and tame one of the feral beasts which menace the trade routes and the walls of the city. He must deliver the ultimate beast of war to save his own life, but Oakshiver has never taken orders from anyone.

Lonet isn’t a craftsman at all, but she’s just been taken on as an apprentice in the history of the craft, her field of study at the University. But Lonet has been keeping secrets from everyone who knows her there: she hails, in truth, from the poorest section of the city and no matter what the official policies are, that kind of background will get her dismissed from school if discovered. But Lonet has something worth lying and stealing for–her grandfather, suffering from an illness ravaging the poor community–and the university is the only place she can hope to discover a cure. But even if she does, she’ll need to find a craftsman willing to break the taboos of their own craft to make use of it.

Ebrit comes from the city across the plains, the underdog in the war for territory. He’s a career soldier, whose wife and in-laws depend on the housing his job earns for them. But Ebrit is sick too and walks a fine line between providing for his family and infecting them with his own death sentence. Their lives are made more precarious when he is reassigned to serve at the new wall, the city’s grab for territory, which puts Ebrit, and his family, at the edge of the Wilds and right in the line of fire.

In other news, it’s October, which means it will soon be November, which means NaNoWriMo is on its way for another sleepless, word-filled month. I am tactfully classified as a NaNo Rebel, as I am starting my novel in October and writing the final 50k words during NaNoWriMo. So the first draft of JH should–no, will, damn it–be completed before December. I bask in my optimism and my foolishness and my blissful amnesia regarding the ease, or lack thereof, with which I finished those fifty thousand words in years past. Nonetheless:

Participating

Let’s get our write on.

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Fruits of my labor: Jackrabbit plush

Looking back over my list of posts, I realized that it had been a month (again) between posts. But I have good stuff to show for it! I present the Jackrabbit House prototype plush:

Jackrabbit side view

Rivem, the rabbit portion of the Jackrabbit House, is seen here from the side. She has movable front and back legs and her ears stand up on their own. She is constructed from a gray t-shirt, a cream wool sweater, a bit of pink felt to stiffen her ears, and some embroidery floss for eyes and nose. She is machine- and hand-stitched.

Jackrabbit head-on

Here you can see the details of her face, including the slightly crooked nose and visible machine stitches along the jaw, both of which come from using new techniques and untested materials. Note: wool sweaters stretch in unexpected, not necessarily helpful ways.

This was the first time I tried to create a plush with volume–as opposed to flat pillow plushes–without using the cheats of socks or gloves to create the elusive spheres and tubes. I also created a pattern ahead of time, cut out of old brown paper grocery bags and carefully labeled for future use. This was the only way I could properly work out for myself what pieces would be needed to get a round head, a sense of upper and lower jaws, and a substantial belly. Owning way too many stuffed animals was a great boon, as I have internalized a sense of where seams and extra pieces ought to be.

House front, looks out over rabbit's head

And here is the house itself. It is pictured separately because it is too heavy for Rivem to wear on her back without falling over and my resources for propping her up for photos were limited.

The house ended up so heavy because it is constructed from old cargo pants of a heavy canvas type material, cardboard cutouts to support most of the walls and roof pieces, and fiberfill in large quantities. This is also one of the reasons why I had to revise my ideas on reproducing this plush for sale: my quest for architectural accuracy and clean lines resulted in a plush almost impossible to make. Attaching the overhanging side compartments to the central piece was a nightmare. I had to breakout a curved needle meant for repairing pillows to squeeze between the two pieces and stitch them tight.

The center area is the main living space and includes the kitchen area, with rudimentary plumbing, and workshop. The windows look out over Rivem’s head and the windows open to let her hear instructions on where to go.

House right side, left side includes door

This is the right side of the house; I stupidly forgot to photograph the left side, which shows the door. This room is Hanite’s–the creator of the Jackrabbit House–bedroom. The windows are kept small to cope with the vibrations created when Rivem runs, as larger panes of glass would break more easily.

The door opens to allow a short flight of stairs to be pulled down and pushed up with a hooked tool, though Rivem can likely drop low enough on her belly to make getting into the house unaided possible, if not easy. This area is used for storage of nonperishable foodstuffs and firewood.

House back, looks over rabbit's tail

The back of the house looks out behind Rivem, which lets Hanite see what’s chasing them while Rivem runs helter-skelter from it. The three areas are linked by stairs and together allow for a modest but functional living arrangement.

The illusion of boards was created by machine-stitching straight lines in a lighter thread, using backtacking to create imperfections like knots in the wood. The windows are hand-stitched felt patches, outlined and barred with embroidery floss.

Detail of embroidered vine on back

A close-up of the vine on the back. Leaves are lazy-daisy stitches and flowers are French knots. The embroidery was another difficult process since the base fabric was so heavy. I spent a lot of time stabbing myself in the fingers while trying to jerk the needle through the fabric.

It had been my intention to include ribbon or twine to tie the house onto Rivem, until I stuffed it and stitched the three parts together, at which point I realized it was a) too heavy to make wearing it cute and b) too stiff and crunchy from the cardboard supporting it to make it cuddly. It was, however, pretty awesome to see the finished product, which really does look just like the Jackrabbit House of the story.

I’m in the process of revising the patterns for mass production. I’ve fed the rabbit pattern into the computer, where I retraced all the lines to make them smooth and, where needed, symmetrical. One modification was to make the head and body pieces connected, as my ability to attach separate heads attractively is sadly lacking. The new side and belly pieces, however, are…too big to print. Erk.

I haven’t done anything with the house yet, but the plan is to use long side flaps and a steeply pitched roof to fake the split-level appearance. Cutting down on the size of the house will, hopefully, make it stand on its own without cardboard supports. Finally, the rabbit pattern can, with slight alterations and different sets of legs, be used to produce other creatures, such as the Castle-Beast and the mycopigs that will show up in the story.

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