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Interview with Jeri Smith-Ready [May. 13th, 2008|03:49 pm]

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Today I post another interview with one of my buddies from sfnovelists.com.  I met Jeri Smith-Ready at RavenCon less than a month ago and we hit it off immediately.  She has an evil sense of humor and is lots of fun at "Koffee-less" kaffeeklatches.  She also has lots of interesting things to say about writing, as this interview reveals.  Her newest book, Wicked Game, is out as of today (Congratulations, Jeri!) from Pocket Books.  So read the interview and then check out her book!

 

1) What was your inspiration for writing WICKED GAME?
A song, of course. Not the song “Wicked Game” by Chris Isaak—that came much later. Almost three years ago to the day, I was driving down the road flipping the dial and came to a classic rock station playing “Bad Company” by the band of the same name. I thought, Hmm, “Bad Company” would be a perfect title for a paranormal book with a shady main character.

By the time I reached my destination, I had a fully formed idea for vampire DJs who were psychologically and culturally ‘stuck’ in the era in which they were turned. I also knew the heroine would be “bad” in some way. (The punch line is that even though it all began with “Bad Company,” the publisher ultimately asked me to change the title.)

2) Who are your favorite authors and books now and when you were growing up?
I tend to read widely rather than deeply and rarely follow series for more than a book or two, regardless of how much I enjoy them. I’m the opposite of an addictive personality. I’m pretty sure I’d be the world’s first casual crack smoker.
I was completely different as a kid, of course. I read EVERYTHING, especially books by Marguerite Henry, Walter Farley, and Jim Kjelgaard, who each wrote continuing series about animals (and not talking animals, either—usually just plain old horses and dogs). I also loved the Trixie Belden mysteries. Trixie was like Nancy Drew, but with an actual personality. 
My all-time favorite book was DOGSBODY by Diana Wynne Jones. It combined my love of animals with my passions for astronomy and mythology. Because of that book, Sirius became my favorite star (not to mention my eventual choice in satellite radio).
My current favorite authors tend to write stand-alone novels or loosely connected series: Neil Gaiman, PC Cast, Charles de Lint, Christopher Moore, James Morrow, Caprice Crane, and John Irving, to name a few. They also tend to be funny.

3) What is it about fantasy/science fiction that attracts you?
To me, speculative fiction at its core is about what it means to be human. Often it does this by juxtaposing humans with other races or species (like elves or vampires or aliens), or by putting ordinary people in extraordinary settings. I also like the genre’s tendency to push the boundaries of humanity itself.

4) Why did you decide to make Ciara a con artist?
From the beginning I knew that the main character would have a shady past. Her current job is in sales and marketing (S&M, as she calls it), which is really just a legal form of con artistry. It sounds like a cheap joke, but the two pursuits both require an understanding of human nature and how to manipulate people’s emotions to make them cheerfully act against their own best interests. 
Ciara tries to save the radio station from corporate takeover by branding it as “WVMP: The Lifeblood of Rock ‘n’ Roll,” essentially hiding the vampires’ nature in plain sight. She disguises the truth as a marketing gimmick. I loved playing with notions of truth and lies, and I loved watching Ciara’s moral acrobatics in justifying her actions. Con artists are sociopaths with little notion of right and wrong; however, Ciara’s parents gave her a religious upbringing, which she’s rejected, but only on the intellectual level. She still feels guilt.
5) What (besides writing) do you do for fun?
I’m an avid pro football fan. It’s the only thing in my life that has nothing whatsoever to do with writing, and I guard my time with it like a starving dog with a bone. I also follow politics, but that’s not fun—more like a form of sado-masochistic torture.
6) What sort of research did you do to write WICKED GAME?
For the musical aspects, the research came by osmosis over the course of months and years. I’d think of a band and then run to Allmusic.com (and more recently Pandora.com) to learn all about them. Then I’d surf the links to understand the connections among that band and its forerunners and followers. 
And of course I read books. One of my favorites was THE ROCK SNOB’S DICTIONARY by David Kamp and Steven Daly. Entertaining, informative, and an incisive look inside the mind of the cooler-than-thou rock snob. 
To learn about radio stations, I interviewed DJs and had them ‘vet’ the manuscript when it was in near-final form, to make sure I didn’t have any major mistakes. A highlight of my life was getting a cover quote from Weasel, who used to DJ at the legendary Washington, DC, alternative station WHFS. He said that, disturbingly, he could relate very well to my characters. 

7) Shane McAllister (the 90s grunge DJ vamp) loves Nirvana. Is that your favorite band, too?
Yep, though I was only a casual fan during the band’s actual existence. I was sad but not devastated when Kurt Cobain died in 1995. However, as the years go by and I’ve learned to appreciate the band’s incredible talent, I grieve his loss more intensely. 
I suppose the creation of Shane is my small way of honoring Cobain’s life and work and the impact it’s had (and continues to have) on my psyche. I feel a spiritual kinship with them both and wonder if but for the grace of good fortune I’d be in as bad a shape as they were in their lives.

8)  What are you writing now?
I’m working on the second draft of WICKED GAME’s sequel, BAD TO THE BONE (May 2009). That’s due to my editor in a few days, which explains the bags under my eyes. And probably the hallucinations.

9) What does a typical writing day look like for you? How long do you write, that sort of thing? 
After three years of writing full-time, I’ve ceased to feel guilty for not writing first thing in the morning. My brain just isn’t wit-enabled before 10 or 11 am. 

10) What is easiest/hardest for you as a writer?
Dialogue is by far the easiest. Maybe it’s my theatre background, but my first drafts tend to consist of characters arguing in living rooms and coffee shops. I keep forgetting that novels have infinite budgets for location shoots.
First drafts are the hardest by far. It feels like sculpting air. Once I have a rough draft down, no matter how crap-adelic, I can work to make it better. But that initial creation of the story is torment.

11) This isn't your first book; tell us a little bit about what else is out there?
I also have an epic fantasy series, the Aspect of Crow trilogy, which takes place in a world where everyone has magic bestowed by their Guardian Spirit animal. The first one, EYES OF CROW (Luna Books, 2006), won the Romantic Times Reviewers Choice award for Best Fantasy Novel. The second, VOICE OF CROW, came out last October (a favorite of mine because it was the Book That Almost Killed Me), and the trilogy will conclude this November with THE REAWAKENED.
I also have an older urban fantasy (REQUIEM FOR THE DEVIL, Grand Central Publishing, 2001). It takes place in modern day Washington, DC, and Lucifer masquerades as a political consultant. For the first time in his ten-billion-year existence, he falls in love. It changes everything.

12) What is the purpose of fantasy/science fiction, if any?

See answer to #3. I can’t be that earnest twice in one interview.
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Love is... [May. 13th, 2008|09:42 pm]

aranhe
The perfect (almost) laptop bag.

http://www.tucano.it/ENG/wcProductCard.asp?WCI=product_card&CardCode=GEN_ITA&ProductCode=WOSS-R

And I found it (and bought it) in Barcelona!
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"if you go down to the woods today, you're in for a big surprise..." [May. 13th, 2008|01:19 pm]

anghara
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Well, at least into your playground, anyway.

I couldn't, um, bear not to share this...
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'Nother nice review [May. 13th, 2008|12:33 pm]

anghara
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Of BOTH the Worldweavers books. Which is interesting seeing as it gives a SERIES perspective as opposed to just a response to individual volumes.

Some nice quote-bites:

About "Gift of the Unmage"
The mythology is rich, the characterization full, the coming-of-age portrayed realistically and patiently, the tension while personal is compelling, the dialogue smoothly handled, and the physical detail sharp and vivid.

About "Spellspam"
Thea’s character remains fully formed and we continue to see her mature at a realistic pace, complete with self-doubt, mistakes, backsliding, regrets, etc.

...a richness, depth, and true emotional impact that close the book out strongly.

...a strong likable central character, an original and intriguing mix of magic and technology, and a richly veined core of mythos.

You can read the whole thing here.
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HAH! [May. 13th, 2008|03:30 pm]

badgermirlacca
[Current Mood | chipper]

I have met the fearsome Riding Lawn Mower, and it is my bitch!

(Okay. It's my still-unweaned female Yorkie. Still.)

Aside from right along the fence line, the two-foot-tall grass in my yard, and between my yard's soon-to-be eliminated west line and the pasture fence, is MOWED.

Mower still needs work. Probably should not be belching black smoke at intervals, and definitely should run a lot smoother. Still, not too damn bad, considering I've never run one of the damn things before.

I would inflict pictures, but I still can't located the damned camera. There is a serious disadvantage in miniaturization, dammit. Somebody needs to invent a Universal Locator. (Yeah, I know, then I'd lose that. But, y'know, implanted under the skin, voice-activated... possibilities!)
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slowly, it stirs.... [May. 13th, 2008|01:37 pm]

suricattus
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Wow. I look away for a bit, and a whole bunch of new peoples appear! Welcome, new peoples! Feel free to step forward and introduce yourself -- this is, ideally, an interactive journal, not just me nattering on to myself (no matter how much it seems, some days).

Thanks to my mother graciously gifting me with her Mother's Day Cold from Hell (thanks, mom!) I was all "oh hai! Haz sick. Cannot brain." So I took the last 48 hours to sleep, drink wonton soup, sleep some more, and catch up with my movie-watching.

and, on that topic, some thoughts about SciFi's Never Cry Werewolf )

Also managed some reading, while my headache would allow. Some time ago [info]ellen_datlow gave me a copy of the reissue of Black Thorn, White Rose, one of their Fairy Tale anthologies (originally published in 1994, but don't let that freak you out). Some stories I loved, some I really disliked, and some I just went 'huh' over, but taken as a whole this is a really good sampler of how to take old material and make it -- if not new, then your own.

I'm also reading Set the Seas on Fire by Chris Roberson. It's one of those books I really, really want to enjoy, because I can tell it's well-written and interesting, and should be hitting all my buttons...but just isn't. Sorry, Chris. If you like sea-faring adventure mixed in with some subtle horror, though, you might want to give it a try.

And, although I read it some time before, I just got my copy of Jeri Smith-Ready's Wicked Game. Do not let the somewhat cliched cover fool you -- yes, it's OMG More Angsty Vampires, but this book also made me laugh in sheer readerly joy at parts, and the entire thing pleased even me, the vamp-jaded.

And now, with brain mostly-restored, I have to get back to that Life-and-Deadlines thing. Feline and Equine picspam to come. Don't say you weren't warned!
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Everything is contained in something else [May. 13th, 2008|06:33 pm]

desperance
Okay, things are in other things. The pies are in the oven; the leftover raw pastry is in Mac (milk! lard! flour! nom-nom-nom! It's probably awfully bad for him, but I do get tired of yelling); the leftover pork-meats in their herby goodness are in the bolognese sauce (yes, honestly. It's traditional: beef and pork, in combo, and cook for hours). The marrow chutney is in abeyance until tomorrow, because I have quit.

Not yet all the wine is in me, but we're getting there. Also, yummy crispy porky snacks.

Calm. Calm is in me, too. Until tomorrow. Maybe something will happen, by tomorrow?
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Fish! [May. 13th, 2008|12:08 pm]

truepenny
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So, for reasons that do not need exploring at this juncture, I had to charge the camera batteries and take some pictures this morning. And while I was at it, I thought I'd take some (very bad) pictures of the albino bristlenose plecostomus who joined the household on Saturday.

This is a seriously awesome fish, people. My crappy pictures do not do it justice.

(Of the four small household predators, only Catzilla has actually noticed the pleco; he is baffled as to why he can SEE it but not REACH it, but does not find it particularly enthralling. Which is just as well.)
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In which the universe is not benign [May. 13th, 2008|04:00 pm]

desperance
So the bank manager calls me in today, "for a chat," he says, which must be bank-managerese for an intense grilling, for I am seared on both sides, tho' still raw in the middle. The gist of our conversation was that he wants me to pay off the bulk of the overdraft; which I can see his point, because fifty per cent of annual turnover is probably not a standard model for an overdraft facility, but now is just not the time. Like, I have no money, and will not until next year. But he is kind of insistent, so I don't quite know what to do.

As witness, I went shopping to soothe my ragged soul once I got out of there, and didn't buy anything. That's how bad it was.

So I asked my three wise friends (I kept six honest serving-men, but three of them have quit), saying "what should I dooo?" - and one said "work harder" and one said "write more" and the last of them said "get lucky". Which I can do two out of the three, 'specially as they are in fact the same thing; but there's nothing I can do about the third, I never have cracked that one.

So, extra words it is: but not today. Today I am going to make pork pies. And marrow chutney. I might even do some housework or something. Though the thing about cleaning, as against cooking: nobody ever notices that you've done it, y'know? They only ever notice if you haven't. Cooking's better. *nods*
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Booksigning in Austin [May. 13th, 2008|09:30 am]

marthawells
Just a reminder, I'll be in Austin this Saturday, May 17, doing a book signing with J. M. McDermott and Rob Rogers at the Barnes and Noble on 5601 Brodie Lane, 2:00 pm to 4:00 pm. If you're around, stop by and say hi. I don't know which of my books the store will have, but I'll sign anything, including stuff I didn't write.
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Insomnia Strikes Hard, Writer Hits Back [May. 13th, 2008|03:30 am]

lilithsaintcrow
[Current Location |The Long Dark Shoal Of Morning]
[Current Mood | exhausted]

6K on Weasel Boy today--yesterday--today. I have not, alas, been to sleep yet. I've polished an essay too, filled out paperwork, and really wanted to get some shuteye since I have to put in serious work on the Sooper-Sekrit Projekt. Which is a serialization that will go live in June, if you really want to know, and that's all I'm saying just yet.

I'm exhausted but I can't sleep, despite the comfort of The Chair. You would not believe what I went through to get Scotch Gard on this thing. I know I shouldn't have gone with light beige microfiber, but seriously, the only other option was leather and that I won't do.

Oh, and about The Chair: it's the Furuvik series, the Kviarp chair. Unfortunately it doesn't show up on the Ikea website, for some weird, weird reason. But seriously, I know it exists because I am parked in it right this moment and the back support is heavenly.

Another thing that is heavenly? Clive Owens. In mini-movies put together by BMW and directed by peeps such as Ang Lee and Guy Ritchie. (Sadly, the Ritchie one has Madge in it.)

Now, I have a yen for Clive Owen. I will see just about anything that man does. I realize I am interested in the character he plays and how pretty he is (I am not COMPLETELY shallow) but hey, I have hormones like everyone else. I'm allowed a few moments of appreciation of a very, very fine work of art, right?

Right?

And seriously, James Brown? And Gary Oldman as the Prince of Darkness with smeared lipstick and a soundstage? HOLY COW THIS IS FULL OF AWESOME.

My favorite, though, is this little gem.



And, OMG, this one is just...wow.



There are others, including a wrenching one about a war photographer and...well, it may just be a marketing ploy on BMW's part, but holy cow the directors did a good job and I find Clive bloody stunning.

Yes, Selkie, I'm blogging about it. You were right.

Anyway, I'm thinking Tuesday is going to be a blur of exhaustion. So I'm going to bid adieu. I've got another vampire attack to get Weasel Boy and his fair lady shaman through.

You know, some nights, even though I can't sleep, it's still pretty cool just being me.
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Taska [May. 13th, 2008|08:49 pm]

ph8
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Just spoke to my mother. After a long long illness (which they now think was probably a tumour hiding under his rib cage), this morning my folks made the decision to put Taska to sleep.

You were a hell of a cat, Tasky-boy. You'll leave a big hole in our hearts.
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Playing student [May. 13th, 2008|10:43 am]

sg1scribe
Yay - work has just approved my study leave for September.

I love my job. :-)
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Texarkana [May. 13th, 2008|02:38 am]

ccfinlay
I'm working late tonight, which is no surprise, and REM's "Texarkana" popped up on the playlist just as I was wrapping up.

"Texarkana" is one of my favorite work songs, if only because it was inspired -- or so the story goes -- by "A Canticle for Leibowitz," one of the great spec fic novels. As with many REM songs, the lyrics mostly baffle me, but there's something in the mood of the song that captures the post-apocalyptic faith of a world baptized in flame. On my list of things to do someday is a notation to write a story titled "Twenty Thousand Miles to an Oasis."

Walter M. Miller Jr., Leibowitz's author, is one of the great enigmas of spec fic. Between 1951 and 1957 he published over three dozen short stories and won a Hugo award. In fact, "A Canticle for Leibowitz" originally appeared in 1955, 1956, and 1957 as a series of three novellas in F&SF. The novellas were collected and published as Miller's first novel in 1959.

And that was it. Though he lived for almost forty more years, he was never able to finish another story. The sequel to Leibowitz that was eventually published posthumously had to be finished by another writer. Miller shot himself before it was done.

Would it be worth it? To write a few dozen good pieces, and one work of transcendent genius, only to have the ability slip forever through your grasp? I think that'd be a hard burden, a writer's apocalypse, resistant to any faith.

Catch me if I fall. It could have been Miller's refrain.
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Lucy, I'm home [May. 13th, 2008|07:00 am]

sg1scribe
Home from Barcelona :-( Had a lovely time with the girls. Barcelona is one of my favourite cities, and it was lovely to chill out - wandering the streets looking at the fabulous buildings and enjoying long leisurely meals with good conversation and great food.

I really wish I'd booked today off too. The prospect of dashing back into the madness of work and life is not appealing. At least the sun is shining though.
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Ten Random Things about Lady Jane Franklin - Day One [May. 13th, 2008|03:05 pm]

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Reason for stopping: have to stop and read more of Lady Franklin's Revenge before I write the ball scene.

This book was a great investment. I was very covert about buying it because my Dad (hi Dad!) was quite dismissive of its scholarship (hello, it's a biography, they're all dodgy). But it was totally worth the cover price when I discovered one page in that Lady Franklin was a fan of gothic literature.

Not only that, but she particularly liked Ann Radcliffe's book The Mysteries of Udolpho, reading it as a teenager and again in her twenties. A completely random piece of information that was DESPERATELY relevant to my book, which had gothic literature as a major theme, and in which I had quite incorrectly already stated that she disliked gothic literature, and particularly mocked that specific book.

Phew. Lucky I caught that one.

*reads biographical goodness, happily*
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Irregularity of Posting [May. 13th, 2008|03:03 pm]

paulhaines
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You will have gathered I haven't posted much until today.

I've played a lot of Oblivion though.

Although it's still been too hard to read at times. Even comic books.

So imagine how much harder it is to engage the brain and write something.

Only a month to go. One more month.

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Luck and Money [May. 13th, 2008|02:50 pm]

paulhaines
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Not in my house.

So my CRT TV blew up. They don't make CRT anymore, just plasma and lcd etc. The service department at NEC are going to give me a quote ("within two days") to fix it. It's been two weeks now. They're giving me the run around. ABC Kids. ABC Kids! ABC KIDS!!! I"M MISSING MY FUCKING ABC KIDS!!!!!!!

(We have an old Palsonic tv standing in for duty at the moment, but's pre-digital and pre-dvd inputs, and it makes the average-sized cock look huge in comparison). But at least we get our fix of Gordon Fucking Ramsey.

Our investment property (our first house) didn't sell three weeks ago at auction. No bids. To be expected. The arse has fallen out of the property market's pants. And still no real interest.

Centrelink (social welfare for those who don't know) reassessed our financial situation based on the value of our investment property and we are no longer applicable for any sickness or caring benefits. That's okay. I've got insurance.

Now if only a potential house buyer offered the Centrelink valuation on the property.

I've got an outstanding tax bill that will make your spine shudder and snap. It would make mine do that if I cared about it. Even though I'm not working a fair bit of provisional tax and GST and BAS and every other 3-letter acronym that has wormed its way into accounting ledgers has built up anyway and the taxman requires me to pay it first before, I hope, he will reimburse me.

Timing. It's not so fucking good at my place at the moment.

Though several friends do have old CRT TVs lurking in their houses, unwanted, and have offered them. Thankee, kind sirs.

I'm not whinging. No, not whinging.

I'm alive.

Only a month. Only one more to go...

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Passing Treatments [May. 13th, 2008|02:40 pm]

paulhaines
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Nineth and Tenth treatments down, done and dusted. The Nineth seemed easy in comparison, flagging false hopes for the remaining digs. The Tenth put me back on my arse for the entire week, each afternoon spent lying on my bed, eyes closed, sometimes snatching a fragment of sleep, but mostly waiting for the day to pass. 

I didn't sleep for over a week.

It felt like I was back living the high life on the full-dose chemo, not the 25% reduction. 

Weight hovering between 78-80kgs which is perfect. I'd like to keep it there.

Physical activity reduced again, now the weather is colder and my feet are no longer mine to fully control. Numb numb numb. But is it a bad numb? Have I gone too far? How the hell can you ever tell if not from the experience? I can't. I'm hoping this numbness (throughout my extremeties) is being managed, that I haven't pushed it too far in my quest for chemo, that it is not permanent, but a passing phase, a dull reminder of a time that I'll never forget.

The inside of my mouth, worse than ever, tastes awful. The chemo aftertaste, that slick of someone else's saliva, pours through only minutes after eating. Food can no longer disguise the taste for any comforting duration. I clean my mouth out several times a day, sometimes unsure whether I've brushed already. (And you need to be wary of the mouth, of its cuts and overgrooming, because if you are too fastidious and it starts to bleed in the gums or cheeks, those cuts might not repair themselves due to low white blood cell counts).

Ride it out.

A month to go. Only a month to go...



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Extremeties [May. 13th, 2008|02:32 pm]

paulhaines
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Fingers.
Feet.
Tongue.
Penis.

My wrists feel weak. I've spilled lots of cups of tea and coffee with involuntary twitching. The fingers never sure how hard they should clasp, losing grip, tumbling.

Unsteady on my feet when I first go to stand. Pins and needles throughout the soles of the feet, swaying, until I get it right, then I'm moving, normally. Ish.

Tongue is a dead tingling thing, the spice, the spice, Muad'Dib, is all that keeps it alive, some dead slumber between chemo weeks, awakening for a few days before being put to bed with another poisonous chemical concoction. 

And the penis, ha! Let's not even talk about that beast or the lack of libido. And other repressed emotions. (That last sentence for trainspotters only).

A month to go. Only a month...
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