The Leading Edge – Page 3 – One Thousand And One Parsecs

Convention jitters

World Fantasy starts in less than 72 hours, and I’m getting nervous about it. Really nervous. This is the first big-time science fiction convention I’ve ever been to, and I’m worried that it will be too intimidating, or that I’ll make a fool of myself, or that I won’t put myself out there enough, or…

All the same, I’m expecting to have fun. Lots of fun. 🙂

But between now and 5:00 am Thursday morning (when we take off for California), I have to: 1) grade 20 papers, 2) take a midterm, 3) write two essays, 4) run at least 30 regressions, 5) read 2 poli sci articles, and 6) finish American Babylon and write up a report on the last three chapters.

Yeah. Not fun (except the regressions–what can I say, I’m a nerd).

In unrelated news, I met an interesting girl at Leading Edge last week. She’s at least as much of an sf&f fan as I am, and one of the very, very few girls I’ve met who prefers science fiction over fantasy. Somehow, she convinced me to read The Dispossessed by Ursula K. LeGuin with her (or maybe I convinced her to read it with me?), but I started it tonight, and it’s really good.

Technically, I’ve got a class for Washington Seminar that I should go to tomorrow…but I can skip it and listen to the mp3 while I’m driving to California. Don’t want to miss Leading Edge this week, for obvious reasons.

Speaking of which, if I don’t go to sleep right now, I’m going to be barely functional for the next two days. Not good. G’night.

Busy busy AWESOME day

I had an awesome day today. Totally awesome. If every day this semester is like this one, I’ll be dead tired before Thanksgiving but so happy it won’t even matter.

It started at 7am. Woke up, worked out, read a galley from Dragon Moon Press for Leading Edge while working out. The book wasn’t that bad, either.

Showered, ate breakfast, read 1st Jacob chapter 1 in Arabic. Great scripture study. Read “The false gods we worship” by Spencer W. Kimball on the walk up to school. Powerful. President Kimball was a Prophet with a capital P.

Met with Dr. Bowen to discuss the TA job she wants to hire me for. It’s going to be a LOT of fun! I’ll be doing all kinds of interesting research on the Israeli-Palestinian conflict and making a sort of game / role play for the students in the class…and getting paid good money to do it. Fun fun fun.

Classes were awesome. I love my capstone. Professor Christensen is a blast. Talked about spatial voting and why political parties in America tend to be identical. Made fun of Provo/Orem municipal elections. Good times.

After classes, met with Professor Kramer to discuss the other TA job I’ll be working. He was incredibly happy to have me on board. Out of the hundreds of papers he read for PL SC 201 last year, he still remembered mine. Holy cow. I’m shocked.

Proceeded to run through a series of bureaucratic hoops to get all the paperwork filled out for both TA jobs. I was so giddy about working I didn’t mind the hassle. Dr. Bowen at one point said “What’s the other job paying you? Eight something? Well, we can do better than that!” Man, I’m going to earn so much money this semester.

Went home, cooked up some locally grown corn and spaghetti. Mmm, corn on the cob! Delicious. Talked with my roommate Ben Crowder about all the stuff he’s done since graduating. Dude, he is a renaissance man, through and through. Awesome guy.

Leading edge was a total blast. The editors threw a start-of-semester pizza party, and we had almost a dozen new people show up to read slush. Plus, Peter was there–he’s always fun. Talked about spaceballs and Big Bang theory (the movie), how Arrested Development is funnier than The Office, violence in fiction, crazy story ideas, and all kinds of stuff. Good times.

So then, after finishing my homework, I was sitting in the library when I realized I only had an hour and a half before the library closed. An hour and a half, and I had not written a single word in my WIP that day. In order to keep up with my self-imposed deadline, I needed to write 1.2k words. 1.2k words…in 1.5 hours.

I didn’t really think I could do it, but I decided what the hell and gave it a shot. Turned off the music, avoided the email and twitter, and just focused on the work.

An hour and a half later, lo and behold! 1.2k words! And just as I realized that, the HBLL closing music comes on…and it’s Dropkick Murphies!

Let me just say, there is no better way to end an awesome day than with some good outro music. So let me end this post with tonight’s awesome outro music, courtesy the Harold B. Lee Library.

That’s the news and I AM OUTA HERE!

Slush puppy feedback

A few weeks ago, I read a submission for The Leading Edge (I volunteer read slush for the magazine) from a lady from Germany. The story was about a dwindling race of indigenous natives being driven from their lands by a corporate, high-technology society. This one girl gets lost in the wilderness and everyone thinks she’s dead, but she’s really taken by this magical demigod woman who the natives worship. One of the natives basically sells his soul to integrate with the invaders, while the main character fights them up to the end.

It was an interesting story with some poignant moments, but way too much for 15,000 words. I wrote in my comments that this lady was really writing a novel and that she should try her hand at it, because if she pulled it off with some skill the story was good enough that I’d be willing to buy it.

Well, today we got a postcard in the mail from the same lady, thanking us for our kind comments! Here’s what she said:

Dear Director,

I want to apologize for sending you “Kith and Kin” which contained some inappropriate content*…it was kind of you to permit reviewers “RJ” and “JV” to comment nonetheless, and I found their comments detailed, thoughtful, and helpful! The piece has now placed elsewhere. Thank you for your time.

Very truly yours,

Suzanne Sykorn in Germany

That was kind of her to send a note! Good to know, also, that people find my comments helpful. The editors gave me the postcard, so it will be a nice writerly keepsake to add to my collection of rejection letters (and acceptance letter!!).

For my own career, I think I’ll do like this lady and send out postcards whenever I get a personalized rejection. It’s definitely a kind, thoughtful gesture.

*The inappropriate content mostly had to with sex and drug use. It didn’t bother me, as callous and profane as I am, but I think some of the other slush readers had issues. Since Leading Edge is a BYU publication, we have to follow BYU standards in what we publish.

Twenty percent, Writers of the Future, and the INTERN

I am now 20% finished with Ashes of the Starry Sea. Huzzah! The story is definitely picking up steam.

In related news, my seven day totals has peaked higher than it’s been in the last two weeks, up above 17,500 words. Inshallah, that number will rise to +24,000 befoore the end of the week.

In unrelated news, I’ve decided to recycle my 2009 Mayhew story for the Writers of the Future contest this quarter. I’ve got until July 1st to get it out, but I have a plan, and I don’t think it will require too much extra work. That was the thing holding me back (since, really, it’s not a story, it’s just a scene), but now I’ve got something that I think has a chance of working.

It’s funny how reading other people’s manuscripts motivates you to send your own stuff out. I mean, reading the Leading Edge slushpile, I said to myself “you know, that story you wrote two years ago could probably get a pass.” Lo and behold! With Writers of the Future, it’s definitely worth a shot. Definitely.

Oh, and as I skimmed through Genesis Earth 2.0 today, the thought occured to me that I’ve written a kickass story here (pardon the language). I mean, it’s far from perfect, and it’s not the best book ever written (not by a long shot), but it’s a lot more than a “stuff happens, the end” kind of story. Maybe I’ll even see it in print someday. And to think I almost trashed the project a year ago.

As something totally unrelated to personal news at all, check out this awesome new blog:

The straight dope on publishing from publishing’s most fearsome figure—THE INTERN.

Nice tagline!

As I read about the exploits of this publishing intern, I can’t help but think to myself, “hey, that could have been me.” Not quite sure how I feel about that, but I’m really glad to have all this time to write and work on my craft. I definitely need it.

Was Jane Austen a man?

Okay, okay, don’t worry, I know the answer to this question. But in five hundred or a thousand years, will people be so certain?

We question the true authorship of Shakespeare’s works. Some of us even question whether Jesus Christ was a real human being, or just a fiction that some religious group invented. Five hundred years from now, what’s not to say that people will be questioning whether Jane Austen really wrote her own books–or whether she even existed at all?

I had this idea while I was doing a copy edit with The Leading Edge (apparently, if you help them with their slushpile consistently enough, you get roped into the higher level stuff like copy edits, substantive edits, and even get a position with some authority–eventually). We were taking a quick break and I was chatting with some of the other editors about story ideas, and somehow out of the conversation this idea spawned. Good heavens.

I think it’s an awesome idea, but I know for sure that I don’t have the chops to pull it off. I haven’t read enough Austen to really develop a taste or a love for her work, or even really an understanding of it. If someone else with much more knowledge and love of Austen could pull it off, I’d definitely like to see it. If you think that’s you, feel free to “steal” my idea and run with it.

If I personally were going to write it, I’d extrapolate a crazy middle-far future world that basically resembles our own, with a few key cultural and economic shifts, and focus on the question of her gender. I’d think of some awesome reason why these futuristic people specifically question whether it was a man who wrote her books and pattern the debate off of the kinds of debates we have about the authorship of Shakespeare’s works. The characters in the story would probably be literary elites who are WAY WAY worked up over this question–the kind of people who go to war over this stuff. From there, I would make it a comedy of the sexes, and use the story as a way to examine, in a humorous, upbeat way, some of the timeless differences between men and women.

But that’s just how I’d do it. Maybe you have a better idea. If you do write something like this (or know of something similar), please let me know, because I want to read it!