Or actually, is it Literature?

I’ve started a short story that I think will end up being submitted to the lit mags when (if) I finish it. The title is “Sons and Daughters of the Builder”, and the first paragraph (still first draft) is

Whenever people ask me if my father is God, I say no. I learned a long time ago that the true answer—”maybe”—was an opening for any number of further questions, questions I didn’t have the answers to.

I have no idea where it’s headed. Well, that’s not true; I have some ideas, but I haven’t picked a direction yet. My biggest fear is that it’ll wind up being too spec.fic. for the Literary Journals, dahling, but too lit.fic. for the SF pulps, dude.

Siding continues apace. The south wall is now blue from bottom to top again; soffits & fascia will go up tomorrow. Then the only part left to tackle will be the west wall, up above the kitchen roof. We hope to be done by the weekend.

On the other hand, Greg Knauss’s Devil’s Dictionary v2.0 defines schedule as A fairy tale with a happy ending, told by the optimistic to the ignorant. So I’m hesitant to be too firm about end dates and ETAs and et ceteras.

Laters, gators!

We went to Winnipeg this weekend. Had a lovely time. We saw Batman Begins at the Imax, went to the museum (my favourite display remains the Nonsuch), headed over to the Forks, and wandered the Bears on Broadway, which are the result of a Cancer Care Manitoba fundraiser.

I’ve got a bunch of photos on my Flickr site, right about here.

Siding: continues. Soon we’ll be done. Soon.

We’re breaking for the weekend; then we’ll be in the home stretch. We’re at the point where we need the scaffolding to be fifteen feet high. The theory is that while we’re up there, we’ll put in the soffits & fascia too.

My wife and I are going to the Big City this weekend. (And what’s that say about where I live, that a city of 600,000 or so is the Big City?) Just a break from the house, and the end of my vacation. Monday I’m back to work, so siding—for me—will be relegated to evenings, before sundown.

How’s everyone else doing?

The downside to submitting stories to potential markets electronically is that you can get rejected pretty damn fast. The upside to submitting electronically is that you can get rejected fast, so you’re not sitting for three months, wondering.

Neo-Opsis didn’t want “Outside, Looking In”. Apparently the story was too sneaky and underhanded:

[It] seems to be done in an artsy style that keeps the reader guessing about what is really happening. This style can make it difficult for some readers to get into a story. Often readers need some thread to hold onto, something they can understand and relate to, that will take them through the unusual.

Well, that’s kind of my style. I like to play my cards close to my vest, as they say.

Oh well. On to the next one.

Later—Submitted to Son & Foe. Hopefully it goes well…

I’ve submitted “Outside, Looking In” to Neo-Opsis. Wish me luck!

My house is turning blue again. That is all.

Well, a new version of an old story. I’ve been revamping “Fimbulvetr”, and parts I-III are up here, with part IV yet to be completed. Let me know what you think. (Gabrielle, if you’re still out there, you might like this one…)

Outside, Looking In has been rejected again. Lenox Ave. had nice things to say (“Honestly, it’s a beautifully told story”), but it didn’t quite match up with what they’re looking for. On to the next one.

Is it bad form to write a thank-you note for quick turnaround and kind comments? I hope not, ’cause I did.

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Tomorrow we should be able to start putting siding on. Tomorrow.

I’ve finally finished Accelerando, Charles Stross’s novel. For those that want a look, it’s available via a Creative Commons license—just click on the link.

It’s the story of four generations of the Macx family (I think; things get a little tangled, what with the clones and the eigenfamilies and the ghosts and whatnot) and their varied adventures, on Earth, in the outer system, and flitting ‘twixt the stars, on either side of the Technological Singularity. I enjoyed it. It was a fast-paced story, full of breathless momentum and nudge-nudge wink-wink references for the übergeeks that are most certainly the book’s target audience. (I think I fall at the middle of this particular geek spectrum, somewhere in the range of visible light in the electromagnetic analog. I get most of the jokes, and I contributed to the wiki for the book. (A low-end geek would know about the wiki; a high-end geek would have created the wiki.))

What’s it about? Well, it’s about 150,000 words. Beyond that, words fail, but I’ll try. It’s about Manfred Macx, his IRS auditor-cum-fiancée-cum-dominatrix-cum-wife-ex Pamela, the music mafiya, the continuously upgraded robot cat Aineko, a time-sharing semi-parasitic borganism, slavery in Jupiter orbit, the Vile Offspring, lobsters hacking the Universe, the next generation of economics (and the one after that), and a raft of other ideas. It’s a complex tapestry* of ideas, in fact, a dizzy slide of ideas and concepts that threatens to overwhelm any thread of story, but never quite does.

I enjoyed it. I plan to hunt down Stross’s previous novel, Singularity Sky, and see what it’s like. Someday, too, I’ll re-read Accelerando, possibly on my PDA, more likely in treeware form, so that I can see all the little things I missed on my first time through.

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Currently reading: The Last Light of the Sun, by Guy Gavriel Kay. It’s set about 1,000 years ago, in a Northern Europe only thinly disguised by slightly different names for peoples and places (Erlings for Vikings/Norsemen, Anglcyn for the English, Cyngael for the Welsh, for instance). So far it’s interesting; I’m about a third of the way in, and it’s holding my interest well. There are precious few “fantasy” moments so far, just an encounter with a fairy and a premonition of psychic powers in one character. Otherwise it’s a pretty straight-ahead view of what life must’ve been like in 1000AD in the north of Europe. Gabrielle, if you’re reading this, you might like this one.

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I’m itching to re-read The Dark Tower, especially the last few pages, where… well… where fifteen years of reading culminated for me in a scene that brought me near to tears. Even just thinking about it, I’m gettin’ misty. (Well, not really. But it’s still a big emotional moment.)

Anyways. That’s enough for now. More siding updates in the days ahead, I predict.

À bientôt!

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* “The word ‘tapestry’ as used here means ‘An ugly piece of cloth too thin to be used as a blanket and too large to be used as a handkerchief’.” —Lemony Snicket

So. Siding arrived at about 8AM. Insulation on the north wall proceeds apace. We need about two more full sheets on the second layer (we’re achieving 2-inch foam by using 2 layers of 1-inch foam, offset at the seams to dissuade wind), then we can take down the scaffolding and get started on actually putting up the siding. The end’s not in sight yet, but it’s actually starting to look like we might finish this job.

Mmmm, suppertime. Gotta fly!

Later—So yeah. My father spent most of his day up the scaffolding, measuring and nailing, while I was on the ground, serving as sawyer. We’ve got a custom-ground jigsaw blade to cut the foam, and it works a treat, let me tell you.

I got pretty good at slicing and dicing the insulation, if I do say so myself. Most of the pieces fit nice and snug, and there were some complicated shapes, thanks to windows and the occasional board not hanging quite square and true.

My feet hurt. It’s been a long time since I’ve spent this much time each day on my feet, and I can tell.