~~ "She has so many aliases, you'd think she was a spy!" ~~

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

The dark lords of rock

Lawrence namechecks Styxfest—and because it all is about me…

“Also, let me acknowledge the Styxfest at Casino Rama and all the good that it shall bring about. Well done... (Even the dark lords of rock are impressed).”

We’ve impressed the dark lords of rock. My job here is done.


Rejection from Luna Books for Waking the Witch—but a full-page letter discussing what she liked (loved the character! would love to see another story with that character!) and didn’t like (didn’t think the idea was fresh and original enough). Most importantly, “I’d be interested in seeing other ideas you have in proposal form.”

Which makes me wonder if I should pause in the novel I’m struggling with (“beating my head bloody against the wall” comes close to describing the process) and do the redraft of An Ever-Turning Wheel


Worked out today. Just elliptical and the back machine and some ab work. But I’ve messed up my back something fierce (feels like the sacrum on both sides), and that does not bode well for getting on a plane to Oregon tomorrow. Sigh.


Also worked on my skirt for Pirate Tourney. Wicked Red will have a whole new outfit when she comes ashore in July. And she’s going to be hot, baybee.

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Be the First on Your Block!

To celebrate the UK release of A Little Night Music, we’re having a couple of contests!

For UK residents: Prove to me that you’ve bought the book! Proof can be a scan of the receipt, a picture of you with the book somewhere other than the bookstore, or something obvious like that. Be the first person to e-mail me with that proof at cyvarwydd at mac dot com, and you’ll win a prize!

For US residents: Prove to me that you couldn’t wait for the US release and you bought the book from the UK! Proof can be your amazon.co.uk receipt, the shipping label from someone who sent it to you, etc. Be the first person to e-mail me with that proof at cyvarwydd at mac dot com, and you’ll win a prize!

For residents of all other countries: Um, I don’t know what distribution is like for you… But if you’re the first person on your country to prove to me that you’ve bought the book (send an e-mail to cyvarwydd at mac dot com, you’ll win a prize, too!

Comp copies and shared copies don’t count. To win a prize, you’ve gotta pay.

(I have no idea what the prizes will be. Suggestions welcome—what do ya’ll want? You can’t have the wrist cuff, sorry.)

Contest ends July 15, 2007, unless all winners have checked in earlier. Winners will be announced at www.cyvarwydd.com.

Monday, June 11, 2007

I believe...

Back in April, when I went to the Shaw/Blades shows, my friend Thom from Utah (whom I'd never met until then, 'though I'd known him online through Styx fandom for years and years) wore a fabulous t-shirt that I decided I must own. It listed a bunch of geeky "I believe" statements, almost all of which I backed wholeheartedly.

So I ordered the shirt from Café Press. When it arrived, I was sad to see that some of the words bled into the design to such a degree as to be unreadable. While I was sure I'd been able to read Thom's shirt in its entirety, Café Press said the flaw was due to the low quality of the image intially given to them. They agreed to refund my money, and even said I could keep the shirt I'd purchased. Kudos to Café Press.

In an effort to not forget what the shirt says, I provide the text here for your amusement. Please don't copy it without tracking down the original source, which is DJ Rik Emerson in the Portland, OR, area. (Check out Café Press for details.)

So read on, and say with me, hallelujah.


I believe that Han shot first. I believe that Ally Sheedy was hotter before Molly Ringwald cleaned her up. I believe in miniatures, models, claymation, and not revealing the shark until you absolutely have to. I believe that George Lucas, for better or for worse, changed the way we see the world, ourselves, and each other. And I believe that we will someday reach those stars that he himself made visible. I believe that George Lucas is also a narrow-minded, money-grubbing pig-headed slave to the now, who oughtta be locked away from his own creations, lest he do them further harm. I believe that Jean-Luc Picard is the better Starship Captain, but I also believe that James Tiberius Kirk is infinitely more cool. I believe that children standing in line to buy a book at midnight is fantastic; I believe that reading makes you smart—it’s schools that make you dumb. I believe that any episode of Futurama is better than any program featuring a precocious teenager who’s wise beyond their years. I also believe Buffy the Vampire Slayer to be the sole exception that proves this rule. I believe that comic books are an art form, and will someday be recognized as such. I believe that good shows die too young; and crap shows last too long. I believe that boycotts, petitions, and sending the President of Fox lots of candy will never save a program…only heads on spikes will ever do that trick. I believe that Eddie Izzard is the funniest man alive, and I don’t give a good goddamn whether you’ve ever heard of him or not—it’s still true. I believe that a girl who likes movies about zombies is hotter than whoever’s on the cover of Maxim this month. I believe that Beloch ate that fly, and I swear to God that I heard Luke call Leia “Carrie,” and I believe that Samwise Gamgee never quite got the credit he really deserved. I believe in magic, I believe in dreams, I believe in the power of music, movies, and the untold worlds inside an everyday library card. And I do not believe that geeks will inherit the earth; I believe that we already have.