If you head over to the Kickstarter updates page, you can read an excerpt from “Mary In the Looking Glass,” and read a little bit about where the idea came from. You can also read about the stories from Damien Angelica Walters and Rachael Sterling.
While you’re over there, you can check out excerpts and some more blurbs from some of the other cool authors and stories included in the anthologies. And, you know, donate to the cause! There’s a new reward up–the chance to have your story critiqued by A.C. Wise.
The Kickstarter for the Women Up to No Good anthologies is back!
If you head on over there, you will find some great backer rewards and a whole lot of behind the scenes, author spotlights!
Over on Twitter, Joanne and Co. have been posting short excerpts from the stories in the anthologies–these are two I particularly like:
And then there’s one from this chick I know pretty well:
(Spoiler: that one’s my story, “Mary In the Looking Glass”!)
There are stories in these books from L. Timmel Duchamp, Chikodili Emelumadu, Nisi Shawl, D.A. Xiaolin Spires, Catherynne M. Valente, Alyssa Wong, Sonya Taaffe, and Damien Angelica Walters, along with a whole lot of other amazing writers.
(Fangirly fun facts: Damien Angelica Walters guest-edited the issue of Penumbra eMag my story, “Hauntings,” appeared in! And Nisi Shawl and I were both in the April 2014 issues of Strange Horizons, so we spent a couple weeks in the same “table of contents”–read: front page. My brushes with greatness, let me show you them.)
So if you find this intriguing, hop on over to the Kickstarter and check it out–and please back the project, if you can!
My story, “Mary In the Looking Glass,” is part of the Women Up to No Good anthology Broad Knowledge, and there is a Kickstarter for it and another of the Women Up to No Good anthologies, Sharp and Sugar Tooth.
If you’d like to support “writing by women and authors of marginalized sex and gender identities, about female protagonists whose knowledge or appetites are critical to their stories,” please click the link and check out the various donation levels and rewards. (The dedication one is pretty cool, I gotta say.)
I’m just saying, you know you want to read a story by me about Mary with the bloody eyes, right?
They are not particularly ordered …
- There is a lot of interesting stuff going on here around the closets. Like, the obvious stuff regarding The Closet and the 90s, but also as symbols of success, of containing the things you want but can’t have, of containing things you used to have but no longer do. It’s interesting, to me, how often we see Andrew Cunanan in this context of closets–Lizzie’s husband’s, the crappy tiny ones in his crappy motel rooms, his super-fancy sugar-daddy provided closet … and the one in the master bedroom of his childhood home, where Andrew got the biggest bedroom, but his father got the closet. Closets with secrets, too: we have Modesto’s stash of money and Andrew’s collages of Versace.
- I think the reverse structure works for and against the show (but it’s really working for me)–on the one hand, it makes things (like that very first closet) resonate in a different way than if we saw it progress rather than regress. But one thing I’ve seen in reviews is this expectation that there will be an answer to the enigma of Andrew Cunanan, which the reviewers aren’t finding, and I think part of that expectation comes from the added emphasis of the backwards narrative. We have to be leading to something, and if the ultimate murder of Gianni Versace isn’t it, surely it must be why Cunanan killed him (and David Madsen, and Jeff Trail, and Lee Miglin, and William Reese). But I’m not sure an answer is what the show is going for. I think it’s more a series of portraits–the overarching one is Cunanan’s, but within that framework are portraits of other people that are just as, and sometimes more, compelling. (Interestingly, as amazing a job as I think Edgar Ramirez is doing as Versace, I find Versace the least compelling character in the show.)
- There’s a lot of really good work in this thing. I think Darren Criss is creepy as hell, and that scene in the jumpsuit was perhaps some of the best non-verbal acting I’ve ever seen: you watch him work through like eight different emotions in five minutes. And then Cody Fern as David Madsen doing this dissection of discomfort–he hits every beat, from the “I am traveling cross country with an actual murderer” kind of discomfort through the “wow, you thought we were a lot more serious than I did” discomfort, to the “oh, this guy is so out of my league but he’s bought me a drink and invited me to sit down” awkwardness. Penelope Cruz acting through Donatella’s accent; Ricky Martin looking exhausted down to his bones in the first episode; Mike Farrell in Lee Miglin’s basement; JUDITH LIGHT HOLY CATS. And Jon Jon Briones as Modesto Cunanan–honestly, if you want to skip every other episode and just watch the one he’s in, it’s ridiculously good.
- The costuming gives me college flashbacks. It’s disturbing.
So, yeah, I’ve been enjoying it. It didn’t go anywhere near the way I expected–I was expecting something more back-and-forth between the manhunt and the past–but I think I’ve dug it more because of that.
Yeah, yeah, actual content tomorrow … but first!
“The Lost Languages of Exiles” will be appearing in Best Vegan Science Fiction and Fantasy of 2017, which is a collection of vegan-friendly stories (not necessarily stories about veganism).
And Metaphorosis posted the origins of “Exiles,” if you’re interested in seeing where it came from.
Life has been a bit more up and down than is even usual for me, resulting in not a whole lot of content blogging. First we had Irma and the evacuation; then I had a health scare that knocked everything sideways for a couple of months. I feel like I’m just now getting myself back on track after all that mess, and it’s March.
I’m also staring down my birthday later this week, which is always a fraught experience. Although, really, I have been dealing with the decrepitude of old age for, like, months now, so it’s not as bad as it’s been in the past. Usually I don’t mind my age much, but birthdays get to me. Age is just a number, but a birthday is a date and cannot be ignored. ONE YEAR CLOSER TO THE GRAVE! Or something like that.
All of that is to say that I will, I hope, have a few more not-promotional blog posts coming your way soon (although I have a couple of promotional posts, too, whee!). I’ve been watching ACS: The Assassination of Gianni Versace and, of course, Jessica Jones; I’ve been reading stuff, and–this is hilarious–I have been playing Zelda: Breath of the Wild. No, seriously, my video gaming has thus far been Lego games, Pokemon (DS and N64), Mario Kart, Mario Party, and an ill-advised foray into the motion-sickness hell that is Epic Mickey. I’ve never played one of these quest-y games where I don’t know the plot already–or, when I did, I got so sick I had to stop before it got really good.
So I have things to write about. Stay tuned. :)
1 [back]I am fine. All is well in Laura-land.
The talented and charming Jason Kimble has a story out over on Cast of Wonders: “If Only Kissing Made It So,” for your reading and/or listening pleasure. The podcast version is read by Max Gladstone (yeah, I know, right?).
The first lines, so not even a spoiler:
This afternoon, the boy I’ve had a crush on for years told me two things: he loves me, and he’s a time traveler. I’m not sure if I feel crazier believing the first or the second.
This is a lovely story. This and “Blood and Water” are the ones Jason’s then-boyfriend (now-husband) asked me about when we met: Have you read those? They’re amazing–he’s so brilliant, isn’t he? and I just grinned and agreed and thought, Yeah, I like this guy, Jason can keep him around. :)