“It had never occurred to him until now that a hero would sleep on the ground”

Finally finished the first Prydain book (Book of Three) today. There are some books that you don’t get around to reading long past when everyone else does, and you don’t really know why.

I was in just the right mood for this sort of immersive otherworld adventure, and I enjoyed it lots and lots, in spite of a few reservations: that Taran is a bit of a twit (but he’s supposed to be), that several characters are built largely around a single conversational tic or two (“munchings and crunchings” are fine and even lovely, “a Fflam always” was beginning to push it), and most of all the fear that as likable a female character as Eilonwy is likely to get tamed in later books rather than being allowed the spirited adventure-seeking life she deserved (Gwydion went down many notches in my regard when he began simultaneously flirting with and dismissing her).

But that’s not the real reason for this post. The real reason is a conversation lnhammer, who’d been rightfully telling me I needed to read these books for years.

Me: “I already knew Taran was an assistant pig-keeper. But I didn’t know the pig was important.”
lnhammer (looking up): “Some pig.”

Fanficcers, your mission is clear.

On filling the writing well

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It’s been a busy several weeks … busy several months, really … in ways that have little to do with writing. Except, of course, that everything has to do with writing, and everything affects it.

I’m not always graceful about admitting when it’s time to refill the writing well. The times when I’m most busy and stressed are the times when I feel like I should be getting more efficient, making sure I fill every moment with productive writing work. Except, of course, when the writing well–that space inside me where stories come from, whatever metaphor we use for it–is running dry, my time actually becomes less productive, not more.

But finally I’ve begun forcing myself to focus on what I know to be my well-filling things. Walking and running and swimming. A few yoga classes where I really force myself to focus on myself and my practice and where I am, and not just on the poses.

This weekend, an impromptu overnight camping trip, up on Mount Lemmon. Getting out of the city is one of my big well-filling things. Somehow, in worn jeans and an old T-shirt, surrounded by wilderness (even near-city wilderness that can be reached in less than an hour), with nothing to do but be, I remember who I am, in a deep way that’s hard to explain, and settle more comfortably back into my own skin.

And reading. Lots of reading. Whenever I’m feeling off, if I look at my reading journal, I’ll find I’m not reading enough. I brought a pile of books with me on our camping trip, and I spent much of the weekend inhaling story.

Did I have time for any of these things, right now? Not really. But last night, a stray opening sentence bubbled up, and I grabbed a piece of paper to write it down. This morning, a stray story idea. I did the same.

It’s not as if I have a shortage of story ideas or evocative sentences. But this random bubbling of ideas–of story finding me, rather than me pushing through the brambles and failing to find story–is the first sign that the well is starting to fill, that there’s something inside me again to put onto the page without fighting every step of the way. If it takes time to get to and hang onto that, well, it also seems to be something I can’t write without, not for long.

Spring! And Faerie After signings!

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Been mostly offline for various life reasons the past few weeks, while early spring transitioned to late spring here in the desert. You can tell it’s late spring because these are cactus flowers, not ground-scattered wildflowers. Specifically, cholla flowers. (Warning. Chollas will jump you if you get too close. But we love them anyway.)

Anyway, suddenly it’s May, and that means Faerie After is due out at the end of this month!

And I’ll be places, celebrating and signing the final book of the Bones of Faerie trilogy. Specifically:

Friday, May 24 – Sunday May 26
Phoenix Comicon
Phoenix Convention Center

Saturday, 6-8 p.m., Faerie After party!
Renaissance Salon, Renaissance Hotel

See the rest of my Phoenix Comicon panels here, or catch me at my table in the exhibit hall, too. Early copies of Faerie After will be available at con only.

Tuesday, May 28, 6 p.m.
Official Faerie After release day!
Signing at Changing Hands Bookstore
6428 S McClintock Drive
Tempe, Arizona

Saturday, June 1, 1 p.m.
Faerie After signing at Barnes and Noble Eastside
5130 E. Broadway Blvd
Tucson, Arizona

Friday, June 21, 7 p.m.
Alamosa Books Solstice Party
(Solstice party starts 5:30 p.m.; Faerie After reading and signing at 7 p.m.)
8810 Holly Ave. NE, Ste. D
Albuquerque, New Mexico

You can also always find copies of my books at Antigone Books, where you can tell them you’d like Faerie After personalized, and they’ll ship a copy to you wherever you are.

Faerie After: a review!

Hey, it’s less than two months until Faerie After‘s release! Here’s what Kirkus says about it:

“With the faerie and mortal lands crumbling away, a teenage girl must work with both worlds if anyone is to survive. The Bones of Faerie series concludes with this high-stakes adventure … In a satisfying trilogy conclusion, Liza confronts the conflicts between saving the world and saving her friends in an environment where nobody is willing to let go of the last generation’s hatreds.”

Faerie After releases into the wild May 28–spread the word!

And if you have any friends who’ve maybe read Bones of Faerie but didn’t realize there were sequel, I’m running a giveaway for Faerie Winter on Goodreads this month.

“We built our base camp on avalanche terrain / looking back I think the wreckage was built into the frame”

A good equinox to you all. It’s feeling like an equinox-y sort of season around here, with poppies and penstemon blooming, with the feeling that everything’s all balanced and poised for change, the citrus blossom-scented air filled with opportunities and challenges.

Or maybe that second is always true, and season change encourages us to step back and take notice.

I was asked about the source of the lyrics for this post (and to source my lyrics in general–I’ll try!) It’s from another Antje Duvekot song, Juliet.

I just might be obsessing over her music a little right now, having only recently discovered it. It’s music that takes to obsessing over well.

Plague in the Mirror / Absent giveaway winners!

Thanks to everyone who entered to win Absent and Plague in the Mirror. The winners of my ARCs, chosen with great care by random.org, are …

(drumroll as I pull up the website and draw virtual names)

Absent: J.R. Goldberg!

Plague in the Mirror: John Higginbotham!

Email me your addresses at janni(at)simner(dot)com and I’ll get your ARCs in the mail!

And hopefully the rest of you will seek out these terrific books once they’re out, too. :-) You can find out more about both Plague in the Mirror and Absent at my original post, here.

“I was quiet / you were reckless / and the boys liked you better / and in truth I did mind”

I forget who pointed me towards this New York Times article on how different students handle the pressure of competition differently, on the different ways we all handle stress in general, and on how stress can both benefit and hinder us, but it has implications for those of us building creative careers:

Studies that compare professionals with amateur competitors — whether concert pianists, male rugby or female volleyball players — show that professionals feel just as much anxiety as amateurs. The difference is in how they interpret their anxiety. The amateurs view it as detrimental, while the professionals tend to view stress as energizing. It gets them to focus.

I remember that one of the single things that helped put me most at ease about public speaking was learning when listening to a con panel of professional singers that people who perform don’t have some magical gift for not worrying … they just accept the worry as something that will always be there, and somehow flow with it.

It may be that many people who do things–any sort of things–don’t have a gift for confidence so much as practice-earned experience pushing through their lack of confidence. A useful thing to be reminded of.

Also–no surprise–standardized tests really aren’t a good measure of how we handle stress and competition, among other things because they lack the benefits of many other forms of competition:

Taking a standardized test is a competition in which the only thing anyone cares about is the final score. No one says, “I didn’t do that well, but it was still worth doing, because I learned so much math from all the months of studying.” Nobody has ever come out of an SAT test saying, “Well, I won’t get into the college I wanted, but that’s O.K. because I made a lot of new friends at the Kaplan center.” Standardized tests lack the side benefits of competing that normally buffer children’s anxiety. When you sign your child up for the swim team, he may really want to finish first, but there are many other reasons to be in the pool, even if he finishes last.

“There were dangers that befell the ones who wandered / But the fern moss just looked pretty in the snow”

So today I was trying to find out how commonly birds (and ravens specifically) eat spiders.

Instead I discovered a spider that eats birds.

Well, okay, one bird. A hummingbird, specifically. As reported by Victorian explorers, who are not exactly known for reliability themselves. But still.

Theraphosa blondi remains known as Goliath Birdeater because of that hummingbird. Never let it be said there isn’t sensationalism in the wildlife biology world, or that one crazy bird-eating moment can’t get a rep that follows you and all your many arachnid descendants forever.

Theraphosa blondi is known to more often eat rodents, frogs, and snakes in the wild. That’s still pretty spider-kickass in my book.

Pet owners are advised to stick to insects such as crickets and locusts, though. (The sites pointing out that making pets of these guys isn’t exactly advised seem to be outnumbered by sites on how to take care of your Goliath bird-eating tarantula. Make of this what you will.)