Always quirky, sometimes sweet speculative fiction

Month: September 2013

Australian Spec-Fic authors Challenge – August Round-Up

aurealis_64_coverNearly all of my reports for the challenge thus far have been on full length novels but I read a lot of short stories too. I’m subscribed to several different journals and magazines (and intend to subscribe to a few more when I get some spare cash) and thought I’d bring an Australian publication to the forefront. This may kinda be cheating since the authors aren’t always Australian, but the whole point of the challenge is to read more Australian speculative fiction, and if supporting an Aussie spec-fic magazine isn’t doing that then what is?

Aurealis, has been releasing issues for 23 years. You may be familiar with the Aurealis awards too, these are the people who created and continue to run them. Their contribution to the Australian speculative fiction scene is not to be sniffed at.

The issues come out monthly (except for January and December) and consist of a couple of stories followed by articles and reviews of Aussie spec-fic books and sometimes author interviews.

62_cover_for_websiteI became a subscriber back in early January with the intent of researching the market (and helping them out since Aurealis wants to become an SFWA approved market and for that they need 1000 subscribers. Which reminds me, help them and go subscribe now!) but have also found it to be a lot of fun to read.

There’s a great variety in the tales, ranging from traditional high fantasy style to near-future sci-fi (really, volume 62 case in point). It’s also added more than a few books to my ‘to read’ list – including but not limited to my September read: Midnight and Moonshine.

I’ve yet to read an issue of Aurealis I’ve been disappointed in (or put down for anything but necessity), so recommend reading an issue at the very least, or subscribing to enjoy even more and help support the Aussie speculative fiction scene.

Australian Spec-Fic Authors Challenge – July Round-Up

As some of you may have noticed, I am behind on my own reading challenge – for shame! Well it’s all George R R Martin’s fault, because I’ve been reading A Song of Ice and Fire (currently about a third of the way into book 4) so my reading attention has been diverted. Allow me to rectify that now.

deathI’ve just finished reading Death Most Definite by Trent Jamieson and I must say, wow, what a cool book! No lack of action, some intrigue so sneaky you aren’t really aware it’s happening until late in the story, the always awesome doomed romance (that you totally want to have work), and solid humour the whole way through.

There were some seriously hilarious parts where I had to stifle the laugh out loud urges so I didn’t wake up the rest of the family.

The story is about Steven de Selby, a Pomp (think death angel, Japanese Shinigami, reaper what have you, but entirely human apart from their ability to help move souls on to the afterlife) who is shot at in the Wintergarden Food Court and the only reason he survives is because a (cute) dead girl warns him moments before. Now Steven has to figure out who is attacking all of the Brisbane pomps and why. Oh, and survive too.

One of the things I loved most about this story was that it’s based in Brisbane so I knew virtually everywhere that was being discussed. This created a great connection for me because I could visualise settings much more vividly that ‘some town in America’ or ‘some medieval village’. In my opinion there aren’t enough stories set in Brisbane ;p

I really enjoyed how the romance was played out too, from initial attraction, to growing emotions, to awkwardness because yeah you can’t hide it anymore – oh and by the way if I touch you I’ll send you to the afterlife so we’re doomed from the offset. Love it. I’ve read a few books recently where the relationships didn’t spark for me (none of the books have been Aussie, hooray!) and I’ve realised if I don’t believe the romance then a lot of the character begins to fall flat for me and a great story is intimately tied to character.

The pace in Death Most Definite also has good velocity. I am currently obsessed with book velocity (as I’ve personally dubbed it), because if I’m not dragged along, caught in the tail wind I find myself going off to work on my own writing, or play a video game, or you know, tidy the house ;p. I don’t have much free time between work and raising a child, so if there’s not enough velocity the book loses out to Etrian Odyssey or editing. That’s probably another part of why I fell behind.

All up I loved the book and am looking forward to finding the time to read the sequels. Oh and here’s my Goodreads review if you’re curious

Flash Fiction – Kina’s Climb

Another Chuck Wendig flash fiction challenge accepted. The challenge for those too lazy to read it was to write a story inspired by this amazing discovery.

As always, happy for feedback. Gimme, gimme, gimme!

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Kina’s Climb

By Kirstie Olley

When you started the climb you either finished it, or it finished you.

It wasn’t easy, going up the spire every few days. Dragging the weight of herself and the bulbs up over the dome at the bottom wasn’t all that difficult, but the pinnacle itself was too tall and too straight. The surface stuck to Kina’s hands, giving the illusion of safety, but each time she moved a hand or foot she had to tear it free. When she was tired, when she wanted to sag back and rest her weary limbs, the wall’s grip didn’t have the strength to hold her in place though. She had to keep her body close, distribute her weight evenly and keep soldiering on.

Kina looked up. The summit was in sight. Long thin strands stretched out from the tip of the top, slinging down to the fence, supplying the charge to the protective barrier around her home.

With an oomph she pushed on, struggling upward. Her muscles were a fire under her skin, and though she’d started while dawn was still a grey smudge of light now the sun pummelled her with heat, reddening her skin.

The bulbs bounced on her back, slapping her spine, kicking her kidneys. Kina wasn’t new to the sensations however, the wet goop sticking to her palms, the burning inside and out. She did this every week, it was the only way to keep the charge in the fence, to keep the Others out, and to cry for help to anyone who could hear.

There had to be others out there, didn’t there?

Just because everyone else who’d sheltered behind these walls had died didn’t mean there were no other survivors anywhere. Right?

Even internally her voice carried the quaver of a lost four year old.

And then she was there, the receptacle open before her, the juice almost empty inside.

Kina wrapped her legs around the stalk as if it were a lover and struggled with the first of the bulbs. She pulled it around by the short rope that attached it to the harness on her chest and drew it in front of her. Her stomach muscles pulled taught under her ragged shirt as she kept her torso upright.

With a wrench and a pop the cork came out and Kina poured the sloshing liquid inside into the receptacle. The lines streaming down from the spear quivered and made a short, sharp shzt that brought a smile to Kina’s face.

Every time she wondered if the source might become less potent, if the current would weaken. The Others would come in then. Despite the sun’s heat she could feel the chill of that thought.

She emptied the other three containers until the liquid lapped at the brim. Re-corking the bottles Kina scanned the area. There were no signs of any Others, but no signs of help either.

With the hem of her shirt Kina wiped the sweat from her face. She corked the last container and prepared herself for the journey down.

The world flashed. Brightness that shamed the sun seared her eyes and Kina lost her grip on the bulb in her arms. It swung behind her and slammed into her other side hard enough to bruise. The bottles bashed each other, causing a clamour.

Kina wrapped her arms around the needle, adhering every part of herself to it while she waited for her eyes to readjust. Her temples throbbed, even her body pulsed with the pain. For an instant she considered that she might have touched one of the live wires, but she knew she hadn’t, there’d been none near enough to brush.

Before she recovered the flash came again, stabbing through the air, enveloping the world.

Was this the end? Had she survived the Others all this time only to die like this? Tears stung her eyes. How could she fight this? Her spire, her fence, they could hold the Others at bay, but not this world-consuming lightning.

Something rumbled. It was a waterfall’s roar, but with a depth and resonance she’d never dreamed possible. It was as all-encompassing as the light had been.

The tower trembled, like it was trying to shake her loose. No, that wasn’t it – the tower was as terrified as she.

The noise surrounded her, her ears ached like her eyes, but somewhere through the roar she heard words, impossible as that seemed. Clinging to the pinnacle, weeping for her life, the words washed over Kina.

“Hey, come over here, check this out. What do you reckon this thing is?”

Her vision came back while another voice joined in. She looked up past the receptacle, everything was blurry, tears gushed in response.

The eye loomed over her so huge it blotted out the sky. Just its damn eye and she couldn’t see anything else of it. Even the first time she’d climbed the spire her heart hadn’t pounded like this.

Every day she’d prayed for someone to come, someone to save her. This creature, gargantuan beyond conceivability, could never see her. She would be too tiny to it. She would be smaller than a dust mote drifting in a sunbeam. Someone had come, but they were no saviour.

Kina clung, their words reverberating through her chest, their lights coming again to blind her. Kina gripped to the tower and held on to her life. If she could survive this, then the Others would be nothing.

Brisbane Writers Festival 2013 – My Experience

bwf13Last year the Brisbane Writers Festival was the first writers’ event I attended. EVER. I hadn’t known about it much in advance so only had a chance to attend one event. This year was different. I went crazy on events and had a blast.

On Thursday I attended a panel on ‘The Unvarnished Truth About Publishing’. Meredith Curnow(Random House Australia), Bernadette Fowley(Hachette), Rochelle Fernandez(HarperCollins) and Kristina Schulz(UQP) discussed the realities of publishing traditionally, including but not limited to (not a direct quote, but the pure essence is here) read the frigging guidelines. This was a theme that popped up in several panels I attended over the weekend and I can’t help but wonder about how many people must fail this.

On Friday I attended two workshops: Short Story Critique with Rob Spillman and Angela Slatter, and Slash and Burn Self Editing with Kate De Goldi. The Short Story Critique session saw us cram feedback for twelve pieces into three hours. I received some good feedback on one of my more recent stories ‘Glass Bones’ and was totally jealous that an English teacher had brought some of his students in to have their pieces critiqued. Most of the student’s stories didn’t read as young (seriously impressive!) but my jealousy derives more from the fact I never got to enjoy such a cool field trip(don’t worry Mr. Cameron, you were still awesome, I understand we lived in a rural town and these sorts of festivals didn’t happen back when I was in High School).

Slash and Burn Self editing got off to a good start when the fire alarms went off. No. I’m not kidding! Smoke from the BBQ downstairs got into one of the library’s sensors and set off the alarms. Kate De Goldi used some poetry to help us learn how not to waste words and ran us through several exercises. Hopefully this will help with my current manuscript of woe: Written By The Stars. (I swear, I love it, but something is just. Not. Working! in there…)

Saturday saw me attending a lot of discussion panels.

The first – Fantasy: Myths, Dreams and Other Worlds with Garth Nix, Kimberley Freeman(Kim Wilkins), Melina Marchetta and Angela Slatter, was right up my alley and there were some great quotes which, the only reason I didn’t tweet was because I didn’t want to miss the next one while fumbling with my damn phone. I’ll share them here instead.

“The bower bird mind” – Angela Slatter, in reference to the way a writer’s mind gathers up an idea there, a fraction of a myth here, and then a skerrick of a story there and puts it altogether to make a beautiful nest.

“Vikings make me feel good.” – Kim Wilkins. It was agreed by both panel and audience that needs to be made into a shirt.

“Magic needs to feel mysterious” – Garth Nix, in reference to the way that so many people demand all of the workings of magic need to be revealed and his personal feeling on that.

The Dystopia panel with Scott Westerfeld, Marriane dePierres and Max Barry was also a quote fest (as well as successfully making me want to buy more books, damnit).

“Books are machines for experiencing something we otherwise can’t” – Scott Westerfeld on why perfectly normal teenagers voraciously read books about drugs, sex and violence (and also, in part, why that’s a good thing)

“If nothing changes, that’s not a story, that’s a painting” – Max Barry

The Agents Seminar with Sophie Hamley and Hannah Brown Gordon was fantastic as Hannah is an American agent, while Sophie is Aussie so you got to learn the differences between the markets – and the similarities! These lovely ladies divulged things like how many queries they receive (and trust me, you can much more easily forgive a 6-8 week response period when you hear they receive 10-30 queries a day).

Some of the advice they gave for approaching them was old hat (at least to anyone who has used google) like make sure you’re sending it to the right agent and that gem from the Unvarnished Truth About Publishing panel: follow the damn guidelines, but there were a few things where the internet didn’t always say the same thing(or where Australia differs from America) so having clarification from the agent’s own mouth makes you feel much better.

Fables and Folk Tales with Angela Slatter, Kate Forsyth and James Bradley was a great panel and funnily enough all three authors had reworked the Rapunzel fairy tale (Kate’s is Bitter Greens (you can read my review here, review spoiler: I loved it!), Angela’s I haven’t read yet, but I just bought her book Midnight and Moonshine and intend to read it for my September book on the Aussie Spec-Fic Authors Challenge, and James’ in a fit of genius I forgot to write down and can’t seem to uncover which book it is (I’m so sorry! If you know which one tell me so I can put it up here)).

On Sunday I mixed it up a bit with a Short Fiction workshop in the morning run by Graeme Simsion, then a panel on Lit Mags with Stuart Glover, Rob Spillman, Sam Cooney and Tom Doig and wrapped up with ‘The Invisible Wheelchair’ with Alice Owen, Graeme Simsion and Robert Hoge.

The Short Fiction Workshop was fantastic. Graeme led it from the perspective of a database designer, breaking the craft into factors to be carefully considered. It was a great approach I haven’t seen before and other takeaways from it were that I need to read some books on script writing, and to always be ‘writing for publication’ as the goal will help keep you focused on making your art glow.

I strongly recommend if you’re a writer looking for courses and you see one being run by Graeme sign-up.

2013-09-08 13.59.40The Lit Mags panel showed off so many different points of view from Rob Spillman (the editor of Tin House a prestigious literary magazine with gorgeous visual design and big names writing in it like Stephen King, Margaret Atwood and Ursula K LeGuin) to Sam Cooney (editor of The Lifted Brow a Melbourne lit mag that’s been around since 2007 and has published Neil Gaiman (which as we all know means I am immediately interested)) and Tom Doig(now-retired editor of Voiceworks, a lit mag for under 25 artists which takes stories, articles, comics and more). Their job titles might have been the same, but little else was. The magazines ranged from funded by a wealthy philanthropist, to government funded, to living-on-the-love-of-subscribers. Essentially though, they all had the same goal, to publish great stories.

It’s always interesting to get a peek behind the curtain, and once again came the advice of ‘please, for the love of god follow the guidelines’. This time backed up with a comment that online databases may be a good place to find magazines and journals to submit to, but to not have faith that they have everything there. Go to the actual website of the people you want to be published by, they’ll tell you what they want and how they want it. Better yet, subscribe and read!

There was supposed to be a big gap between the Lit Mags panel and my next seminar, but as I was walking along, listening to the audiobook of A Storm of Swords (yes, I’m ahead of the TV series now and all I want to do is talk with people about it but almost no one has read the books!), I saw my friend and president of my critique group(Vision writers), Belinda. We had a chat and next thing I know she was bringing me along to her next panel ‘Well Drawn: Illustrious’ featuring Gary Crew, Gus Gordon and the previous president of Vision, Kathleen Jennings. It slotted perfectly in between my events and despite my personal lack of illustrating talent was a very interesting panel.

“It’s a pretty thing, but you cannot miss that there’s a story going on in there” – Kathleen Jennings.

“Information trapped in amber” – Kathleen Jennings on image panels from older books.

I loved the belief all the panelists held, that it was sad any illustrated book was automatically assumed a children’s book.

My last panel, ‘The Invisible Wheelchair’ was about the seen and unseen disabilities and how they are (or aren’t) portrayed in media. One in five people has a disability, but there is nowhere near that in fiction. Even I myself fall short, I have characters with OCD(Duke Oban in Storybook Perfect), a stutterer(Tobey from a WIP that’s on focus hiatus), a warrior with only one arm (Savrant from Keys, Clocks, Quests), and Brannory from my latest short story ‘Glass Bones’ has Osteogenesis Imperfecta (not to mention I cripple a few characters in combat on more than one occasion but keep them around for the rest of the book(or series as the case may be)), but I’m still way short of reflecting correct statistics.

Even more importantly than numbers though is portrayal: avoid generalisations, don’t let their disability be their defining characteristic – it isn’t everything they are, just a facet – and the story doesn’t have to be about their disability. Most importantly of all, don’t forget that every person is different. Some embrace their labels, others would do anything to be free of them, others fight for a correct understanding. (two great blogs to follow which show some of these mindsets are Stuff With Thing and Autistic Hoya, I follow both)

Robert Hoge said he wants there to be more stories of people with disabilities. They can be good, bad, cliché, he just wants more of them. I hope some of my stuff can get out there to become some of those stories and help (and hopefully they’ll be categorised as good).

I almost feel like I could do a whole post on the topic!

I met lots of new writers, spotted a few familiar faces from the Redlitzer Writers’ Day, saw some old teachers and many faces from my critique group, but sadly lacked the confidence to hand my card out to some of the new people I met (I handed out more cards for my critique group than myself, how sad is that?). I also managed to mangle my words more than once in front of people (both famous and other wise) proving how nervous I can be meeting new people (you wouldn’t think it once you know me ;p but it’s true, particularly when I’m interested in being friends or colleagues).

All up though, the Brisbane Writer’s Festival was a success in my opinion. I socialised (with and without success), found new books (please don’t tell my husband!), learned things and most importantly of all, had tonnes of fun.

Also a big shout out to the volunteers and organisers, as a regular volunteer at Supanova(until I had my son) I know how tough it can be sometimes. I appreciate all you efforts!

In summary(if this whole post was TL;DR for you) I highly recommend going next year if you missed it.

 

Where ever I could I did my best to link to official blogs and webpages, if I missed yours or you would prefer me to link to a different one please let me know and I’ll be happy to do so.

August Goals Round-Up

I’ve been busy with a double dose of critiquing – seven stories for my critique group on Sunday and then another twelve for a workshop I did today – so I haven’t kept up-to-date with my round-up sorry.

This last month I wrote another 8,000 words in Keys, Clocks, Quests, wrote a new flash fiction piece, and a new short story ‘The Eighteenth Soldier'(4000 words) and started a first draft for a sequel to Charming – The Glass Witch(8,000 words so far) – so plenty of creation!

Also did some more editing, working over a few different short stories (and one is finally good enough that I’ve started submitting it!) as well as some novel editing.

So I’ve made a little progress on some of the goals I realised I was lacking work on last month, but probably need to get a little less distracted by shiny new ideas and really hammer out some work on editing as that is a big thing in the goals I’ve slacked on.

On the learning side I attended a fiction masterclass with MJ Hyland at the Byron Bay Writers’ Festival which was smashing. I loved the way she interrogated some writers to help them get to the core of their story. It might at first seem brutal to be hammered with the questions, but their look of joy when the realisation dawned negated any fear from the question barrage.

I’m pretty happy with my August results and though most of my September thus far has been critiquing I’m looking forward to getting to work on edits.

Final Proof Excitement

Just a quick post to share with you all how excited I am. Seriously, it’s 6am and I’m bouncing on my toes and I haven’t even had my first tea of the morning. Why? I just sent off final proofs for my first story to be published.

For those unfamiliar with the term final proofs, that’s the very last time I get to change anything before the story is printed. The next time the story will be in my hands figuratively it will be in my hands literally!

Totally the good kind of butterflies in my stomach! Now, to go have my tea.

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