That has to be the most egregiously obnoxious senior college photo page ever. The Pete Townshend quote, and the charming "Now all my teachers are dead except silence," and - the truest one of all - "let me bow to necessity, not her hirelings." Those are my polished dominatrix boots, Miss Mumbly-Mumbly (name withheld)! This photo was taken at approximately 3 AM in the Collage newspaper basement and I think I'm sitting on the typesetting machine.
So here is to a bright new decade and a brand-new year. This past decade, as many have pointed up, has been about as tough as a lot of people care to take. I refuse to believe that the best is not ahead of us, because after the storm, as Roger says, "The fire still burns . . ."
Are The Who my favorite band? Why yes, Virginia, they always have been and always will be.
So toward that end, I have some pretty good short fiction coming out in 2010, with "To Love the Difficult" in Panverse 2, "Richard Dadd" in The Shadow Conspiracy 2, and "The Epicurean" in Blood Lite 2. With such monstrous huge authors as Charlaine Harris, Sherrilyn Kenyon and Jim Butcher in Blood Lite (original), I am really jazzed that I've sold one of my one pieces under 10,000 words already for the upcoming year which means - maybe I'll sell TWO by the time it's over.
A funny thing happened to me this past ten years. I became a real professional writer. Not a dilettante (see above), not a poseur, and not a wannabee. You see, despite my, for a girl, badass attitude, I just wanted to write. I have never had giant visions of anything except always the hope that readers would enjoy what I wrote. Everything I write is personal, and done for very strange, uniquely-Amy personal reasons. When I say "strange," I did go through a period where I thought it was fun to put the most random imaginable crap together and see if I could make a story out of it ("Mad for the Mints" et. al.).
This year, I'm going to write another novel or two. Because of my students, I want to write something they can relate to. Because I spent 2004 to 2009 working on the massive thing that is Humphree, I now have a grasp of what it is to write a novel in a way that means I can write them just like "Mad for the Mints" or "To Kiss the Star" or "Perfect Stranger." That story, of course, was inspired by my thoughts on what it meant to be expecting a baby with Down Syndrome. I began it before Anthony was born, and finished it after he died. The inbetween time made it what it is. A great story that died while I was not comprehending the deterioration of short SF/F written for adults or sophisticated 13 year-olds - if published 10-15 years earlier, it would be reprinted everywhere. Now? Pfft. And BFD - what I said above is what is true for me. I do these things for my own reasons.
A lot of people think I'm quick, hyper and ADD - all very true. But for the things that count, I am very very slow. The ideas percolating now are ones that have been around a long time. The feelings are very deep and go beyond myself as an individual. I have been moving for years toward writing what I now am writing and . . . here's to a productive, exciting, joyous 2010. Let us all be true to ourselves, let us not apologize for being the individuals we all are - unique and precious and our souls everlasting.