Y-Wing fighter (Joe Johnston)
During the course of the raid on the Death Star in Star Wars: A New Hope, rebel X-Wing fighters were joined by the equally well-designed Y-Wing fighters. These super-fast ships worked in unison, fighting off enemy TIE attacks and launching torpedoes where they’d do the most good. Original concept sketch by Joe Johnston.
CrossingsCon is pleased to announce our first guest for 2019: the one, the only, Diane Duane! Appearing in person at CrossingsCon for the first time ever, @dianeduane is the beloved creator of the series that makes us laugh, cry, question our place in the Universe, and wait for our cats to talk back (in a language we understand): the Young Wizards Series.
Diane Duane has been writing for books, comics, film, and TV for over 30 years. In addition to the 11-and-counting books in the Young Wizards series, she has written numerous other books, including some of the best-loved Star Trek novels. For more information, check out our guests page, or check her out on twitter and tumblr!
And we have another piece of big news: registration for the convention and the Sunday tour is now open! Badges are $50 for adults and $35 for kids 12 and under—and if you’re 3 or younger, you get in for free. Get your badge now and avoid the June rush!
CrossingsCon 2019 will take place June 21-23 of 2019, at the Hyatt Regency Montreal, in Montreal, Quebec, Canada. For more information about our venue, see our website.
We are so excited to have Diane join us! We look forward to seeing both her and you at CrossingsCon 2019!
It’s all true. :) I AM EXCITE.
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It was a huge disappointment as a child to fall in love with the stars and then find out how much math it requires to get anywhere near them.
Shoutout to everyone that had a dream career or ideal life but were roadblocked by math.
Got another dream career instead, though. So there’s that.
My favorite dinosaur?
Hands down – this one.
Opossaurius mesocentralis senior, otherwise known as Sehnjhfhhihhnei’ithhhhssshweihh: aka The Great Serpent Uprisen, aka the Bright Serpent, aka the Father Of His People, aka the Honorable the First Senior for the Saurian Peoples of the Old Downside. …Ith to his friends.
And can I beat him in a fight? Of course I can. I’m his mom. If Ith gives me any lip I’ll ground him for a decade. Or take away his discount card for that pizzeria down by First and 23rd, the one with the really good meatballs. :)
The real writer experience is standing in the shower and coming up with the most authentic dialogue with perfect phrasing and raw emotion in your head, then stepping out and drying your hair, putting on some clean pajamas and opening a word document to write down all your perfect ideas only to realize everything has evaporated.
I FEEL CALLED OUT
Never lose a perfect shower line again.*
*Remember to erase promptly if you share a bathroom with anyone.
I’ve used these to outline term papers. nothing like a bath to get your brain to finally kick into gear and figure out your damn thesis
What also works:
Buy a small digital recorder to dictate into, and leave it in the bathroom. Or: get a reciording app for your phone. Or: get a cheap write-under-water pad and pencil to hang in the shower (online gift stores sell these).
This phenomenon is a problem for both me and @petermorwood. Which is why if we ever become rich I want to buy a retirement apartment in Leukerbad (in Switzerland), where there is a hot water spring under the town that emits thirty million liters of hot water every day, and because all the properties in the town get their hot water from it for free, YOUR SHOWER WILL NEVER RUN COLD. NEVER. NEVER EVER. And you can stay in ther and have writing ideas until you prune to death.
My preferred method of death. :)
Whoever put this gifset together is a monster.
I kinda want to laugh at the idea that burning the heart-shaped herb means the plants are gone, like FUCK…have you ever weeded a garden in your LYFE?? You WISH burning plants killed them, holy shit. Those plants’re gonna come back even thicker AND they’ll have extra fertilizer from the ash compost. They’re vibranium plants, those roots run deep.
All this plus HELL YES SHURI’S SEED VAULT!!!!
Erik: BURN THEM
Attendants: Are you sure? That’s gonna set us back, like, a whole six months…
Erik: YES I’M SURE. I WANT THEM GONE.
Attendants: …We’re just not gonna mention that this won’t actually get rid of them.
Basically, I think the whole nation of Wakanda was like, “We’re gonna humour this guy to achieve our own ends until we can find a way to get rid of him.”
My former mother-in-law once chopped down a wisteria and poured poison around the stump and it still came back.
A herb with vibranium at its core is probably still stronger.
So I like hot stuff. I’m not like, a dick about it. I don’t brag because there are people out there that can handle waaaay hotter foods than me. It’s not a competition.
So I’m at Tijuana Flats, a “mexican” food restaurant chain famous for their hot sauce bar. All in all, what they put out on the bar isn’t the spiciest stuff in the world, but you’ll find some delicious gems in there.
I immediately look at whatever is marked black as hottest for the day (they change them) and immediately go to pump some into the little paper containers provided when…
“Whooaaa, sweetheart you don’t want to do that,”
I turned around and there’s this skinny guy in jeans and a logo polo. There’s another dude wearing the same shirt, so they must have come here from some sad IT job. I’m a little taken aback at this dude’s presumption that I am ignorant to what I’m doing, but I blow it off.
”Nah, man, it’s got the black label, I haven’t tried this one yet.”
”Are you sure? It’s really spicy.”
”I’m pretty sure dude.”
”I don’t think you should, because it was a bit much for me.”
At this point I’m feeling patronized. I stare at him.
“It’s fine. Really.”
“Oooookay,” He says in this exasperated, don’t-say-I-didn’t-warn-you kind of voice. I get my hot sauce and sit down. Food arrives, I taste it with a chip first to test. It’s super sweet, actually. I dump the whole thing on my taco. I don’t know if he’s watching.
I go up to the counter and ask the manager to ring me up a bottle of the sauce to take home. It was pretty delicious! Manager says he’ll bring it to my table.
They bring it, I pay, and the server asks if I’m into hot sauces - of course I say yes. Hot Sauce Police is now watching. She brings me an assortment of sauces they do not serve at the bar because of liability reasons. One of them was rated at 1.5 million Scoville units. I bought all of them, signing the credit card slip as he watches.
I finished my meal.
Then I looked right at him and licked the fucking paper container when I was done.
It’s the two year anniversary of the incident.
from Edward the Booble https://ift.tt/2HI8J7Q
A bit overzealous about the Crunchie bar, 1950s
“Visit Your Far West National Parks, U.S.A.- Canada.” - Travel by Train., 1934.
Snow on the dunes. Mars is beautiful in the early morning light.
Randomly was reminded of a certain 80s cartoon, flipped through a few google search results... and find out you worked on Dinosaucers? That's like when I found out JMS worked on Ghostbusters. Nothing like unexpected connections :-D
(grin) And more to the point, JMS and I were across the building at DiC from each other: around a corner, down a long hall, around another corner. Sometimes I could hear the noise from his office as notes from BS&P were noisily rejected. :) (I was a bit quieter about ours, as I was a just a tyro story editor and Joe had done this before…but the rejections were as heartfelt.)
…Good times, good times!
Thank you again! (Especially for taking time out of your day to answer.) Your advice in the second post is just as helpful as the advice in the first! I would have never thought to actively prep for any shit that came my way. You've given me a boost of...
You’re most welcome.
(And as for taking time out of my day: A lot of writers, some of them very senior names indeed, were kind enough to take the time to give me a lot of worthwhile advice when I was getting started in the professional sphere. It’s a pleasure to pay those favors forward, and to make the time to do it. Often enough during the work day I get mired in the business that surrounds writing, rather than the writing itself, and it’s a pleasure to have a question that pulls me back to dealing with essentials.)
Re the “prepping for the shit” issue: It’s beyond useful. (Though I’d much prefer you never had to use it. Come to think of it, I wish I never did.) The whole concept is aimed at assisting you in nailing down and (eventually/ideally) enforcing your agency in a situation that so frequently starts with someone you don’t know initiating the shit to begin with. Without the prep it’s too easy to fall into the kind of mindset where you’re overwhelmed with all the crap being dumped on top of you and start to lose any sense of management, let alone control.
But imagining the texture and nature of the shit that might be flung at you serves more than just the useful purpose of helping you answer quickly (and apparently “off the cuff”, which when you do it often enough, starts to really freak people out). It also gradually assists you in protectively distancing yourself from the insults and abuse, helps you see them as less personal – even if they’re intended by the people hurling them for you to see them as very personal indeed. The distancing will both leave you better able to keep the abuse from affecting you to the extent these people wish it would, and also really frustrate the ones doing the hurling when the shit they hurl just doesn’t seem to stick. (And serves them right, the schmucks.)
Eventually, if you do your research (annoying as that will be, it gets pretty ugly out there) and don’t hesitate to reach for help from friends when you need it, you’ll be able to handle this stuff with the aplomb of a connoisseur of excreta who pulls out exactly enough reaction to both make the good-hearted folks applaud and leave the nasty ones fuming. “Oh, look, dinosaur shit! I haven’t seen any of that in, wow, ages! What’s it been eating, I wonder?” … and then having analyzed it for your own amusement and the delectation of the masses, get back with a light heart to writing.
So, enough shit for one morning. :) Time for you to figure out where to start work, and then get started. Bonne chance!
…And meanwhile I leave you with these examples of what great writers of the past have sounded like when they start in on each other. (There’s a bit of overlap, but wtf.)
‘How are the feds going to use what they have to get what they want? Based on what you know from other cases like this.’
'You think there are other cases like this?’
- from “A Veteran Defense Lawyer Explans How The Feds Can Flip Michael Cohen”
We’ve waited a year to reblog this. Happy Bread Anniversary!
Because it’s important to celebrate the little victories in life.
You said, in an earlier post— "I don’t think anyone sets out on purpose to write badly." I would draw your attention to the various deliberate trollfics people have made in the world of fanfiction, such as Half Life: Full Life Consequences and ...
I don’t know that trollfic is bad fic – or badly written – any more than traditional Swiss guggemusik (band music played purposely out of tune on purposely beat-up instruments) is bad music. A case could be made that it’s harder to do satirical writing than just-plain. (But somebody else can make that case, because it’s my bedtime.) :)