"I'm just going to write because I can't help it."- Charlotte Brontë


Showing posts with label Catherynne M Valente. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Catherynne M Valente. Show all posts

Monday, June 13, 2011

All geeked out

Continuum continues, but without me today. My brain, refreshed by all the SF & F talk at Continuum 7, decided it would rather spend the day at home writing. Also, I just couldn't get myself excited about getting out of bed at the crack of dawn and catching the early train to Melbourne this morning because that's what I'll be doing tomorrow morning, and the morning after, and the con finishes at 16.00, so here I am. And happy to be here too, I am.

As for Continuum 7, well, there were panels about the nature of writing, about writing tropes, about making money from writing (as per usual, the verdict was that it's difficult), about YA writing, about how networking can help you sell your writing, about the writing market for werewolves, vampires, zombies and other assorted monsters.

But it's important at these conventions to get away from all the earnest navel-gazing-about-writing panels and make sure one enjoys the fun of SF & F in all its forms (I still treasure fond memories of constructing a Lego Dalek at Worldcon.) So I also went to a get-together for chatting about Joss Whedon and all things Whedonesque (apparently you have to keep watching 'The Dollhouse' until episode 6, and then it all comes together and becomes the most brilliant series ever), saw clips of upcoming SF movies, and sat in on a live recording of 'The Writer and the Critic' podcast with Kirstyn McDermott, Ian Mond and their special guest Catherynne M Valente, who was one of the convention's GOHs. Unfortunately, I had to exit before the Q&A session to catch the Sunday night train home - drats.

Best of all, I went to a session with John Richards, who since 2006, together with co-writer Adam Richard, has pursued the goal of getting a new ABC comedy about a group of gay SF fans called Outland from the fund-it-yourself-with-unpaid-actors pilot (which starred Narelle Harris) to production stage. We got to be the first audience to see a couple of scenes from the series, and John was endearingly nervous that we might not like it. He needn't have worried - within seconds everyone was laughing. It was immediately obvious, as he had already said himself, that his two main influences were the BBC shows Spaced and The Book Group, both absolute favourites of mine. Each episode of Outland, as with The Book Group, takes place in a different member's home, and is also built up around a specific SF work - one of the two clips we saw used the grotty corridors and sense of lurking danger in a public housing towerblock to evoke the atmosphere of Alien. Very funny stuff.


Alas, even before it has aired, not everyone is getting the series. Yesterday, in the Sunday Age's magazine 'M' they did a few piece called 'The G Word' about how Aussie television is chary of writing in homosexual characters. The journo wrote about Outland: This new comedy from the ABC is all about geeky gay sci-fi fans. One the one hand, it's faintly dispiriting to have the gay characters portrayed as weird and marginal. On the upside, at least they're on TV.


The journo is utterly missing the point. The overarching joke is that the main characters are weird and marginal because they're top notch, every-breath-they-take sci-fi nerds obsessed with the minor details of mainstream and obscure SF works, not because of they're gay.

I love Christine Anu there in the middle as as the only woman, indigenous, wheelchair bound, tick-as-many-minority-boxes-as-possible-for-ultimate-SF-cred character.

Anyway, that was a fun session. Now, back to my day.

Friday, January 28, 2011

A True Artist

About 20 minutes ago, realising I had not checked for snail mail today, I popped out the front door to find a young girl with a red bag, and her father and small brother, gathered at the bottom of the garden around my letterbox. They were as surprised to see me as I was to find them there. Uh-oh, I thought, lecture or sermon? Well, shame on my suspicious mind because it turned out to be all about Art.

For the young girl, rendered shy by my unexpected audience participation, pulled an A4 sheet of paper from her bag, folded it and popped it into my letterbox. I duly opened my letterbox, still not sure what was going on, fished out the delivery and opened it up to find myself in possession of a piece of original art. Of course, I duly praised it. The father informed me that I was tonight's lucky recipient of the very last picture in the red bag. Their mission accomplished, the humble artist and her support team moved on.
So there we have it - art for the sake of art, pure and created in joy, delivered free of charge to common citizens, with no name, ego or any conditions attached. I think there's something in that for all of us.

Otherwise, I put in a good, solid day of writing, or rather, of dismantling and rewriting. I also got stuck into my copy of Deathless by Catherynne M. Valente, which is due out in April. You might recall that I, and a few others, received copies at WorldCon along with a request to blog reviews. So I read the first part of it out in the backyard, sitting on my Xmas swing with a cup of peppermint tea, and all I can say at this stage is that once I pulled myself from the world she has created, I had an overwhelming urge to throw away all my keyboards and vow that I would never ever again utter the words 'I'm a writer'.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Monster Mash

I was going to bang on about me and my day, but this is so much better:

A Monstrous Manifesto
by Catherynne M Valente

If you are a monster, stand up.
If you are a monster, a trickster, a fiend,
If you’ve built a steam-powered wishing machine
If you have a secret, a dark past, a scheme,
If you kidnap maidens or dabble in dreams
Come stand by me.

If you have been broken, stand up.
If you have been broken, abandoned, alone
If you have been starving, a creature of bone
If you live in a tower, a dungeon, a throne
If you weep for wanting, to be held, to be known,
Come stand by me.

If you are a savage, stand up.
If you are a witch, a dark queen, a black knight,
If you are a mummer, a pixie, a sprite,
If you are a pirate, a tomcat, a wright,
If you swear by the moon and you fight the hard fight,
Come stand by me.

If you are a devil, stand up.
If you are a villain, a madman, a beast,
If you are a strowler, a prowler, a priest,
If you are a dragon come sit at our feast,
For we all have stripes, and we all have horns,
We all have scales, tails, manes, claws and thorns
And here in the dark is where new worlds are born.
Come stand by me.