Sandy is coming and I am having a hard time focusing on anything but the storm. Yeah, having a hard time focusing on reading. Or writing. Or anything else. Which I suppose is to be expected.
It’s been cloudy since Friday and the wind has picked up. The news says the waves have gotten rough. Too rough for surfers, even. And the trains are going to shut down, which means no one is going anywhere. Even if people don’t believe in the storm, they can’t go anywhere. LOL Well, unless they want to drive.
I can’t even decide whether to refer to Sandy as a he or a she. Sandy is such a gender neutral name.
They are saying the flooding will be worse than Irene (which is very a girl name! No confusion there) and they are talking about power outages like a fact, like something inevitable. Which I suppose it is. Really hoping there will be no power outage.
Also, this is the second hurricane to hit us in as many years. Which is odd. There was an earthquake last year, too. All this in a state that doesn’t get either hurricanes or earthquakes. Does anyone else find it as strange as I do?
I am almost blasé this time. I am not panicking like last year. I am also really hoping hurricanes don’t turn into a yearly event. But we shall see.
I didn’t get the only book I wanted from the BEA today. The signing was from 11 to 12 instead 1 to 2, like I thought. Silly me. Could have sworn it started at 1.
The book was After: Nineteen Stories of Apocalypse and Dystopia, edited by Ellen Datlow. I really like the anthologies she edits.
I did get a lot of others. I’ve already given away some and I expect I will give more away before I am done. I am only actually interested in keeping a handful.
Out of all them, the science fiction football book looks the most interesting. The writer sold a lot from his own website apparently, but I never heard of it before. The author sounded familiar, though, which is why I read the blurb and thought: this sounds good!!
I am hoping I have found a new writer to love.
I wish I’d been able to get more science fiction books. I really didn’t get any of the books I planned on getting, but you know what? I am not complaining. I am happy I got to go at all. I am really happy about the books I did get.
Especially Killing Moon by N. K. Jemisin, which was probably the highlight of BookExpo America 2012 for me.
So today was the real beginning of BookExpo America. Today was the first day of the book signings. Which, really, is what I am all about. The author signings.
I really, really wanted Rachel Vincent’s Shadow Bound and Touch of Power by Maria V Snyder. But they disappeared moments before I got to their table. Moments! If I could have gotten their a single minute earlier, they would have been mine.
All I got was a picture:
Maria V. Snyder and Rachel Vincent, signing books
I, did, however manage to get a lot of mystery books. I am looking forward to reading these.
The BookExpo is this yearly event where the publishers get together, have conferences and do stuff. Today, they were still setting up.
I went with my printed out pass and they registration desk gave me the real thing. The Javits Center is pretty big, but luckily they had people standing everywhere, waiting to give you directions. I’ve never been before, so I needed directions.
Only the Remainders thing was on today, so I don’t regret not staying long. Tomorrow, when it really gets started, I expect I will regret it.
I couldn’t spring for the blogger con so . . . I really, really wish I could have gone. Maybe next time.
I did take some most pics. Sadly, they came out blurry. I didn’t have time to actually focus.
Computer shook, computer desk shook, the floor shook and I think I saw the buildings across the street swaying, too. Or maybe I was the one who was swaying!
This was my first quake ever and I am glad it was small. Small, because I am pretty far away from the 5.9 epicenter in Virgina. But, really, I would have been perfectly happy without the experience.
It was scary – I mean, the floor shook! It took a moment to realize what was going on. I mean, NYC doesn’t get earthquakes. This isn’t California where people expect to get earthquakes. So it took a moment to sink in and then I thought: Wow, I lived through an earthquake. I lived through an earthquake.Than, with relief: Glad it was a weak earthquake.
But I am fine. My building is fine (hopefully. Only inspections will tell.) My tomato plant survived it. Everyone is fine!
Virgina and the surrounding area probably isn’t fine though. I can’t imagine how much was destroyed and hopefully no one was badly hurt. Hope everyone is safe!
So setting . . . the novel in progress is set in the city. To be exact, it is set in Manhattan, a hundred years in the future. (I am ignoring the outer boroughs.)
Before, when I first started the novel in progress, I wasn’t certain exactly which city I would set it in or if I would make up my own city or what. I figured I could come back and add details to make the setting important later on. All I knew, all I really made clear, is that it took place in a large city.
Now I know exactly where it takes place. Thing is, setting should be its own character. It should be crucial to the story – it is! I have made it is so it could not take place anywhere else, but that is largely because I used the 100 years between now and the story’s time, to make a few changes in the city itself, changes that other cities don’t have, but that I need. Really, I could have taken any city and made those changes and it would have everything I need.
So I wondering what the real flavor of the city is. Does it even matter? My imagined version of the city isn’t quite the same as the real city and it’s not really like the Hollywood version, either. I am not sure what separates this city from any other city. It has subways, true, but other cities have those, too (if not nearly to the same degree!). It’s a financial center (in my version, this is why his family lives here), but a few other cities are also financial centers. There is Broadway (but this doesn’t impinge on my character especially). I don’t think he really goes in for plays or art or history or anything like that. It has skyscrapers, but I have to figure every city worthy of being called a city has skyscrapers. Historically, it is famous for crime and I figure I can use that. Might not be easy, as I grew up in a decade where the city is mostly safe. (But I can always imagine it, eh?)
So what else? What is unique to this city? I am not sure. If I had only three words to sum up the city, I don’t know what words I would use.
If I took a pic of my car, this is what it would look like.
Blizzard peoples! About a foot and half of snow, maybe two feet in spots, possibly higher. High, high snow drifts. Cars are just a shape under the snow. Not sure how many streets are clear – I doubt any side streets are. There were impassable streets even in the city, which is pretty damn amazing, as snow disappears there so fast you can barely tell it snowed. The subway is barely running, which has pretty much shut down the city. The subway people ought to called emergency workers, just like the police and firefighters and ambulances. Bet nothing is open today. They are trying to defrost the third rail. Lots and lots of blowing snow. Good day to go sledding.
So . . . I spent the blizzard working on the fourth scene for the short dragon story. It is done and it does not look good for the baby dragon. In fact, I am beginning to wonder how much of the third scene is even necessary. Not a lot, I don’t think. I am going to have to cut most, if not all, of it. I am winding down to the end; there is only one or two more scenes left. I am a little depressed now because I have no idea how the girl is going to save the baby dragon.
Do other people have this problem? Wanting to end the story one way, but a different ending makes more sense. A different, more depressing ending. I don’t like depressing endings and I would rather not end this story that way.