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Tales From The Commute

When I take the bus to the Day Job, I usually go for an early bus so that I can still get to work on time in case of mishaps. This came in handy this morning, because I slept through my stop and woke up just in time to see the bus heading for Woodinville. I asked the bus driver if he would circle back immediately after his Woodinville stop, and appart from a few minutes layover he said that he would. The easiest thing to do was just stay on board, let the bus cycle through its last few stops, and get off at my stop on the way back to Seattle. As I got off, the bus driver said he hoped I had enjoyed my tour of Woodinville.

I replied that I did. For instance, I had no idea there was a gun shop behind the Target.

The driver answered back that it wasn't a very good one and if I wanted speciality guns, he knew a better place to go.

I don't think he caught on to the fact that I thought a gun shop behind a Target was an odd thing.

ELECTED release and blog tour

Wow, have I been neglecting you, poor little blog. (What can I say? I’ve discovered how easy it is to post to Facebook. Darn you, Facebook.) I’m going to be better. I have a whole bunch of releases recently out or about to come out and I need to update my website with them!

What have I been up to? Well, I traveled to NYC for the Teen Author Festival, finally finished the Revisions From Hell, wrote a novella, did proofs for all these releases I’ve been talking about (new short story, reprint short story, non fiction writing book), traveled across the country a few times, took my kid to Florida for Spring Break… I’ll do a big catch up post (with pictures) this week.

But today, I’m doing one more catch up. Yesterday was Earth Day, and thus, the release of my friend Rori Shay’s debut novel ELECTED.


Elected is set in a scary future world where ecological disasters have made the ruling power eschew all technology.

(Sound familiar? You know I love a good techs vs. anti-techs story.)

Aloy, the main character, is the daughter of the ruling family, but she has to pretend to be a boy, because only boys can be rulers.

(And you all know how I love a good gender-bend.)

Rori is a local buddy of mine here in DC, and she’s been through quite the adventure bringing this book to market. After shopping and selling her book to a publisher a year ago, after spending a whole year preparing for her release, going through edits, getting a cover designed, planning all her promotion and marketing… her first publisher shut down, a few weeks before her release!

I can’t imagine. I’d still be hiding under my bed. But Rori wasn’t deterred. She believed in this book and she was determined to get it out by Earth Day, since the book is all about saving the environment. Within forty-eight hours, she’d signed with Silence in the Library, the small independent publisher who is doing the Athena’s Daughters anthology, and they are currently very, very close to funding the kickstarter that will allow her not only an ebook release (like her original publisher) but also a paperback and hardcover version.

Don’t you love a happy ending?

I’ll tell you. Publishing is not for the faint of heart. And neither, apparently, is pretending to be a boy in order to rule a future world on the brink of destruction. So check out Elected today!


Yep, the pollen is in the air. The particulate matter that now annoys my nose is everywhere. I use to not have allergies but in my dotage my body has decided that it doesn’t like pollen any more. I have never done well with mold.

At least the Mets are at 500 right now. They still don’t know how to work their own specially designed for them ballpark but everyone else does.

NBA is in playoff mode. There have been some interesting calls by the refs.

I am participating in some thing on Live Journal called the Real Live Journal Idol, which is having its ninth and final version right now. I do it because I enjoy writing essays based on prompts from the owner of the contest. This year I have been trying to come up with some real twists on the prompt given and it has not be easy but it has been educational.

This past week the prompt was “step on a crack”. My mind went immediately to DEVO but I am a child of the 60s, 70s and 80s. But that was the low hanging fruit so I mulled it a little more and came up with an essay that I think does the job nicely.

In writing that essay I talked about how a young woman spoke to me about how she admired how I could hold my own in a group of men. I had to tell her honestly I don’t see gender. I mean I see gender but it doesn’t really influence how I speak to someone. For me people are people and I don’t see how speaking differently to one makes any sense what so ever. Then I thought about how more of my close friends are male rather than female. So I apparently don’t speak “female” well but I wouldn’t know how to if I tried.

I don’t care about gender, race, religion, sextual orientation, or political beliefs when I talk to someone. I care about the person I am talking to. I have some friends that we both know we are on opposite ends of the political spectrum but we are still friends. I was once informed by a gay buddy that I was not a fag hag because I wasn’t trying to straighten anyone out. I treated gays like people not some precious unicorn to be collected and shown off. People are not just one thing. People are a myriad of thoughts, emotions, experiences, and beliefs.

Doesn’t mean I get along with everybody. There are some people I rather not interact with. And there are people who prefer not to interact with me. Their loss since I am a pretty interesting person to know.

I am grateful for those people who enrich my life by being in it.

Compare and Contrast

It’s no secret that life has been crazy around here — what with three books coming out in four weeks, with six more on the way…  But regular life doesn’t stop in Klaskyville — not for any number of books coming out in any number of weeks.  This past weekend was the perfect example of the “compare and contrast” that makes up my life these days.

Friday:  After a long, hard day of editing SECOND THOUGHTS, I headed down to Nationals Park.  I didn’t plan particularly well — I let myself be fooled by the sunshine streaming in my window.  By the time I got to the park, there was enough of a breeze that I suspected my sweatshirt wouldn’t be sufficient by the end of the game.  Fortunately, I (the world’s coldest-blooded person) am married to Mark (the world’s hottest-blooded person), and he had the jacket he’d worn to work early that morning.  I wore his jacket (and a scarf, and mittens — I didn’t need my earmuffs), and I watched the Nats beat the Cardinals in an unlikely win.  Go, Nats!


Saturday:  I attended Henry IV, Part 2 at the Shakespeare Theatre.  While the reviewer in the Washington Post thought she’d never seen anything funnier than the bumbling country squires, Shallow and Silence, I contemplated plucking out my eyes for those scenes (yes, out, vile jelly and all that).  This play is a weak one — not much happens and what *does* happen is mostly illness, decay, and death.  I would have preferred for them to combine the two parts, dropping most of the tavern scenes and all of the Shallow/Silence scenes.  We had a nice dinner with friends after the play, though, and on our way back to our car, we passed by the Stage Door to the theater and ran into the man who played the Lord Chief Justice — a bright star in an otherwise dull constellation.  It was nice to be able to compliment his work.

Sunday:  I headed down to AwesomeCon for two panels.  I’d been dreading the one on manuscript preparation (an hour for that, really?) and looking forward to the one on YA (cool authors, some of whom are friends.)  The YA panel ended up being okay, but the manuscript prep one was *wonderful*.  My co-panelist, Tanya Spackman, had great concrete information, and I shared more abstract ideas.  I think we made a great team, and I’ve heard from several of the people in the audience that they found it useful.

Monday:  I finished editing SECOND THOUGHTS (yay, yay, yay!), and I headed back downtown for another ball game — this one against the Angels.  It was “Dollar Dog” night at the game — all hot dogs, peanuts, and popcorn on sale for a buck — and we sat in our usual seats (we’ve been in others for the other two games, because my schedule made us trade tickets).  It was nice to see some of the “regulars” around us, and the game was exciting until the last at-bat.  (Yeah, the Nats lost, but it was unreasonable to think they’d win *every* game we attend!)

So, one novel edited, two baseball games, a play, and a media convention (with some knitting and reading for fun in there as well, along with a bit of TV — MAD MEN, anyone?)  Sounds about par for the course.  What are the greatest swings in your own interests, the most unlikely combination of hobbies/activities that keep you busy?

Mirrored from Mindy Klasky, Author.

Pikes Peak Writers Conference Schedule

This weekend, I’m off to the Pikes Peak Writers Conference in Colorado, where I’ll be joining Chuck Wendig, Gail Carriger, and Hank Phillippi Ryan as Keynote Speakers for the event.

I’ll also be presenting a workshop on getting through your first draft, doing some panels, and chasing Chuck around with a cupcake gun I borrowed from Delilah Dawson. Supersonic chocolate cupcakes OF DEATH!

Anyway, here’s the schedule, for anyone who might want to stop by. And if you don’t want to stop by, that’s fine. I DIDN’T WANT YOU AT MY PANEL ANYWAY! ::Sniff::


  • 2:30 – Read & Critique 123, Aspen Leaf (with Terri Bischoff, Carlisle Webber)
  • 4:00 – Workshop: Getting Through Draft One, Salon BC


  • 9:10 – Mythbusting Keynotes (Q&A Session), Aspen Leaf (with Gail Carriger, Hank Phillippi Ryan, Chuck Wendig)
  • 11:45 – Lunch and my Keynote Speech, Ballroom
  • 1:15 – Booksigning, Aspen Leaf
  • 3:10 – Diversity: It Isn’t Just for Breakfast Anymore, Aspen Leaf (with Chuck Wendig, Carol Berg, Amy Boggs. Facilitator:
    Patrick Hester)
  • 7 – Zebulon Awards Dinner, Ballroom

This should be a lot of fun. How do I know? Well, among other reasons, it’s because the bar will be serving Brass Goggles, Primetime, Goblin Wiz, and F-Bomb:


From left to right:

  • Gail Carriger’s Brass Goggles: 1 1/2 OZ Scotch Whiskey, 2 dash bitters, 1 OZ club soda.
  • Hank Phillippi Ryan’s Primetime Martini: 1 1/2 OZ Vodka, 1 1/2 OZ Sweet & Sour, 1/2 OZ Grenadine
  • Jim C. Hines’ Goblin Wiz: 1/2 OZ Midori, 1/2 OZ Tequila, 1/2 OZ Sweet & Sour, On the Rocks
  • Chuck Wendig’s F-Bomb: 1 OZ Vodka, 1 OZ Red Bull, 1 OZ Cranberry, On the Rocks

As a general rule, I don’t drink, but I may need to make an exception this weekend :-)

Mirrored from Jim C. Hines.


Compiled by Cynthia Leitich Smith
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Check out the book trailer for Don't Call Me Baby! by Gwendolyn Heasley (HarperTeen, 2014). From the promotional copy:

All my life, I've been known as the girl on that blog.

Do you know what it's like for everyone to think they know you because of what they read on some stupid website? My mother has been writing an incredibly popular, and incredibly embarrassing, blog about me since before I was born.

The thing is, I'm fifteen now, and she is still blogging about me. In gruesome detail.

You can read my life as my mom tells it on But this story is my actual life and about what happened when my BFF Sage and I decided to tell the real truth about our lives under a virtual microscope. Thanks for reading . . . Just don't call me Babylicious.

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