Here are my notes from a super useful panel on writing. The wonderful panelists (Kyle Aisteach, Effie Seiberg, Cassie Alexander, Vylar Kaftan, and Katharine Kerr) were kind enough to share their wisdom about writing, life, and the business side of things.
Disclaimer: This isn’t a transcript. Lots of stuff is paraphrased, and everything is filtered through my brain, so no promises about accuracy.
I went to FOGcon for the first time this year. What a lovely local convention with lots of interesting panels on writing, science, and speculative literature. (Great environment for thinking up new story ideas.) In addition, I did my first (non-school) in-person writing workshop. If I have time, I’ll post some of my notes about panels.
“Windows” is up at Escape Pod for Artemis Rising II.
After just three years, most of Gurt’s downtown was nearly unrecognizable. Roldan Street boasted a new tea shop, and the roads had been repaved with greenish eco-tar. Even the old sign at Marta’s Bakery, which had been shaped like a pink cupcake, was replaced with sleek blue lettering.
Score another one for the prophetic soup.
The episode is wonderfully narrated by Andrea Richardson–her reading makes the story come alive. I enjoyed the comments of guest host Kate Baker, who discusses the need for Artemis Rising, and has some nifty things to say about my story, too.
Where did the idea for this story come from? I started writing without an outline, and all sorts of things found their way in–anthropology, archives, holograms. But mostly, I wanted to write about prophetic soup.
There were other rules, which the elderly recited like a mantra during winter nights when the children had gone to bed, but the most important one was this: you could only have one wish.
There are many stories about wishes. (In fact, I wrote “The Wish Giver” shortly after reading one.) It’s a classic theme of myth and fantasy. What would you do if you could have any wish, anything in the world? But I thought, “What would happen if someone refused a wish? What would the consequences be?” In the middle of the night, I snuck out of bed, sat in the stairway, and jotted down the outline for what would eventually become “The Wish Giver.” Hope you enjoy it.