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Well, internets, 2011 was not my best year, I think, but it wasn't too terrible for me personally. I started my senior year in college, lost my military scholarship for medical reasons, but got my medical crap mostly under control. I decided to double major to give me more post-college opportunities, and right now I'm crossing my fingers that it works, because the terrifying thing about 2012 is the prospect of finding a job. I also taught myself to spin, first on spindles and then I bought a spinning wheel and learned to use that. I took a class on weaving and loved it. I improved my horseback riding skills and started to learn to jump, which I have wanted to do forever. I failed to finish a draft of a novel I'm working on. I didn't get a job (though I had a couple interviews.) I got a 4.0 in my most recent semester.

All in all, a mixed year.

My goals for last year and this year... )

So there they are. I hope 2012 is awesome. I don't know if it will be, but I hope it is.
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I have a whole post about the differences in hobbies/crafts I participate in up in my head somewhere, it'll probably get posted when I start being disciplined as a blog writer. :P One thing, though, that strikes me as interesting—there's so often the assumption that the particular hobby being discussed is the only one you have. My writing acquaintances often talk about 'write every day', 'don't complain about not having time,' etc. Same from drawing people; similar stuff from photography people, even though that hobby is more business oriented (at least in my circle of people, which admittedly focuses on model photography.) Even knitting people often talk about knitting All The Times, although this is the hobby that seems least isolated; I know lots of knitters who also crochet, weave, spin, etc.

(I'm not saying everyone in the hobby does this/has no other hobbies/ etc, it's more of a general impression based on my experiences and social circle.)

It gets me to wondering: do most people only have one or two hobbies? I have this impression that they do, but, um, clearly I do not. I pick up a new hobby every 1-2 years, on average. (In addition to the ones I've mentioned here, I also sew, play video games, and ride horses. I plan to learn to spin, weave, dye, and learn to shoot films at some vague point in the future.) I don't watch TV much—when would I have the time? :)

Anyway, if you have a hobby or two or several, post them here? It will be a very unscientific poll. And do your hobbies have the impression of being an exclusive hobby or are they full of multi-hobbied people?
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Not too long ago, a writer friend of mine asked me to write up some of my rants (previously witnessed only by her) about language in fantasy. (This would have been the material for the aforementioned symposium, which I did not end up doing.) I love both fantasy and language, but the intersection of the two often sacrifices language for the sake of narrative. I'm not a linguist, in the strict sense of the word, but I love learning languages, and learning about languages, and applying it to writing. This is the first of my "language rants". They are intended to benefit the fantasy (or scifi) author with little experience in linguistics or languages. I don't pretend to be an expert; if you have other points, make them in the comments! Or questions, or arguments, or whathaveyou.

The Common Tongue Fallacy )

 

Next up— Part Two: Functions of Language.

ETA: Why is it every time I post I have to edit like five frillion times? One day I'll get my post right the first time.

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 Creating isn't about inspiration or spilling your guts. Creating isn't about being wildly free. Creating isn't tortured, isn't genius, isn't mystical. When it comes to writing, creating is actually a lot more like woodworking or farming or making a beautiful piece of jewelry. It takes extraordinary focus, attention, and acres of time.
The Power of Not-Knowing

As someone who's involves in multiple crafts-of-creation, I LOVE this quote. Romantic ideas of creation are nice, but ignore all the work that goes into it. The most "wildly free" craft I do is photography, and even that comes down to "move the light a few inches closer," and hours of editing afterward. Work isn't romantic, but it's what makes the good stuff happen.

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So I've been asked to speak on a panel at Life, the Universe, and Everything's Symposium for Science Fiction and Fantasy (fancy!). It's a symposium at BYU and one of my friends is helping to organize it, which is why I was asked. Which is nice. I get to talk for an hour (well, I suppose the other panelists get to talk as well) about languages in fiction. How fun is that? I can even bring up my most recent conlang attempt for my future project, The Red Monsoon (the story itself is still cooking, but the worldbuilding has been enjoyable.)

I have to write a bio with my qualifications. Maybe I should list "has attempted to invent her own languages since the age of ten, approximately"? :)
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I'm not very good at blogging, but I guess since mostly no one is listening anyway, that doesn't matter.

On Authorial Trust
Apparently I don't trust authors/narrators to tell the truth anymore unless stuff happens on-screen, or its effects do. For example, I just finished Suzanne Collins's MOCKINGJAY (very mild spoilers ahead). And there were several times when I didn't believe that something the narrator was told or was experiencing was genuine. For example, the main character gets informed that another character is dead, and my immediate reaction is, "No, zie isn't dead, she didn't see it happen. Zie'll come back." Partially this is because I like that character and don't want zie to be dead, and partially because I've had storytellers pull that before and have characters return (Jim Gordon in THE DARK KNIGHT, for example.) The mian character later experiences a rather dreamlike state in response to a particular event, and half-consciously experiences the aftermath—but it wasn't what I wanted her to do, and I didn't put it out of the author's ability to mislead, so I didn't believe it was real for several paragraphs.

And I guess my point is, I don't know that I'm wrong, but I certainly wasn't reading these things as the author intended. My guesses were never correct when I didn't believe the author, and it just got my hopes up. It's interesting how authors and narrators used to be completely reliable, that was what was expected, but a shift in modern writing to unreliable narrators—I do it too—means that it's a whole 'nother trick entirely to pull off "reliable" without encountering suspicion. My suspicion, anyway.

A Harvest
This is what I pulled out of the garden today—sans many many green beans and several carrots that I could have plucked but was too lazy to, I'll get to them tomorrow.



It might be hard to see, but there is a large-ish green pepper, one medium tomato, several cherry tomatoes, and three raspberries. This is not really an average daily harvest... average would be somewhere between this and a shitton. Usually we get more medium-ish tomatoes (we have several different varieties) and of course, if I'd bothered to get the beans and carrots, it would have been larger. I wish our raspberries were fruiting, though; the three I pulled today are "ours" by virtue of the neighbor's raspberries hang over the fence. (And he totally said we could take those.)

Hmm. Maybe I should have gotten some carrots, I'm craving them now.

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