Monthly Archives: May 2011


Still too wiped out for a full report, but we had an awesome time! Got to talk to some great folks… Renee Bagby, a fellow Samhain author, Maria V. Snyder who was just so cool, Joshua Bilmes who moderated the Small Press Publishing panel, Nobilis Reed who’s always fun to interact with, Myke Cole who jumped in to fill the moderator’s hole on the Start Up Rituals and last but not least, our con buddy Patrick. And our readings were fun once we got past the terrifying part!

My public awaits.

I think, out of all the advice and rules for attending public events that I’ve read in the past couple of days, I’m going to narrow it down to a core value:

Don’t be a douche.

I’ll do my best.

Balticon 45 Schedule

Michelle and Reesa are appearing at Balticon 45, this weekend in Baltimore, Maryland.  Our schedules are below.


Michelle’s Schedule

1:30 PM

Duration: 00:30
Room: Pimlico                      
Michelle Moore – reading
Immediately followed by Reesa Herberth.  Time will be split between the authors.

7:00 PM

Duration: 00:50
Room: Parlor 1041
Which Comes First: Character or Setting?

Where do you start when you create fiction? A round table discussion.

5:00 PM

Duration: 00:50
Room: Belmont
Authors and Publishers
– Small Press Publishing Round Table

Back by popular demand! Small press publishers discuss how they work with authors and authors discuss how their experiences working with small press publishers have been.


Reesa’s Schedule

5/28/11 12:00 PM
Duration: 00:50
Room: Salon A                    
Start Up Rituals of the Pros

How do you get started on the writing day? Professional writes share their secrets for getting their fingers tapping on the keyboard (or moving the pencil) on writing days.


5/28/11 2:00 PM Duration: 00:30
Room: Pimlico   
Reesa Herberth – Reading
This reading immediately follows Michelle Moore, and the time will be shared.


5/28/11 7:00 PM
Duration: 00:50
Room: Parlor 1041                      
Which Comes First: Character or Setting?

Where do you start when you create fiction? A round table discussion.


5/29/11 5:00 PM
Duration: 00:50
Room: Belmont
Authors and Publishers
– Small Press Publishing Round Table

Back by popular demand! Small press publishers discuss how they work with authors and authors discuss how their experiences working with small press publishers have been.


We’re both looking forward to meeting readers and fellow authors.  If you see us, feel free to say hello!

New Review – 4 Blue Ribbons at Romance Junkies!

The lovely readers at Romance Junkies have reviewed The Slipstream Con, and given it 4 blue ribbons.

Reesa Herberth and Michelle Moore deliver a solid second installment, THE SLIPSTREAM CON, in their YLENDRIAN EMPIRE series. Don’t let the premise of a ménage/multi-partner relationship make you hesitate to pick up this read if they tend not to be your cup of tea. Though this book gradually leads all three lead characters into the makings of a joined union, this is not the focus of the story. While steam is not heavy on the list, action certainly is. There is not a dull moment to be had while the trio is jet setting across the galaxy. The writers do an amazing job of creating their universe backdrop and building up the characters to individuals that can all hold their weight in keeping the story interesting.


You can check out the full review on the Romance Junkies site.

Rewrites and such

We realized tonight that there’s a scene out of place in Peripheral People. Well, not just out of place… it’ll need rewriting. But it’s cool, no panicking going on. Mainly because what needs to be done is clear.

Also realized tonight that “A Thousand Words”, my next Enchanted Grounds short story, needs some fairly major overhauling. The destination is still the same… it was just getting there via the wrong track. Just a matter of leaving from a different train station. Again, this is okay. It’ll be a freaking lot of work, but I KNOW what needs to be done.

When I start flipping out is when I know something is wrong and needs to be changed but I Just. Can’t. Pinpoint. It. Teeth-gnashing, tearing of hair, rending of garments, I got it all. I guess it’s good to realize that it’s not the work that bothers me. I guess?

On a totally different kind of rewrite? Changed my drink tonight! Had to sneak off to another Starbucks to do it, though. I know how much stress it would cause my favorite barista. But should anyone be interested, a Java Chip Frap with coconut cream? Soooo good! A drinkable Mounds Bar.

Interviewed at Selena Robins’s Blog

Selena Robins has posted an interview she did with us recently.  Head on over to her blog to read about how Michelle and I met and started writing together, heart-shaped pancakes, and whether or not we’ve ever been abducted by aliens.

An Interview With the Dynamic Duo (No, not Batman and Robin.)

We want you to get in on the fun!  Drop us a comment on Selena’s blog, or here on this entry, and tell us what caper you’d pull, if you thought you could get away with it.  (And there were no repercussions.)  Everyone who comments will be entered to win a gift certificate, and if we get more than fifty commenters, we’ll give out two gift certificates.  The winner will be announced on our blog, and emailed directly, so be sure to include contact information in your comment.


I don’t believe in writer’s block.Starbucks cup

Sure, that’s a strong statement to make, but it’s true.  I don’t believe that as a separate entity, writer’s block exists.  I can be tired, stressed, lazy, uninterested in the project I’m working on, or just acting like a ferret tanked on a Venti quad-shot red-eye.  All of those interfere with my ability and desire to write decent fiction, but none of them render me completely incapable of it.  Sometimes several of them combine, and I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck, and I just don’t want to write.

That’s the key, though.  I don’t want to.  I am physically and mentally capable of doing it, but due to some outlying circumstance, I manage to procrastinate, fritter, spindle (no, really) or otherwise ignore my writing time until it evaporates.

So you can imagine my annoyance when, this weekend, I found myself in the position of being afflicted by something I don’t even believe in.  I wanted to write.  I wanted to finish a new chapter in my solarpunk book, to sail past the 20,000 word mark and laugh as the speed of my progress left my previous weekend wordcounts coughing up dust in my wake.  It was going to be glorious.  I was going to finish the book by July, whip out the sequel in August, and then have a nice nap in September.

But I couldn’t.  I pushed myself through the 20,000 word mark, because that was incredibly important to me.  This is the longest project I’ve ever worked on solo, and that was the milestone I needed to pass to make it stick.  I’m going to finish this book, and (I hope) it’s going to knock your socks off.  I wrote a little over 150 words this weekend, and they were some of the hardest, and most important that I’ve ever yanked from my brain.


Staring at the story I was writing, I knew I’d created a roadblock for myself.  I’d built far too much emotional and psychic baggage into those 150 words.  There was nothing extraordinary about word 20,001, at least nothing that wasn’t just as extraordinary as word 13, or word 45,968.

I knew that, and after staring at an open document and finding myself totally unable to string the words I needed together to paint the picture in my head, I’d like to say that I also knew that sometimes, a roadblock is there for a reason.  If I couldn’t get past those 150 words, maybe they were the only 150 words that mattered this weekend.  I broke 20,000 on a solo project, and I’d made that into such a huge imaginary hurdle that once I was over it, I felt like I’d won, and I’d used up all my effort for the day.

I’d like to say that.  I really would.  But what really happened was, I questioned Skeelball ticketseverything I’d ever done.  I wondered if I had gone suddenly, irrevocably stupid.  If Michelle would still speak to me, when I informed her that I had run out of quarters, and redeemed the last of my Creativity Skeeball tickets for a runty paragraph or two about some dudes in a car.  I got so desperate for distraction that I folded my laundry.

So here we are, Monday, with an evening scheduled for writing.  And I know it’s going to happen.  I can feel the words waiting, and I know I have a story to tell.  I’ve switched vehicles, and tonight, I’m going to steamroll right the hell over that roadblock I created for myself, and I’m going to enjoy it.

I still don’t believe in writer’s block, but I do believe that sometimes, I let my own expectations and emotional investment in a project overshadow the simple fact that at the end of the day, if I don’t write it, it’s not going to get done.