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Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Guest Blog: On Bluebeard, by Theodora Goss

There has been a bit of a hoopla in SF fandom in the last few weeks/months over gender roles in novels - by writers, artists, editors, and publishers. As a woman in the space program, as a young woman aiming for the space program, I have had to deal with everything from, "Well, your high school aptitude tests show that you have some considerable scientific skill. We recommend you become...a nurse," to having a male colleague walk into my office, close the door, and wholly unexpectedly grab my breasts (somehow thinking that, in doing so, he was paying me a compliment), to reporting sexual harassment and finding that I was the one they were considering firing, and more...this is the sort of thing I have had to deal with to get where I am - which is still not where I WANT to be. (Give me time.)

Theodora Goss' blog post speaks to the differing ways that men and women view certain (not all) situations and why, and with her permission I repost it for you here in its entirety (saving only the illustrations, which unfortunately did not want to port).

-Stephanie Osborn
http://www.stephanie-osborn.com

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On Bluebeard

By Theodora Goss

This blog post is really about how differently men and women can perceive certain things, but I didn’t think that would make a very good title. And Bluebeard does come into it, as you’ll see.

Some time ago, a friend of mine whom I will call Nathan, because his name is Nathan, and I were having a conversation. Nathan is a big, strong guy, about twice my size. He told me that when he had lived in New Orleans, he had loved walking around the city alone, late at night. I said to him, “Nathan, I’ve never walked around a city alone late at night.” There was a moment of silence, and then he said something like, “Oh, right. Sometimes I forget how different it must be for a woman.”

I’m writing this post in part because there have been conversations recently, in the media and on the internet, that have made clear how differently men and women can perceive certain words and actions. Some of those conversations have been about the literary world I live in, particularly the fantasy and science fiction corner of it. And the point I want to make, centrally in this blog post, is that something that may not seem threatening to a man may seem profoundly threatening to a woman. I’ll give you an example.

Scenario: A woman passes a man on the street. He says, “Hello, beautiful.”
How the man perceives this: “I paid her a compliment.”
How the woman perceives this: “Is he going to attack me?”

I don’t know if this is true for all women, in all circumstances, but if I’m the woman in that scenario, particularly if I’ve been walking down that street absorbed in my own thoughts, as soon as I’m spoken to I will immediately check my surroundings. What time of day is it? Is there anyone else on the street? How threatening does the man seem? (Although I have to add, if I am completely honest, that I never walk down a street lost in thought. I used to when I was younger. I’m smarter now.)


When I teach my class on fairy tales, I ask students about the moral of “Bluebeard.” Charles Perrault gives us a moral, clearly marked “moral,” at the end of the tale: “Curiosity, in spite of its appeal, often leads to deep regret. To the displeasure of many a maiden, its enjoyment is short lived. Once satisfied, it ceases to exist, and always costs dearly.” I ask my students, is that really what we learned from the story?

No, they tell me. That moral doesn’t make sense. If Bluebeard’s wife hadn’t been curious, she would never have known that he had killed his previous wives. And although he tells her that he’s going to kill her because of her curiosity, and we can infer that he killed most of his other wives for the same reason, what about the first wife? Why did he kill her? Clearly this is a man who simply likes killing his wives, and will eventually think of a reason to kill again. So, I ask them, what is the moral? And eventually we come up with something like this:

“Make sure you know whom you’re marrying, because your husband may be a serial killer.”

If you’re a woman, and you’ve lived for a while in the world, you’ve learned to be cautious. You’ve learned that you don’t know who people are, or what they’re capable of, until you’ve known them for a long time, and sometimes not even then. If a man is bothering a woman, it’s easy for another man to say “Ignore him. He’s just a creep.” Or “He lacks social skills.” But the woman in that situation has to approach it by thinking, what is the worst case scenario? What is the worst that could happen? And then she has to act based on that supposition. Often that means acting swiftly, decisively, with maximum effect. Because you have to establish, definitively, that you are not to be messed with.

She will be told, “You’re overreacting.” But she will also know that if something does happen, if there is a worst case scenario, she will be told, “You should have paid attention to the warning signs.” Either way, she faces the possibility of being blamed.

Let’s go back to that first scenario, with the woman walking down the street. If the man who thought he had paid her a compliment knew that she was assessing him as a potential attacker, he might blame her: he might say, why didn’t she realize that I was trying to be nice? What he wouldn’t know is how many times she had been approached on a street by a man who said, “Hello, beautiful,” and then continued with a sexual proposition. For an average woman, it would be a least once, but probably more than once. After a while, if you’ve been living while female, you get a sort of PTSD. Most women have been through assaults of various kinds. (I once looked up from reading a book in the public library to see a man masturbating on the seat across from me. I think I must have been about fourteen?) Most women have dealt with some sort of silencing or discrimination. (When I was at Harvard Law School, there were male students who argued that women who were going to take time off to have and care for children were taking up space that should go to qualified men.) This history conditions how they respond, whether to a compliment on a street or to male writers who talk about them with a lack of respect (see the latest SFWA scandal). (It’s also worth knowing that women talk to one another: we know when a male writer regularly hits on young female writers at conventions.)

“Bluebeard” has been interpreted in a variety of ways, but its simplest meaning is a cautionary one, to women. What it really says is, be curious, be bold, protect yourself. Considering the things women have to deal with, it’s scarcely surprising that they have learned this particular lesson.

I know I’ve put a lot into this blog post, and parts of it may not fit together with perfect logic. But it represents a series of things I’ve been thinking recently about differences in perception. If you’re a man and want to work or socialize with women, it’s probably worth considering how their perception may be different from yours, and what may lie behind that difference.

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I know that Theodora's original blog got several troll posts, and I will not be surprised if that occurs here as well. Should that occur, it will be met with all the respect it deserves. Just like people that try to put me (and by extension, other editors, writers, publishers etc.) down merely because of my (our) gender.
-Stephanie Osborn
http://www.stephanie-osborn.com

 

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Guest Blog: How I Met Quinn Hollister, of Tall Pines Mysteries, by Aaron Paul Lazar

This week we're going to have a guest blog by fellow Twilight Times Books author, Aaron Paul Lazar. Enjoy!

-Stephanie Osborn
http://www.stephanie-osborn.com

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How I Met Quinn Hollister, of Tall Pines Mysteries
by Aaron Paul Lazar



Quinn Hollister was born amidst unexpected chaos.

I met the protagonist of the Tall Pines Mysteries series when I was laid off from Kodak in 2009 after nearly thirty years of service. I’ll never forget it. The angst. The shock. The feelings of betrayal. And yes, the extra time for writing that was one of the many unexpected blessings associated with the layoff.

Quinn and the love of his life, Marcella, her mother, Thelma, and their bird, Ruby, surprised me right around that same time by appearing in a dream. 

I know, how clichéd can you get? But it’s true. The dream was vivid and enticing, depicting a luxurious bird resort in the Adirondacks, and a little tangerine-red bird named Ruby who snuggled on my shoulder and won my proverbial heart. 

I’ve never owned a bird. I never knew a bird, aside from those morning doves outside my window. And until this happened, I never thought about birds.

From this bewildering dream the Tall Pines Mystery series developed. And with it, Quinn Hollister, the bird’s owner and husband of my female protagonist. 

Life was quite tumultuous at this point, as you can probably imagine, with me constantly on the hunt for engineering work for the day job, but in spite of the trying circumstances of worrying about survival and putting food on the table, I also had some free time to travel locally. 

In a strange and convoluted way, the layoffs opened up a new world of opportunity, including the birth of this new, totally unplanned, third mystery series set in the Adirondack Mountains of Upstate New York, as well as the creation of Quinn Hollister. (the other two series are LeGarde Mysteries [10 books] and Moore Mysteries [3 books])

My wife and I found a cabin overlooking the Sacandaga River in Hope, New York. It was inexpensive, relaxing, and a perfect setting for a mystery. We fell in love with the majestic beauty of the area, especially the soft, cleansing waters of the Sacandaga River over which the rustic cabin perches. 

Quinn evolved slowly. At first he was an OCD Italian name Joe, until a friend pointed out that he resembled a popular TV character in the Monk series. 

I’d never heard of Monk and rarely watched television, but I didn’t want the world thinking I’d copied his persona. So, I encouraged this character to evolve.
Probably because I’d been obsessing lately over my own somewhat distant Native American heritage, Quinn morphed into a tall, serene, half-Seneca antique collector with clear turquoise eyes bequeathed to him by his long-dead English playwright father. Married to Marcella, his wife of eight years, he adores her and manages to drive her nuts at the same time with his borderline case of OCD. This gentle man moves with grace, builds sweat huts, and wears in his glossy black hair long. He swims every morning in Honeoye Lake and likes things evenly spaced and on plan. Piles of magazines must be neatly stacked, forks and knifes should be aligned and parallel, socks need to be neatly separated by color in the drawer, and if a stock pot isn’t clean upon inspection, it will be rewashed without discussion. 

I’ve grown quite fond of Quinn and his family, and I feel terrible about what I’ve put them through. Especially in this last book, MURDER ON THE SACANDAGA (est. 2014/2015 release). 

Quinn loves Marcella. He’d do anything for her, including putting up with her very annoying mother, Thelma, who lives with them. But there’s one thing he doesn’t like one bit, and that’s Marcella’s long time association with her former lover, Sky Lissoneau. 

Sky—Marcella’s first sweetheart—proposed to her twenty years ago after her college graduation. Alas, she broke his heart when she lovingly declined, deciding to pursue her operatic singing career in New York City instead of marrying him. Completely devastated, Sky joined the military and eventually went MIA, where for eighteen years friends and family agonized over his safety. 

In Essentially Yours, book two in the Tall Pines series, life changes in a most surprising way when Sky’s backpack arrives on the doorstep jammed with a mysterious collection of essential oils, a password-protected memory stick, a bag of emeralds, and a book of Shakespeare’s sonnets. After an intense adventure involving an evil drug company and a possible cure for leukemia, Sky shows up. While it’s confusing to Marcella (she still has feelings for him, but loves her husband at the same time), Sky’s return spikes jealousy in Quinn, and ultimately this homecoming causes a great deal of grief and what ends up being a tantalizing trio filled with plenty of sexual tension.

Coming back to the subject of my current work in progress, MURDER ON THE SACANDAGA, I really do feel bad about what I did to Quinn in this story. I tore a rift between him and his wife, and almost destroyed their marriage. 

What’s wrong with me? Why did I allow such conflict between two happily married people? Didn’t they have enough problems with the big evil drug company chasing them all over the mountains, trying to kill them? 

Frankly, I still blame Downton Abbey, which I have recently claimed made me into a virtual  murderer. (You can read about it here if you wish.) I’m afraid being exposed
to all kinds of family drama pushed me into a mode I hadn’t yet experienced. Great conflict, high tension, and lovely surprises. Horrible deaths of beloved characters. 

(Evil chuckle) Did I tell you I loved it?

In time, my characters and I both found resolution to our problems. After a year of searching, the perfect day job arrived. I am now happily employed at a small German company. Our Rochester office has four employees and an office dog. How cool is that, right?

In the end of MURDER ON THE SACANDAGA, I allowed Quinn and Marcella to make up, and to forge ahead in the world I’ve created for them in the Tall Pines Mystery series. Who knows what book five will hold? I hope I’m not too hard on them. After all, they need to carry on for many more books to come. And I really do have to live with myself. Somehow. ;o)

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Twilight Times Books by multi-award winning, Kindle bestselling author, Aaron Lazar: 
LEGARDE MYSTERIES DOUBLE FORTÉ (print, eBook, audio book) UPSTAGED (print, eBook, audio book)    TREMOLO: CRY OF THE LOON (print, eBook, audio book) MAZURKA (print, eBook, audio book) FIRESONG (print, eBook, audio book) DON’T LET THE WIND CATCH YOU (coming 2013)
VIRTUOSO (~2014)
MOORE MYSTERIES HEALEY'S CAVE (print, eBook, audio book) TERROR COMES KNOCKING (print, eBook, audio book) FOR KEEPS (print, eBook, audio book)
TALL PINES MYSTERIES FOR THE BIRDS (print, eBook, audio book coming 2013) ESSENTIALLY YOURS (print, eBook, audio book) SANCTUARY (coming, 2013)
MURDER ON THE SACANDAGA (~2014) 

WRITING ADVICE: 
WRITE LIKE THE WIND, volumes 1, 2, 3 (ebooks and audio books)

Aaron Paul Lazar writes to soothe his soul. An award-winning, bestselling Kindle author of three addictive mystery series, Aaron enjoys the Genesee Valley countryside in upstate New York, where his characters embrace life, play with their dogs and grandkids, grow sumptuous gardens, and chase bad guys. Visit his website at http://www.lazarbooks.com and watch for his upcoming Twilight Times Books
releases DON’T LET THE WIND CATCH YOU (2013), SANCTUARY (2013), and VIRTUOSO (2014).

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Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Meet Christine Amsden, Twilight Times author

Reprinted with permission of Christine Amsden
by Stephanie Osborn
http://www.stephanie-osborn.com

Twilight Times Books is my principal publisher, along with Baen, Chromosphere Press, and Kerlak Publishing. Christine is a fellow author at TTB, and has a book coming out!

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Please help me welcome one of my fellow Twilight Times Book authors, Ms. Christine Amsden. I'm proud to help her announce her new book release: 






Cassie Scot is the ungifted daughter of powerful sorcerers, born between worlds but belonging to neither. At 21, all she wants is to find a place for herself, but earning a living as a private investigator in the shadow of her family’s reputation isn’t easy. When she is pulled into a paranormal investigation, and tempted by a powerful and handsome sorcerer, she will have to decide where she truly belongs.

"In this entertaining series opener, Amsden (The Immortality Virus) introduces readers to the eponymous Cassie, a decidedly mundane member of a magical family. ...Readers will enjoy Cassie's fish-out-of-water struggles as she fights magical threats with little more than experience and bravado."

~ Publisher's Weekly

"When sorcerers call the shots, what's a girl without powers to do? Get ready for a ripper of a murder mystery full of romance and intrigue, where magic potions bubble, passions spark and vampires are definitely not your friend. Cassie Scot: ParaNormal Detective grabs you by the heart and won't let go until the very last page. Well-written, immersive and unputdownable. This is urban fantasy at its best. More please!"

–Kim Falconer, bestselling author of The Spell of Rosette

Author bio:

Award-winning author Christine Amsden has written stories since she was eight, always with a touch of the strange or unusual. She became a “serious” writer in 2003, after attending a boot camp with Orson Scott Card. She finished Touch of Fate shortly afterward, then penned The Immortality Virus, which won two awards. Expect many more titles by this up-and-coming author.


Title: Cassie Scot ParaNormal Detective

Author: Christine Amsden

Author web site: http://www.christineamsden.com

Publisher: Twilight Times Books

url: http://twilighttimesbooks.com/

Genre: paranormal fantasy

*Print ISBN: 978-1-60619-275-7

Format: 5.5x8.5 trade paperback; 250 pages; $16.95 USD

*eBook ISBN: 978-1-60619-274-0; $6.50 USD

Format: ebook in pdf, ePub, Kindle, Mobi, PRC, etc.

Distributors: Amazon Kindle; Apple iBookstore; BN.com Nook; Kobo Books; OmniLit; Sony eBookstore, etc

Release date: May 15, 2013

Price: $16.95

Size: 5.5 x 8.5

Pages: 250

LCCN: pending

Chapter excerpt:

http://twilighttimesbooks.com/CassieScot_ch1.html
 
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Be sure to check out Christine's new book!
 
-Stephanie Osborn

Monday, May 27, 2013

Memorial Day 2013

Today, in honor of Memorial Day, we're going to have a guest post from a friend of mine. He is a veteran and comes from a long line of veterans. He is a member of Lady Osborn's Pub on Facebook, a closed group of my friends and fans. His words are far better and more meaningful with regard to the day than mine could ever be.

-Stephanie Osborn
http://www.stephanie-osborn.com

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Memorial Day
by Christopher MacArthur

I come from such a long line of Soldiers, it gives me pause, a chain of us going back centuries. American Revolution, Civil War, WWI, WWII, Korea, Viet Nam, Grenada, Desert Storm. I'm afraid I am among the last to serve; I don't see any of my relatives or their children following me to serve again; such has our society changed. Perhaps I'm wrong, who knows? Future history hasn't been written yet.

Only a few of us left now. Myself, an older brother, two nieces. We're it.

One of my most cherished pictures is myself at age 5, sitting in a chair. Surrounding me is my dad and two uncles, Veterans of WWII and Korea. Men who answered the call and fought hard to save the world from being plunged into darkness. Such things they saw, the things they did. Storming the beaches in the Pacific. Flying over Nazi Germany in thin metal cans, risking their lives to get our own back. They're all departed now, but still live in my head and heart and thus are never really gone.









I wonder if this is appreciated by most of our citizens anymore, except for small, trite accolades such as "The Greatest Generation." Save for rare places such as here at A/T, or from other Veterans, do you know that despite wearing military garb on such significant days, almost no one even acknowledges it anymore? They're all in a hurry to get their day off and their BBQ by the pool. Is this it? Is that all? As the Raven said, "Nevermore?"

But then I see returned Veterans of Iraq and Afghanistan, battered and worn, but still standing proud despite their wounds visible and invisible, and I know that we're not done yet. Not yet. Not yet.

The line from the movie, Patton, about "Americans hate to lose," resonates with me. That is right and proper. We servicemen, past and present, hate to lose. This should hearten you, given the forces operating today from without and within to bring us down. Take comfort, there are still those who will man the ramparts in extremis.

We haven't lost that fundamental American quality, we've simply lost our way for a time. Ultimately though, I believe this will set us back onto the correct path. Character and Quality over Ideology any old day of the week. Just remember what these men did on our behalf. If they did these things, so can the rest of us.

A million dead since our inception as a nation, so that 300 million could live in safety and security today, a free people. And as long as we remember their sacrifice, that we will not lose, that no alien influence can enslave us without a fight, we will persevere.

So today, reflect on these things. Salute the flag of a free people. Remember our honored dead and their sacrifice. Thank a Veteran. Don't be in such a hurry to get your day off, it'll still be there when you're done.




~Christopher MacArthur

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Amen.
-Stephanie

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Excerpt: The Case of the Cosmological Killer: Endings and Beginnings

-Stephanie Osborn
 
 
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Chapter 1
 
Skye was sleeping peacefully in their bed in Gibson House, and Sherlock was deep in her hyperdimensional equations, reviewing them with all the grey matter he possessed, when a whiff of ozone reached his nostrils.


“Good day to you both,” he said into the air without raising his head. “How are matters progressing?”


“We have hopes,” his own voice came back to him. “The experiment devised by the firm of Chadwick & Chadwick, Limited, looks to prove successful.” Holmes’ voice was tinged with humor. “Or perhaps I should say, Chadwick & Chadwick-Holmes, Limited.”


“I am glad to hear it,” Sherlock said softly.


“Speaking of Skye, where is she?” Chadwick wondered. “I wanted to give her the experimental setup and double-check for updates. We told her we’d come back at this time.”


“Oh, I am sorry. I am afraid she did not mention that,” Sherlock raised his head and shot a regretful but firm glance in the direction of the voices, knowing that the other Holmes would read his thought in his expression. “She is in bed, soundly asleep. She worked most of the night and barely ate at all today. I finally convinced her to take tea with me, and then discovered she was too inflexible to even stand upright. She permitted me to manipulate her musculature sufficient to release the kinks, but by the time I had done so, she was in a deep sleep. She is nigh exhausted.”


* * *
 
“Damn,” Chadwick breathed.
 
 
“He has a point, Chadwick,” Holmes observed quietly, referring to the refusal to awaken Skye he had noted in the other man’s face. “It does us
no good if she exhausts herself on our behalf, and falls short of the mark when her body and mind cannot take any more.”
 
 
“I know,” Chadwick agreed. “That’s what I meant, not, ‘damn, she didn’t get the work done.’ She’s me, remember? And she’s pushing herself as hard as I do.”
 
 
“It appears so,” Holmes agreed. “And that is saying quite a bit.”

 
* * *


“Is that her work you were looking over?” Chadwick asked Sherlock.


“It is,” Sherlock admitted.


“Can you make anything of it?” Holmes wondered.


“I can,” Sherlock confirmed. “And it looks good, insofar as it goes. But it is incomplete. And as I have not been in this continuum as long as you have been in yours, I do not have sufficient knowledge of the science as yet to consider even attempting to complete it for her.”


“You are the expert here, Chadwick,” Holmes admitted somewhat grudgingly. “What do you wish to do?”


“Might I make a suggestion?” Sherlock offered.


“Please,” Chadwick said.


“Dial back in around noon tomorrow,” Sherlock advised. “It will not delay your experiment overmuch; for you, it is a matter of minutes. And this will give Skye time to ‘catch up’ her sleep—she has slept scarcely more than ten or twelve hours total in some three days—and I will see to it that she eats properly whenever she awakens. Then she will have the morning to complete her calculations here,” he waved the notebook at them, “and she can give them to you at noon, then eat lunch.”


“Ha! I know what you are doing,” Holmes discerned with amusement. “Just as I—just as we—once managed Watson’s finances to ensure he did not come to ruin, you are taking control of her schedule to ensure she obtains adequate rest and nourishment. I have been known to do that once or twice with Chadwick, here.”
 
 
“And, I would suspect,” Sherlock retorted with the faintest hint of a smile, “she has likely done the same with you, on more than one occasion.”
 
 
“She has,” Holmes admitted, and this time Sherlock did not hear begrudging in the other man’s tone. “We four can become amazingly single-minded when need drives us.”
 
 
“Indeed,” Sherlock nodded.
 
 
There was a brief silence, and Sherlock could picture Chadwick gazing at Holmes with a sort of grateful, wistful expression.
 
 
Open your eyes, man, and see the treasure you have in front of you, before it is too late, he thought with some vehemence.
 
 
Eventually Chadwick spoke again, and this time there was a soft smile in her voice.
 
 
“That sounds like a plan, Mr. Holmes, and we’ll follow it. Tell Skye we’ll see her at noon tomorrow. Meanwhile, you take good care of her, okay?”
 
 
“As much as in me lies,” Sherlock nodded.
 
 
“Which is considerable,” Chadwick chuckled.
 
 
The air crackled, another surge of ozone wafted through the room, and they were gone.
 
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Hope you enjoyed it, and check out my website for purchase links!
 
-Stephanie Osborn