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difrancis made the following request:
I have always wondered how you and Steve started writing the Liaden stuff
together, and how the early process went and how it goes now.
Steve and I set up housekeeping 'way back before the rocks cooled. He was the elder writer by manymanymany articles, reviews, and stories. I had an extremely active fantasy life, a first place win in the BaltiCon Short Story Contest, and a desk drawer crammed full of 200-500 word "stories" (I don't talk much in Real Life, even less then than now, and hadn't yet figured out that writing isn't anything at all like talking, except when it is).
Very shortly after we got our cats and our books settled into one apartment, a kind friend lent us the use of his beach house for a week. Off we went, full of, um, creative energy, a portable typewriter, Scrabble, and a bottle of Bogg's Cranberry Liqueur among our baggage.
One early morning, as we were finishing up a bottle of Boggs and our third, sixth, or twelfth game of Scrabble, I laid down the word "decat." Steve considered this for a moment, then asked what somebody would have to do in order to be "de-catted." I explained that "decat" was a technical term, used to describe the set of ten beads on a rosary (yes, it's misspelled; this was Scrabble). He accepted the explanation and the word, but the question of what terrible crime would carry the punishment of de-catting stuck. Next morning, I hauled out the portable typewriter and wrote the rough draft of "A Matter of Ceremony," which would become my first published short story.
And that was the murky beginning of our collaboration.
Other collaborations followed, some by accident, like the Kinzel stories; others, like "Candlelight," more deliberately. We got used to bouncing ideas off of each other, and working out the knotty bits as a team.
So it wasn't at all unreasonable or unusual for me, after a day of hard typing and many pages torn from the typer and hurled in the general direction of the trash can, to lay a sheet of paper before Steve on the kitchen table, and say, "I think this is a novel."
On the sheet was a single sentence: The man who was not Terrance O'Grady had come quietly.
Steve considered this awhile, sipping his wine, and eventually allowed as how I was right. Then, he asked me who my character was.
As previously reported, I had brought an active fantasy life with me into the partnership. And it happened that I had worked with two rather dashing characters for many years, and knew them well. So I spent the rest of the night and into the wee hours of the morning telling Steve about Val Con, Miri, and the universe they lived in.
When I ran out of steam, and wine, he said, "I was wrong. It's not a novel. It's seven." Then he got a pad of yellow paper and we right then mapped out the seven stories in the Agent of Change arc. Sometime during that, I left the table for a few minutes to call in sick at my job, and sometime along mid-afternoon, we went to bed.
Next day, I started writing Agent; it took all of a month to finish the first draft, and consumed most of our waking hours. We talked story points in the grocery store, role-played scenes at breakfast, argued motivation in bed.
At one point, I felt we needed to introduce a member of what I called "The Green People," not-very-well-defined characters from my fantasy life whose sole purpose was to speed up the story when things got slow by doing something "alien" and incomprehensible. Steve took that idea, married it to "Honest John," a character of his own who was sore in need of employment, and so the Clutch were born.
We submitted Agent to Ace, where Ginjer took eighteen months to reject it with, "But it's like...John LeCarre in space!" and then to DAW, where it was rejected by return mail, and then to Del Rey, which emitted a Deep and Vasty Silence for a number of months before we got a phone call from Steve Hickman, who had been commissioned to do the cover art, asking if we could send him the rest of the manuscript so he could find out what happened. A couple days later, we got the contract in the mail.
By that time, we'd already finished and submitted Conflict of Honors.
End side one. See you on the flipside
'way back in October
difrancis made the following request:I have always wondered how you and Steve started writing the Liaden stuff
together, and how the early process went and how it goes now.
Steve and I set up housekeeping 'way back before the rocks cooled. He was the elder writer by manymanymany articles, reviews, and stories. I had an extremely active fantasy life, a first place win in the BaltiCon Short Story Contest, and a desk drawer crammed full of 200-500 word "stories" (I don't talk much in Real Life, even less then than now, and hadn't yet figured out that writing isn't anything at all like talking, except when it is).
Very shortly after we got our cats and our books settled into one apartment, a kind friend lent us the use of his beach house for a week. Off we went, full of, um, creative energy, a portable typewriter, Scrabble, and a bottle of Bogg's Cranberry Liqueur among our baggage.
One early morning, as we were finishing up a bottle of Boggs and our third, sixth, or twelfth game of Scrabble, I laid down the word "decat." Steve considered this for a moment, then asked what somebody would have to do in order to be "de-catted." I explained that "decat" was a technical term, used to describe the set of ten beads on a rosary (yes, it's misspelled; this was Scrabble). He accepted the explanation and the word, but the question of what terrible crime would carry the punishment of de-catting stuck. Next morning, I hauled out the portable typewriter and wrote the rough draft of "A Matter of Ceremony," which would become my first published short story.
And that was the murky beginning of our collaboration.
Other collaborations followed, some by accident, like the Kinzel stories; others, like "Candlelight," more deliberately. We got used to bouncing ideas off of each other, and working out the knotty bits as a team.
So it wasn't at all unreasonable or unusual for me, after a day of hard typing and many pages torn from the typer and hurled in the general direction of the trash can, to lay a sheet of paper before Steve on the kitchen table, and say, "I think this is a novel."
On the sheet was a single sentence: The man who was not Terrance O'Grady had come quietly.
Steve considered this awhile, sipping his wine, and eventually allowed as how I was right. Then, he asked me who my character was.
As previously reported, I had brought an active fantasy life with me into the partnership. And it happened that I had worked with two rather dashing characters for many years, and knew them well. So I spent the rest of the night and into the wee hours of the morning telling Steve about Val Con, Miri, and the universe they lived in.
When I ran out of steam, and wine, he said, "I was wrong. It's not a novel. It's seven." Then he got a pad of yellow paper and we right then mapped out the seven stories in the Agent of Change arc. Sometime during that, I left the table for a few minutes to call in sick at my job, and sometime along mid-afternoon, we went to bed.
Next day, I started writing Agent; it took all of a month to finish the first draft, and consumed most of our waking hours. We talked story points in the grocery store, role-played scenes at breakfast, argued motivation in bed.
At one point, I felt we needed to introduce a member of what I called "The Green People," not-very-well-defined characters from my fantasy life whose sole purpose was to speed up the story when things got slow by doing something "alien" and incomprehensible. Steve took that idea, married it to "Honest John," a character of his own who was sore in need of employment, and so the Clutch were born.
We submitted Agent to Ace, where Ginjer took eighteen months to reject it with, "But it's like...John LeCarre in space!" and then to DAW, where it was rejected by return mail, and then to Del Rey, which emitted a Deep and Vasty Silence for a number of months before we got a phone call from Steve Hickman, who had been commissioned to do the cover art, asking if we could send him the rest of the manuscript so he could find out what happened. A couple days later, we got the contract in the mail.
By that time, we'd already finished and submitted Conflict of Honors.
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Date: 2006-11-20 03:46 pm (UTC)I should point out that we have more or less withdrawn a few of our older stories from the public view at the moment, though most are available in print formats from the used market. If what you're looking for is electronic versions we've been trying to be clear that electronic rights are being worked on by our agent.
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Date: 2006-11-20 04:32 pm (UTC)"Coffeecat" by Sharon Lee
"Charioteer" by Steve Miller
"A Matter of Ceremony" by Sharon Lee
"The Girl, the Cat and Deviant" by Sharon Lee
"The Inventoried" by Steve Miller
"The AfterImage" by Sharon Lee
"Rain Day" by Steve Miller
"The Handsome Prince" by Sharon Lee
"Choices" by Steve Miller
"Cards" by Sharon Lee
"Stolen Laughter" by Sharon Lee
"Master of the Winds" by Sharon Lee
"Passionato" by Sharon Lee
"The Solution" by Steve Miller
"The Pretender" by Sharon Lee
"The Silver Pathway" by Sharon Lee
"Stormshelter" by Sharon Lee
"And Hawks for Heralds" by Steve Miller
"The Winter Consort" by Sharon Lee
"The Cat's Job" by Steve Miller
"Candlelight" by Sharon Lee and Steve Miller
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Date: 2006-11-20 05:17 pm (UTC)"Coffeecat," "A Matter of Ceremony," "The Girl, the Cat and Deviant," "The AfterImage," "The Handsome Prince," "Stolen Laughter," "Passionato," "The Pretender," "The Silver Pathway," "Stormshelter," and "The Winter Consort," by Sharon Lee -- are included in the chapbooks Endeavors of Will and Variations Three (can't remember which stories in which 'book, alas...)
"And Hawks for Heralds," "Master of the Winds," and "Candlelight" are the contents of the chapbook Quiet Magic.
We have a couple copies left of the Lee chapbook and lots of copies of Quiet Magic. Can't find any Chariots, but that doesn't mean we don't have them, only that Steve's put them someplace I haven't looked.
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Date: 2006-11-20 05:26 pm (UTC)question about the 7 novels
Date: 2006-11-20 04:32 pm (UTC)Re: question about the 7 novels
Date: 2006-11-20 05:25 pm (UTC)Didn't have names; titles often come last for us.
The working title for Agent of Change was Val Con and Miri on Mars. Conflict of Honors got its title when Shan used the phrase to describe something to Priscilla. Carpe Diem's working title was Media Res. As you know, the fans named Plan B; and the original title for I Dare was Flaran Cha'menthi. Local Custom was Studmuffins of the Sex Star and Scout's Progress was Mouse and Dragon.
I know you have 7 Liaden novels out, now, but do they represent the original 7 books?
We didn't write the seven books we had projected that night, because of various editorial necessities encountered along the way. However. All of the stuff that had to happen did happen, so in that sense, yes, we wrote the story we intended to write.
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Date: 2006-11-20 04:47 pm (UTC)Di
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Date: 2006-11-20 05:53 pm (UTC)Jeez, I'm not sure they're even making Bogg's anymore. Hang on *hauls up Google*
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Yeah, here we are, from the cranberry FAQ posted by the University of Wisconsin-Madison.
10. What happened to Boggs, a cranberry-flavored liqueur?
Heublein, Inc., produced Boggs Cranberry Liqueur, but discontinued it several years ago. There are recipes for homemade liqueurs that may or may not resemble Boggs available on the Internet. Again, let us know if you find one that is particularly successful.
Typewriter and yellow pads . . .
Those were the days, by gum!
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Date: 2006-11-20 07:11 pm (UTC)Poets Exagerate
Artists Manipulate
we all tell the
TRUTH
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Date: 2006-11-20 10:34 pm (UTC)Doc
The series
Date: 2006-11-21 02:25 am (UTC)Kelly
Temple City, CA (91 degrees today. I mean really - this is insane.)
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Date: 2006-11-21 04:51 am (UTC)The stories I have seen and heard thus far, are definitely publish-worthy, as far as the fan-ship is concerned!
Keep it up!
Only, WRITE FASTER!!!
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Date: 2006-11-22 12:21 am (UTC)On the other hand, if it is a choice between more fiction and a here's how we done it book, I think I'd like both :-)
No gripping hand at the moment.