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Like so many of my LJ friends, I'm puzzled by the news out of Alaska today. Sarah Palin's resignation is, as political strategery goes, pretty bizarre. And her rambling, self-aggrandizing speech justifying the move was one of the worst I've ever heard by a Presidential contender. At this point I think that the GOP field has been winnowed to Newt-Man, Romney, Huckabee, and my dark-horse pick, Haley Barbour. They should all be sending Mark Sanford thank you notes....
Did some work on my web site yesterday -- added a permanent link to Magical Words, the group blog on the craft and business of writing that I maintain with fellow fantasy authors Faith Hunter, Misty Massey, and C.E. Murphy. I also put in a new page. Last year I had a short story published in Orson Scott Card's Intergalactic Medicine Show. The story is called "Cassie's Story" and now that IGMS's 1 year exclusive on the story has expired, I've added it to my website. So if you haven't read "Cassie's Story" yet, or if you have read it but want to read it again, go to my website -- www.DavidBCoe.com -- and read the story. While you're there, be sure to check out the contest that's going on right now. You might win a book! And if you care to read some sample chapters from my books, you can do that, too. Enjoy!
We watched John Sayles' movie Eight Men Out last night. Netflix, of course. It's an old movie. It came out in 1988, right around the same time as Field of Dreams, when hollywood seemed to be in the midst of a mini-obsession with the Shoeless Joe Jackson story. Hollywood does this -- remember when Tombstone and Wyatt Earp came out within months of each other, after we'd gone years without seeing a movie about Earp? But I digress....
For those of you who don't know, Eight Men Out tells the story of the Black Sox scandal of 1919. Seven players on the American League champion Chicago White Sox -- including pitchers Eddie Cicotte and Lefty Williams, position players Happy Felsch, Chick Gandil, Swede Risberg, Fred McMullen, and Jackson, who was one of the game's greatest stars -- conspired with a group of gamblers to throw the series to the Cincinnati Reds. The Sox were the overwhelming favorites going into the series, and the conspirators believed that they could make a killing by betting on the Reds and letting them win. Some of the players were more enthusiastic participants than others. Jackson always claimed that he went along for the money but did nothing to help the Reds win any games. Sayles film portrays him as naive, uneducated, and very much a victim of his manipulative, smarter teammates. An eighth player, Buck Weaver, knew of the conspiracy but took no money and played to win throughout the series. Sayles portrays him as a victim of his teammates' malfeasance as well. All eight players were charged and put on trial, and all of them were eventually acquitted.
By this time, however, baseball's owners had hired the sport's first commissioner, Judge Kenesaw Mountain Landis, who vowed to clean up major league baseball. Landis chose to make an example of the eight Black Sox players and banned all of them from the game for the rest of their lives. The ban was the only thing that kept Jackson from being elected to baseball's Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, NY.
It was a good movie -- not great, but good. And I've been thinking about it all morning. I'm a huge baseball fan. Or at least I used to be. The recent revelations about widespread steroid use among some of the games biggest stars have shaken my faith in the game. Mark McGwire, Barry Bonds, Sammy Sosa, Roger Clemens, Andy Pettitte, Rafael Palmeiro, Manny Ramirez, Alex Rodriguez -- all have admitted using steroids or have been implicated so convincingly that their continued denials have become meaningless. Other players are known to have used performance enhancing drugs, and several of them have been suspended temporarily.
And yet, over the past 50 years, only one player in Major League Baseball has faced a lifetime ban from the game like the one given to the eight Black Sox conspirators. That one is Pete Rose, who didn't use steroids, but did, it seems, bet on baseball games in clear violation of the league's rules on gambling. Rose's ban was handed down by then-commissioner Bart Giamatti, but it was almost as if the ghost of Mountain Landis was hovering over the game. Baseball has a thing about gambling that can be traced directly back to 1919, and Rose's ban reflected that. Now don't get me wrong: I'm not defending Pete Rose. I'm not even suggesting that Rose's ban should be lifted (although I think that a case could be made for this). The truth is, never liked Pete Rose. I always thought that if baseball hadn't existed he would have spent his life as a small-time thug.
But just as the men who ran baseball in 1919 turned a blind eye toward the corruptive influence of gambling on the game until Landis forced them to face the problem and deal with it, today's owners and the media outlets that account for much of their revenue, have ignored the steroid problem. In 1998, when McGwire and Sosa staged their epic joint assault on Roger Maris's single season home run record, baseball was still reeling from the 1994 strike that nearly destroyed the sport. Never mind that McGwire's arms looked like something out of a Popeye cartoon. Never mind that Sosa had transformed himself from a skinny little kid who could run fast into the most consistently prolific home run hitter the sport had ever seen. It was all good! The balls were flying out of the park and the sport was popular again.
I was always a small kid, and I'm a small grown-up. One of the things I loved about baseball was that there was a place in the game for guys like me. Unlike football or basketball, which demanded that its stars be huge, baseball could be played and won by smaller players. Sure, everyone loved Babe Ruth. But if a guy could bunt and steal a base and slap a key hit to the opposite field, he could win ball games for his team. The game that I see on TV today isn't like that, at least not the way it used to be. Everyone is expected to hit home runs. And everyone does. Which means that everyone is suspect. Look at a major league roster these days and you'll see guys with Popeye forearms playing every position. Are all of them juicing? I want to say no, of course not. But in all honesty, I don't know. When the penalty for using steroids is a fifty game suspension that still leaves intact two-thirds of a multi-million dollar annual contract, it's hard to see why players wouldn't juice. The downside risk is minimal; the upside earning potential is staggering.
But a lifetime ban would balance that equation. Alex Rodriguez is a great player. So was Barry Bonds. Their accomplishments on the field, however, have been forever compromised by the fact that they cheated. Playing baseball at the major league level is not a right, it's a privilege. If placing a bet on a baseball game is cause to strip a player of that privilege, isn't using steroids? If Joe Jackson and his fellow conspirators are considered cheaters because they influenced the outcome of games by not trying hard enough, shouldn't Manny Ramirez be considered a cheater for influencing the outcome of games by making himself into a juiced-up physical freak? Isn't it possible that baseball needs to be saved again, even if it means barring from the game some of its greatest stars?
I used to love baseball, but the game lost me when it decided to tolerate lies for the sake of television revenue. If baseball can lose me, it can lose any and every fan. I loved it that much. The only way to get me back is for its leaders to say, "Enough! If you cheat, you leave, never to return." The fact that this hasn't happened yet tells me that the steroid problem is so big, baseball's owners and commissioner can't afford to take such a stand. There'd be no one left.
For those of you who don't know, Eight Men Out tells the story of the Black Sox scandal of 1919. Seven players on the American League champion Chicago White Sox -- including pitchers Eddie Cicotte and Lefty Williams, position players Happy Felsch, Chick Gandil, Swede Risberg, Fred McMullen, and Jackson, who was one of the game's greatest stars -- conspired with a group of gamblers to throw the series to the Cincinnati Reds. The Sox were the overwhelming favorites going into the series, and the conspirators believed that they could make a killing by betting on the Reds and letting them win. Some of the players were more enthusiastic participants than others. Jackson always claimed that he went along for the money but did nothing to help the Reds win any games. Sayles film portrays him as naive, uneducated, and very much a victim of his manipulative, smarter teammates. An eighth player, Buck Weaver, knew of the conspiracy but took no money and played to win throughout the series. Sayles portrays him as a victim of his teammates' malfeasance as well. All eight players were charged and put on trial, and all of them were eventually acquitted.
By this time, however, baseball's owners had hired the sport's first commissioner, Judge Kenesaw Mountain Landis, who vowed to clean up major league baseball. Landis chose to make an example of the eight Black Sox players and banned all of them from the game for the rest of their lives. The ban was the only thing that kept Jackson from being elected to baseball's Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, NY.
It was a good movie -- not great, but good. And I've been thinking about it all morning. I'm a huge baseball fan. Or at least I used to be. The recent revelations about widespread steroid use among some of the games biggest stars have shaken my faith in the game. Mark McGwire, Barry Bonds, Sammy Sosa, Roger Clemens, Andy Pettitte, Rafael Palmeiro, Manny Ramirez, Alex Rodriguez -- all have admitted using steroids or have been implicated so convincingly that their continued denials have become meaningless. Other players are known to have used performance enhancing drugs, and several of them have been suspended temporarily.
And yet, over the past 50 years, only one player in Major League Baseball has faced a lifetime ban from the game like the one given to the eight Black Sox conspirators. That one is Pete Rose, who didn't use steroids, but did, it seems, bet on baseball games in clear violation of the league's rules on gambling. Rose's ban was handed down by then-commissioner Bart Giamatti, but it was almost as if the ghost of Mountain Landis was hovering over the game. Baseball has a thing about gambling that can be traced directly back to 1919, and Rose's ban reflected that. Now don't get me wrong: I'm not defending Pete Rose. I'm not even suggesting that Rose's ban should be lifted (although I think that a case could be made for this). The truth is, never liked Pete Rose. I always thought that if baseball hadn't existed he would have spent his life as a small-time thug.
But just as the men who ran baseball in 1919 turned a blind eye toward the corruptive influence of gambling on the game until Landis forced them to face the problem and deal with it, today's owners and the media outlets that account for much of their revenue, have ignored the steroid problem. In 1998, when McGwire and Sosa staged their epic joint assault on Roger Maris's single season home run record, baseball was still reeling from the 1994 strike that nearly destroyed the sport. Never mind that McGwire's arms looked like something out of a Popeye cartoon. Never mind that Sosa had transformed himself from a skinny little kid who could run fast into the most consistently prolific home run hitter the sport had ever seen. It was all good! The balls were flying out of the park and the sport was popular again.
I was always a small kid, and I'm a small grown-up. One of the things I loved about baseball was that there was a place in the game for guys like me. Unlike football or basketball, which demanded that its stars be huge, baseball could be played and won by smaller players. Sure, everyone loved Babe Ruth. But if a guy could bunt and steal a base and slap a key hit to the opposite field, he could win ball games for his team. The game that I see on TV today isn't like that, at least not the way it used to be. Everyone is expected to hit home runs. And everyone does. Which means that everyone is suspect. Look at a major league roster these days and you'll see guys with Popeye forearms playing every position. Are all of them juicing? I want to say no, of course not. But in all honesty, I don't know. When the penalty for using steroids is a fifty game suspension that still leaves intact two-thirds of a multi-million dollar annual contract, it's hard to see why players wouldn't juice. The downside risk is minimal; the upside earning potential is staggering.
But a lifetime ban would balance that equation. Alex Rodriguez is a great player. So was Barry Bonds. Their accomplishments on the field, however, have been forever compromised by the fact that they cheated. Playing baseball at the major league level is not a right, it's a privilege. If placing a bet on a baseball game is cause to strip a player of that privilege, isn't using steroids? If Joe Jackson and his fellow conspirators are considered cheaters because they influenced the outcome of games by not trying hard enough, shouldn't Manny Ramirez be considered a cheater for influencing the outcome of games by making himself into a juiced-up physical freak? Isn't it possible that baseball needs to be saved again, even if it means barring from the game some of its greatest stars?
I used to love baseball, but the game lost me when it decided to tolerate lies for the sake of television revenue. If baseball can lose me, it can lose any and every fan. I loved it that much. The only way to get me back is for its leaders to say, "Enough! If you cheat, you leave, never to return." The fact that this hasn't happened yet tells me that the steroid problem is so big, baseball's owners and commissioner can't afford to take such a stand. There'd be no one left.
Today's post, "A Writer's Troubleshotting Guide," can be found at Magical Words, the writing blog site I maintain with fellow fantasy writers, Faith Hunter, Misty Massey, and C.E. Murphy. Please visit the site and enjoy!
My daughters swam in a meet this morning. They did great. Their relay teams all took first place, and between them in their individual races they took three firsts, a second, a third and a sixth. They also had a great time.
My wife couldn't be at the meet, because she was running (swimming? Biking? Doing?) what's known as a sprint triathlon. She had a great time, too.
And me? I cheered. I encouraged. I praised. And then I took a nap.
My wife couldn't be at the meet, because she was running (swimming? Biking? Doing?) what's known as a sprint triathlon. She had a great time, too.
And me? I cheered. I encouraged. I praised. And then I took a nap.
Today's post, "Hard Times Come Again No More..." can be found at http://www.sfnovelists.com, the group blog I share with a group of approximately 100 other published fantasy and science fiction writers. The post is about how I'm approaching these difficult times for the publishing industry and writers, and I hope you'll enjoy it.
Today's post, "What We Bring to the Books We Read: The Writer and the Reader, part III," can be found at http://magicalwords.net, the writing blog I maintain with fellow fantasy writers Faith Hunter, Misty Massey, and C.E. Murphy. This is the final installment in my three part "Writer and the Reader" series of posts. I hope you enjoy it.
Today was the annual butterfly census here in Sewanee. Every year the North American Butterfly Association sponsors hundreds of butterfly counts across the United States, Mexico and Canada as a way of gauging changes in the butterfly population. Butterflies are considered indicator creatures -- if global climate change or pollution or habitat destruction are going to have an impact on our ecology, it's going to show up first in things like butterflies.
Anyway, this is an event that I run every year along with a colleague of Nancy's in the University biology department. It was very hot today and there weren't as many butterflies around as we had hoped, although we did wind up seeing thirty different species of butterfly and over 160 individual butterflies. I'm totally wiped -- we start the count at about 8:30 am and finish at about 5:00 pm. We log a good twenty miles in the car and another seven or eight on foot. And it was 94 degrees here today.
But we saw some very cool butterflies, including a few dozen Great Spangled Fritillaries and several different species of hairstreak, including this little gem, the Coral Hairstreak.
Anyway, fun, tiring day. Time for a beer, me thinks.
Anyway, this is an event that I run every year along with a colleague of Nancy's in the University biology department. It was very hot today and there weren't as many butterflies around as we had hoped, although we did wind up seeing thirty different species of butterfly and over 160 individual butterflies. I'm totally wiped -- we start the count at about 8:30 am and finish at about 5:00 pm. We log a good twenty miles in the car and another seven or eight on foot. And it was 94 degrees here today.
But we saw some very cool butterflies, including a few dozen Great Spangled Fritillaries and several different species of hairstreak, including this little gem, the Coral Hairstreak.
Anyway, fun, tiring day. Time for a beer, me thinks.
Busy week -- hence no posts. Sorry for that. I've been working on two books, a short story, an article for a 'zine, and now I'm about to begin going through the copyedited manuscript of a third book. This is what it means to be a full-time writer. No complaints. One of the books I hope to sell quite soon, the other I still have to work on before it's ready to sell, the third will be released in February 2010. The short story is for an anthology I was invited into, and the article was also invitation-based. So most or all of this will eventually be published. Makes the frantic pace much easier to take. These are tough times for all writers and just having work is a good thing. As I say, no complaints.
All right, back to work.
All right, back to work.
Today I continue my discussion of the relationship between the writer and the reader at Magical Words with my post, "A Creative Covenant: The Writer and the Reader, Part II." The site, which I maintain with fellow fantasy writers Faith Hunter, Misty Massey and C.E. Murphy, can be found here. So please visit and enjoy the post.
Bestselling author A.J. Hartley is guest blogging today at Magical Words. Come by and join the discussion!
One of my favorite quotes comes from Robert Frost: "An idea is a feat of association."
I have had an idea today. My mind was wandering in all sorts of directions, juggling a hundred different thoughts, and suddenly they came together. An epiphany. A moment of clarity. A feat of association. Call it what you will. It is, in the end, An Idea. An idea that might allow me to rewrite a book I love but haven't quite gotten right; an idea that could change the trajectory of my career; an idea that could truly change my life.
I need more time with it. I need to explore it further. I need to walk around it and examine it from all sides. But my hands are very nearly trembling with excitement. I don't have any idea how I'm going to sleep tonight.
I have had an idea today. My mind was wandering in all sorts of directions, juggling a hundred different thoughts, and suddenly they came together. An epiphany. A moment of clarity. A feat of association. Call it what you will. It is, in the end, An Idea. An idea that might allow me to rewrite a book I love but haven't quite gotten right; an idea that could change the trajectory of my career; an idea that could truly change my life.
I need more time with it. I need to explore it further. I need to walk around it and examine it from all sides. But my hands are very nearly trembling with excitement. I don't have any idea how I'm going to sleep tonight.
For those of you who believe that we don't have enough holidays on our calendars, authors Sharon Lee and Steve Miller, who together have created the wonderful Liaden Universe (and the excellent books set therein), have declared June 23rd to be Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers Day!
Here's the link to Sharon's blog explaining a bit about how this declaration of holiday came to pass: http://rolanni.livejournal.com/439604.ht
Personally, I think it's a great idea and I look forward to celebrating Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers Day by writing some fantasy, which, I have to admit, is just what I would be doing on a Tuesday in June anyway. But hey! Maybe I'll get some presents....
Here's the link to Sharon's blog explaining a bit about how this declaration of holiday came to pass: http://rolanni.livejournal.com/439604.ht
Personally, I think it's a great idea and I look forward to celebrating Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers Day by writing some fantasy, which, I have to admit, is just what I would be doing on a Tuesday in June anyway. But hey! Maybe I'll get some presents....
Today's post, "Trusting Your Reader," can be found at http://magicalwords.net, the group blog I maintain with fellow fantasy writers Faith Hunter, Misty Massey, and C.E. Murphy. This post is the first of two or three that I'll be doing at Magical Words over the next couple of weeks on the relationship between writers and their readers. I hope you'll visit the site and enjoy the post.
Lazy weekend for the most part, although I spent the first half of Saturday wrestling with the cat briar growing in our yard. I got rid of lots of it, but am covered with scratches from the thorns. I don't know why they call it cat briar, but I certainly look like I just went ten rounds with a rabid Siamese....
Anyway, thought this would be a good time to direct you to my web site. As always, there are sample chapters from all of my published novels there and I've also got a new contest up and running. This is a fun one, and if you enter you'll have a chance to win a signed hard cover copy of The Sorcerers' Plague, the first volume of my Blood of the Southlands trilogy. So check out my web site -- http://www.davidbcoe.com -- and follow the links to the contest page. And, as always, enjoy!
Anyway, thought this would be a good time to direct you to my web site. As always, there are sample chapters from all of my published novels there and I've also got a new contest up and running. This is a fun one, and if you enter you'll have a chance to win a signed hard cover copy of The Sorcerers' Plague, the first volume of my Blood of the Southlands trilogy. So check out my web site -- http://www.davidbcoe.com -- and follow the links to the contest page. And, as always, enjoy!
Tiffany Trent, author of the wonderful Hallowmere series, is guest blogging today at MagicalWords. Stop by and join the discussion.
Did anyone catch Dick Cheney's speech to the National Press Club the other day, in which he casually admitted that in fact there had never been any connection between Saddam Hussein's regime in Iraq and the terrorists responsible for the 9/11 attacks? This despite the fact that for the previous eight years Cheney had stubbornly clung to the fiction that such a connection existed, despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary. Did anyone catch Andrea Mitchell's interview with Liz Cheney, Dick's daughter, in which the younger Cheney denied that her father had contradicted himself and then reasserted the fallacy of the Saddam-terrorist connection?
Did anyone notice that while the Cheney family was running around on television, desperately trying to rehabilitate Dick Cheney's hopelessly compromised legacy, Barack Obama was in Cairo, giving a thoughtful address, seeking to undo some of the damage done to U.S. relations with Muslim countries and attempting to restart a long-stalled Middle East peace process? I've said this before, but really it never gets old: How glorious it is to be represented at home and abroad by a President of whom I can be proud, a President who speaks forcefully and eloquently about and for American values, a President who is respected and admired throughout the world, rather than reviled.
Now, if only the Cheneys would crawl back under their rock and leave the rest of us alone.
Did anyone notice that while the Cheney family was running around on television, desperately trying to rehabilitate Dick Cheney's hopelessly compromised legacy, Barack Obama was in Cairo, giving a thoughtful address, seeking to undo some of the damage done to U.S. relations with Muslim countries and attempting to restart a long-stalled Middle East peace process? I've said this before, but really it never gets old: How glorious it is to be represented at home and abroad by a President of whom I can be proud, a President who speaks forcefully and eloquently about and for American values, a President who is respected and admired throughout the world, rather than reviled.
Now, if only the Cheneys would crawl back under their rock and leave the rest of us alone.
So there's this site, connected to the Apple site, from which you can download apps that are designed specifically for macs. Many of them are shareware or freeware. Others are demos for programs you have to buy to really use. A few days back I downloaded a couple of games -- solitaire type things -- thinking, "Where would be the harm in having a couple of these games on my computer?"
Well, the harm is that they are totally addictive! I just got sucked into a game and only emerged 45 minutes later. I have no idea where that time went, but it certainly didn't go into anything productive. Dangerous. Very dangerous.
I think I should delete them. Maybe tomorrow....
Well, the harm is that they are totally addictive! I just got sucked into a game and only emerged 45 minutes later. I have no idea where that time went, but it certainly didn't go into anything productive. Dangerous. Very dangerous.
I think I should delete them. Maybe tomorrow....
Today's post -- "Back from ConCarolinas..." -- can be found at http://magicalwords.net, the writing blog I maintain with fellow fantasy authors Faith Hunter, Misty Massey, and C. E. Murphy. Faith and Misty were at the con, too, and we had a great time. As always, attending the convention got me thinking about the profession and about my writing. That's what the post is about. So visit the MagicalWords site and enjoy the post.
Greetings from the road! I'm currently at the home of my good friend and fellow Magical Words blogger, Faith Hunter. She and her husband, Rod, have been wonderful hosts. Last night we had a signing with another fellow MW blogger, Misty Massey, and also author Gail Z Martin. It was not the best attended signing I've ever had, but it might well have been the most fun. Italian dinner afterwards, also great fun. All in all, a good start to the trip. Today we'll be heading up to Charlotte, NC for ConCarolinas. Hope to see some of you there.
Today at Magical Words, we have a special guest blogger. Author Mindy Klasky has posted a piece on her career path and is now answering questions and responding to comments. Stop by the site and say hello!
Today at Magical Words, we have a special guest blogger. Author Mindy Klasky has posted a piece on her career path and is now answering questions and responding to comments. Stop by the site and say hello!
