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Saturday, December 05, 2009 
The last few weeks have been pretty hectic, not just for me, but probably for everyone. There's been holiday shopping & prepping, there's been severely ill family members, there's a deadline for writing and for recording.

Of course, there's also the not-invisible background that critical things in my actual life are being decided by people I've never met but have somehow ended up with the power to declare whether or not I'm entitled to the same rights as every other human being...ho hum.

That's why I don't watch tv ;-)

All these balls are being juggled somehow -- and with the exception of the recording, most things are proceeding a bit more slowly than I'd like (in the case of the political arena, much more slowly, but that's another story).

Anyhow, this is an open letter so to speak, to everyone who has emailed, facebooked, myspace messaged, and otherwise gotten in touch with me only to receive a shorter answer than usual: I'm sorry. There's a LOT going on -- most of it good, and all of it that's productive, I'm certain you'll enjoy in the near future.

In the meanwhile, I'd also like to thank Queers On the Verge for this:

http://queersotv.com/FVWweek2.html and for those that asked what's coming up, here's the list :-D:


1) January: Reading/Signing/Q&A @ Bluestockings with several other authors in (date to be announced super soon)

2) February: is my Birthday (and yes, I celebrate all month long :-D)

3) March: Interview w/ Q&A on blog-talk radio, interview in Curve Magazine and...release of the first single from The Charm Alarm's newest recording

4) April: Deadlines need to be met (and boy, do they!)

5) May: Gigs with The Charm Alarm, and a couple o' few reading/signing things

6) June: Yet another deadline, and the rest is to be planned...

I'm laughing at myself - there's so much more than that going on, but these are the things I can discuss at the moment. Maybe in another day or so, I'll have some sketches done during "down time" while recording to share with y'all. For now, here's a shot taken while I was paying attention to something else in the studio: http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=4150832&id=148962983091

Hope everyone's having a wonderful December so far.

Rock on!
JD
Friday, November 20, 2009 
It's funny, being a "creative" person - generally speaking, people think you just "sit down and do it" - meaning, no effort, no sweat involved. Well, sometimes, there's sweat; sometimes there's joy, and sometimes...there's a pencil sharpener.

Yes. A pencil sharpener. While working out (meaning layoing out the groundwork) for a new project, I pulled out my handy-dandy pencil, a sharpener, and an eraser (because there's a lot of foundation lines even in a sketch). I let my hands do what they needed to do, which is learn what I challnenged them to: some new poses, positions, styles. And...this is what they came up with: http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=30857987&id=1069085664

Tomorrow will see me in the studio, in fact, the rest of this week will be a little cyber-quiet because I'll literally be in the studio with The Charm Alarm recording our new album, but I may get a little downtime here and there, and if I do, maybe there'll be some more sketches, maybe even some completed ones - to share.

Happy Turkey Day to all those celebrating!! JD

Sunday, November 01, 2009 
He was large where she was small, she was quick where he was deliberate. He was of Earth and Water, she was of Air and Fire and between them, they were both carried by and bore steel.

And so in the first few days, they reconnected and rediscovered one another, delighted to find that what they had enjoyed in the last budding of childhood had blossomed into something fine and beautiful, a true friendship that would have no compare.

In the many hours of the many days and nights they worked together, these Knights (for such they had become) saved lives, really and truly and on more than several occasions, each other's as well.

In the quiet times in between, in the desperate times during, and in the sorrow and rage that would inevitably follow after witnessing and being unable to truly aid in one of those many situations that prove that Evil, though usually hidden, does on occasion bare its face to all (and no, you may not ask, dear reader, for they were sworn to protect you from it and I have promised to do so as well), they healed each other, too. 

Sometimes they spoke, sometimes they listened to music, and other times, they let the silent comfort of an unconditional and unbreakable Love fill the space between them as they sat in the front of their tin can, attempting to grasp the "why" of the unmentionable.

But it was not only the job they shared and spoke of; together they shed tears and blood, laughter and hope, for in their closeness, they spoke of and told each other everything (EVERY thing) and in that baring of primal self to one another, they knew in an unspoken way, that they were 
connected, and nothing on Earth, above it, below it, or within it, could ever change that. They had not only truly become Best Friends, they realized that they shared a soul.

Now, dear reader, I'm sure you are wondering why they were Best Friends and not something other, and the reason behind that is simple: not all soul mates are lovers (nor are they meant to be) and these two had already pledged their hearts to others: he to a woman who became the mother of his children, and she to a woman whose fire matched her own.

One day, during a silent moment in between calls, our two Knights had grabbed some pork fried rice (for they were very hungry after the last adventure!) and parked their tin can in an old parking lot that faced the bay. The island that held the Navel of the World sat before them, the bridge from their forgotten burg to the Holy Land of Brooklyn soared across their right.

They ignored their neighbor, another who sat in a similar tin can, for he was not a true Knight as ours measured them: he had just revealed that he took pictures of some of those difficult scenes - not to teach or to learn from - but to make ugly jokes of, and our heroes had just been made unhappily privy to both.

Both disturbed and uneasy that such a one as that was among their number, and so they sat in their ambulance and ate in grey silence, not even the radio on to disguise the occasional call of the gulls that wheeled before their windshield.

He was a Knight who served the Light and had knowledge of steel, for such had once been his trade. His thoughts turned in the quiet until finally he said aloud, "Wouldn't it be amazing if there was a sword that could never be handled by anyone that wasn't pure of heart?"

She was a Knight who served the Light and had knowledge of swords (for that was one of her past-times, despite the fact that both women and women with weapons are frowned upon). His words fired her imagination, stirred her knowledge of things esoteric as well as her memories of an amazing tale she had read (that had in part, set her on her path. It was titled Daggerspell and written by an amazing person named Katherine Kerr, should you be bold enough to begin 
that journey, brave reader) and she sat up from her slump and gazed at him.

"It would need something special, something magical, changed, 
charged, at its core," she told him and he agreed.

They stared at one another for a moment, excitement filling the air between them. 

"I know what it should be!" he declared and a huge grin broke across his face. "I know how to make it!"

And he told her, and her delight grew and matched his. "I know who should wield it!" she answered. 

She pulled out her pen and some scrap pieces of paper (napkins from the Chinese food). They talked hurriedly, she wrote frantically, for at any moment, the radio could and would go off, sending our Knights out into danger again.

But it was in that exact moment the seed for a new world was planted - and this is where the story 
really begins.
Saturday, October 31, 2009 
 ...in the forgotten borough of a city that many considered the navel of the world, there lived a boy and a girl and in the way of boys and girls that they knew, they met in a comic book store and shared occasional afternoons discussing the delights of the worlds they found therein, enjoyed flights of art and fancy, and shared theories and opinion on various books they enjoyed.

And though they were not the best of friends (for the boy was a few years older than the girl and their circles ran a bit differently at the time) they were still quite fond of one another. Still, in the natural "way of things," they lost touch for a little while.

This was important and necessary, because the girl still had growing to do (being very young still) and the boy was first discovering his footing through the world as a man.


Because of this, and because it was the trade of his father, the boy (now a young man) became a steel worker, and this he did for several years. The girl still had to finish high school and begin college.

But our now young-man was unhappy working with steel, preferring to swing it instead, and the girl, who was now a young woman, had more interest in saving damsels (and others) in distress rather than becoming one.

Both had been very affected by those books they had read at such tender age (and this, dear reader, should warn you that what you read you may very well become, so be very careful of what you let into your mind).

They each pondered the problem and despite the separation of time and space (for how did one become a hero-knight in a land where heroes were considered a fairy-tale found only in the books they had read, and steel in public frowned upon) they each hit upon the same solution.

And so it came to pass that one fine chilly spring morning, the young woman would walk into an ambulance base for her first day at this particular location and be assigned as a partner to the young man who had been her friend.

Such was the beginning of the order of the Tin Can Knights (and the Brotherhood of Blood, but that is another story).
Sunday, October 25, 2009 
So...I was watching a movie on cable a few months ago (yes, it's true - I very occasionally take a break) and I was so enamored with the art work, it inspired a complete story concept, new character, the whole nine.

Yesterday, I happened to watch the same movie again - and it hit me, I mean, really hard(!) what i wanted for the cover.

For those who've read Triskellion (part of the anthology Outsiders and available at BriskPress.com) you've briefly met Ren Toya (and if you've not met her yet, you're in for a good surprise).

This is her symbol - and the beginning of what will be her story.

Saturday, October 24, 2009 
Spent the majority of today writing, and one of the things my character was focused on was a toy from childhood and that special toy, small and worthless as it is, is invaluable to her. It's a key to so much...

It made me think about that one thing, the one special thing, that I have from a time almost before I have memory.

It's a pair of boats, simple boats, made of wood. One's painted green, the other a mustard yellow.

Both were made by my Dad, one for me, one for my brother. The paint on the bottoms of both is mostly worn off, but not the our names written in indelible ink.

It was only about a year and a half ago that my brother and I looked at them very closely and discovered that if you look carefully under the paint on the smokestacks, you can see, stamped and stenciled in tiny letters, that my father named those boats after our Mom.

What's your special toy? What's that one thing that you have that's the key to that special place, days of endless summer or never-ending dreams?


Friday, October 09, 2009 
What happens when you take five beloved, powerhouse authors, each with a unique voice and style, give them one word to work with, and put them between the sheets together, no holds barred? Magic!! Brisk Press presents Lynn Ames, Georgia Beers, JD Glass, Susan X. Meagher and Susan Smith, all together under the same cover with the aim to satisfy your every literary taste. This incredible combination offers something for everyone — a smorgasbord of fiction unlike anything youll find anywhere else. A Native American raised on the Reservation ventures outside the comfort and familiarity of her own world to help a lost soul embrace the gifts that set her apart. A reluctantly wealthy woman uses all of her resources anonymously to help those who cannot help themselves. Three individuals, three aspects of the self, combine to create balance and harmony at last for a popular trio of characters. Two nomadic women from very different walks of life discover common ground — and a lot more — during a blackout in New York City. A traditional, old school butch must confront her community and her own belief system when she falls for a much younger transman.Check out this video: Outsiders Trailer

Friday, September 04, 2009 
Final installment "Con" now up: http://jdglass.blogspot.com or get it portable and permanent on your kindle: http://www.amazon.com/Stuff/dp/B002A7WCC0/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1252063822&sr=8-3

Enjoy!
JD
Thursday, September 03, 2009 
From Katherine Kerr's yahoo group: "I'll be doing a reading from THE SILVER MAGE and of course signing books on 7 November at Borderlands Books in San Francisco. I don't know the time just yet." The bookstore also does mail order, and will send you a signed copy :-) http:​/​/​borderlands-​books.​com

Enjoy!

JD

JD's the lead singer and guitarist for The Charm Alarm, and author of Punk Like Me, Punk And Zen, Red Light, American Goth, and X. Graphic stuff: Sakura Gun [London] (Yuri Monogatari 6). Future? Triskelion (​Outsiders-​10/​09)​ & Vital Signs. JD doesn't sleep - she dreams.


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Wednesday, August 26, 2009 

Katherine Kerr, since I first discovered her in 1987, is not only one of my favorite authors (one whom I've very happily and faithfully followed throughout the Deverry Series -- the last book, The Silver Mage, will release this November 2009, from DAW Books), but also one who through her work has influenced just about every corner of my life (that being said, it's merely a happy coincidence that we both like the Sisters of Mercy). I'm humbly honored that she's taken the time to answer some questions, and very happy to be able to share those responses with you. Now on to the interview!


The favorite first question: What are you working on now?

     I have just finished a short "urban contemporary fantasy mystery satire on secret agent stuff" a farrago of sorts.  It needs revising, but I'd like to have a contract before I continue with it.  If that sells, I can see writing a couple more with the same main characters. 

 I'm also revising a long mainstream novel, CATCH THE SHADOWS, which I wrote in the early 1980s.  It didn't sell back then because one of the sympathetic characters is a gay man, and editors told my agent they couldn't buy anything with a sympathetic gay character in it.  Which was revolting.  But fortunately, the culture has changed enough that now his presence is considered a selling point!  Be that as it may, I've also learned a lot about writing since then, and I'm hoping to improve the structure and the prose of this story.  It was my first finished novel, and that definitely shows in the text.

 

When you first wrote Dagger Spell, did you envision that the series would be as encompassing as it’s become?

     Hah!  I thought I was writing a short story.  That original idea is now the end of Volume 6, where Carra walks into the inn and sees the two silver daggers at table.  As the story expanded, I thought it would be a trilogy.  As the backstory expanded, it just got longer and longer.  There are now 15 volumes.


Do you truly think/feel that “The Silver Mage” will be the final word forever and always on Deverry or do you think that someday, maybe, another story will come out/about, either as a novel or a short? 

            I honestly don't know.  I can see maybe writing a couple of short pieces, but the last time I tried to write a short piece in the Deverry world -- see the question above. :-) So I'm afraid to try.  I need a couple of years off, though, before I do.  I do have a Deverry short story coming out in December in an anthology, "The Phanton Queen Awakes," from Morrigan Press.  This particular story really should have been part of the revised DAGGERSPELL, as it sets up the revised DARKSPELL, but alas, it didn't decide to be born until last year.


What made you decide to group the different novels into a collection of “acts?”

            Sheer commercial thinking -- at first.  I heard so many readers announce that they never bought series books until "they all are out" that I decided to make sure they bought some early ones at least.  What readers don't realize is that by waiting, they may be ensuring that the last book in a series won't come out.  If the first books don't sell, publishers are ruthless about axing a series before it's finished.  

But as I continued writing, I realized that the series was naturally falling into the "acts", so I kept it up. Books 5-8, all published with "Time of -- " titles in the UK, are something of a natural set, for instance, as are the Time of Troubles past lives books, 9-11


What has been the hardest part of writing this series and how in the world do you manage to keep track of so many characters/storylines/incarnations so well?

     A. Finishing it.  The last couple of books had so many loose ends to tie up that they were almost an exercise in puzzle solving rather than fiction writing.  B.Charts.  Lots of charts.  And maps.    

Speaking of incarnations, while it’s a truism that every [main] character reflects the author in some way (and of course, is a complete persona unto themselves simultaneously), is there a specific character (or characters) that you think reflect(s) your voice most? Who and why?

            I honestly can't think of a single character who does.  Nevyn's views on social justice issues are mine, too.  I agree with Salamander that luxury's better than hard work, but also like Salamander, I wasn't born rich, so like him, I have to perform in the marketplace.  I certainly share Bellyra's intellectual interests in the history of places and the stories attached to them.           


What were the most difficult things to write about?

            The big battles.  I always planned those out on paper, using wargaming paper 'tiles' and a battle map marked in hexagons.  I used to wargame a lot, in my youth, so I had lots of old games lying around to cannibalize.  Once I had the battle planned, then came the job of deciding what the point of view character could see of it.  The hardest bit was giving the reader some idea of how the overall struggle went, because no one fighter in a battle really knows what's happening overall, unless they're on dragonback (or in an airplane or balloon etc.)....


Since you began this series, what have you seen change (for better and for worse) in the publishing world, especially for this genre? And as the world continues to (hopefully) evolve, what would you like to see more (and less) of?

            Everything's changed, quite simply. I sold DAGGERSPELL late in 1985 to Doubleday, a single publishing house at that time.  The terms were for a hardback and gave them the right to sell the mass market version to another house (Del Rey eventually)and keep 50% of the proceeds; this applied to DARKSPELL too.  Then came the Age of the Mergers, and the birth of the "hard/soft" deal, and other big upheavals in the structure of publishing.  The biggest change came when the tail, Marketing, began to wag the dog, Editorial.  Editors used to buy a book that they knew had quality, and then it was Marketing's job to sell it.  Now Marketing actually sits in on editorial decisions, which produces, in the worst cases, the equivalent of junk food for the mind.

The Internet's arrival in the mid-90s caused all kinds of panic and changes.  Keeping the series going became a major effort for me as editors and publishers played musical chairs in a state of hysteria.  Thank heavens for DAW Books!  Without them the series would have ended at Book 11, THE FIRE DRAGON, when new management at Bantam decided that my books were old news and cut them.  

Now a days the big question is why haven't E-books "taken off"? At the moment only about 7% of a novel's sales are in E-books, but no one seems to look at the price of the readers -- you have to pay a couple of hundred bucks for a reader, and then you have to buy the books on top of that. You can buy a book and read it in the sunlight for free.  Most people have enough intelligence to see the difference, but not the techies, I guess. 

     What I'd like to see more of is more respect for authors and editors.  The essence of modern corporate capitalism is contempt for the people who actually do the work while the managerial class snags the rewards, as recent events in the American economy show so bitterly.  Editors and authors both are underpaid these days in the big corporate-owned houses.

     Will the Internet change this?  Who knows?  I have no idea how things will shake out, whether the new form that publishing falls into after this hysteria-period will be good or bad. We'll all have to wait and see.


If you, knowing what you know now, could “go back” and change anything within your body of work, what would it be and why?

            The portion of DARKSPELL that deals with Alastyr.  The plot is all wrong, still. 


What’s a “typical” writing day like for you?

            There are 2 patterns.  When the writing is going badly, ie, when I'm stuck on some problem, I moan, groan, and play dumb games on the computer, then finally manage to get in a hour or so of work.  When it's going well, I'll write 6-8 hours a day.  Generally, though, I start by doing email, then by reading over and making small corrections to what I wrote the day before.


What do you yourself enjoy reading? What other writers would you say have been influences on your writing, and who do you feel kinship with in the sci-fi/spec fic writing community, if anyone, and why?

            A. These days it's almost all non-fiction, mostly history and archaeology. I used to read a ton of fiction; now for some reason I only read new things by my friends.  B. Proust and Henry James are, weirdly enough, the authors that have influenced me the most -- Proust for his interweaving of past and present, James because of his metaphors for mentation -- a real useful idea for writing magic.  Both of these would probably be horrified to find out what they've spawned in Deverry. :-)

C. Kate Elliott and Judith Tarr would be authors I feel kinship with.  They both have knowledge of and respect for the past, rather than just writing modern characters in fancy dress.  They both focus on the consequences of the characters' actions, too, rather than blithely glossing over the effects of say, war, violence, and sex without birth control.


How did you develop your pen name? Do you think that future work will also be in that same pen name, or—should you explore different genre—will you use another?

            My pen name is my legal married name, actually.  I took my husband's last name when I married because I was sick and tired of explaining how to spell my maiden name, which was Brahtin.  Notice that it is -ht- not -th- ? Very few people seemed to.  It's a Latvian version of a Germanic name -- my father was from a Latvian family.  AS for future work, if I finish revising this mainstream novel, I'll use a real penname for that.  I haven't decided on one yet, but it should say "lady novelist" somehow.  :-)


And finally, thank you. This series has meant a lot to many, many people over the years, and will continue to, whether or no another word is added to it. 

            Thank you!  It's very gratifying to know that people like something I worked on for -- ye gods! -- twenty-seven years.