Carrie Vaughn: Door Number Two

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I am always ready to defend the galaxy, in retro style.

Note from the author:

This is all the random stuff that doesn't fit anywhere else. I've been keeping this site for six years, and it's just amazing what accumulates. Photos, broken links. You know--random stuff. I also seem to be the only writer in the world who doesn't have a blog, because frankly, I can't believe anyone's all that interested in how many words I wrote today, or how depressed I am about the current administration, or...yeah, I have a whole essay about why I don't have a blog.

Which brings me to Door Number Two. Maybe I'll post that essay about why I don't have a blog someday. Maybe I'll post that one about why I love Captain Power and the Soldiers of the Future. Or that picture of me at Shiprock. If I do, it'll be here. Check back now and then to see what's new.

Thanks for visiting.

UPDATE: Er, um... Well, I now have a blog. The reason: I found an angle. (I think good blogs need an angle, or they're just rambling.) Everything in a writer's life goes into the mix at one point or another. The question "Where do you get your ideas?" is baffling to most writers because the answer is: everywhere. So it's tangentially a blog about writing, but more a blog about ideas.

Here are some of the old pages/links which may or may not change soon :

Rosie
Photos
Cecily de Heselington's Miscellany

My good friend Andrea just sent me a shiny new dictionary. I'm very happy about this. Why? Because that's my old dictionary, on the right. The poor thing shall be retired with dignity.

This is my dog, Lily (aka Lady Lillian Fizzgig Mogwai Yapmeister), the smiliest dog in the world.

She's a three year old miniature American Eskimo dog.

Some more old stuff: My desks, frozen in time.

The New Desk
June 2004

(I've forgotten which file is on screen. Probably either a novelette called "Real City," or "Celia West: Girl Hostage," which is turning into a sprawling superhero thingy.)

My recent loss kicked my ass into making a whole bunch of changes. As I understand it this is a natural response to grief and such. In fact, my responses to losing Rosie have been pretty textbook. Two weeks of denial, for which I am grateful because it allowed me to see "Hidalgo," which opened the week after, without completely freaking out (aside: I really enjoyed it, in spite of its dubious historical credentials). Then I had a week of utter despair, triggered by accidentally finding the little white angel horse that my housemates had intended on giving me months before, but they were waiting for the right time (aside #2: they felt really bad about that).

Then I started working out. You should see my biceps.

Therapists would probably have told me not to be hasty about any big decisions. But I also decided I really, really, really…let's make that one more really…needed an office. So I moved. I can now spin my chair in a complete circle without hitting anything. Very important.

This is where I work, at least how it looked January 2003 when I was figuring out how to use the digital camera. The font of creativity, as it were. Messy, no?

UPDATE: Kitty and the Midnight Hour is finished and under representation.

ANOTHER UPDATE: I moved. I got rid of the desk. My workspace doesn't look like this anymore. More updates later.

The annotations:
1. The all powerful computer. Currently on screen is the file for the novel I'm working on, Kitty and the Midnight Hour, based on my Kitty werewolf character. My computer top buddies include the rubber spider woman, a plastic soldier, and a gargoyle.
2. This is the photo of the moon taken by my astrophysicist friend, Ben Sugarman.
3. The postcard of Sylvia Plath that Eric Witchey sent me, hiding behind a box of checks.
4. My Dendarii Free Mercenaries Official Staff Vehicle bumper sticker.
5. Max and Yaz's early birthday present to me: the 12" single of Soft Cell's "Tainted Love/Where Did Our Love Go," the nine minute mix, which I've wanted for ages.
6. The Outlandish Herald, the regional SCA newsletter, sitting under a box of chocolate covered cherries and a bunch of bills.
7. Katherine Briggs' Encyclopedia of Fairies.
8. Sword and Sorceress XVII, which includes the first pro fantasy story I ever sold.
9. The handwritten outline and notes for Kitty and the Midnight Hour.