I’m over at Word Whores this fine summer Sunday, talking about the vast vagaries of my To-Be-Read list, what I’ve recently finished and what’s up next!
A Peek at Jeffe’s TBR List
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I’ve been friends with K.A. Krantz for, wow, six years now? We’ve been critique partners and sister Word Whores all this time. And now she’s come out with her epic fantasy debut! SO excited for her!
So we took some time to pour some wine in our respective time zones and had an Instant Messenger chat about warrior heroines.
Jeffe: So, tell us about Larcout!
K.A. KRANTZ: Larcout is the story of a fire-warrior, who shields her slaves from the lethal amusements of her kin in hopes that protecting them will prove to the gods that she’s worthy of freedom from their mountain prison.
Jeffe: What is a fire warrior?
K.A. KRANTZ: most people have blood in their veins, Vadrigyn–our protagonist–has fire, and that fire demands domination and destruction.
Jeffe: so she’s a badass?
K.A. KRANTZ: Oh yeah. She can kill you with a touch thanks to venomous parasites that live in her hands.
Jeffe: nice
K.A. KRANTZ: As the only fire-warrior without wings, she’s had to learn to not only protect herself, but to standup for what and who believes in…which just happens to be her. Not unlike your warrior princess Ursula.
Jeffe: heh. Only Ursula had to train all her life for her warrior skills – no handy venomous parasites
K.A. KRANTZ: Oh, Vadrigyn’s had to train. She comes from a kill or or be killed society.
Jeffe: Aha! does she follow a particular martial system, as Ursula does? Ursula’s is tied in with the folowers of the warrior-goddess Danu, she of the bright blade and clear eyes
K.A. KRANTZ: Fire-warriors are the children of the Goddess of Instigation, the only feminine deity among five gods. There aren’t acolytes and priests in her native culture. They simply adhere to the demands of their essential fire. However, Vadrigyn is wingless because she’s a mixed-breed…a product of blood-being mother and a fire-warrior father.
Jeffe: sounds like a tricky relationship
K.A. KRANTZ: Let’s just say Mom doesn’t bake cookies. She’s a sociopath with magic of mind-control.
Jeffe: Ursula is mixed-breed, too, interestingly enough, with her Tala shapeshifter sorceress mother and (mostly) human father
Jeffe: Interesting that our warrior-heroines both have powerful mothers!
K.A. KRANTZ: We don’t do weak women.
Jeffe: No doubt part of why we are friends!
K.A. KRANTZ: LOL! True!
K.A. KRANTZ: But it’s important to show women with agency–whether they’re wielding weapons or using the strength of their character to pursue their happiness–it’s important.
K.A. KRANTZ: Did I mention, it’s important?
Jeffe: Important, you say?
K.A. KRANTZ: yeesh, lemme be a bit more redundant.
Jeffe: I’m totally keeping this
K.A. KRANTZ: you would
K.A. KRANTZ: ’cause it’s important
Jeffe: as a woman with agency
K.A. KRANTZ: and a wine glass
Jeffe: so, let’s talk about that – WHY is it important? ~slurps wine~
K.A. KRANTZ: There are rumblings out there that we — writers, we — are cementing a masculine woman as the ideal stereotype. She has physical strength on par with men. Excels in combat the same way as men. Views combat in the same way as men. We’re being accused of slapping tits on a dude and calling it “strong female protagonist.”
Jeffe: I’m restraining myself from making a nasty comment to that
K.A. KRANTZ: Yeah, I know you are ’bout to ‘splode over that notion.
Jeffe: Well, it’s RIDICULOUS. As if all of these male superheroes are totally believable. No, no – it’s PERFECTLY realistic for a guy to get bitten by a radioactive spider and become superhuman
K.A. KRANTZ: My answer to that is, “then you’re missing the entire scope of the internal conflict.”
Jeffe: Because the internal conflict is heightened and exacerbated by that tension between gender and ability?
K.A. KRANTZ: Yes. Because of external expectations of the surrounding characters (which may or may not reflect the expectations of certain readers). Vadrigyn spends the bulk of her life defining expectations because she looks like no one and nothing else.
Jeffe: Ah, interesting
K.A. KRANTZ: The only thing of which anyone is certain is that she’s a woman.
Jeffe: because no penis?
K.A. KRANTZ: Yep. They choose to make that her defining characteristic.
Jeffe: This is one of Ursula’s issues, too. She’s the heir to the High Throne, but grudgingly so. Her father really wanted a boy to succeed him. And all the jokes are that she sleeps with her sword and likes that better than having a man in her bed
K.A. KRANTZ: and if she’s not fucking anything with three legs, she’s less of a woman
Jeffe: That implication is there, yes, though there’s less stigma to it in her culture. Mostly she doesn’t hook up with *anyone* and no one can figure why. But then, many of the followers of Danu are celibate
K.A. KRANTZ: The issue of celibacy is an interesting choice to make for your character(s). Deliberate?
Jeffe: Well, as you know, I don’t do much deliberately. Ursula insisted on that truth. She has been celibate, but for other reasons. The High King wouldn’t allow her to take the actual vow. Though she would have, if she could
K.A. KRANTZ: It’s so interesting to balance the ramifications in our western sexually-driven society. For Vadrigyn, sex is a matter of domination, not a demonstration of intimacy
Jeffe: ooh, that IS interesting
K.A. KRANTZ: It’s something those around her fail to understand
Jeffe: does she have sex with males or females – both?
K.A. KRANTZ: Well, she has a small problem what with that fatal touch thing
Jeffe: oh RIGHT! eep
K.A. KRANTZ: but intimacy, actually experiencing true intimacy, is completely foreign to her. It’s a challenge with which she struggles throughout the book – non-sexual intimacy, that is. (and sometimes almost sexual)
Jeffe: she sounds like a very alone person – which is also Ursula
K.A. KRANTZ: I think loneliness is a result of taking the uncommon path
Jeffe: That’s a very good point
Jeffe: For Ursula, it’s also about protecting herself and others, which I think is consistent with many male warrior heroes. There’s always that sense of social isolation
K.A. KRANTZ: there’s a quote out there by Paul Tillich. “Loneliness expresses the pain of being alone and solitude expresses the glory of being alone.”
Jeffe: love it! So, let me ask you this – was it fun to write your warrior heroine?
K.A. KRANTZ: oh, fuck yeah
Jeffe: ha! tell me why
K.A. KRANTZ: there other women in the book, each strong in her own way, each vulnerable in her own way, but for Vadrigyn, she began as anti-hero. The story is told solely from her perspective, so she (hopefully) doesn’t come across as evil. But if you were an outsider living the results of what she does, you might think she’s less than admirable. And that was the fun part of writing her. As writers we’re always told to make sure our villains have their own valid, relatable reasons for doing what they do…
Jeffe: that brings me back to an earlier thread, about non-warrior women having agency, too. For example, my most-beautiful and most-spoiled princess, Amelia, is decidedly NOT a warrior – and not at all admirable to begin with
K.A. KRANTZ: Amelia may not wield a sword, but she is forced into certain conditions that demand bravery
Jeffe: yes! And that, to me, is really the crux – that finding bravery
K.A. KRANTZ: and she rises to the occasion(s), and I think that is what all women can relate to–rising to the call
Jeffe: Amelia wields a hairbrush, but she is a goddamn MASTER of it!
K.A. KRANTZ: Do not underestimate the damage a brush can do!
Jeffe: INDEED
K.A. KRANTZ: (Believe me, I have those kind of brushes)
Jeffe: Ha!
Jeffe: so, to wrap up. ARE we slapping tits on a male hero?
K.A. KRANTZ: I don’t think so. I like to think we’re challenging the definitions of femininity.
Jeffe: Which are arguably limited
K.A. KRANTZ: As long as our heroines are defined by more than who they fuck and how they look, then we’re making progress.
Jeffe: Right. The Bechdel Test is a good starting place, but it’s really the bare minimum
K.A. KRANTZ: Let me ask you this: if you changed Ursula’s name to Uri, and all her pronouns to “he”… would she read like a dude? Would The Talon of Hawk become a M/M fantasy romance?
Jeffe: Oooh, interesting question. No. No, I really don’t think so. Ursula is profoundly female in certain ways.
K.A. KRANTZ: That, I think is a test more authors should use.
Jeffe: I love this idea!
K.A. KRANTZ: I’ll be interested to know from the readers if V passes that test!
Jeffe: I’m so excited that this book is out in the world!
K.A. KRANTZ: Aww, bless you and thank you!
Jeffe: I read an early draft, and I’m really excited to see the final creation. I loved it then – I’m sure it’s stellar now
K.A. KRANTZ: It’s come a long way since you braved a full reading of it – “Hey, K.A. KRANTZ, it’s fun…but is there a …plot?”
Jeffe: lol! I said more than THAT
K.A. KRANTZ: lol, that’s true! very true
Jeffe: Well, you *asked*! And there’s a happy ever after – it’s out now! Check this out, peoples:
Blood-beings can be chattel or char. Fire seethes through the veins of every Morsam, demanding domination and destruction. Combat is a hobby. Slaughtering the inferior blood-beings is entertainment. Life is a repetitious cycle in the prison fashioned by the gods. But mix-race abomination Vadrigyn os Harlo suspects the key to freedom lies with safeguarding the blood-beings; until her blood-born mother uses foreign magic to turn the Morsam against Vadrigyn. Betrayed, bound, and broken, Vadrigyn struggles against the dying of her essential fire. The ebbing flames unleash the dormant magic of her mixed heritage… The magic to destroy free will. Seized by the gods and dumped in the desert nation of Larcout to stop history from repeating, Vadrigyn discovers her mother’s legacy of treason and slaughter still festers. To survive the intrigues of the royal court, the roiling undercurrents of civil war, and the gods themselves, Vadrigyn must unravel the conspiracy behind her mother’s banishment. But manipulating free will unleashes a torrent of consequences. If she fails the gods, she will return to the Morsam prison, stripped of all magic and all hope. If she succeeds, she can rule a nation. Kasthu. Roborgu. Inarchma. Live. Learn. Burn.
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When Writing and Life Collide
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I’m over at Word Whores, talking about balancing writing with real life responsibilities.
Please Speak Ill of the Dead
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The other day, David (aka “The Man”) said to me that he thought he wasn’t as good of a man as his father had been. His father died nearly two years ago now, and there were thoughts from the family on Memorial Day (he was a Marine in the South Pacific in WWII) and photos of visits to the cemetery. So I wasn’t at all surprised this was on David’s mind, nor that he felt that way.
Instead, I thought, “yep, right on schedule.”
Longtime readers of this blog likely know that my own father died when I was very young – three years old. That’s me with him above. He was an Air Force fighter pilot who went down in his F-4. I have two memories of him – and those are vague, brief snippets. Otherwise I grew up with the knowledge that he’d died and I hadn’t really known him.
Which means most everything I know about my father came from other people and what they told me about him. When I was a little girl, I thought of my dad as this amazing, saintly, superheroic man who could do not wrong. Smart, handsome, loving, shining integrity, brave… Flawless. As I got older, it became clear to me that he could not have been flawless. No human being is. The fault lay in the people who told me about him, because they gave me a relentlessly sanitized version of who he’d been.
You know the old saw – “Don’t speak ill of the dead.”
Once I figured this out, I got better at asking the right questions. I asked my mother and my dad’s brother what they hadn’t liked about my dad. What habits had driven them crazy. What was the biggest fight they ever had. My grandmother stubbornly refused to answer anything like this. My father had been an angel on earth and that’s all there was to it. But the other answers – once people got over their hesitation to be critical of a man who’d died tragically, much too young – those were the stories who fleshed out his character. For the first time in my life, I felt like I had a real sense of my father as a person.
It meant so much to me.
So, now, nearly two years later, I’m not at all surprised that David’s dad is looming large in his mind. A man of great character and accomplishments, who we all loved and miss greatly. But he wasn’t perfect. I reminded David of that and we talked about the things his dad did that drove him crazy, mistakes he’d made, the biggest fights they’d had. And that helped put things back in perspective.
In some ways we always measure ourselves in comparison to our parents. A difficult thing because that’s so difficult to do with any objectivity. Especially once a parent is gone and the cheerful whitewashing begins.
But I know I’m no saint – and neither was my father. I love him all the better for it.
Please Say Hi
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Another pic from the RT Convention. This was an amazingly lovely and delicious dinner organized (and chauffeured) by Alexandra Haughton. Also attending were lovely friends Carolyn Crane, Tamsen Parker and Megan Mulry. Love my writer friends! Spending time talking with them is one of my favorite things about conventions.
But so is meeting readers.
Which I’m not sure readers understand. This morning I saw a Facebook post from a reader who’s become a friend. She attended RT for the first time this year and commented that she came back with far fewer pics of her with authors than she’d thought – mainly because she hesitated to ask to take photos with them. She and I had lunch at the convention and she’d asked then what the etiquette was for approaching authors, asking for autographs, photos, etc. Apparently there was a newbie session where people outlined “The Rules” for this. It made me think of a time that a gal pinged me online and said we’d ridden in an elevator together and she’d been excited, but didn’t introduce herself because she wasn’t sure if she should.
Both of these things kind of hurt my heart.
Naturally I don’t – and can’t – speak for all authors, but the primary reason I go to reader conventions is to MEET READERS. I *want* readers to say hi, to ask for my signature, to have their picture taken with me. It’s flattering as all hell that anyone would want to. As far as I’m concerned, if I’m in a public space, I’m available to be approached. Maybe don’t stalk me to my room, because everyone knows that’s creepy which is why no reasonable person would do it, but otherwise PLEASE SAY HI.
Which brings me to another kind of weird thing that happened to me at RT. Several times, in fact. I should preface this with saying that I’m not good at faces. I don’t know why, but that’s always been the case. I’m the person at the table who has no idea what our waitress looks like. I remember names reasonably well and can associate them with Twitter handles and even bits of personal history, but I am terrible at recognizing people. Which means I sometimes introduce myself to people multiple times.
I’m sorry. I really am.
Still, I’d rather re-introduce myself than have no idea who a person is. So, I often use the gambit of saying, “Hi, I’m Jeffe Kennedy,” offering my hand to shake, which usually prompts people to either a) introduce themselves in turn, or b) tell me that we’ve met before. Both responses are equally good and, when I inevitably apologize for the latter, it’s almost always just fine by them.
But this year I seemed to have crossed some threshold where I got a different response, always from other writers. I bet it happened three or four times, maybe more. I introduced myself and they said, “Oh, I know.”
It was really disconcerting.
In one case, the other gal actually rolled her eyes. In all of them, it wasn’t said in a happy, excited-to-meet-you way.
On the one hand, this bothered me because in every case, I never found out who the other person was, at least not immediately. On the other… I dunno. It kind of hurt my feelings. I mean, the implication of was that of course everyone knows who I am, right? Which is so not true. It’s lovely to be recognized, but far from everyone does. Besides, assuming everyone knows who I am would be unforgivably egotistical, wouldn’t it?
This bothered me enough that, when I got home, I emailed an author friend who’s WAY more famous than I am to ask if this had ever happened to her. And she said it had, many times. It hurt her feelings, too.
I’m still not sure of the take-home message here. I mostly wanted to put this out there. Being recognized for achievements can be a weird thing because I think most of us still feel like the same person inside. I’m the gal who works from home, Tweets too much, hangs out with cats more than people, and interfaces with a keyboard all day. And who never knows which one is our waitress. I don’t feel like a particularly special person. At a conference, I want to meet other writers. I want to meet readers, bloggers, reviewers, industry folks. That’s why I go – to talk to people.
So… this might have been a little ranty. Am I wrong here? What should I say when this happens?
Local Reader/Writer Cons to Attend!
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Last week, to celebrate the release of THE TALON OF THE HAWK, I also released a prequel story to the series, NEGOTIATION, and set it to free. You can still download it free for a couple more days!
Our topic in the Bordello this week is Three Reader or Writer Cons/Events Near You (that you’d recommend). Love that Calendar Queen KAK tacked on “that we recommend.” I’ve bitched about cons I hated before, so it’s good to focus on the love.
Also, I’m going one step further and suggesting four!
The Talon of the Hawk Release Day!
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Lots and lots going on today!
WOW.
First off…
THE TALON OF THE HAWK IS FINALLY OUT!!!
People have been saying they’ve been looking forward to Ursula’s story since The Mark of the Tala first hit the shelves. Speaking of which, that book just finaled in Fantasy for FFP’s PRISM award.
Woo hoo!!!
In celebration of release day of The Talon of the Hawk, I’m also releasing the prequel story, Negotiation, as an ebook – and setting it free for a week!! This was previously in the Thunder on the Battlefield anthology. Download a copy! 🙂
Finally, I’m everywhere at once today. I’m at the Contemporary Romance Cafe, talking about the intersection of fantasy and contemporary psychology. Also, I’m at Here Be Magic, talking about why we need more superheroines.
The Talon of the Hawk
A HEAVY CROWN
Three daughters were born to High King Uorsin, in place of the son he wanted. The youngest, lovely and sweet. The middle, pretty and subtle, with an air of magic. And the eldest, the Heir. A girl grudgingly honed to leadership, not beauty, to bear the sword and honor of the king.
Ursula’s loyalty is as ingrained as her straight warrior’s spine. She protects the peace of the Twelve Kingdoms with sweat and blood, her sisters from threats far and near. And she protects her father to prove her worth. But she never imagined her loyalty would become an open question on palace grounds. That her father would receive her with a foreign witch at one side and a hireling captain at the other-that soldiers would look on her as a woman, not as a warrior. She also never expected to decide the destiny of her sisters, of her people, of the Twelve Kingdoms and the Thirteenth. Not with her father still on the throne and war in the air. But the choice is before her. And the Heir must lead…
Available May 26, 2015
Negotiation
//Working Up My TED Talk
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Let’s Talk About TALON!
//Wow – I can’t believe we’re almost to release day for THE TALON OF THE HAWK!
I’ve had this date in my calendar since my agent sold the trilogy in late 2012. It’s kind of like finally getting to go on an amazing vacation I started planning three years ago.
The most fun aspect is finally having people read the book – and talk about it! Here’s two great posts from the last couple of days.
Mala Bhattacharjee did an amazing First Look at Heroes and Heartbreakers.
And Veronica Scott has a terrific interview posted at the Sci-Fi Encounters column on the USA Today HEA blog.