anthimeria: Gears, some magnified (Gears)
. . . specifically, two weeks after DPI concluded.

The ceremony was lovely, even if saying goodbye to everyone I met was sad.  We were given one last book as a "graduation" gift, a hardcover Hemingway.  I hope to stay in touch with everyone, but I think we were all either beat or frantic after the Institute, since the e-mail list that was getting five to ten messages a day during DPI has fallen almost silent.  I'm certainly still pretty tired, but then I've been going nonstop since January (trimesters are awesome . . . except that I graduated with barely enough time to finish my DPI homework before getting on the plane in July).

In the weeks I've been home, I've mostly slept, written, and read.  This pleases me.  Oh, and job-searched.  But that's less fun.

I've finally decided on my next writing project. )

At least this has a title.  Or a workable working title, anyway.  Prospective series name: City in the Sky.  Book title: Skywatch.

anthimeria: Mask of feathers (Feather Face)
This is Marketing Week at DPI, and the sheer volume of stuff our wonderful lecturers bring with them is astounding.  The table outside our lecture hall is full of interesting goodies; breaks the students usually fill with useful things like going to the bathroom or talking to presenters has been taken up with ooh-ing and ahh-ing over the bookmarks, catalogs, advance reader's copies, posters, cover samples, and whatever other items left out for our perusal.

I'm all torn. )

Last week went by SO fast, and this week bids fair to go by faster.

anthimeria: Open book, says "sometimes you reach what's realest by making believe" (Books)
Midnight showings are fun.

What follows is an account of what happens when I have time to kill before a movie and a notebook. )

Despite today's jittery exhaustion and the unintentional nap I took after dinner, I had a great time.

Day One

Jul. 13th, 2009 10:43 pm
anthimeria: unicorn rampant, first line of Kipling's "The Thousandth Man" (Default)
Life is weird.

Brilliant opening line, eh?  Mostly I was thinking about life and weirdness because of the convenient intersection of creating this journal and attending the University of Denver Publishing Institute, which is (so far) about working as a creative person.  Since I'm a creative person in need of work (and with something like ten years of informal experience in editing and other facets of publishing), the program seemed like a good idea.

Day One: two brilliant speakers, connected with other attendees, including finding a few other spec-fic and YA fans, missed a train but still got to The Tattered Cover Bookstore in time to hear Diane Mott Davidson speak, and have been effectively in class since nine this morning.

Yep.  Twelve hours of class on the first day.

Okay, okay, so there were two snack breaks, lunch, and dinner, but there was no downtime.  I spent the entire twelve hours with other DPI students.  My feet are still killing me, even though today I wore the good shoes I bought last summer, when I went to San Diego Comic Con and walked all day for five days.  Next time I fly, I intend to wear those in the airport instead of the tennis shoes I wore this time.

This was intense for a first day, but I feel accomplished.  Not just because I survived, but because I engaged and took notes and learned a lot about the realities of being an editor, which will serve me well as an editor (or any of a number of other jobs we're going to study!) or as a writer.  Sometimes I found myself taking two or three different sets of notes: what the speaker was saying, my ideas for innovations in the areas they were talking about, and things to mind as a writer.

I definitely felt upbeat and challenged and inspired.  Good first day feelings.


anthimeria: unicorn rampant, first line of Kipling's "The Thousandth Man" (Default)
Lauren K. Moody

Positive Obsession

There is hope in error, but none at all in perfection.
--Ursula K. Le Guin

The universe is made up of stories, not atoms.
--Muriel Rukeyser

Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.
--Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr


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