Command Performance

In response to your many requests and pleadings, I will be doing a reading and signing in Seattle. Do you see the power of the Internets!

Here is when:

Saturday, October 14
3:00PM

And here is where:

Lake Hills Library
15228 Lake Hills Blvd.
Bellevue, WA 98007
425-747-3350

Now, I’m sure some of you in non-Seattle places will use this comment thread to plead for non-Seattle readings. Alas, that will not be possible in the forseeable future. Justine and I are traveling like MAD for the next few months (London! Thailand! Sydney!) and need our writing time.

But thanks for asking.

Also: If you’re coming, please post and say so! I need to see if we have enough people to interest a bookseller.

And tell your friends. Your Seattlite friends, anyway.

Thanks again for asking, and see (some of you) next Saturday.

Appearances

Hey, some quick news for those of you who haven’t noticed recent updates on my Appearances page. I’m going to be reading at the Jefferson Market Branch of the NYPL this Wednesday.

That’s in three days! And with many other excellent authors.

The details:

Wednesday, 4 October 2006, 6:00PM sharp
(Come early to get a seat!)

Teen Author Reading Night!
Coe Booth, Daniel Ehrenhaft, John Green, David Levithan,
Carolyn MacCullough, Leslie Margolis, Scott Westerfeld

Jefferson Market branch of the NYPL
425 Avenue of the Americas (6th Avenue)
6th Avenue and 10th Street
New York, NY

And the very next night, I’ll be appearing at Books of Wonder with anoter mob of fabulous authors. No, really:

Thursday, October 5, 2006, 5PM-7PM

Susan Cooper, Ellen Kushner, Gail Carson Levine,
Celia Rees, Delia Sherman and Scott Westerfeld

Books of Wonder
18 W. 18th St
New York, NY

And . . . there’s one last thing you can help me out with. What movie does the plot of So Yesterday remind you of? Like, what’s a hip, urban adventure to compare it too? Maybe a missing person caper of some kind.

I need to know!

Midnighter Names

A few days ago, Justine wrote a post about character names. She and I agree pretty much on this issue: We don’t stress out insanely about finding the one and only true name that magically brings a character to life. When I hear other writers talk about that stuff, I wonder if perhaps it’s a way of procrastinating to avoid the real work of getting inside character’s head. (That is, knowing their favorite breakfast condiment, shoe size, and relationship to Pluto.)

But people are fascinated with names, or at least the people who write me fan mail are, so without further ado . . .

Here’s the first episode of “Why I Chose the Names I Did,” which is all about my first YA series, Midnighters!

Jessica Day
Her working name was Gillian Flood, which I still think rocks. “Gillian” is the name of a pal of mine (who managed to get a law degree in the time it took me to write the whole trilogy: congrats!). Alas, my heroine’s name was destined to change.

The “Flood” went early on, in the proposal stage. Basically, an editor at the packaging house happened to have the last name “Flood,” and they found the confluence a bit weird. So someone chose “Day,” for obvious reasons—indeed, too obvious, some might say (including me). I didn’t raise much of a fuss at the time, because this was not where I wanted to fight my battles. So “Gillian Day” it was.

After the book was done, one of the higher-ups at HarperCollins decided she didn’t like “Gillian.” My frequent shortening to “Gill” sounded fishy to her. “Jillian” was proposed, but that spelling felt like a spike in my brain. The issue languished, and the book’s protagonist remained unnamed until late in the editorial process, when I not-so-brilliantly suggested Jessica/Jess as a replacement. (See directly below for why this was dumb.)

And thus Jessica Day was born.

Dess
Dess (no last name) was always named “Dess.” As she puts it in The Secret Hour, it’s supposedly short for Desdemona, but secretly short for “decimal.”

I think Dess’s name is perfect, quick-witted and math-geeky, just like her.

Alas, it friggin’ rhymes with Jess. I didn’t even notice this until an editor had run the Search-and-Replace right before the page proofs were produced for The Secret Hour. Egads! All those Desses and Jesses next to each other, causing eyeball fatigue! Some readers have written to say it makes their brain hurt, others don’t notice at all.

In Touching Darkness, I pay a swift homage to this issue:

Beth turned from her cooking. “You have a friend called Dess, Jess?”
“Yeah, it’s a mess.”

At least one highly visual reader said it got even worse for him when this next double-S feminine name was thrown into the mix . . .

Melissa
Melissa is the first of a Westerfeldian breed: interestingly crazy women whose names begin with M. Later in Midnighters we meet Madeleine, and readers of The Last Days will see the tradition continued with Minerva (more on her in a later episode of this show). Some might suggest that David’s mom in Uglies, Maddy, also fits this profile. That’s probably a bit unfair, though Tally might think otherwise.

But within the midnighters’ world, the m has tons of connections, which brings us to . . .

Madeleine
The initial M makes Madeleine a typographical sister to Melissa. Plus they’re both mindcasters, misanthropes, and malcontents.

But more importantly, a madeleine is a pastry with a history. Savor this, if you will . . .


photo credit: The Food Section

You see, a madeleine features heavily in Rememberance of Things Past, Marcel Proust’s book in which a man eating a madeleine has a memory flashback, vast chunks of the past skittering out of his mind for the next 800 pages, all because of the familiar taste. That’s right, it’s exactly the sort of effect that touching a mindcaster can have (and, of course, mindcasting uses tastes as its central metaphors for people’s thoughts and memories).

Cool, huh? Touching Darkness, and indeed the whole Midnighters series, is all about the rememberance of things past . . .

Pretentious? Moi?

Rex Greene
“Rex” means king, which makes the name pretty ironic at first. He’s supposed to be the leader of the midnighters, but he’s somewhat shaky, as kings go.

Of course, by Blue Noon Rex is more of a Tyrannosaurus Rex. Hah!

I have no idea where “Greene” came from.

Jonathan Martinez
Jonathan’s name also just came out of nowhere. Of all the characters, he’s the only one whose last name is a data point about him. After all, he’s Hispanic and has some plot-related knowledge of Spanish. (Also, it would be lame to set a book in Oklahoma without a Hispanic character, especially given the importance of history and colonization in the series.)

“Martinez” is pretty common, just as Greene and Day are. In fact, all the midnighter characters have vaguely generic last names, as if they’re just being slotted into historical roles handed down over the generations. But maybe that’s overthinking it . . .

Other Characters
Don Day: as in “dawn day”? An appalling combination that also didn’t occur to me until too late. Argh.

Beth: for some reason, the ultimate little sister name.

Jessica’s Mom: She has no first nameI What’s up with that? Well, Jessica is really much closer to her mom than her dad, so while she often thinks of him as “Don,” her mom is only ever “Mom.” A subtle but effective way to show family dynamics.

Constanza Greyfoot: I just love “Constanza” as a slightly overblown name for a comic character. And of course (spoiler alert!) her last name is a big deal in Books 2 and 3.

Cassie Flinders: Matthew Flinders was an early European explorer of Australia, where I started to write the series. Cassie herself is an explorer of the Blue Time. And Cassie? Well, “Cassie-Anne” was going to be my name if I’d been a girl. (Tell no one.)

Angie: is a friend of mine who was house-sitting for us while I wrote The Secret Hour. You see, I was telling her how to pay bills and fix the toilet via email, just as the Darklings told Angie what to do via . . . tile-mail. Or something.

That’s all I can think of. Are there any of your fave Midnighters characters I’ve missed?

Actually, that was fun. I’ll write soon about character names in my other books, ending up with The Last Days, of course. Which is (did I mention?) out now!

If you haven’t read the series and your interest is piqued, feel free to go buy Midnighters.

The Last Days OUT NOW!

WHAT are you doing reading this? You could be reading The Last Days!

Which is out now, by the way. Today.

Brilliantly timed to coincide with the release, there’s a long profile of me by David Hiltbrand in the Philadelphia Inquirer.

My fave quote:

His new book, The Last Days, is certainly vampire-enhanced. Set in a spooky modern-day Manhattan, it tells a story as old as time: five kids form a band, wanting only to become rock stars before the apocalypse arrives.

Hah! In addition to his dry sense of humor, Hiltbrand has also written the most complete profile of me in the public record. Even those of you who’ve scanned my Scott Facts page may discover some new biographical goodies. And ego-boost-wise, fantabulous author John Green says nice things about me, as does Philly teen librarian Sandie Farrell. Thanks to them, and to David, for a lovely article.

(Hmm, now how do I find a physical copy?)

Okay, now I’m off to spam everyone on my mailing list. But once more, just so you remember what TLD and the new Peeps paperback look like:

What? You’re still sitting there?

SFF World Interview

An interview with me has just hit SFF World.

Rob Bedford: To start off, can you give us the TV Guide version of Scott Westerfeld, the man and writer, as well as The Last Days?

Scott Westerfeld: The Last Days is about five teenagers trying to start a band during a zombie/vampire apocalypse. Old-school SF readers may detect an homage to Robert Silverberg’s “When We Went to See the End of the World,” about a bunch of upper-middle-class folks who don’t see the world ending around them. My teens aren’t nearly as clueless as Silverberg’s adults—because teens never are—but their single-minded focus on musical success as society crumbles around them is going for a similar comic irony. In a way, “getting famous” is their response to catastrophe; the twist is that they have exactly the right idea.

RB: It seems that, especially with The Last Days, music is a big influence on your work and part of your life . . .

For more of this interview, read on.

If you do, you will learn a new secret Big Thing.

O, Mighty Dump Bin

News from the wild: Uglies has its own dump bin!

For all you non-publishing industry types, a “dump bin” is one of those cardboard palaces that gives your novels their own little theme-home. Like Barbie’s beach house for books, sort of:

Dump bins are paid for by the publishing company, which humbly begs the bookstore (B&N, in this case) for the right to install them. They cost a lot, but they also attract a lot of eyeballs. Yay for S&S!

This bin was photographed in the wild by Diana Peterfreund, whose debut novel Secret Society Girl just came out last month. It’s a total page-turner about conspiratorial college hi-jinks. (Justine gives it a mini-review here.)

Special props to Diana for breaking the rules. For you see, you’re not allowed to take photos in B&Ns! They think we’re stealing their shelf arrangements, or something. (Stay as bad as you are, baby.) She’s also recently converted from Plutophancy, which is always good to see.

And also check out her hilarious account of having to outline a book for her editor, and her lovely review of the Midnighters series.

Now go buy things of hers and mine.

Pluto Update
The iceball is probably toast:

The bottom line, said the Harvard astronomer Owen Gingerich, chairman of the Planet Definition Committee of the union, is that in the new definition, “Pluto is not a planet.” —NY Times, Aug 23, 2006

Interview w/Me and Justine

As mentioned in the previous post’s comments, Little Willow just put up an extensive interview with me and Justine.

Willow’s a web designer, book reviewer, freelance publicist and journalist, and a long-time internet pal of ours. The interview is long and winding, and has many amusing details you won’t find anywhere else. Nothing too scandlous, of course, because we have no deep dark secrets. (None, I say!)

Anyway, Willow has her own comments thread, but you can talk about it here too.

Funny!

So I had big plans to continue my Elmore Leonard writing rules, but the heat in NY has reached Farenheit 741.5, the temperature at which it is only possible to read manga and graphic novels.

Luckily, other people are blogging about writing and are being extremely funny. Look on in awe as Maureen Johnson, author of The Bermudez Triangle and 13 Little Blue Envelopes, shows what it’s like to be on deadline with a book.

Pretty much like this:

Thanks to Justine for that link. And now I go back to Paradise Kiss.

My Life as a Poet

I am now a published poet! Here’s how it happened:

Many moons ago, my good friend John Scalzi announced that he was guest-editing an issue of Subterranean Magazine. His theme? Big Old Honkin’ Science Fiction Clichés!

Or as John explains:

Rocketships and orinthopters, Little Green Men and Amazon Women on the Moon, master computers flummoxed by simple logic, worlds where everyone wears the same silver tunics, everyone eating meals made from pills, people named “Ted-35” and “Jill QR7.” Yes. As writers we’re trained to run from them, because they’ve been done to death . . .

And yet John wanted a whole magazine full of stories based on sf clichés! But why?

You know how people get when they’re told they can’t touch something. It makes them want to get their grimy little paws all over that thing.

Hmm. It’s an interesting challenge: Can you take an old idea and make something new and fresh out of it?

Of course, done-to-deathness is a subject close to my heart. After all, I’ve written a vampire novel, a trilogy about a world where everyone looks the same, and another where time freezes. These are all sf/fantasy clichés, but I’ve enjoyed trying to breathe new life into them.

So I decided to submit a few science fictional haiku. But why poetry? And why haiku? Well, because:

(a) I’m chronically overworked, and haiku are short, and . . .
(b) “haiku” and “cliché” are both foreign words. Or something.

In any case, the issue is out now, and as you can see it is beautiful.

It contains eight haiku by me as well as 17 other stories, inlcuding works by Elizabeth Bear, Tobias S. Buckell, Allen Steele, and Jo Walton.

Here’s Scalzi talks more about the lineup. And here’s where you can order a copy of your own.

So in honor of this issue, all comments on this post MUST BE IN HAIKU. (That’s 5 syllables, 7 syllables, then 5 again.)

That is all.