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Genre Chick Interview: Cherie Priest

Cherie Priest is a displaced Tennessee Gal–she may live in Seattle now, but she was born & raised in the South, so we still claim her as one of our own. Similarly, the setting for her new steampunk novel Boneshaker is the Pacific Northwest, as opposed to the Southern settings of Four and Twenty Blackbirds and Fathom (Tennessee and Florida, respectively). We’re also super excited about Cherie’s new ventures in the shared world of the Wild Cards series, edited by George R.R. Martin. I saw Cherie recently at Penguicon in Detroit–she’s a beauty, a ball of energy, and looks great in costume. I took the opportunity to open her skull and pick her brains a bit, just to see what makes her tick. You know…like I usually do.

Corsets and Goggles and Superheroes, oh my!

Alethea Kontis: What’s the most difficult part of a steampunk costume?
Cherie Priest: Integrating color. My friend Jess Nevins says that steampunk is what happens when goths discover brown, and he’s at least partially right–but the Victorians loved loud, tacky color, and so do I.  And although I appreciate a good charcoal outfit that sucks up all the light in the room, sometimes you just want to get a little festive.  Fortunately, it’s easy and fun to add a certain “Ringling Brothers” vintage carnival element with the help of stripes, oranges, reds, and golds.  Add some colored petticoats and skirt lifters, and you’re good to go.

A lot of people think that the corset must be the hardest part, but it really isn’t.  If you have a good, properly fitting corset with serious, sturdy boning (steel or fiberglass), after the initial shock of getting the thing on correctly, they’re quite comfortable over the long haul.

AK: What’s the best way to remove coal stains from a corset?
CP: If Oxyclean doesn’t do it, then I say just smudge the rest of it down with charcoal for an old-fashioned, blue-collar working-class look.  It’s not a bug, it’s a feature!

AK: What should one look for in a decent pair of aviator goggles?
CP: It depends on if you’d like a pair to wear, or a pair to stick on a hat for an accent.  If you’re looking for a wearable pair, you don’t want something too hot; avoid fur-lined or rubber-sealed lenses, and look for something with a more open, spectacle-style design if possible. Even a nice light foam rim will get sweaty in time.  Also, adjustable straps are a must, because what’s comfortable at breakfast won’t be comfortable at suppertime.  And make sure the lenses aren’t tinted too darkly, unless you’re using them as sunglasses and plan to spend all day outdoors. Eye strain isn’t sexy on anyone.

If you just want something to mount on a top-hat, then pretty much anything goes except fragile pieces that might not survive the height, any dancing, or the constant pull on the strap. Vintage goggles are awesome (I have a WWII pair, myself), but you have to treat them a little more gently.

AK: Make-up or no make-up when wearing goggles?
CP: I always wear make-up under the goggles, because I never wear them very long.  More than a few minutes on the eyes, and they leave a goofy raccoon ring impression that takes forever to fade.  So I tend to just keep them up on my forehead, or on the front of a hat.

AK: Have you ever been up in a hot air balloon?
CP: Now that you mention it, I haven’t …

AK: Who’s the craziest character in your family?
CP: Oh, I’d better not go there.  Besides, my family is stuffed with so many bananas, how could I pick just one?

AK:What sort of historical research did you have to do for Boneshaker? How was it different from Four and Twenty Blackbirds?
CP: Well, I started by taking the Seattle Underground tour nearly a dozen times, and generally getting to know my way around Pioneer Square downtown (which was easy, since I worked there for about six months).  Then I nabbed every bit of weird local history I could find, including strange ghost stories and bizarre historic characters, and started stalking the cemeteries for names and peculiar facts.

Finally, I made up a bunch of stuff about zombies and decided I’d stick a big wall around the place.  It was really a lot of fun.

Four and Twenty Blackbirds (and the subsequent Eden books) are all set in a real city in the real present, though there are definitely fantastical elements peppering them throughout.  But Boneshaker is an alternate-history version of Seattle, set around 1880.   And beyond that, there are plenty of more general thematic differences.  For example, Eden’s books are about Eden and maybe a couple of other people; they’re very tightly focused–but Boneshaker comes with a cast of thousands and a sprawling backdrop of historic weirdness.

AK: What’s it like working in the Wild Cards universe?
CP: It is awesome and terrifying.  This is a world where there have already been about 20 books written over the last 25 years or so, not to mention entire role playing games and reference volumes of world canon.  Sometimes it feels so huge that I have no idea how to start writing; I’m afraid I’m going to fictionally step on someone else’s character, or mess up something in the canon continuum, or do something that breaks the rules of the Wild Cards universe.

But at the same time, it’s very rewarding and I’m learning a lot. I’m not quite halfway through my portion of the next Wild Cards mosaic (Fort Freak), but I’m quite frankly very proud of what I’ve got so far.

AK: As a successful blogger with a significant online presence, what are your thoughts on Twitter, Facebook, and other social networking sites?
CP: I really like Twitter, I’m indifferent to Facebook (though my Twitter feed crossposts there), and I just deleted my MySpace account a few weeks ago, because it gave me nothing but porn spam and band spam.  I have a livejournal too, though my “proper author webpage” crossposts there these days–so although I do participate in a lot of online social sites, I double-up to save energy.

I moved around quite a lot when I was a kid; I went to about eight schools all told, and I lived all over the country … so it’s always neat to reconnect with people I knew back in the day.

AK: You’re working on so many projects…what *aren’t* you doing in the next six months?
CP: I am not sleeping, not keeping my apartment from falling into squalor, and not quitting caffeine like I’d been planning.  But really, it’s better to have too much work than not enough.  I’m always happiest when I have things in the queue; I don’t know what to do with myself when I don’t have a deadline looming.

AK: If you could be any superhero, who would you be and why?
CP: I used to have Wonder Woman Underoos, so she’s the immediate favorite that comes to mind–even though I never liked her background story and until Lynda Carter got hold of her, no one seemed to do anything very interesting with her.  My ambivalence is rooted in the old dilemma of being a girl who loves superheroes… back when I was a kid in the seventies, there was just … Wonder Woman.  That’s all.  So if you wanted to play superheroes with your cousins and friends, well, that’s who you had to be, even if you didn’t like her very much.  Therefore, I eventually acquired a defensive affection for her–and I’ll fight to the death anyone who calls her crap.

Even so, sometimes when I can’t sleep or I get bored while stuck in traffic, I fantasize about actually, formally, thoroughly rebooting her franchise. And it’s the only time I ever consider writing anything like fanfic.

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One, Two–Princes Who Adore You

Know what’s awesome?
Jamie & Bobby Deen.

Paula Deen‘s sons, in case you’re not familiar. They were late for their visit here, but they were worth every minute. Such kind, jovial, down-to-earth Southern gentlemen–they made you want to pull up a rocking chair and offer them some sweet tea. The folks here could have talked to them all day…and I had the sense that they wouldn’t have minded one bit.

As soon as Jamie mentioned he had a three-year-old son, I made a mental note. I made a beeline to the front of the autograph line so I could hightail it back to my desk and personalize a copy of AlphaOops for him. I like being able to give the house authors who come here a gift for their children. I know–as authors themselves–they really, really appreciate it. And they did. Before my staff meeting I snuck back in to the signing while Bobby was between books and slipped them my offering so as not to interrupt the flow of other folks who deserved their attention. I was thanked with appreciative smiles.

So yeah. Know what’s awesome?
Jamie & Bobby Deen.
Know what’s even more awesome?
Getting pulled out of a staff meeting for a personal thank-you hug from Jamie. He told me he’d be looking for the sequel next year.
I believe him.

PS — if you want to catch Jamie & Bobby — they’re signing tonight at the Davis-Kidd in Nashville!

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What I Did Last Night

I bought the masks at Michaels almost a month ago ’cause I thought they were cool, but I didn’t know what to do with them. I blame Janet Lee (

) for putting Wonderland on my brain. I am really, really happy with how cool and creepy they came out.

Next, of course, will be Glinda and the Wicked Witch.

Edit: Just to be clear, I painted and decorated these. The original masks were simply plain papier mache.

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The Princess & The Dragon*Con (2 of 10)

Number Two of the Dragon*Con Top Ten:
Assimilating the Twitterverse

Twitter existed last Labor Day weekend, but it was about as prevalent then as the iPhone. Now that most of the appleminded have wised up and we’re all jacked in,  the Twitterverse was alive and well in the fourth dimension. I tagged all my own tweets with the #dragoncon hashtag, and in the wee insomniac hours before my roommates rose from the dead, I would click on #dragoncon to see what everyone else was saying and doing.

What parties had just ended? What concerts were going on tonight? What cool costumes were floating around? What great panels had I missed? How many people had already stopped at Starbucks and were sitting in the Shatner/Nimoy line? What time were the Thriller dance rehearsals? How much was it to get Patrick Stewart’s autograph? Getting to experience the convention through so may other people’s eyes WHILE CURRENTLY EXPERIENCING IT MYSELF was a bit mind-blowing. And excessively cool.

Before I knew it, I was responding to the tweets of perfect strangers. One girl mentioned that she was dressing up as Rose from the 60′s episode — I asked her if she’d worn the same thing to the parade yesterday because I’d noticed that costume. Turns out…it was her! I complimented her on the pink dress, and we commiserated about how we don’t get to watch the parade anymore now that we’re in it. One guy boasted about being part of the Crazy 88s that poured down the escalator during the sold-out Steampunk Ball and entertained everyone who couldn’t get in. I had ordered Kit to take a picture of the group — they looked spectacular, and I told my new friend Will so. He invited me to get in the picture next year, and I took him up on the offer.

The thing was, these weren’t perfect strangers. At any other convention, these would probably have been the folks I found myself hanging out in the lobby with until 2am. Thanks to Twitter, I got to spend my free time seeing the convention through their eyes. I got to make friends with people I might have bumped into many times over the last thirteen years–people who might have been across town…or in the very next room.

We live in an age where people are almost afraid to walk down the street and meet their neighbors…but there are people out there–kind, like-minded people–just waiting to be met. Despite the alien disguises we might don, we’re all human. And, as Twitter only further proves, at Dragon*Con, we’re family.

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The Princess & The Dragon*Con (2 of 10)

Number Two of the Dragon*Con Top Ten:
Assimilating the Twitterverse

Twitter existed last Labor Day weekend, but it was about as prevalent then as the iPhone. Now that most of the appleminded have wised up and we’re all jacked in, the Twitterverse was alive and well in the fourth dimension. I tagged all my own tweets with the #dragoncon hashtag, and in the wee insomniac hours before my roommates rose from the dead, I would click on #dragoncon to see what everyone else was saying and doing.

What parties had just ended? What concerts were going on tonight? What cool costumes were floating around? What great panels had I missed? How many people had already stopped at Starbucks and were sitting in the Shatner/Nimoy line? What time were the Thriller dance rehearsals? How much was it to get Patrick Stewart’s autograph? Getting to experience the convention through so may other people’s eyes WHILE CURRENTLY EXPERIENCING IT MYSELF was a bit mind-blowing. And excessively cool.

Before I knew it, I was responding to the tweets of perfect strangers. One girl mentioned that she was dressing up as Rose from the 60′s episode — I asked her if she’d worn the same thing to the parade yesterday because I’d noticed that costume. Turns out…it was her! I complimented her on the pink dress, and we commiserated about how we don’t get to watch the parade anymore now that we’re in it. One guy boasted about being part of the Crazy 88s that poured down the escalator during the sold-out Steampunk Ball and entertained everyone who couldn’t get in. I had ordered Kit to take a picture of the group — they looked spectacular, and I told my new friend Will so. He invited me to get in the picture next year, and I took him up on the offer.

The thing was, these weren’t perfect strangers. At any other convention, these would probably have been the folks I found myself hanging out in the lobby with until 2am. Thanks to Twitter, I got to spend my free time seeing the convention through their eyes. I got to make friends with people I might have bumped into many times over the last thirteen years–people who might have been across town…or in the very next room.

We live in an age where people are almost afraid to walk down the street and meet their neighbors…but there are people out there–kind, like-minded people–just waiting to be met. Despite the alien disguises we might don, we’re all human. And, as Twitter only further proves, at Dragon*Con, we’re family.

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Because it’s Freaking Funny, that’s why.

Just click the dang link already.

(courtesy of Diane Duane. Yes, THAT Diane Duane.)

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The Princess and the Dragon*Con (part 1 of 10)


This entry would have happened earlier, but as many of you know (how many mothers do I have on Twitter?) I came home from Atlanta and promptly got horribly sick. In the last week I’ve caught up on a lot of TV…and I relived Dragon*Con. I searched YouTube for recordings of the parade. I posted all my pics to my photo album, looked through Chris’s and Judy’s, and waited patiently for the fan photos that tagged me on Facebook (okay — which one of you thought I was Sherri’s niece?). I unearthed the famous Thriller video. And I made notes. There’s no way I can ever write a con report that would do this year’s Dragon*Con justice. Last year, I did a top-ten list. Hey! A top-ten list sounds like an awfully good idea, doesn’t it? Let’s start with number one:

 
1.)  Wait…it’s OVER?!? Thirteen years ago, my boss at Waldenbooks dragged me to my first science fiction convention — a little place called Dragon*Con. (I say "little" because it was only in two hotels: the Westin and one other.) One of the first hard-and-fast realizations that hit me was the One Universal Truth of Dragon*Con (apart from: "You have to go down to go up") was that it was impossible to do everything. There was just no way. You had to pick a few authors you really wanted to meet, a few stars you really wanted to see, a few panels you really wanted to attend, and everything else was a bonus. In fact, over the years I found that the more I didn’t plan, the more fun I had. Bonus.

A few years ago, the dynamic changed. I started running with Sherrilyn Kenyon’s crew. Derek got me invited as an official guest so that I could moderate the "Hour With Sherrilyn Kenyon" — a panel that inevitably packed the Goth track room to its gills every year. The Dark-Hunter Companion hit the streets. I started walking with the Dark-Hunters in the parade. Derek asked me onto other panels. I became friends with some of the staff. They recognized me in the green room. Even after all that, I was surprised when I got my schedule emailed to me to find that I had four panels, an autograph session, and a reading. I suddenly felt like somebody, and it was a little scary.

I shifted my priorities a bit and concentrated on the one thing I wanted to do — hang out with my roommates Chris (Kit) McCormick and Leanna Renee Hieber. Kit and I have known each other since I was 10 (see also: The High School Reunion essays). Leanna and I met a few months ago at BEA, which seems ridiculous even as I type it. Our souls have known each other for a lot longer. This was her first Dragon*Con, and the first time I’d been able to spend quality time with Chris in forever and a day. My first priority was them. My second priority was my schedule. Everything else would be a bonus.

Only…when one is in the parade, one doesn’t get to see the parade. When one is required to speak on panels, one cannot stand in line to attend any others. When one’s autograph session runs an hour long, the Walk of Fame shuts down before one is able to get over there. I hoped I would run into random celebs in the green room or at various parties. Other than Paul McGillion and a brief Anthony Daniels sighting, the only famous people I got to hang out with were the ones I already knew. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. But at a con the size of Dragon, one does look forward to making impressive new friends.

At the very least, I walked the Art Show. I bought one piece of art from a new artist. I saw both Exhibit halls and bought both a corset and a Buffy skin for my iPhone (thank you, Pendragon and Dark Horse, respectively). I never saw Felicia Day or William Shatner. I never got to tell Jason Momoa my funny story. I did not have my picture taken with the Doctor Who costume crew (though we did catch a great 10th Doctor on the first day). I did not participate in the world-record-breaking Thriller Dance. And I did not set foot in the Walk of Fame. 

The second I drove up to the Atlanta skyline I took a picture, savoring the moment of anticipation because I knew it would be over sooner that I wanted it to be…and I was right. I had prepared for MONTHS, and here it was, and we were going to have a fabulous time. And we did. A time beyond measure.

The part I didn’t count on, however, was that because I had left so much undone, up until yesterday I didn’t feel like I had actually gone to the convention. It was a really weird feeling.

Especially because my convention experience was in absolutely every other way AWESOME.

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The Princess & The Dragon*Con (part 1 of 10)


This entry would have happened earlier, but as many of you know (how many mothers do I have on Twitter?) I came home from Atlanta and promptly got horribly sick. In the last week I’ve caught up on a lot of TV…and I relived Dragon*Con. I searched YouTube for recordings of the parade. I posted all my pics to my photo album, looked through Chris’s and Judy’s, and waited patiently for the fan photos that tagged me on Facebook (okay — which one of you thought I was Sherri’s niece?). I unearthed the famous Thriller video. And I made notes. There’s no way I can ever write a con report that would do this year’s Dragon*Con justice. Last year, I did a top-ten list. Hey! A top-ten list sounds like an awfully good idea, doesn’t it? Let’s start with number one:



1.) Wait…it’s OVER?!? Thirteen years ago, my boss at Waldenbooks dragged me to my first science fiction convention — a little place called Dragon*Con. (I say “little” because it was only in two hotels: the Westin and one other.) One of the first hard-and-fast realizations that hit me was the One Universal Truth of Dragon*Con (apart from: “You have to go down to go up”) was that it was impossible to do everything. There was just no way. You had to pick a few authors you really wanted to meet, a few stars you really wanted to see, a few panels you really wanted to attend, and everything else was a bonus. In fact, over the years I found that the more I didn’t plan, the more fun I had. Bonus.

A few years ago, the dynamic changed. I started running with Sherrilyn Kenyon’s crew. Derek got me invited as an official guest so that I could moderate the “Hour With Sherrilyn Kenyon” — a panel that inevitably packed the Goth track room to its gills every year. The Dark-Hunter Companion hit the streets. I started walking with the Dark-Hunters in the parade. Derek asked me onto other panels. I became friends with some of the staff. They recognized me in the green room. Even after all that, I was surprised when I got my schedule emailed to me to find that I had four panels, an autograph session, and a reading. I suddenly felt like somebody, and it was a little scary.



I shifted my priorities a bit and concentrated on the one thing I wanted to do — hang out with my roommates Chris (Kit) McCormick and Leanna Renee Hieber. Kit and I have known each other since I was 10 (see also: The High School Reunion essays). Leanna and I met a few months ago at BEA, which seems ridiculous even as I type it. Our souls have known each other for a lot longer. This was her first Dragon*Con, and the first time I’d been able to spend quality time with Chris in forever and a day. My first priority was them. My second priority was my schedule. Everything else would be a bonus.



Only…when one is in the parade, one doesn’t get to see the parade. When one is required to speak on panels, one cannot stand in line to attend any others. When one’s autograph session runs an hour long, the Walk of Fame shuts down before one is able to get over there. I hoped I would run into random celebs in the green room or at various parties. Other than Paul McGillion and a brief Anthony Daniels sighting, the only famous people I got to hang out with were the ones I already knew. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. But at a con the size of Dragon, one does look forward to making impressive new friends.



At the very least, I walked the Art Show. I bought one piece of art from a new artist. I saw both Exhibit halls and bought both a corset and a Buffy skin for my iPhone (thank you, Pendragon and Dark Horse, respectively). I never saw Felicia Day or William Shatner. I never got to tell Jason Momoa my funny story. I did not have my picture taken with the Doctor Who costume crew (though we did catch a great 10th Doctor on the first day). I did not participate in the world-record-breaking Thriller Dance. And I did not set foot in the Walk of Fame.

The second I drove up to the Atlanta skyline I took a picture, savoring the moment of anticipation because I knew it would be over sooner that I wanted it to be…and I was right. I had prepared for MONTHS, and here it was, and we were going to have a fabulous time. And we did. A time beyond measure.

The part I didn’t count on, however, was that because I had left so much undone, up until yesterday I didn’t feel like I had actually gone to the convention. It was a really weird feeling.

Especially because my convention experience was in absolutely every other way AWESOME.

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Post-con Princess

This is the scene in my dining room.

It’s looked this way for a week now, because I came home sick from Dragon*Con AND I’M STILL SICK. I’m a healthy person. I’m not used to these illnesses that take two weeks to clear up. After seven days I have to admit…this is driving me nuts. Granted I’ve caught up on pretty much all the TV I’ve ever wanted to watch — my two new favorite shows are "Castle" and "Lie To Me" — Nathan Fillion just makes us authors look GOOD, and Tim Roth is, well, TIM ROTH, only he Hugh Lauries it up a bit.

There’s a Dragon*Con Top Ten post coming. I have notes and everything. I’ve even started writing it. But I also have to get back to other work, and I don’t want to leave you guys hanging.

So here are my pics from yes, the Best Dragon*Con Evar, and here are my best friend and Con Roomie Chris McCormick’s. The Sideshow was standing room only. The Hour With Sherrilyn Kenyon had over 1000 people. Our signing lasted two hours. The parade was marvelous.

And I still maintain it was worth every minute of my current misery.
*sneeze*

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Sideshow Flyer

Made of Awesome. Thanks, Chuck! xox

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