From an article I was reading for work:
“According to Bandura (1994), there are four underling factors related to the development of self-efficacy: mastery experiences, vicarious experiences, social persuasion, and emotional states.”
Somehow I’m unsurprised that underling factors would be related to self-efficacy.
In novelly news, I remain in continued agent/publisher limbo for Downtown, but [...]
So, now that the first chapter of Downtown is completely rewritten (and I mean completely–instead of my main character sitting on a statue outside a party, she is now getting up to mischief at a magic show), I feel it’s time to ponder more important things.
What say you about smiley faces with noses? Take, for [...]
It got to 46.4C (116F) here yesterday, which is a record temperature–albeit something I’m not entirely sure we should be celebrating.
Jono came home from work early and whisked me off to a shopping centre to hide in the air-conditioning of a giant Borders (although there is a Borders just up the road from me, but [...]
Here I am with Downtown once again open in front of me. I’m doing a bit of slashing and hacking due to various kind suggestions. Well, when I say ‘a bit’, I’m looking at more of a massacre scale than a bop on the head.
I’ve found, much to my pained chagrin, that the best way [...]
Sam Tomaino reviews the latest issue of Shimmer in SF Revu. This issue contains my story ‘The Glass Girl Looks Back’.
L Timmel Duchamp reviews Paper Cities over at Strange Horizons. Another review of the anthology will go live on Strange Horizons on Wednesday, which might allow for an interesting point of comparison.
Novel edits [...]
In between prolonged bouts of procrastination and abject pessimism, I’ve been working on my next round of Downtown edits. I’m finding there’s actually a lot to like. I’m enjoying the book again, enjoying tormenting and hanging out with my characters. Working on a scene the other night, I realised that the [...]
I’m currently working through my third round of revisions for Downtown, and I’m finding that the re-writing and (and new writing) is feeling somewhat akin to valiantly trying to ride my bicycle up Brunswick Road (a small, but still vicious, cousin of Mt Everest) in the rain. With flat tyres. And no pedals.
I’ve made it through the second draft of Downtown, and am now readying myself for the adding in of the bunch of scenes and various things that assist in continuity and so forth that will comprise this next round of edits. I swept through the last twenty thousand words or so in a few days, [...]
A passage from Downtown, chapter 17
The air grew spindly with the whir of spoked wheels, that sort of hissing, whizzing sound for which a hundred onomatopoeic words are coined, as though someone were knitting together the salubrious thickness of nothingness, clacking and creating with such speed that each stitch became indistinguishable beyond the blur of [...]