In which boldness leads to a first discussion, the possible hues of areolae are considered, and Bill receives instruction as to when women's jewelry is not women's jewelry. (Step back, son -- give the man some whacking space.)
I've just received my Readercon schedule for this weekend: Friday 4:30 PM. Reading (30 min.) William Shunn reads from his novel-in-progress Inclination, a continuation of the novella of the same name that appeared recently in Asimov's. Saturday 2:00 PM. Kaffeeklatsch If you're
Extra! extra! I'll be reading at KGB on August 16th, together with Elizabeth Bear. News so fresh it's not even on the web site yet! I'm very excited, and will offer more details as the date gets closer. Hope to see you there!
In which Joseph Smith and his followers become acquainted with tar and feathers, while Bill hears things he wishes he hadn't from Katrina, his parents, Elder Fowler, and Sister Youtz.
My short story "Observations from the City of Angels" (originally published under a different title in Salon) has been selected for a future episode of the SF podcast Escape Pod. No word yet on which of their fine readers will narrate the story, but we'll know
In which Bill travels many precious kilometers to the town of Medicine Hat, where he learns important lessons in teenage drinking, misogyny, and the correctness of ratting out one's companion.
It was a jam-packed weekend. Most critically, I finished the long overdue final draft of a novelette called "Not of This Fold," which is about Mormon missionaries and alien first contact. That goes into the mail today, and means I can get back to my novel Inclination. The
Lauren McLaughlin has a science fiction short story, "The Perfect Man," in today's Salon. (An ad view may be required for full access.) Way to go, Lauren!
Geoff Landis just emailed me the URL to a Russian SF bibliography site I'd never seen before. Apparently I have a Russian translation I didn't know about, "á ÃÂÃÂèÃâ¢Ã⢠âÞç
Is it possible to be nostalgic for something that only happened a week ago? █████ and I were sitting out back in the dusk last night, me with a beer, she with a cigarette, the dog with a chew toy, and I was telling her about how if I felt this
Though I've been involved with local writers' group on and off in the time since, I hadn't attended a formal away-from-home writing workshop for nearly 21 years—well over half a lifetime, and all of my professional writing career. So it was with excitement and
In which Bill learns that, even when hand-delivered, not every message comes with a happy ending, and the vigorous application of common dust is considered as a harbinger of fiery doom.
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