It's WING NIGHT at the Village Pump, sort of a happy hour for chicken wings, 4 to 6. I could get used to this kind of living. Beer, wings, and internet. Oh, yeah. And the critiquing of novels is very good, helpful, and educational. But boy. Beer, wings,
I'm enjoying the week greatly here at Blue Heaven, on beautiful Kelleys Island off the Ohio shore of Lake Erie. It's raining like a mother, and will for the rest of the week, but I'm still having a wonderful time and learning a lot.
So tomorrow afternoon I fly out to Ohio for eight days of novel-critiquin' good times. This space will likely be pretty silent in the meantime. Looking forward to it, ❦ccfinlay! (And all you other Blue Heaveners out there.)
I'm part of the Brain Parade again at Meme Therapy. Today's topic: Science Fiction's Leaky Memes.
In which a young boy named Joseph spins a tall tale about angels, warriors, and golden treasure, and all and sundry learn why it's rarely the wisest of ideas to entrust the only copy of your manuscript to someone who doesn't like you.
I learn via Jeff Ford (❦14theditch) that Rick Bowes won the voting in the Million Writers Award for Fiction! Way to go, Rick! And of course, though it's old news by now, Jeff himself won an Edgar over the weekend for his excellent novel The Girl in the
Today I am part of the Brain Parade at Meme Therapy, along with Alastair Reynolds, Neal Asher, and Jeff Duntemann.
Electronic copies of two more new old stories have gone on sale at Fictionwise this week: * "Two Paths in the Forest Toulemonde" (Science Fiction Age, 1994) * "Why I Think I'll Be Staying Home Tonight" (Electric Velocipede, 2004) These are the last two stories that
Three blokes from England (well, one's Canadian, really) run a great little SF blog-and-podcast combo called Meme Therapy. They interviewed me for the blog, and the result has just gone live: http://memetherapy.blogspot.com/2006/04/william-shunn.html I recommend their podcast as well. I've
I am confirmed as a program participant for L.A.con IV, the 64th World Science Fiction Convention. I don't know yet what I'll be doing on the program, but I will be at the con in Anaheim all five days, from August 23rd to 27th.
In which Bill and his trainer Elder Fowler knock on many doors in search of elusive gold, stumbling at last upon a fairytale cottage and the irresistible enchantress within.
The Google logo today for Joan Miró is quite lovely. The more I read about the rescue operation for the passengers stranded on the Roosevelt Island tram a couple of days ago, the happier I am that I never did get around to riding it. █████ and I always talked about
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