Ineffective Nut Pentagrams Fail To Repel Spirit Squirrels

Sold a story to an Australian science fiction magazine almost two months ago — and then it slipped my mind completely. I’m supposed to do an audio version as well. Oops.

Winter Issues

I’ve got two stories coming out in two magazines.  Both publications label the forthcoming issues “winter issue.” That’s fitting; I’ve had “winter issues” since I was a kid. I hate snow, hate cold, and complain eloquently and bitterly every time I have to scrape ice off my car.

“Defender of the Flesh” will be appearing soon in Bewildering Stories. “Tale Without Fairies” will be in Syntax & Salt.

Armadillocon III

Much to get caught up on, since ARMADILLOCON is over and I am back in my chaotic hideyhole. Networking, panels, workshops, poetry about chupacabras and roadkill, robots, vampires, gravity — it was a maelstrom of nerdy nirvana. Thanks to Dave Chang of Space Squid for the generous hospitality and for introducing me around to the community. It was great to be around people who are submitting to the same markets, facing the same dilemmas (how do you develop a character arc for a robot?) and starting their own interstitial avocation singularities. I feel renewed and reset.

Then it was off to Utah, where the warm and warped Elizabeth Swanstrom and Scott Svatos showed me where the tops of mountains are. We doctored old children’s books into obscene lovecraftian surgery texts, drank buckets of good coffee, stood in awe of the Mormon Spaceship.

I am home. Back at work. But horrible plots are afoot…watch this space…

Armadillocon II

Arrived in Austin 9:50 local time. But I’d left Madison at 2:15 AM. Have not slept, except fitfully on buses and planes.

Walked all over downtown Austin. Tried breakfast tacos at two different locales. Ended up at Bookpeople where I stayed for about five hours, intermittently dozing behind the shelves and blowing my travel budget sky high.

Convention started 20 minutes ago; just the opening ceremonies. Will get over there shortly.