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Happy Easter, Passover, and 4:20 Day! (As Loup put it, the official holiday of Taco Bell).

This seemed like a good opportunity to post some thoughts about food, in particular, the Paleo Diet, which we had attempted earlier this year.

It's an interesting idea, wrapped in a gimmicky one - eat the way your pre-agricultural ancestors would have eaten. So, avoid grains, dairy, processed foods, sugar, and anything that couldn't be hunted or picked and eaten raw. (Technically, you can eat meat and fish raw - we mostly cook it to get rid of bacteria and/or parasites. And because, for the most part, we've been socitally conditioned to find raw meat gross. But it is edible.) This also excludes legumes, with some exceptions like green peas and string beans because you can eat them raw, and for the latter, you're mostly eating the pod. They claim that both grains and legumes contain anti-nutritives, a claim that I'm not quite sure I believe, given how many people in the world survive on rice and beans.

There is definitely something to be said for avoiding sugar and overly processed foods. I love cheese, but the fact is that most if not all other mammals stop drinking milk for good once they're weaned. And while I have my doubts about the issues with grains and legumes, the sudden sharp increase in celiac and other gluten sensitivies does make me wonder if there isn't something wrong with our modern wheat, at the very least. On the other hand, it's not like agriculture is a recent thing. Humans have been growing and eating grain for at least ten thousand years - doesn't it seem like if that were an inherently bad thing, it would have died out long ago (or we would have)?

Another issue: I try not to get too caught up in the gimmicky aspect of Paleo, since there are other reasons behind the food exclusions. But let's face it - if our hunter-gatherer ancestors stumbled across a stash of Twinkies left by some mischievous Time Lord, they would eat the hell out of them. Which leads me to that other issue. We live in a world full of incredible variety of foods. Limiting ourselves to what our paleolithic ancestors could have eaten is narrowing that variety to a very small range, and ignoring the positive advances we've made. We're denying ourselves all of the rich, inventive, and widely varied flavors that humans have created over the millennia, and that seems like a shame. There has to be a way to enjoy and celebrate that variety while still eating well and being healthy.

It's often said that all Jewish celebrations can be boiled down to "They tried to kill us. They failed. Let's eat." Yes, and let's enjoy the wondrous variety of our world and our cultures, while eating fresh, local, and non-processed foods as much as we possibly can.

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Happy Easter to all who celebrate this day.

Peter is back from Utah. He had a lot of fun and met a lot of people. He also signed a whole bunch of things he wrote for fans.

My family in Atlanta are probably consuming Eggs Benedict as I type this. It is the breakfast of Easter in my house.

I’ll probably do the egg hunt later today for Caroline.

I think I have our Easter dinner sorted out.

I spent most of yesterday in a bit of a fog. This morning I awoke and felt much better. I think my body knew that I had the time to be sick so I was sick. Apparently I am not the only one to have this bug from what we can figure out.

I am hoping that no one else in this family gets it.

I am grateful I was sick when I could pay attention to just me.
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The usual Sunday walk to listen to The Archers (and walk off all the beer consumed yesterday...)
Cowslips are beautiful, the bluebells are on the brink (they'll be at their best when I'm at PM next week), forget me nots are everywhere.

Saw a honking huge boar mink by the canal, I'd stopped to talk about walking and thumbsticks with a couple of old ladies and one of them said "What's that!" and there he was behind us, very brazen and wandering about, Up To No Good. I've reported it to the park rangers, hopefully they will trap it.

Home now to finish the cleaning not done on Friday, currently doing washing (well, currently typing this, but washing too). Tomorrow it's over to Mum's.

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My 2011 big bang story, "Heroes and Devils," has been translated into Russian by the awesome ShiranuTrixter, who also translated "Look here, look back, look ahead" a while back. That in itself is cool enough, but what really boggles me is that the artist who illustrated the translation also made a trailer! No one's ever made a trailer for one of my fics before! It's wonderfully dark and moody, and captures what i imagined the atmosphere of Lowered Manhattan to be amazingly well.

Yep, I'm a happy fangirl today.

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(I missed Friday night and will be missing Sunday and Monday nights, but I intend to do this as much as possible this year... bear with me...)

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Wonderful Samuel R. Delany posted his list of "Children of Dr. Thomas Browne" - that's Sir Thomas Browne to you, author of RELIGIO MEDICI ("A Doctor's Religion"), URN BURIAL, and like that - and invited people to discuss it.*

But one line of Delany's jumped out at me - and with his permission, I share it with you here (in context):

The Brontes? Emily, possibly. But not Charlotte. And not Anne. Writers who (as it were) fetishize straightforwardnes, yes--and see high style as a way to achieve it. That's Browne's legacy. But not clarity. And clarity is one of Charlottes virtues, which lets her out of the direct descendents of Browne. (IMHO.) And she's prior to Flaubert, by a hefty handful of years. Charlotte was a William Makepeace Thackeray freak,** and she did it better than he did. So today we read her more than we do him--good as he was. And he was very good, indeed.

I was introduced to Browne by my beloved Columbia U. Shakespeare professor, Edward Tayler.  That summer, I found an old cloth-bound copy of RELIGIO MEDICI, and read it over and over, trying to untangle the 17th century prose and the thoughts both alien with time, and immediate in humanity.  I'll put some of my favorite quotes in Comments when I have time - meanwhile, what are yours?

Anyhow, I'll take Delany's definition as mine own with pride - indeed, maybe you want to inscribe this on my Literary Monument? (You know, the one that has the life-sized carvings of all my characters mourning my passing - like that one we saw in Prague….?)

She fetishized straightforwardness, and saw high style as a way to achieve it.


*The discussion is Friends locked on Facebook, but I assure you it's well worth reading! As wide-ranging as Delany's considerable intellect - and sometimes as dense to those of us less gifted.  It ranges from Milton to Melville, and his list of "Children" includes Djuna Barnes, Virginia Wolfe, James Agee and D. H. Lawrence.

** Errrrh. I, too, am a Thackeray freak.  Indeed, my favorite Bad Review (of the Swordspoint audiobook) on Amazon is full of righteous indignation that Neil Gaiman compares me to dear Jane Austen, when I am so obviously devoid of all sensibility and am a mere Thackeray bacchante!  I wear the badge with pride.

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They're one way to show the Incredible Hulk carrying a Smart Car like a football.


(Sketch by me, to amuse me and, I hope, y'all)

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I was part of a fun little blogging-tour over on my main site...

But since I know y'all are far less likely to click through than to read through, I reprint it here for your amusement.  :-)

Mindy Klasky brought me into this blog tour with a few rather pointed - and makes-me-think - questions.  Like me, she started in fantasy and branched out - most recently with the Diamond Brides series.  Check her out!

1) What am I working on?

Two projects, currently.  As L.A. Kornetsky, I'm writing the fourth Gin & Tonic mystery (cozy mysteries set in Seattle).  As myself, I'm working on a brand new fantasy currently titled Silver on the Road (The Devil's West #1), which will be out from Simon & Schuster in 2015 (but for now you can read a story in that world in DEAD MAN'S HAND)

2) How does my work differ from others of its genre?

One of the things I'm trying to do with The Devil's West stories is create a modern (for 19th century interpretations of 'modern') American fantasy - one that isn't reliant on Europe for its legends and story arcs, but pulls from American (North and Central - not so much of South America in the first book, at least) people, legends, and history.  It could be considered "weird west," but the west I'm writing about isn't the traditional cowboys and gunslingers, but rather the people who went before them, natives and immigrants alike: the adventurers, the settlers, the people who wanted to live outside the box..... and were willing to pay the devil to get it.

3) Why do I write what I do?

As the legacy of immigration (19th century arrivals from Eastern Europe) and as a student of American history, the conflict between old and new, power and vulnerability, tradition and innovation, has always fascinated me.  And when I started writing the first story of the Devil's West (Crossroads) my mind asked the question: was it inevitable that the new American States expand into the western half of the continent?  What if... there was a power there already?  A strange, strong power that - unlike the Spanish and French - was not willing to trade or sell its control over native lands?  What would happen to the natives living there, the settlers willing to venture into that unknown, the countries that have to deal with that power?  And that idea spread from stories to a novel, to a series of novels.....

Short version: America is made up of many parts, and she has stories to tell all her own.  I wanted to delve into that.

4) How does your writing process work?

I'm a very intense, burst-writer, whose brain is most creative in the morning.  So I've learned to roll with that. I wake up at 6am and deal with the cats (I have a diabetic eldercat who needs his shot) and go through the morning routine: shower, breakfast, get dressed.  I'm not one of those writers who can work in pjs or sweats - although thank god my brain doesn't require a suit and shoes.  Jeans and a shirt, a pot of coffee, the cats asleep behind me in the office, and my fellow word-warriors in the virtual room giving me positive peer pressure... a few thousand words between 7am and 1pm, and I spend the rest of the afternoon doing administrative work, research, or editing.   Five, sometimes six days a week - seven, when deadlines get crunchy.

And I don't get to do just one draft.  Everything is layers: First the basic research, to make sure I've got my starting points down.  Then Draft 1, which makes sure I hit all the plot-points, and stake out the pacing, get a feel for the characters and why they do what they do.  Then there's Draft 2, where I fix the pacing, and start filling in the holes of Why and Where (more research!), and Draft 3, which lets me do the specific color-work on characters and motivations, and correct anything that might gave gone wrong in Drafts 1-2.  Then I get feedback, and fix the things that were pointed out to me.  And only then, at Draft 4, do I send the book on to my editor...

Of course, it's not all writing. I do a lot of research, starting before I write the first word, and going all the way through to the final version.  Some of that's reading, or talking to people (I am known for giving yelps-for-help on my Twitter feed, and Livejournal) - and some of it's hands-on experience.  Since much of this book is set in Kansas, and I've never actually been to Kansas... we're embarking on a road trip to trace the route (more or less from Kansas City to Colorado Springs, CO).  I'm a firm believer in as much hands-on research as possible (which includes, in this case, refreshing my memory of guns and knifes, cooking over a campfire, and pack-trail riding...).

Next week (April 21), please visit:

Keith DeCandido -  Media-writer, fantasy writer, percussionist, and self-proclaimed long-haired hippie New Yorker

Katherine Eliska Kimbriel - Long long ago, editor-me tried to buy Kathi's YA fantasy novel Night Calls.  Some other editor beat me to it, but I've been a fan of her work ever since.

(the third person tagged had to drop out for personal reasons.)

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I've just seen an advertisement for the Knittrick app which works out gauge changes and pattern repeats.

This is almost-but-not-quite the app I've been dreaming of. The app I've been dreaming of lets you put in your gauge and you say "I want a [square, rectangle] of x by y using this needle and it says "with your gauge, cast on # stitches, work # rows and each shape will take this much yarn."

It seems to me that I ought to be able to munge an app like that out of a spreadsheet with embedded equations. I just don't know how to do it. I know the knowns: for a #7 needle, I get 4.5 stitches per inch, 9 rows per inch, and .07 inches of yarn per stitch. I can work out yardages and sizes with a calculator, if laboriously. I just don't know how to automate that.
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Yesterday I took Caroline into the city to let her spend a couple of days with her sister. I woke up not feeling my best but I pulled it together and did what I needed to do to get the tasks done. While coming back on the train I became very congested so I put it down to allergies and the pain in the joints was a dull ache and nothing unusual for me.

As the afternoon/evening progressed I flipped between freezing and overheating. I took my temperature and found it at 101 F. ‘Oh great,’ I thought, ‘first time in over a year I have the house totally to myself and I get sick.’ So the evening consisted of aspirin, the rest of the matzo ball soup I made for Passover and electrolytes.

The aspirin did the trick and I got myself down to 99 before calling it a day and going to bed.

What a wacky night. I wish I had written down half the dreams I had because I could have sold it as a seriously weird fantasy horror series. Between that and waking up alternating between freezing and burning up, it was not my best night’s sleep.

Also it was a good thing Peter was in Utah. I was apparently flipping around a lot in my sleep last night. He would have looked like an abused husband.

However at 4:30 AM the fever broke. I feel like an over wrung dish rag but my temperature is normal for me and I don’t feel like my brain is going to leek out of my ears.

So I am going to spend the day recovering from whatever happened to my body yesterday rather than the half a dozen projects I thought I could do.

I am grateful that I am feeling better now.
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This con crud is kicking my ass. Bleh. And, of course, it is allergy season. I guess I should just plan on not breathing for the next six months.

I feel worse for Kent, who didn't even GO to Ambercon and still managed to get the crud from me.

I'm doing my traditional Easter Week observations, which basically involves binge watching 'Jesus Christ Superstar' while eating Cadbury eggs. Okay, so it's just traditional to me. Or as Kent said "You do the weirdest spins on holidays."

Says the man whose mom has declared Thanksgiving a high holy day because it's also his birthday. Pot, kettle.

Work has taken a turn for the awesome. I was scared to death to see that I was training on pizza line this week but, wow. It is FUN. Maybe I can do this after all. It seems like every time I think THIS is the task where I'm going to fail, I manage to pull it off. Who knew?

That being said, I have witnessed the depths of human depravity this week re: pizza toppings. Keep in mind that I did part of my growing up in southern California in the late 70s/early 80s and learned early that some sick, twisted individuals think that pineapple belongs on a pizza.

This is worse. Much, much worse. Half ranch, half barbecue sauce with broccoli and provolone? Artichokes, anchovies, pineapple and salami? And those are just the ones I HAVEN'T blocked out.

And yet I love my job. Aside from the fact that they seem allergic to PUTTING UP A FUCKING SCHEDULE. It's Saturday. I don't know if I'm working Monday. It would be kind of nice if I could, oh, plan my week.

Crazy talk. I know.
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First day of the show is in the bag.


I was beginning to worry at first.  As normal, I didn’t get out of here as quickly as I thought I might, but at least I started early enough that a small delay wasn’t a killer for once. However, now I remember why I prefer to be a panelist and not an exhibitor/dealer. Gah! Much easier to bring a small bag of books to sell at a signing than trying to remember if I brought this, and packed that, and do I have enough of the other thing . . .


Still, all in all, it was a very productive day and got to meet quite a few fans. The daughter-unit came along and helped out quite a bit, especially when Dad was getting mighty grumpy that it took over a half-hour to find a public parking garage in that part of D.C. Luckily, Dad is taking Metro there tomorrow (there’s a station that comes up right under the convention center).


We had a good time and she picked up some significant swag and got to meet some of her favorite artists from Deviant Art as well as some of the web comic artists/writers that we both enjoy.


Sold some Chronicles of the Sea Dragon, my Star Trek anthologies, and my Johnny Nickle books. Made a few new connections and definitely hope to do some horse trading with a few people between now and Sunday.


Also, booked my hotel room for Origins tonight, so that’s another load off of my mind there.


However, gonna be an early start for tomorrow to get there by NLT 0930 to get the table set up. Hopefully my back and legs will hold up all weekend (Once the doors opened, I sat down for about three minutes between 1500-2000 and tomorrow is 1000-1900. Yikes. Aleve, do your stuff!)


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Eliseth chased Moroven, who laughed as he ran ahead of her. She called after him, trying to get him to slow down, but he merely glanced back with a grin and ran faster. His footsteps pounded into the well-worn dirt path they raced upon. The sunlight filtered through the trees, making her chase after him an exercise in avoiding blindness.

She lowered her shoulders and ran. Jaken Gandari ran with her, barely panting. He was their foster-brother, the future ruler of the Gandari family, sent to them to learn humility. They had already completed their fostering, but something about Jaken had brought a second childhood to Moroven. Eliseth found him starting trouble with Jaken again and again. Like this insanity.

Moroven headed for the cliff known as Whisperwood Falls. It was not terribly high, relatively speaking, but it loomed over the elven forest, and climbing it was a challenge for even experienced climbers. Eliseth knew that their mother had climbed it when she was younger, but Eliseth had no desire to do so...except she knew her brother would, and could she let him do it without her?

She rounded the corner and slid to a stop, panting, near the crystal clear pool that bubbled into the river that cut through the Rialthus Family's part of the forest. The high, rocky cliff loomed over the pool, and Eliseth glowered at her brother. "You cannot truly intend to do this, brother. This is madness!"

Moroven grinned at her, his eyes dancing. "You are just afraid."

Eliseth ignored the taunt and turned to Jaken. "You are not going to join him?"

Jaken gave her a slow smile. "Come now, El, your mother did it. Surely if she can, you can."

Eliseth glared at him, not expecting that from the Gandari. Jaken was usually even-headed. "Are you challenging me, too?"

Moroven moved to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Jaken. "I am."

Eliseth snorted. "You always do." Though she knew it played into his hand, Eliseth found herself eyeing the cliffs, finding a path. She could not let the pair of them succeed without her. "I do not know why I put up with you."

"Because you love us," Moroven said flippantly. Jaken laughed, and turned to study the cliff next to the rushing water. Their talk turned to finding the right path, and they moved closer to the falls, Jaken sauntering, Moroven practically dancing. Eliseth sighed and followed, amused by the pair, even as she worried about the danger of this particular plan. Jaken pointed, Moroven argued, and the next thing Eliseth knew, they were clinging to the stone, slinking up the wall.

She sighed and narrowed her eyes, studying the moss-covered stones, looking for bare ones. The spray from the falls made nearly all of the rock damp, if not slippery. She removed her sturdy boots; they would be no help. She chose a path that would require some stretching, but looked stronger than Jaken's. Moroven, naturally, had chosen the most direct path. She hoped that the crumbly-looking rocks he had to lean on were stronger than they looked.

She took her time, testing the rocks with her fingertips or toes, leaning carefully. The water dampened her hair, and she slicked it back with a hand while she rested between moves. Peering upwards from time to time, she watched her brother scale the rock like a fly up a wall. Jaken moved slower, but had similar skill. Eyes narrowed, she realized they had both done this before. Anger gave her more strength, and she began to move faster.

Halfway up, a sharp crack echoed, and she flattened herself against the wall, adrenaline coursing through her. Fearfully, she peered up. Moroven was fine, to her relief. Jaken, however, had stepped on a rock that cracked through, leaving him hanging from his fingertips. She watched, her heart in her throat, as he hung, feet searching the wall for a hold. He pulled himself up, arm muscles flexing, as she watched. She held her breath as the toes of one of his feet scraped against the wall, found a hold, and tested it. Too small, they slid off. A second rock tested, and it held. Eliseth breathed again, as he carefully dug his other foot into a crack, and pushed up to a safer hold. As relief washed through her, Eliseth found she could not move. She clung to her rock, trembling, watching as first her brother, then the Gandari slipped over the edge. Moroven peered down at her from his safe perch.

"Come on, sister!"

She swallowed her fear and forced herself onward. First one grip, then another, then a third. She concentrated only one the next grip, next reach, next shift. When a hand appeared before her, it took her a moment to realize she'd made it. She gripped Moroven's wrist, and he pulled her up with Jaken's help. She flopped on her back on the soft grass, staring at the sky.

Moroven blocked her view, beaming at her. "I knew you could do it!"

With a twist, she kicked him far more gently than he deserved, knocking him into Jaken, who steadied him. "You moron. We could have fallen!"

"But we didn't!" He spread his arms. "And look at the view!"

She rose, her legs still trembling a bit. And saw that her brother was right. The forest spread before them, a dark-and-light patchwork of greens as far as the eye could see. The cliff they stood upon were decorated with soft grass, speckled with clover and yellow dandelions. She felt her heart lifting and smiled.

Moroven elbowed Jaken. "I knew she'd love it."

"Oh hush, you," she said fondly. He might drive her to distraction, but he was her brother, after all. He knew. And so, she leaned against him companionably, as they enjoyed the view. They sat down next to the river, letting their toes curl in the cool water, and just breathed. Eliseth bent her pride. Somehow, Moroven had known she needed this moment. "Thank you, brother."

He grinned smugly. She ignored it, watching the sun warm her forest, and let the beauty of it soothe her spirit.




This is my entry for LJ Idol, week 6. Unlike my usual entries, this is fiction from the world of "Blood of the Chosen." :) If you like it, vote for me when the opportunity presents itself!

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THE photo of the first convention:
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THE photo of the second convention:
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And the photo of one of the non-Holmesian things that I got in the dealer's room...
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Whee, it's Friday! That means nothing to me, because writing definitely doesn't keep a regular schedule.

I have spent today chilling after a really awesome (intense) workout, and then the best lunch I've had in ages. We went to a restaurant close to the other Y called the BadaBean. We know the owners, and they're nifty people, so bonus! I got an omelet made with the ingredients for a Philly cheesesteak. OMG it was SO GOOD. I totally stuffed myself, and still couldn't finish it all. NOMNOMNOM. I also have a raspberry-cream cheese pastry for dessert, and I'm not even sorry that I'm going to be eating it.

Between the coffee I had at the 'Bean ('Snickers Bar' coffee. SO GOOD. So full of sugar.) and the pastry I'm going to eat, I am glad we worked out. Though, the omelet was necessary; I always crave protein after a workout. I have not broken my diet much. I am trying to avoid liquid calories, but that coffee was needed. Though, it was funny, I TOTALLY felt the caffeine rush after I finished it. I spent a good 2 hours bouncing off the walls. Whee, caffeine and sugar rush!

And thanks to the caffeine rush, I didn't get anything done. I sat around, watched TV with C (and snarked and giggled with him), played with puppy, and generally didn't do what I'd hoped to do (which was write) because I was DISTRACTO-GIRL! Able to leap-- leap? Leap where? Oooh, a squirrel! Hey, wait, A KITTY! Here, kitty kit-- ooh, butterfly! *chases butterfly* *runs into fence* *falls over*

Ahem. Where was I?

I am over the caffeine rush and planning on a snack and then about an hour of writing before dinner. Lunch was late (and big) so dinner will be equally late. Though, since I am planning on being up for a while, it's not so bad. I am planning at least three one-hour writing sprints, since I will be up really late tonight. Here's to some good progress-- my goal is to hit 50K if at all possible tonight. I think I can do it. Fingers crossed!

Alright. I'm off to nom my dessert. Later!

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I'm of two minds about this year's Shakespeare trial. Measure for Measure isn't a particular favorite. On the other hand, this is the description:

"The Duke of Vienna entrusted Angelo with the power of his office while he hid among the people to observe how everyone behaved in his absence. Isabella, who suffered greatly under Angelo’s misrule, eventually sued the Duke for myriad abuses, including illegal secret surveillance, false imprisonment, negligent appointment of an unfit deputy, and his disrespect for her commitment to her religious vows. But can the Duke be hauled into court for common law torts, or is the suit barred because most of Isabella’s complaints involve non-justiciable political questions, or because the Duke enjoys qualified immunity from suit for her complaints?"

...and the resolution of that does intrigue me. Inasmuch as I'd be able to understand the legal arguments, which *isn't* much. After all, this topic does not lend to the kind of lowbrow levity that Justice Kagan milked out of the Much Ado trial.

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One week from today, look for at Ravencon.

There’s been some ups and downs with regard to my programming, but here’s where I think we’ve landed:

Friday, April 25th

5:00 p.m. | York You’re Getting Sleepy: Lies and Truths about Hypnosis
A short lecture about common misperceptions of hypnosis (as maintained by media and popular culture), what doesn’t work, and what does, and maybe even a brief demonstration.
Just me and a room full of victims interested participants.

Saturday, April 26th

5:00 p.m. | Bon Air Secrets of Small Press Publishing
Nearly every SF/fantasy author has been published by smaller press some point in their careers. It is also known for publishing new authors, midlist authors, short story collections, and other “odd” books typically rejected by the big New York publishers. Our panelists represent a spectrum of publications, and can “tell all”
Philippa Ballantine, Rich Groller, Dan Hoyt, Edmund R. Schubert, and me.

6:00 p.m. | Board Room Reading
I’ll read a story from Buffalito Buffet, tell you a bit about my novel coming out next year from Tor, and maybe talk a little about the new book I’m working on.
Just me (and Barry).

Sunday, April 27th

12:00 p.m. | Room E Comfort Reading
Panelists discuss their favorite stories and novels for reading (and reading again) when you’re feeling under the weather.
T. Eric Bakutis, Elizabeth Bear, Parick Vanner, Rachael Hixon, and me.

1:00 p.m. | Room E Xeno-Linguistics
a discussion of how alien languages are used in SF, some simple tips for would-be writers to make their aliens sound… alien, general complaints about the use of “universal translators,” and more
Sarah A. Hoyt, Stephen H. King, Monica Marier, and me.

As you can tell from the list above, Programming did not give me a Signing slot. It’s apparently policy not to double-up authors (which seems sad and lonely to me) and the times they offered me didn’t fit my schedule. But, if you have something that cries out for my autograph, I’ll be happy to scribble in it in between panels.

Not only will this be my third con of the year, but also my third “southern” convention. Am I detecting a trend?

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One week from today, look for at Ravencon.

There’s been some ups and downs with regard to my programming, but here’s where I think we’ve landed:

Friday, April 25th

5:00 p.m. | York You’re Getting Sleepy: Lies and Truths about Hypnosis
A short lecture about common misperceptions of hypnosis (as maintained by media and popular culture), what doesn’t work, and what does, and maybe even a brief demonstration.
Just me and a room full of victims interested participants.

Saturday, April 26th

5:00 p.m. | Bon Air Secrets of Small Press Publishing
Nearly every SF/fantasy author has been published by smaller press some point in their careers. It is also known for publishing new authors, midlist authors, short story collections, and other “odd” books typically rejected by the big New York publishers. Our panelists represent a spectrum of publications, and can “tell all”
Philippa Ballantine, Rich Groller, Dan Hoyt, Edmund R. Schubert, and me.

6:00 p.m. | Board Room Reading
I’ll read a story from Buffalito Buffet, tell you a bit about my novel coming out next year from Tor, and maybe talk a little about the new book I’m working on.
Just me (and Barry).

Sunday, April 27th

12:00 p.m. | Room E Comfort Reading
Panelists discuss their favorite stories and novels for reading (and reading again) when you’re feeling under the weather.
T. Eric Bakutis, Elizabeth Bear, Parick Vanner, Rachael Hixon, and me.

1:00 p.m. | Room EXeno-Linguistics
a discussion of how alien languages are used in SF, some simple tips for would-be writers to make their aliens sound… alien, general complaints about the use of “universal translators,” and more
Sarah A. Hoyt, Stephen H. King, Monica Marier, and me.

As you can tell from the list above, Programming did not give me a Signing slot. It’s apparently policy not to double-up authors (which seems sad and lonely to me) and the times they offered me didn’t fit my schedule. But, if you have something that cries out for my autograph, I’ll be happy to scribble in it in between panels.

Not only will this be my third con of the year, but also my third “southern” convention. Am I detecting a trend?

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