Friends at cons give you the actual knife FROM this: from there to my hotel room: And . . . probably going to have to check my bag to get home, now. Also, keeping this friend close to the vest, as he probably doesn’t want to be the Connection . . .
best ten things (well, articles, columns, that-type thing) lately, from all over
If only I had room, ANYWHERE, for this excellent poster (someone just gave me an 8 x 11 thing I’m putting in a frame, and cannot find even enough wall space for that). And? Looks like Martyrs is the only one I haven’t seen, here. It’s not that I don’t like grueling. I mean, okay,
Couple months back, my back went out, I decided I did not prefer my back going out—weird, I know—so . . . figured why not do a plank or two? Starting out, thirty seconds was a push. But, now, things are getting better. Or, worse? That last minute’s never easy. Not sure I want to
just some skeets (“posts,” what? maybe I’m not current) from BlueSky I thought hilarious, or true, or both (related: I’m definitely not current).
Stuff I dug. Probably leaning more science than not? But the mystery about jacket buttons is in here as well. I’ve never understood that, until now.
THE BUFFALO HUNTER HUNTER is nominated for Best Fiction at the @readingthewest Book Awards! Voting is open now through May 31st. Cast your vote for Good Stab at readingthewest.com.
ROTE EP by The Sulac System (read a lot of books as well, but they don’t even have covers yet, I don’t think. and, have been rereading the whole Sin City series, too)
few things I thought sort of funny and save-able, from BlueSky, the only place I am—except for here. And, you know: life, the world. “Colorado,” I guess, sometimes. Less often than I want, really.
Well, two weeks cut by three or four days of driving and a couple book events, but: done with the first draft of the scripts for the comic project I can’t yet talk about, as it’s being announced [also redacted . . .]. Five issues, though. About two-hundred pages? But, am doing a new thing—well,
Got to thinking what are the main ones for me, these past fifty-four years. It’s these twelve:
My last event there was last night. Good time. Read a new story. Well, read a few new stories, actually. Can’t seem to stop writing new stories.
I always think it’s the coolest, walking by an airport bookstore and seeing my books there. But having nearly a WHOLE SHELF at B&N is pretty great, too. And, they said that before they put that shelf-talker up and sold through their Chainsaws this weekend, it was the whole shelf. Anyway: “Oh, the places you’ll
Starts in the hotel bar before the ceremony, with great friends (all of us finalists, even): So many photos/selfies from the reception after the ceremony, too, but . . . who knows where they all are. Not me. Anyway, next day was some three hours of signing: And the panel, which had . . .
some few articles and news bits &etc I enjoyed, am caching here like an alligator stashes its kills under a log in the pond, to gnaw on later.
