World Fantasy Con #36 is coming up and I’m looking down the barrel of air fare and hotel…plus food and cab and all that. This right after some hefty expenditures for the summer. If I don’t go, my agent might just kill me. So, I’m going.
Nikki’s grandmother passed away. Having been raised by her to some extent, it’s been tough. She shared some anecdotes of her childhood with gramma after we got the news and I found them touching. The details will go into a eulogy she’s writing. She flies out for the funeral today. I’m not looking forward to being alone. I’ve been playing cards a lot (yes Magic Online) and pondering my next story and feeling like I’ve recently (or am in the middle of) moving into a new chapter of my life. Pondering doesn’t mean writing. Typing has been sparse lately. Negligible really. But it’s percolating. I’m not of the school that you need to write every day. My method so far has been to write like crazy every day *while* I’m working on a story. But I need a bit of downtime between projects. In the meantime, i play cards.
“Huso’s debut conceives an eye-popping, crazy-sounding but utterly persuasive universe of medieval and modern technology mingled with cutting-edge science and blood-magic, of aerial battles fought between giant armor-plated zeppelins, horses with scales, fangs and claws, perpetual-motion devices powered by tortured souls, electric crossbows and hexes that can devastate entire cities.”
It’s strange to be interviewed for the first time. You get this sense of the playground you who is small and relatively uninteresting and wonder why they want to speak with you. Nevertheless, I did my duty. It was fun. You can read it here.
Anyone who dreams a lot probably knows what I mean about waking up profoundly affected. Frankly it’s no fun. And they’re not even nightmares in the classic sense of something’s chasing you. They’re just deeply thematic and emotionally charged. With any luck, Lovecraft got it wrong, and I won’t be dreaming after I lay dead. I could use the break.