January 9th, 2008

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January 8, 2008

For Immediate Release

2007 Philip K. Dick Award Nominees Announced

The judges of the 2007 Philip K. Dick Award and the Philadelphia SF Society are pleased to announce seven nominated works that comprise the final ballot for the award:

GREY by Jon Armstrong (Night Shade Books)
UNDERTOW by Elizabeth Bear (Bantam Spectra)
FROM THE NOTEBOOKS OF DR. BRAIN by Minister Faust (Del Rey)
NOVA SWING by M. John Harrison (Bantam Spectra)
GRADISIL by Adam Roberts (Pyr)
ALLY by Karen Traviss (Eos)
SATURN RETURNS by Sean Williams (Ace Books)

First prize and any special citations will be announced on Friday, March 21, 2008 at Norwescon 31 at the Doubletree Hotel Seattle Airport, SeaTac, Washington.

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grrrargh.

Okay, definitely in That State. Which is to say, I have the itch to write, and the deadline loometh. But none of this stuff is ripe yet. So I walk around like a pregnant cow, lowing plaintively, searching for something I'm sure is just around here somewhere except I don't know what it is.

I will, however, know it when I see it.

Current plan may be some recharge time: climbing tonight, then a new episode of Criminal Minds (the second to the last one). Tomorrow, maybe gym and archery. And Friday there's a John Gorka concert at the Iron Horse, and Saturday... nothing. Somewhere in there, my brain will generate some story out of sheer self-preservation, I'm sure of it.

One of the hardest things for me as a writer is knowing when I need some fallow time. And being willing to take it, even when there's a naggy voice in the back of my head saying butbutbutbutbutbut you have a book due April 15.

Well, technically June 1, because I asked for an extension. But it would be nice to finish by April 15 anyway. You know? (And a novella due also, sometime in the first half of the year. Oh, and a couple of short stories.)

Here's the thing, though. I can try to push through, and it will be blood and swearing and guts on the floor. Or I can sit back, relax, and let my brain have the down time to stop pacing like that expectant cow-mommy, and the book may slide into existence easily and with maximum fun. And wouldn't that be nice?

Because I don't get health insurance or a pension plan. So I might as well get fun.

463 words on a Shadow Unit DVD extra last night, and that means I can stop fussing with that stuff for a while except for the part where I have to polish it before it can be posted, and eventually revise "Overkill" for web-pub.

Oh, and today I need to pay bills. Like really, no kidding. I wonder where I hid all my envelopes.

Maybe I should just go buy some.

Heh.