October 13th, 2009

writing dust bible 'house of dust"

i need a woman with hands like john henry

All right. This morning, it's just me, 180 pages of galleys, a pot of spearmint tea, and a dream--and as much "help" as the giant ridiculous dog and the ninja kjitten and the complaint department can deliver. (Ninja kjittens approve of page proofs. You can treat stacks of paper as a slip-and-slide.)

Funny thing. After all that thrashing and crying?

It turns out I kind of like this book.

Maybe sort of a lot.

At least, it keeps making me grin.
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Hey, it turns out that I am the recipient of the Gaylactic Spectrum Award for Best Novel in 2008, for The Stratford Man (that's Ink & Steel and Hell & Earth, treated as the single book they properly are).

The Gaylactic Spectrum Awards honor outstanding works of science fiction, fantasy and horror which include significant positive explorations of gay, lesbian, bisexual or transgendered characters, themes, or issues.
It was awarded at Gaylaxicon while I was on an island.

Eek! Thank you!
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By the way, for those of you in western Massachusetts and eastern upstate New York (and northern Connecticut, come to think of it), I will be appearing with Margaret Ronald for a reading and hanging-about at Williams College at 7 pm on Thursday night, October 15th in Williamstown, MA.

We're in Griffin 3, and I hear a rumor that Paul Park might show up. (He works there and was involved in organizing the event. *g*)

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No shit there I was--

Okay, so we all know the difference between a fairy tale and a war story, right?

It is this: a fairy tale starts, "Once upon a time..." A war story begins, "No shit, there I was."

So one of the more amazing things that happened at VPXIII was Sean Craven's chili dog casserole, which is sort of the culinary equivalent of crack!fic.

The recipe is posted here, and, well, it's the funniest recipe you're likely to read in the extended internet absence of standuponit.

You can feel the chemicals crawling around in your veins on little spiked feet afterwards. It's kind of a humbling experience.

And if I ever make it, it will involve Velveeta.