"To be an artist means never to avert one's eyes." -- Akira Kurosawa
And that's the thing. That never? Means never. Which includes the good stuff as well as the bad, goddammit. It bothers me when I see the focus of my genre more and more sliding to unrelieved bleakness.
Real life has some of both, you know?
Which is one of the reasons why I'm in on a new podcast: the SFF Squeecast!, debuting soon. My co-podcasters are Catherynne Valente, Paul Cornell, Lynne Thomas, and Seanan McGuire, with occasional guests.
And in this podcast, we talk about shit that rocks. In upcoming episodes, look forward to squealing about The Middleman, Nnedi Okorafor, How to Live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe, and other awesome stuff what are awesome.
Speaking of squealing, there's a new annual scholarly journal devoted to Christopher Marlowe.
My story "The Inevitable Heat Death of the Universe" has been reprinted at Chizine.
I took some amazing photos of the raggedy bit of Canada when we were flying over it on the way home from Stockholm. I'll be updating my flickr stream as soon as I wash off the sweat from running this morning.
Also, 4th Street Fantasy Conversation was awesome. If you like nerdy talk about books with writers, you should totally come next year.