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Jul. 24th, 2014


London Calling

For those who think about these things, here's my Loncon schedule.  It's fairly light, but that means I get to go see other people's readings and panels and...

... and London.  Second favorite city in the world.  And outside my door, a whole city's worth of research on Sarah Tolerance's London.

Reading: Madeleine Eve Robins

Thursday 12:00 - 12:30, London Suite 1 (ExCeL)

Alternative Publishing Models

Friday 19:00 - 20:00, Capital Suite 7+12 (ExCeL)

Between the disappearance of independent bookshops, the dominance of Amazon, the rise of ebooks and the popularisation of crowdfunding sites like Kickstarter, publishing is at a crossroads. As the traditional channels for selling books are shrinking and homogenising by the year, so technology is opening up new possibilities. Who sets the trends now? How close are the self-publishing success stories to the experience of the average 'indie' author? In a world of cut-price Kindle-only books jostling for attention in a crowded marketplace, is it easier or harder these days for new books to stand out from the crowd? And while Kickstarter offers the chance for less commercially viable works to be funded, how do you convince an audience to back you, and how do you go beyond that market once the book is available?

Marcus Gipps (M)( , Francesca T. Barbini, Madeleine Eve Robins( , Alex Ingram( , Devin Madson( , Myra Çakan


Sunday 13:00 - 14:00, London Suite 5 (ExCeL)

I always wonder about signing up for Kaffeeklatsches, but the last time I went to an overseas Worldcon I was surprised to find myself fully booked.  So who knows.

Now, which shall I read from: the San Francisco fantasy or the new Sara Tolerance?

Jul. 23rd, 2014


Books ** BOOKS ** BOOKS ** Books

It's summer.  Prime reading time.  Need something new?  Want to revisit an old friend?  Odd's are, BVC has something for you.  And for one week only (imagine voice of aggressive carnival barker here) we're having a Dog Days of Summer sale!  Good books half off.

Go thou.

Jun. 21st, 2014


That Was Fun. Except Not.

Becca took a look at her room--and particularly her much-abused carpet--and decided it was time to rent a carpet cleaner.  So much of today has included bringing things--a futon, a mattress, clothes, her desk chair downstairs, then ferrying hot water up (to fill the carpet cleaner) and down (to throw out the filthy waste water).  I also did three...or is that four?...loads of laundry.  And of course I over-used my wrist, even trying to work one-handed.  Still, the room is hugely cleaner, the kid has sorted out three bags of clothes and two bags of shoes to go to Goodwill, and when everything is returned upstairs tomorrow morning the house will be much much tidier.

Meantime, I think I may take a pain pill tonight for the first time in two weeks, because Ow.

The wrist continues to improve.  I'm doing my physical therapy religiously, and already my range of motion in almost all directions has improved markedly.  The direction in which I need to do the most work is (how to explain this?) the backward movement of my hand (if I lay my hand, wrist, and forearm flat, palm down, and then raise my fingers up, pushing slightly on the heel of my hand while my forearm stays on the table).  So I have special backward-movements-of-my-hand exercises added to all the others.  It's amazing how much energy it takes, just being slightly broken.

Ah, well.  I am mending.  And Bec's room is clean.  This has to be a good thing.

Jun. 11th, 2014


In All Directions

I'm off from work today so that I can go in for my post-surgical consult, and get my severance papers notarized.  The girls are off on an adventure (that is to say, flying off to Pennsylvania to visit their grandparents--this would have been impossible a year ago when they were squabbling).  My plan was to sleep in--but the girls had to be up at 6:15, and I promised them waffles (part of my secret plan to use up batter from Sunday morning)--so I am up.

Let's see if I can find some amusing things to do today.

Jun. 4th, 2014


I have been repaired

Surgery went well.  For the first 12+hours I did not have a left arm, just a weighted pot-roasty thing that dangled from my shoulder (they gave me a nerve block in the shoulder pre-op which knocked out everything). I am on anti-inflammatory and pain meds, and dozy, but cheery about getting the wrappings off next week.

Carry on.

Jun. 3rd, 2014


Bionic, Me

Going in to have a plate inserted in my wrist to stabilize the fracture today. I sure do know how to have fun... See y'all on the flip side.

Jun. 1st, 2014


Jay is Gone, Dammit

I said elsewhere:

There are people who seem to live louder, faster, grander, bigger lives than the rest of us. And then there's Jay Lake, who died today. Ebullient is too mild a word for Jay at his best. I am sad for his beautiful daughter, for his sweetie, for his families of choice and of birth, his huge corps of friends, and the world of letters, which has been robbed.

Bye, Jay. Much love. And a spoon. Just in case.

I wanted to add that, even as his final decline began, I kept expecting a sudden miraculous rebound, Jay bursting through a door roaring "Not so fast, Cancer." Possibly in Hawaiian-print spandex, with a big J on his chest and his long hair flowing on an heroic breeze. Because: Jay. I wish I'd been right, for all of us left sorrowful. 

May. 29th, 2014


So This Happened

IMG_0261After many many years in the San Francisco Unified School District, we are finally out of it.  Becca, AKA Avocado, was graduated with her class today.  The band, bless 'em, needs another year to really catch up with either "Pomp and Circumstance" (the processional) or "Don't Stop Believing" (the recessional). The speeches were relatively pithy, but there were a lot of them. But one major surprise occurred when the National Anthem was announced, at it was Bec, a cappella and solo, singing it. If you will forgive a moment of insane parental pride: it's a tough song to sing, and she Killed it.  The sun shone bright, metaphorically and otherwise (Danny's forearms got sunburned and many mylar balloons escaped and floated toward the unknown, gift cards attached, a perfect metaphor for it all.

The kid got called near the end (they were organized by height.  WTF?) and sauntered up to get her diploma.
IMG_0271Then there was a scrum of a reception, with everyone milling about the school forecourt squealing and hugging and thanking teachers, and and and...

It was swell.  We went out and had a celebratory dinner. I am now utterly wiped out, and shall fall over.  But despite Senioritis, the kid got herself through.  I am very proud of her (and just a little proud of the family, too).

May. 27th, 2014


Well, THAT Was Stupid

If you haven't already heard this from other sources, I enlivened the public discourse at Wiscon this weekend by breaking my wrist. Next time I want attention I think I'll just stand on the bar, naked.

I did manage two good panels, and saw lots of people I don't see often. All in all, despite the medical issues,a good Wiscon.

May. 22nd, 2014



As of August 1 I will be unemployed again (unless I get very busy and very successful and pour myself right into a new job).  Scholastic is closing down Klutz's Palo Alto offices and taking any and all of the functions back to NY.  I'm not sure how that is going to work--but then, it won't be my problem, will it?  I'm getting vacation pay and severance, and thank Ghu Danny is insured and I can be through him.  And I'm going to spend the next couple of months getting the balance of the books out, and tying up all the weird things I do at Klutz to transfer the info to NY.  There are many nice people there with whom I have enjoyed working.

And I really have loved working at Klutz and with my fellow Klutzniks.  Next job is going to have a big-ass set of shoes to fill.

Hmm.  Maybe I should write a book or something.

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