I'll never catch up with everyone's news, but I'll be reading again, religiously. So if I missed something important in the past 10-12 weeks, please email me! (But I think most people did.)
I've turned in my first course on taxation and my "agent" has submitted the invoice. Money, money, money. Much more than I get for fiction, but jeez, I have these stories rattling around in my brain that want to get out and get published! Speaking of which, Analog sent me the date for "Re\Creation." It will be in the November issue. Every writer on the blogs will know how I feel now when people ask me if I've ever published anything they might find and I can say, "why yes, I have." E at camp casually mentions her mother is a writer. Her friend's eyes bugged. E thinks nothing of it, of course, but then she'll be an artist herself some day in some way, shape, or form. I suspect she'll be interstitial.
Speaking of which, did you know Dorothea Lange was an interstitial? A writer and a photographer. She wrote field notes for her photographs and these were all "lost" in the Library of Congress. Someone found them and has published an amazing book of her photography and her field notes. It's the most stunning edition from U of Chicago press. The website for the book is here: http://www.daringtolook.com/
And *ahem* some of you might recognize the name of the author. But most of you won't. I once posted a photo of her with her niece using Pringles to make duck bills. And that's a hint.
I was at Readercon last weekend...there's photo evidence around the blogs somewhere. I met wonderful people, renewed friendships with others. I'll try to post a list later. I wasn't at the con all that much. I was staying with my parents and visiting about half the con hours. So if I missed you, I'm so sorry. For example, I know Julie Andrews was there and I wanted to meet her. I should have asked Greg which of his 2007 Clarion students was present when he pointed toward a table on Friday night.
I'm home and glad to be home. Jim Kelly's podcasts (available on audiobooks) kept me company on the long drive up and back. Going home on a few hours sleep wasn't a great idea, especially as I chose the lightly traveled rural route. In that long stretch with no phone signal on I-84, I drifted off a couple of times, almost missed where 84 runs into 81. That woke me up enough to get to Scranton where I began dialing my phone at random to get someone to talk to me for 5 minutes and wake me up. Shortly after Wilkes-Barre I ran into some pretty severe cells all the way to Hazleton and beyond. Fearing you'll hydroplane and trying to find your lane will push enough adrenaline through your system that you effectively wake up. I wasn't in danger of the sleepies again until I was between Gettysburg and Frederick, but by then I was so close to home I knew I could manage, didn't need to stop, didn't want to. Home was calling me.