“Alien Sex” Artwork; TSD Release Date; TAD at Revolution SF

I thought I’d show off a nifty illustration for you: This is the cover (by the fabulous Bob Eggleton) of the chapbook of “How I Proposed to My Wife: An Alien Sex Story,” which is a short story I wrote up to be a premium for the folks who shelled out for the hardcover edition of Subterranean magazine I guest-edited (the pdf version of which, remember, you may now download for free here). Outside of this chapbook I don’t have any particular plans to release the story, so if you’re one of the folks who paid up for the deluxe edition of the magazine: Oooooh, collector’s item.

Which also reminds me that Subterranean Press now tells me that the release date for “The Sagan Diary” is tentatively set for 1/31, a date that is dependent to some extent on when the several hundred signature sheets I signed arrive at the printers. Those signature sheets go into the limited leatherbound editions; there’s also the regular hardcover edition as well. Both are also collectibles, as only a limited number of each will be made.

Finally, The Android’s Dream got a nice little write-up at Revolution SF; books editor Peggy Hailey had this to say about it in her article on “What Is Best in Life, 2006”:

If you can put this book down after reading the first paragraph, you’re a better person than me. It’s got action. It’s got adventure. It’s got power politics and strange alien races. It’s got the snappiest dialogue since Nick & Nora Charles set the banter highwater mark. Get it. Read it. Love it. And right soon.

Naturally, I agree entirely. Also on this list are stuff from Chris Roberson, Jeff VanderMeer and Jeff Ford, so you should check out the entire article.

There, that’s enough self-pimpery for the day, I think.

8 Comments on ““Alien Sex” Artwork; TSD Release Date; TAD at Revolution SF”

  1. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me
    Chang, without Cat

    You signed every single one? D-damn, son! That’s a lot of scalzicce scribbling.

    I can’t wait. Can one still get the alien sex story some other way? Or do I have to shell out for some more leather bound scalzi… oohhh, what a terrible image.

  2. I signed all of the deluxe version, which is 400 copies. I didn’t sign the regular hardcover. But, of course, I’ll be happy to sign those for people when/if they see me.

  3. Best banter since Nick and Nora? Damn. I’ve got to finish that Year’s Best (Datlow, Link, Grant) to get to TAD. This is said as someone who owns the Thin Man boxed set of DVDs. I hope Scalzi will sign the TAD next week even if I haven’t started it.

  4. Oh Boy! you mean I not only get the book, but get a SIGNED book as well (jumping up and down on one foot to another, with my knees together with a silly grin on my face).

    I wonder if that will demote the face value on eBay?

  5. /me starts counting the days to get his own leather bound copy.

  6. [inappropriately-placed self-pimpery masquerading as something other than self-pimpery deleted]

    I’d note this Robert Eggleton is not the Bob Eggleton is who is the Hugo-winning illustrator. — JS

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    Carl V.

    Comparing your dialogue to Nick and Nora Charles is fantastic and very astute on her part!

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