E-Mail Notices

They are:

1. I think I’ve finally caught up with all my e-mail. However, if you sent me e-mail in last few days and were expecting a response and I didn’t respond, now’s a good time to resend because I’m not sure I saw that e-mail of yours. Sorry, and thanks.

2. As of April 20 and through May 13 I am traveling one way or another, constantly, which is a really remarkable amount of time to be on the move, if you ask me. During this time I am likely to be very sketchy in returning e-mail. This is not because I don’t think you are an interesting and fascinating person; it’s because I’m likely going to be checking my e-mail only once or twice a day, and then focusing primarily on business and tour-related e-mail. So if you’re not a business associate and/or someone who I am trying to catch up with while on tour, I may respond tardily, or indeed not at all. Again, not personal. I’m just, you know, busy catching planes and talking and dancing like a monkey. I hope you’ll understand.

What I’m saying is, if there’s something really important you wanted to tell me via e-mail that needs a response now, today is time to send it.

18 Comments on “E-Mail Notices”

  1. I’m curious, how many emails from people you don’t really know do you get in a day? Male enhancement and Nigerian financial opportunities left out of course.

  2. I’m curious, how many emails from people you don’t really know do you get in a day? Male enhancement and Nigerian financial opportunities left out of course.

  3. Good luck on your tour, John. I spotted TLC in my local B&N the other day — looks nice! That dust jacket photo looks suspiciously familiar.

    BTW, this is the earliest the Huntersville NC B&N has ever stocked one of your books — and the most copies I’ve ever seen (5). Good for you!

  4. I resent that Chang. I do 99.99% of my blathering to Scalzi right here in public.

    And put a cat on for Pete’s sake.

  5. I was reading yesterdays abortion posts and was wondering what posts by you have generated the most comments? – didn’t want to e-mail it, because other’s might want to see the answer too.

  6. 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, for rizzle.

    It’s hard to tan the groin with a cat there. Thus, I switched to a pangolin. It chafes, but the tan lines are minimal.

  7. I didn’t know what a pangolin was until I looked it up. There is no way in hell I would put one of those in my lap – you are a brave man, indeed, Chang for rizzle. Foolish, but brave, and apparently nicely tanned.

  8. If we don’t get to see video footage of you dancing like a monkey, I, for one, will be very disappointed.

    Best wishes for your tour. Don’t forget: food and sleep are your friends.

  9. Have fun on your tour John; I am hoping to make it to Beaverton and see you there. Also, I bought TLC last night and finished it in about 4 hours. I could not put it down. To coin a phrase, it rocked! I think I speak for many others here when I say that your next offering cannot come soon enough.

    Thanks!

  10. 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, for rizzle.

    The last I’ll say on this is once you go pangolin, you’ll never go back.

  11. Looks like your spam blockers let a couple messages through above. It’s interesting, though, to see how they are specifically constructed to get them by you.

    The user names are prescription drugs the are not controlled and will not set off any warning bells. Baclofen is a muscle relaxer used for cerebral palsy patients and Aricept is a medicine for Alzheimer’s disease. But the drugs they are advertising within the message are very definitely controlled prescription meds. Adderall is a stimulent med used for ADHD. Amphetamine and Adipex are stimulants used for weight loss. All three of these meds have a street value, and it is highly illegal to be selling them on the internet. Presumably by listing them in the body of the message intead of in the user name, people’s spam filters won’t catch them?

  12. Well, I sent you a question on “marketing plans” for first time authors back on 3/28, but I don’t necessarily need an answer now.

  13. I just found your blog on the google search engine and saw a few of your other posts that you had done . I just added you to my Google News Reader. Keep up the great work. i will Look forward to reading more from you again.

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