Saturday Update

Taking a little breather up in my room, on account that from 1 to 6pm, I’m pretty solidly booked with convention activities. So, hello, Internets. The convention is going nicely up to this point: Two panels yesterday, one on Twitter and one on MilSF, both of which went well thanks to smart co-panelists, and then the usual hanging out in the bar and/or con suite with folks until the wee hours of the morning. Just did my signing, then another panel, my GoH schtick, a kaffeeklatch, and meeting with the teens from the Alpha writing workshop. Then I don my spandex uniform and fight crime as a masked crusader! Oh, wait, I’m not supposed to reveal that last part. I keep forgetting.

In any event, having a lovely time. I’ll catch up with all y’all again a bit later.

18 Comments on “Saturday Update”

  1. That, along with pics of you teaching the kids in the workshop the “Alpha Teen Writers powers, ACTIVATE!!” fist-bump. While telling them that their writing sucks.

  2. The first rule about SF Writing Club is that you do not talk about SF Writing Club.

    The second rule is do not talk about SF Writing Club.

    The third rule is that when you are older, you cannot write SF in a coffee shop and be taken seriously like John Scalzi.

    After that he probably showed the teens his awful, er awesome, Twitter-fu.

    Dr. Phil

  3. I can’t hang with your schedule at all. I am amazed that you need to note your off time since it seems tiny compared to your on time. I do enjoy reading all about your adventures even it they sometimes make me tired and glad that I live alone.

  4. “Commisioner! Spiderling has stolen the MacGuffin Device from the CMI physics department!”

    “Great Scott! And Pig Iron is down with the swine flu! This is a disaster!”

    “Word is that The Sci-Fi Scrivener is in town. He could help!”

    “Did he bring Lady Throatgrabber? Kid Awesome? Tapecat the Unpronouncable, the Feline Fury?”

    “Er, no.”

    “Well…he’s better than nothing. Technically.”

    “(sigh) I’ll warm up the Baconsignal.”

  5. Not sure what it says about me that i misread Milsf as Milfs and wondered for a second why a con would want a panel on that.

  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

    Oh, I for one am all for MILF SF!!! BRING IT ON!!!

    Ahem. I may have read that wrong.

    Also the one about titter.

  7. And he was an excellent dancing monkey for the GoH speech. Although, you know, there’s still no damn cake!

    Dr. Phil, he’s been showing everybody his twitter-fu, just saying.

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