Next Year at Boskone

I’ve been told I could mention this (actually, it was more like “why haven’t you mentioned this?”) so: I’ll be the Guest of Honor at next year’s Boskone convention in Boston, February 17 -19. More details as they come, but I can say I’m very excited. I love me some Boskone.

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  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 of Space Command

    HIde your red vines!!!

  2. Great. Already bought my tickets to go for next year, and will be dragging the boyfriend as well. The problem is that all of my books authored by you are in storage a thousand miles away. Yarg.

    Well, I guess that’s a good excuse to dig through boxes of books when I fly back home to see my parents.

  3. I’ll have to come up with an item for you to do in the kids’ area (Dragonslair).

    The possibilities may amuse me for hours…

  4. #1 by Tumbleweed: “I always thought it was weird that a convention was named after the bad guys in E.E. Doc Smith’s books.”

    I always thought it was funny. I assume that at least some of the original organizers were MIT people, and this fits the sense of humor that seems to be common amongst the MIT people I’ve known.

    #7 by There: “Sweet! Will we be finally getting Scalzi: The Collected Shorts as the NESFA GoH book next year?”

    Um, why would you want a collection of his … oh, his short stories! Never mind.

  5. lannalee – Westbrook, Maine – Lanna Lee Maheux is a speaker, podcaster, actor, geek, silly person, femme fatale, singer, lover, twit, and recovering Stand-Up Comic. Host of the podcast Lounging with LannaLee. Since 2010 she has co-hosted The Lex and Lanna Show with Alexis Lyon. In 2011 she and her husband Edmund, started their own bi-weekly podcast, The Bureau of Awesome.
    Lanna Lee Maheux-Quinn

    My husband and I started going to Boskone because of you, John Scalzi – and now my in-laws join us for the fantastic fun!

    When I heard you were the GoH, I signed up for next year’s festivities with extreme prejudice!

    Yay!

  6. @ #9 by Bearpaw

    “#1 by Tumbleweed: “I always thought it was weird that a convention was named after the bad guys in E.E. Doc Smith’s books.”

    “I always thought it was funny. I assume that at least some of the original organizers were MIT people, and this fits the sense of humor that seems to be common amongst the MIT people I’ve known.”

    Indeed, Boskone – and the sponsoring organization – the New England SF Association – have MIT roots. See this: http://www.nesfa.org/boskone/boskone-history.html .

    NESFA is one of three SF clubs with their own buildings. The others being the Los Angeles SF Society and the BAltimore SF Society.

  7. I would very much like whatever book is published to contain “Questions for a Soldier” – it’s the only one I can’t obtain at a reasonable price as a recent convert to Scalzinia (it’s supposedly in Subterranean #8, but since #7 was published 4 years ago I’m not holding my breath).

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