Still Weekending

With our houseguest. But while I am off, check out this article about a recent steampunk cruise in the New York Times. You might recognize a notable science fiction and fantasy author in the pictures. No, not me.

Also, remember: Still time to get in your Reader Requests!

14 Comments on “Still Weekending”

  1. shannonclark – A manager, entrepreneur, writer, thinker on economics, organizer of conferences (MeshForum on the study of Networks) and the MeshWalk series of walking conferences, speaker, reader, cook. Currently a senior technical project manager for Quotient Technologies in Mountain View, CA. Always happy to help interesting projects.
    shannonclark

    For those of us less clued into how SF / fantasy authors look in steampunk fashions who was the famous SF author featured in these articles?

  2. shannonclark – A manager, entrepreneur, writer, thinker on economics, organizer of conferences (MeshForum on the study of Networks) and the MeshWalk series of walking conferences, speaker, reader, cook. Currently a senior technical project manager for Quotient Technologies in Mountain View, CA. Always happy to help interesting projects.
    shannonclark

    Ah. I’ve heard interviews with her but haven’t ever met her at con or actually read any of her books (I’m about half a decade behind in my reading… Still haven’t caught to Game of Thrones let alone had time to start new series/authors. Alas the life of a new dad…)

  3. Kowal was my guess even before clicking, based partially on that I’m finally reading (and enjoying the heck out of) her “Shades of Milk and Honey.” (My other guess was Gail Carriger, but I follow her on Facebook and she hadn’t mentioned this.)

  4. I haven’t actually read Kowal’s own series yet, though I own it now! But I’m a big fan of her audiobook narrations for Seanan McGuire’s Toby Daye series.

    And yeah, obstacles to reading/recognizing happen: being a new dad, having a PhD dissertation to finish…

  5. Mary Kowal had previously mentioned on her site that she was off on a cruise. Naturally I assumed she and John were out pirating the Caribbean as part of the same gang. John, you could so carry off an eye patch wearing, ‘arrrhing’ and rum swilling (well, Coke product), ruffian.

  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
    changterhune

    Kowal. That total huss. I mean you can see her elbows in that dress for God’s sake!!!

  7. Anyone else feel the writing is a little different from the norm today? I dunno, guess I’m just more observant than most. Ahem. (And, hey, what’s with the date showing 2 weeks ahead on my comment? Weird.)

    Anyway, Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

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