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Posts from ‘July, 2009’

Ascending to the Next Level of Geekdom

Attracted by the echoing emptiness of my wallet, all of our household computers have chosen to freak out in the last few days, refusing to boot up at all in Aimee’s case and intermittently crashing in mine. Of course, both computers are Dell laptops, purchased in a momentary rebellion against Apple products…but we’ve learned better. [...]

Oh, Yeah: They Pretty Much Found Amelia Earhart

Oh, by the way, we pretty much solved that whole Amelia Earhart thing. As a kid, I read lots of credulous books about unsolved mysteries–UFOs, missing people, ghosts, disasters. They added a sense of wonder to my childhood in all their wide-eyed theorizing. I loved the idea that sometimes people could just walk over a [...]

Worlds Enough and Time? Booorrring.

Today I’m working on the novel here at the UNF library, trying to figure out how the villains plan to conquer the world. But instead, I’m hung up on a bigger question: why the hell would anyone want to? Conquering the world is like buying a house too big for you, all delapidated and expensive, [...]

Stonecoast Summer 2009: The Residency That Was

I’m back from Maine, settling back in and getting to work. The residency was a grand time, meeting new friends and saying a regretful good-bye to some who graduated. (One of them, Linda Daly, just sold her first story to Strange Horizons today, just as I predicted after her reading of it. Cue eerie music, [...]

An Imagination! Quick, Smother It!

On the flight up to Stonecoast, I noticed a peculiar six or seven-year-old girl sitting across the aisle from me. For the entire journey from Charlotte to Portland, she required no Nintendo DS, no Game Boy, no iPod, no DVD player, not even a book or workbook: she sat quietly singing and mumbling to herself, [...]

Don’t Forget Your Monocle!

In the exceedingly small chance that you’ll happen to be hanging out around Brunswick, Maine, on July 15th, you might be interested in seeing me, Cat Valente, Delia Sherman, and Ellen Kushner at a salon for interstitial arts. Cat and I will be reading from our work, and we’ll all be jawing about the seams [...]