Because the night…
So tonight I teach a course I’ve never taught before at a school I’ve never been to before, to students I’ve never met, who think they’re going to be taught by someone else. Cool.
I’m excited to announce that I’ll be teaching a Science Fiction and Fantasy course at Sydney Community College, beginning April 30. Looking forward to introducing students from all walks and abilities to the finer points of fantastic writing, and to nerd out over the likes of Dick, Martin, Poe and King. Not to mention the…
John Osborne’s story of life after death with his sister.
How many geeks will it take to take on FB? http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/196017994/diaspora-the-personally-controlled-do-it-all-distr http://www.nytimes.com/2010/05/12/nyregion/12about.html?hp
Here me roar.
Done and done. For now. Lucky to have readers I trust, mothers in arms and combat veterans. An adapted excerpt picked up by Spinetingler, coming out in April.
I’ve been busy with things. The teaching, and I have stuff to read for other people. Writing for the Nervous Breakdown and for Clarion. I have a birthday coming up which fills me with both anticipation and dread. I haven’t been writing all that hard, have let the narrative threads for the novel unravel. Am becoming aware of what I have taken on again.
There are good days and not so good days. Nights of little sleep. Dreams, like the one last night, of a great tidal wave in the distance, in the future, and its devastation—flotsam and broken toys and scraps and terror already in the past, lapping at my feet.
Today I will weave a dream. A digital bridge to take me from here to there. Murky sludge of the true-facts world far below.
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