Bluesday
March 4
Because we never stop rocking here in the PrattShaw household, I must announce that Heather and I just sold a collaboration, "Blue Chuck Does Thrilltown", to anthology The Urban Bizarre, edited by none other than Nick Mamatas. It's gonna be wonderful and weird, with a table of contents including work by smut writers, sf/f writers, 'zinester hipkids, and others. The story Heather and I wrote is full of sex and surrealism. Mmm, mmm.
I love making two sales in two days. What it's like: when you eat some mushrooms, right, you know what I'm talking about, and just as you start to come down, you take another dose, and bootstrap yourself up to another level -- that's what it's like.
Or, you know, so I hear.
Now, to scrabble for enough more to say to make this worth uploading... A galley of McSweeney's Mammoth Treasury of Thrilling Tales came into work today, and on my break I dipped into it -- a nice, dark piece by Neil Gaiman in the "Club story" subgenre; a good weird sort-of-apocalyptic story by Nick Horny; a blatant, completely-fails-to-stand-alone novel excerpt from Stephen King (but I liked it anyway, because I'm looking forward to the novel in question, Wolves of the Calla); a really marvelous introduction by editor Michael Chabon. Hope I have a chance to read some more stories before the galley goes away -- I'm especially interested in Karen Joy Fowler's, of course, and in Carol Emshwiller's. Though I s'pose I can wait for the trade paperback from Vintage that's coming out in April...
We watched more 24. It changes a lot after the first 12 hours -- becomes more personal, less event-oriented, less suspenseful. And it seems to be moving into cliché-melodrama territory. But it's still quite enjoyable, if not quite as enjoyable as before.
The new A Certain Magazine employee started today, taking over from the much-missed kest. She seems nice, cheerful, talkative, capable. It'll be nice to have the workload lightened.
My ear still works.
So, things are looking brighter all over.
Sure, that's an entry. Ta.
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