Brief
March 28
Happy Thursday, or, as we call it hereabouts, Horrible Night of Laundry and Trash, Most Prosaic Night of All, Grinder of Spirits, Root of Despair. Especially since NBC did its weird Bay Area evasive-maneuvers, so we can't even watch Friends. Ah, well. Actually, Thursday isn't always a laundry-and-trash fest. Quite often Heather goes out, and I eat cheeseburgers and watch some DVD she wouldn't be much interested in. But she had her weekly rendezvous last night instead, while I read A Winter Haunting at Au Coquelet. So tonight we get to do our seven tons of laundry and take out trash and recycling. I'd say "tra la", but not even I can muster enough irony for that.
But me, I try to look on the bright side. Which, lately, is that Heather and I can (lord willing and the dam don't burst) afford plane tickets to WisCon, without having to beg, borrow, or steal. Also that Scott is coming to visit this weekend, and we're going to see a Rockwell Church show. Also also that I got my galleys from Realms, which is super-cool. The story is tentatively scheduled for the October issue -- what could be more appropriate for a story about a witch and her bicycle, hmm?
Um. Hmm. Got the new issue of Star*Line, which includes my poem "9 Arguments for Blowing Up the Moon", which people seem to think is really funny; I've gotten a couple of e-mails about it already. Also has an excellent poem by Tracina Jackson-Adams, a fine mythic poet, and some other good stuff... including David Kopaska-Merkel's farewell ("I've been editing Star*Line now for nigh unto thutty year") and introduction of me. My first issue is 25.5, and the issue that just came out is 25.2... just two more in David's capable hands, and then I take over. Whee! I've got such stellar poems already, it's going to be awesome.
Weird thing. Over in my newsgroup, Lawrence Schimel mentioned that some of my poems have appeared in translation in the Spanish version of Asimov's (I didn't even know such a thing existed!). He e-mailed me later with more details. One of the poems is "Bacchanal"... and one is "Arbitrary Night in the University Lab", which is actually a poem by the late Keith Allen Daniels, mistakenly attributed to me. Weird. I wrote Keith's obituary for A Certain Magazine, and had a couple of other interactions with him... and now various Spanish-speaking people have been given the impression that I wrote one of his poems. Though I'm also told that, in the table of contents, "Arbitrary Night" is credited to Bruce Boston. Sounds like someone should invest in some copyediting...
I wrote a review last night, of Charlee Jacob's Taunting the Minotaur from Miniature Sun Press. Excellent darkly magical poetry. That's about it for writing the past few days, though.
That's all. Just wanted to check in and say hi.
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