I’ve been away. Mostly writing, writing hard, like a veritable pony express rider — nay, Pony Express Writer. Bringing the words ‘cross the plains, people. Soon — after contracts have been signed, etc. — I’ll be able to explain what I’ve been working on.
But meanwhile, can I talk about my website redesign? I hired my son to move all the content from my old website to this blog. Which brings us to the first rule of Website Redesign:
First Rule of Website RedesignNobody cares about your website redesign. Related RuleNobody cares about your new smart phone. |
Meanwhile, can I tell you what a wonderful time I had in Chicago recently? The World Science Fiction Convention was there, in my home town*, and I got to see so many good friends and meet new people. But the best part was doing a reading at The Tuesday Funk, a monthly reading series run by Sara Ross Witt and good friend Bill Shunn. Bill composes a poem for each Funk, which on the night I participated was this EPICALLY PROFANE EPIC POEM “Grand Motherfucker”. Please listen.
I also got to share the stage with pals Adam Rakunas (who read this excerpt from “The Right People” one of my all-time favorite stories), and Rae Carson (who read this excerpt from an upcoming book which I know will sell gazillions of copies — she’s great).
And here’s what I read, a short story called “Persistence.”
I don’t think I even glimpsed you in Chicago. Someday I should get your email address so that I can do things like invite you to the party I threw.
I have a new young energetic dog, so I’m back to walking past your house regularly (but I’m not a stalker! [unless that would amuse you… 😉 ] ).
gosh, you look a lot younger. Pact with the devil?
Phiala, you threw a party? I didn’t even know you were at WorldCon, and now I feel double bereft. My email is cleverly disguised — I’m at daryl.gregory@gmail.com.
As for you Juan Diego — how old did I look back in Medellin? Now I’m nervous.
Oh. That is clever. Last time I tried to find it I failed for some reason. I blame your website redesign for making it so obvious!
I threw myself a science-fictional birthday party at Worldcon: where else to have a 42nd birthday party celebrating that year when you are the answer to life, the universe and everything? If I do it again for a different year I promise you’ll know!