I have been a bad bad blogger girl recently, Gentle Reader, and I must apologize. I have much to blog about but the time seems to flee before me like a radioactive space nudibrach seized with a sudden spirit of adventure. Or something.
Mr. Blake Charlton and I engaged in several successful writing dates over the past week, in which I managed to get half way through (but not finish) two short projects. With Blake such events are 50% work, 10% caffeine consumption, 20% industry gossip, 20% heated debate on scientific ethics, squid, and the nature of fantasy. For example:
Him: My book is hard fantasy.
Me: There is no such thing as hard fantasy, only hard sci-fi.
Him: Oh no you didn’t!
Me: *embarrassingly bad white girl ghetto neck*
Sometime soon I’m either posting a very snarky interview with him, or the cliff notes from one of our debates. I tell you, Gentle Reader, we are a walking talking stand up comedy team for the uber-geek. SFinSF has no idea what it is in for this April.
In other news, I’ve a new interview up. Here’s a sample:
AW: Why parasols? Is there a long-standing family joke with parasols? Was it just a crazy juxtaposition that you thought up?
GC: Parasols were such a ubiquitous item for a fashionable young lady in the Victorian age and they do make a most excellent weapon, especially if you are inclined to bashing people atop the head. How could I resist? Also “parasol” is such a delicious word.
And a whole group of us authors answer the question, What’s the Weirdest Book You ever read?
Quote of the Day:
“BLAKE: Zzzz…Huh? Who’s there?
THE UNIVERSE INCARNATED IN A PROTEAN PILE OF CLEANED BUT UNFOLDED LAUNDRY: Over here.
BLAKE: Protean pile of cleaned but unfolded laundry?
THE UNIVERSE INCARNATED IN A PROTEAN PILE OF CLEANED BUT UNFOLDED LAUNDRY: No! I am THE UNIVERSE INCARNATED IN A PROTEAN PILE OF CLEANED BUT UNFOLDED LAUNDRY.”
~ Blake Charlton