Oops. Kinda missed last week’s update. I kept meaning to do it, and then something else came up, and then something else, and then . . .
Then it was Monday again.
Well. These things happen. A lot, lately.
Anyway, you know what else happened? ConStellation 6, in sunny Lincoln, Nebraska. Except that it wasn’t so sunny, most of the time. We managed to enjoy ourselves, anyway. I had fun doing a Star Wars panel, in which there was lively discussion about the new films. There was a room party in which I helped dispense some blue concoction I nicknamed Romulan Ale, although said moniker somehow failed to catch on with attendees. I even sold and signed a copy of Alembical 3, the profits from which I spent the next day in the dealer’s room.
Good times, good times. But boy, I would sure love for the Vastly Overrated Real World to settle down enough for me to get some writing in. Maybe someday . . .
Write Club update:
Tier one bounces from Giganotosaurus and F & SF. Response times, 32 and 12 days, respectively.
Onward.
