Oh, I have a rule, just one hard and fast rule: Do not pick fights with me during the convention. Do not ask me argumentative, contentious questions. I won't be "nice," and I'd like to be a good GoH and be asked back next year. You play nice, I'll play nice. To quote Cap'n Mal, "Don't push me. I won't push you." And I do push hard.
Other than that, let's have some fucking fun (if you're coming to the con, and I wish you all were/could). I should report my schedule. But I feel lazy, so here's a link to the entry wherein I posted it before.
This is likely the last LJ entry I'll make until Tuesday.
Yesterday, FedEx brought me a copy of Alabaster: Wolves #4. If I do say so myself, damn this is a good issue, as the story moves towards its climax. And this one features the BEST Greg Ruth cover of all five issues. And that's fucking saying something. Thank you, Greg. Alabaster: Wolves #4 will be on sale on the 18th. By the way MTV Geek has proclaimed Alabaster "the next big comic."
Yesterday, the audiobook for The Drowning Girl: A Memoir officially went on sale, as part of the Neil Gaiman Presents collection at Audible.com. Read by Suzy Jackson. 13 hours and 13 minutes long (good numbers!). Visit the book's page to hear Neil's introduction and a sample of the book itself. Oh, and he calls me a horror writer, I think, but I'm not. Even Neil makes mistakes.
Speaking of Audible.com, I've been listening to Shirley Jackson's The Haunting of Hill House and various of her short stories, refreshing my brain meats for Readercon. Jesus fuck, she was brilliant. There are those authors I once loved, then I go back and read them and can't figure out why on Earth I was ever enchanted with their work (*cough cough* Stephen King * cough cough*). And then there are authors like Shirley Jackson. Every time I revisit her writing, it only seems that much more amazing. This is what I'm trying to do. Which is one reason I've disowned so many of my novels (pretty much all those up to The Red Tree, and, no, I don't ask you to feel the same way about my work). They're nowhere close. But Shirley Jackson. She never misses a note. Also, hearing The Haunting of Hill House this time, I've never realized how forthright Jackson was about Theodora's lesbianism.
Yesterday was spent making corrections to Chapter One of Fay Grimmer, to the first chunk of the project I cannot yet reveal, and to "Quiet Houses." Then, I switched over to assembling Sirenia Digest #79, which went out to subscribers early in the evening. I had a lot of email. That was yesterday. The tattoo is doing fine. Still no itching. I'm at that stage where the scab is beginning to peel away in little bits. I am entering that stage when the healing skin looks a little silver-grey, and the tattoo is not as dark as it will ultimately be.
I need a bow tie and a sonic screwdriver. Anyone coming to the con who can loan me a bow tie?
Okay, now there are a million last-minute things to be done. See you on the flip side.
Gearing Up, Steeling Myself, Convincing Spooky She'll LIve Through This,