My friend Caliann has very kindly taken the bird. I got to hang out with Skyler and family in Austin for a couple of days, which was a delight. Now I’m in (God help me) Jersey City with my friend Jenphalian, having a good time and trying to get over an irritating head cold.
Plan is to visit Gettysburg with TNH and PNH this weekend. Very much looking forward to it.
It’s now less than nine months until the release of The Incrementalists by Skyler and me. Not like I’m excited about it or anything.
This was copied directly from Cecelia Tan’s site, and used with her permission.
I, Steven Brust, tell stories and publish my works because I want to spur the imaginations of my readers. I view non-commercial fanworks as a natural extension of that inspiration. The only thing I can’t support is anything that would damage my livelihood or reputation, hence keep the stuff non-commercial and label it as non-commercial fanfiction when disseminating/posting it. If you break any local laws where you are to either read my works or write about them, please don’t tell me. I may or may not read or comment on fanworks out there. Sometimes my time is limited, sometimes a comment would turn out to be a spoiler for another reader, and so on, but don’t mistake my silence for ‘don’t ask, don’t tell.’ I support the creation of non-commercial fanworks and fanfiction as a valid fannish activity, right up there with costuming, filking, and text-based play-by-post role playing.
Note: Corwin and Felix, when we get around to updating my home page, please put the above on it with a link like, “Policy on Fanfic”
Yeah, well. I’m heading off this weekend for the East Coast. I’ll be gone something like a month, ending with Viable Paradise. Then I come back, and immediately fly off to Milehicon in Denver. Then I come back, catch my breath, and it’s off to Convolution in California. Finally, in the middle of November, I return home and collapse into a little pile of dust.
I had some trouble figuring out what to do with the bird–I do not want him spending a month in his little travel cage, which is what would happen if I boarded him. My friend Caliann has agreed to watch him for me, which means that I drive to New York with a brief stop in Texas first. Doesn’t everyone take that route? I’m not sure when I’ll be picking him up again; I’m going to be pressed for time between the end of VP and my flight to Milehicon. Maybe between Milehicon and Convolution. Ugh.
Meanwhile, I’ll be gone from here for a month (though I will check in from time to time). Those of you who know my alternate email address can start using it on Saturday. Those of you on the East Coast, maybe we’ll run into each other. I’m hoping to get a chance to see Gettysburg.
What question would you most like to see answered in the next Vlad novel. I ask to make sure I don’t answer it. :P
I’ve got this vacuum cleaner. I think it’s the same kind Aaron Burr used. It is held together by several pieces of dismantled clothes hanger and a lot of duct tape. It still works, in the sense that when I run it over the carpet it picks up stuff; the trouble is, it also spits out an amazing quantity of dust, which, of course, gets everywhere.
My housemates and I were talking about it, and how irritated we were by the dust. There just aren’t enough hours in the day to clean up all the dust, so, what are the priorities? For me, it’s glassware. I mean, going to get yourself a glass of something and finding a layer of dust in the glass is, well, yech. Another housemate pointed out that we could hardly see through the windows and ironically observed that he was getting kind of curious about what was going on outside the house. Still another said that the dust was so thick on the books, that he couldn’t tell what the titles were. And then, there are the problems with our computers overheating. So, given that you can’t clean everything, what do you clean?
Another housemate pointed out that, if we pooled our resources, we could easily afford a new vacuum cleaner; one that not only didn’t spit dust, but actually drew in dust and cleaned up the air while working.
We stared at him for a moment, then called him a racist and went back to our conversation.