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Weevil of Zenith
Jul. 14th, 2018 10:10 pmI realized when I was thinking about the Dealers Room that our whole house is a Dealers Room! It's full of books and action figures. I could open a shop right here. But, for old times sake, I went to the bookstore in lieu of Dealers Room. I've been trying not to do that, because I'm trying not to spend money, and also not to drag too many more books into the house. But I made an exception today--as I always do when I go to a con. I couldn't buy a copy of Half-Witch, by John Schoffstall, because it's not out till Tuesday, but I pre-ordered a copy. I know I'm going to want it in hard cover, with its beautiful cover art. John was a fellow member of The Nameless, and I had the privilege of reading this in ms. form. I'm so happy that it's officially published now. I also picked up a novella by Patrick Rothfuss, The Slow Regard of Silent Things. Several people have urged me to read Patrick Rothfuss, but I'm intimidated by the size of the volumes. This one is much thinner. And I got a copy of James Tiptree, Jr.: The Double Life of Alice B. Sheldon, by Julie Phillips. I have so many other books waiting to be read that I had to leave it at that.
I'm going to mention one other reading opportunity that I wouldn't miss for the world--and that is the debut of a first novel by one Tim Zeddies. Chapter One of Starship Someone, a space opera of unique character, is online at his blog, Hey, It's Tim Zeddies!. I love these characters, and their author, in a special way, but I'd suggest that you all might want to check it out, too.
We then had a banquet. Menu: hors d'oeuvres of crackers and smoked whitefish pate from the UP, then flatiron steak, new potatoes, steamed green beans and wax beans, and green salad with arugula, beets, walnuts, crumbled Humboldt Fog cheese, and a balsamic reduction. The Sparrowhawk had Dragon's Milk to drink, but I postponed my drink till after the reading. After that, I had a drink, and we discussed the Black Hole Problem of All Time, to wit, why aren't we all joyfully writing thousands of words a day. Well, the answer to that is clear: because we have not yet understood how to believe in ourselves while living in the shadow of judgment. I'm afraid we didn't solve the question tonight either. I'll keep you posted.
And now, on to the room party, where we will have room service bring us strawberries, vanilla ice cream, and triple chocolate truffle bombs, while watching an episode of Stargate: SG1.
I'm going to mention one other reading opportunity that I wouldn't miss for the world--and that is the debut of a first novel by one Tim Zeddies. Chapter One of Starship Someone, a space opera of unique character, is online at his blog, Hey, It's Tim Zeddies!. I love these characters, and their author, in a special way, but I'd suggest that you all might want to check it out, too.
We then had a banquet. Menu: hors d'oeuvres of crackers and smoked whitefish pate from the UP, then flatiron steak, new potatoes, steamed green beans and wax beans, and green salad with arugula, beets, walnuts, crumbled Humboldt Fog cheese, and a balsamic reduction. The Sparrowhawk had Dragon's Milk to drink, but I postponed my drink till after the reading. After that, I had a drink, and we discussed the Black Hole Problem of All Time, to wit, why aren't we all joyfully writing thousands of words a day. Well, the answer to that is clear: because we have not yet understood how to believe in ourselves while living in the shadow of judgment. I'm afraid we didn't solve the question tonight either. I'll keep you posted.
And now, on to the room party, where we will have room service bring us strawberries, vanilla ice cream, and triple chocolate truffle bombs, while watching an episode of Stargate: SG1.
