Charlie Stross makes stuff up. After a successful Friday working for a client, Omaha and I headed up to Capitol Hill to the Elysian brewery to meet with
fallenpegasus and Charlie Stross, the SF writer who's in town for some big shindig this Monday. Charlie and his wife were both running on none or almost no sleep after 48 solid hours of international air travel, and both of them looked it.
Still, the beer was great and the conversation better. Had a good exchange with the fellow across the table from me, a troubleshooter at Amazon, as well as listening to
Krow try to figure out what he could do next to wreck the world. Charlie regaled us with tales of editors and agents that I shall not repeat, suffice to say that they fill me with both hope and dread should I ever start to shop my stories around pro.
The photo looks exactly like
last year's entry, which makes sense since Stross wore exactly the same T-shirt and we met in exactly the same bar as last year.