Time for the monthly post!
It is my absolutely favorite kind of weather outside: cool, gray, windy, likely to rain. I'm sitting on my couch, wearing a tank top and boxers, shivering every time a breeze comes in through the open windows. IT IS GLORIOUS.
I am so happy summer is done. I think I've been suffering some kind of stupid reverse of my seasonal depression. I'm a little unhappy with my job -- working directly under the owners of a small business, I've decided, is never going to be fun. This is just a fact of life.
I mean. One of them is a self-proclaimed communist, and I have to work on labor day. It boggles the mind.
Anyway, things have been happening. I went to Worldcon! Only for one day, but it was amazing, and has made me want to go to alllll the cons. Or at least all the more literary-focused ones. I got to see Seanan McGuire and Catherynne Valente read, and those are a couple of fabulous people. I went to some great panels as well, including one on the future of food, which got promptly hijacked by 1.) people answering their cell phones DURING THE PANEL, and 2.) a douchey hippie who kept rage-baiting the panelists. Rude people everywhere, holy crap.
Still. ALL THE CONS. I WANT THEM.
I'm having my first short story published next week in DailyScienceFiction.com next week. It's a fabulous site that
creature57 turned me on to. They deliver free short SFF fiction to your inbox every weekday. It's free to subscribe, and I've read some seriously amazing stuff on there. They email stories to their subscribers a week before putting them on the public site, so I'll probably flail at you all twice (or more) in the coming weeks.
I'm... also a little worried. Because the story has a genderqueer character, and it's about being GQ, and I come out as being GQ in the author's notes. My grandmother just sent me a big ole I'M SO PROUD OF YOU, I'M SUBSCRIBING NOW message, which is nice. But also, oh wow, coming out to my grandma, who is kind of dismissive of things that are out of her experience. I'm also nervous because, hey, there are all kinds of assholes in the world, and this is my real name, with my twitter and tumblr attached to it, and it's kind of an invitation for the Gender Defenders (tm) to troll me.
Not really worth worrying about it right now, but it's there, gnawing away in the back of my brain. God, I hate social media sometimes. Nothing brings out my hermit tendencies more than mean strangers on the internet with no face to spit at.
I'm going to go back to writing a ridiculous Teen Wolf bakery AU. I need a break.
I am so happy summer is done. I think I've been suffering some kind of stupid reverse of my seasonal depression. I'm a little unhappy with my job -- working directly under the owners of a small business, I've decided, is never going to be fun. This is just a fact of life.
I mean. One of them is a self-proclaimed communist, and I have to work on labor day. It boggles the mind.
Anyway, things have been happening. I went to Worldcon! Only for one day, but it was amazing, and has made me want to go to alllll the cons. Or at least all the more literary-focused ones. I got to see Seanan McGuire and Catherynne Valente read, and those are a couple of fabulous people. I went to some great panels as well, including one on the future of food, which got promptly hijacked by 1.) people answering their cell phones DURING THE PANEL, and 2.) a douchey hippie who kept rage-baiting the panelists. Rude people everywhere, holy crap.
Still. ALL THE CONS. I WANT THEM.
I'm having my first short story published next week in DailyScienceFiction.com next week. It's a fabulous site that
creature57 turned me on to. They deliver free short SFF fiction to your inbox every weekday. It's free to subscribe, and I've read some seriously amazing stuff on there. They email stories to their subscribers a week before putting them on the public site, so I'll probably flail at you all twice (or more) in the coming weeks.
I'm... also a little worried. Because the story has a genderqueer character, and it's about being GQ, and I come out as being GQ in the author's notes. My grandmother just sent me a big ole I'M SO PROUD OF YOU, I'M SUBSCRIBING NOW message, which is nice. But also, oh wow, coming out to my grandma, who is kind of dismissive of things that are out of her experience. I'm also nervous because, hey, there are all kinds of assholes in the world, and this is my real name, with my twitter and tumblr attached to it, and it's kind of an invitation for the Gender Defenders (tm) to troll me.
Not really worth worrying about it right now, but it's there, gnawing away in the back of my brain. God, I hate social media sometimes. Nothing brings out my hermit tendencies more than mean strangers on the internet with no face to spit at.
I'm going to go back to writing a ridiculous Teen Wolf bakery AU. I need a break.