Yeah, let's talk about me some more.

At least I seem to be over the plague.

elisem is taking preorders for Glass Bead Games, for pick-up at Fourth Street (yes, convention members get first crack).

I have a flash fiction in the current Flytrap (#9--please note their website is out of date), and today the mail carrier brought me my contributor's copies of Postscripts 14 (available in both hardback and paperback), which contains my Marxist-Dream Quest of Unknown Kadath-with-vampires Booth novelette, "The World Without Sleep."

I have printed out both the manuscript of Corambis and my edit letter. Currently they're stacked on my desk; I suspect my back brain is hoping for some kind of mystical osmosis to take place whereby the work will be done without my having to do it. This trick never works, and yet? My back brain continues to hope.

The Problem of Susan

Quite some time ago, elisem asked me if I would read Neil Gaiman's story, "The Problem of Susan" (Fragile Things, New York: William Morrow, 2006: 181-190) and write about it. And, well, Fourth Street is coming up, and I am procrastinating like a crazy procrastinating thing, and I finally got around to it.

Spoilers both for the Gaiman story and for, inevitably, C. S. Lewis's Chronicles of Narnia.

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