Well, hello there. I did warn you I might fall off the face of the earth. Whole worlds–well, plots, lots of plots–have been constructed since my last post. Which is to say, Mexico was lovely and productive, as always. Just being in such a gorgeous place with some of my favorite brilliant, hilariously excellent people was reviving and sanity-saving, not to mention the margaritas and chocolate cake.
Anyway, I'll probably be scarce on the ground for a bit as I'm revising novel with deadline looming. (I've been tumbling more, because quick and easy, so catch some stuff there.) But! Now! Things!
- Members of SFWA, your nominations for the Nebulas and the Norton (the YA SFF award) are due by midnight tomorrow PST. (I really can't bring myself to do a separate post about this, but Blackwood, yes, is Norton eligible. And my beloved Christopher Rowe's "The Contrary Gardener" is eligible in the Nebula novelette category. If you included either of these in your ballot, I'd be happy. But, as ever and always, nominate what you like best. /end obligatory cringe-inducingness)
- Dogs who don't know their own size.
- Champagne cocktails.
- Love this 1930 photo of Miss Hera Roberts and the story behind it (and her).
- Pablo Neruda to be exhumed.
- Resurfaced files raise questions about Capote's In Cold Blood. One of my favorite books when I was in high school, and a belief in its perfect veracity was never why.
- Omnivoracious made a supercute map of American love stories for today, speaking of which…
- Happy Valentine's Day! I have my issues with this holiday, but I still enjoy the years I get it together enough to send crappy drugstore valentines to friends (this was not one of those years! next year!). So virtual duct tape roses and real wishes of loveliness to you all.
