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Thursday Hangovers, or Almost Posts

  • My apologies for the general level of suck around here this week. My Devil Bug of Doom has been a persistent foe, striking at will for the past several days, all while I try to make it to work, write new novel pages, make sure our familial houseguests are taken care of, and enjoy Puck and Emma playing with each other (and keep Puck from chasing the cat, until he’s ready to be chased), etcetera. No e-mail catch-up as planned, but if you’re waiting for a response I’ll get to it this weekend. Promiso. Right now, I’m going to curl up on le couch and watch last night’s Bones. This is less of a hangovers post and more a bunch of mini-posts slammed together sort of thing. Fair warning.
  • If you’re a writer-type (or a discerning reader-type) and you don’t read J.L. Bell’s Oz and Ends, you’re really missing out. I just realized I have four of his posts starred to link and it’s gotten to the point where I’m intending to link everything he posts. So just read the blog entire.
  • The indefatigable Cynthia Leitich Smith interviews the Readergirlz.
  • Colleen Mondor asks where the YA science fiction is and notes that recent examples she can name aren’t labeled as such by their publishers; agent Barry Goldblatt responds in the comments that "Unfortunately, "science fiction" is still basically a curse word in YA publishing. While fantasy has overcome the geek/nerd association, science fiction is still firmly saddled with it." His entire response is well worth your time. Ever since I’ve been paying attention to this issue, I’ve heard various editors and agents say they would love to get more good science fiction submissions, but just don’t see much. I have to say that I really have less of a problem with fear of the label, as long as stuff is getting published–BUT I will also say that I’ve run into some puzzling attitudes lately that only regard as SF things that are called such by publishers. That includes works of both science fiction and fantasy, so perhaps the shyness to call an alien an alien (or whatever) may hurt in the overall "let’s stop pretending realism is all there is or somehow innately superior and SF is for nerds only" wars. It also says to me that beneath the fear of the term there is an underlying realization these are excellent books that deserve wide audiences, and it’s hard to quarrel with that.
  • Any Brotherhood 2.0 that includes urban exploration is automatically THE BEST INSTALLMENT ever. This is why YA is the awesomest: NBA winner Tobin Anderson committing crimes on tape. I ask, will you see Richard Powers doing this? I think not. Also, I want to see the post office with the forest inside.
  • Justine asks: Great editing or great publicity from your publisher (assuming you can only choose one)? I’d have to go with editing, because I think a really fabulous editor is worth their weight in gold and also can be an advocate on the inside. A really, really fabulous editor will even care about your career and not just the book in question. And that’s what sending boxes of champagne to the PR staff is for, right? Or, you know, hiring a freelance publicist and working your butt off. That said, I realize this is more complicated than that and also that if you really do only have one of these things, you probably obsess over how you wish you had the other one too. I dream of puppies, kittens, publicity teams and editrons. In the end, it’s about the work and, paraphrasing the immortal words of John Banville, time is the best judge.
  • Andy Duncan: Does he work for WD-40? Somehow I’ve lived my adult life without ever needing this stuff. (Jinx!)

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Tuesday Hangovers

  • Chris McLaren on the hard-won Rules of Drinking, tossed out the window on another continent on a birthday.
  • The Twelth Carnival of Children’s Literature is up.
  • Susan Beth Pfeffer gets interviewed by the Slush God about Life as We Knew It: Pfeffer got the idea for the novel after watching the 1979 movie Meteor, she said. "It got me thinking about how the people who have the most to lose if the world comes to an end are kids, and the next thing I knew, I was working out all the details," she said. She also reveals that she just finished a companion book called The Dead and the Gone, about a "lower-middle-class teenage boy in New York City" and how the same meteor changes things for him.
  • For everyone who thinks those irritating, look-down-your-nose opinions of SF don’t exist anymore, two links: Sam Jordison’s post that starts with the declaration "At the risk of sounding like a nerd, I’m beginning to think science fiction’s actually quite good" and Andrew Wheeler taking the NYT to task for its note about Jonathan Lethem that "some may recall that early in his career, Lethem was often pegged as a sci-fi writer himself." I like George at Bookninja’s take on Jordison best: It’s a stretch for him to consider Vonnegut, Ballard and Pynchon SF. I guess that’s the key here. He’s heard of “sci-fi”, but hasn’t quite grasped “SF”.
  • Please, let’s all stop now.Tbscalziposter3
  • The one and only Theo Black made up some posters for the Scalzi campaign.
  • You can win one of 15 copies of Liz Hand’s new novel Generation Loss at the Great American Book Giveaway. I haven’t gotten a chance to finish it yet, despite my best efforts (it’s the next on my Books for Adults list For Sure), but what I have read of it is AMAZING. And I may go crazy if I don’t get a chance to finish it soonest.
  • Lisa Yee meets Carol Burnett and Burnett looks so very cool.
  • More cute puppy pictures. After taking these, C handed me the camera and said, "That it, no more cute pictures of dogs." I had to explain that you can’t just go cold turkey on something like that.

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Monday Hangovers

Your Klutziness (aka me) managed to fall like the proverbial ton of bricks in an alley last night, right after a random encounter with a guy who was peeing in someone’s yard and whose date was toothless and giggling into her plastic cup (ah, spring in the city). Let this be a lesson about laughing at those who didn’t notice peeing guy or drunk lady. You will not see big hole in street. You will go boom. I emerged with road rash on my palms, a gashed knee (my favorite jeans survived intact, though, which I’m counting in the Wins column), and an extremely achy left shoulder, arm and knee. AND I have a packet due Wednesday night. All by way of saying, expect sporadic sketchiness here for the next day or so at best.

On Wednesday, Jon Armstrong of the lovely debut novel Grey (complete with a blurb by Michael Chabon) will be here to class up the joint and entertain you. In the meantime:

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