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I had a wonderful time at the Nebula Awards in DC. I was only there Saturday evening to Sunday afternoon but a lot was packed into that brief time. I hung around with lots of people, drinking in the lobby bar, attending the pre-banquet cocktail party (not drinking because it was a cash bar), and then the banquet. The food was amazingly good. I ordered crab cakes and risotto, both of which were delicious. Wine was ordered for the table and photos (by me) were taken.
Michael Dirda, critic, columnist, author of several nonfiction books, and Pulitzer Prize winner (for his literary criticism in The Washington Post) is also someone I consider a friend. He gave a fine, personal, and succinct speech about not forgetting the past of our field. It's the same with horror--many new and relatively new writers mistakenly believe that horror began with Stephen King, and are woefully ignorant of what came before. Honoring the new is fine, but respecting and honoring and especially remembering the best of what came before is just as important--in all literature.
The award ceremony moved along at a good clip --I was disappointed that Terri and my two nominated stories from The Beastly Bride didn't win but we're very pleased that they made the final ballot. Afterward, more partying.
I had lunch the next day with Liza Trombi of Locus and then Ellen Asher, Shawna McCarthy, Rick Bowes, and I hopped a cab to Union Station (which is beautiful, Cathedral like in its size and ceilings). Our train was packed and we ended up leaving over an hour late as our train awaited a new engine. No air or light so we all went out on the platform, where RR employes passed out bottled water. Everyone was very good natured about the delay and once we finally got going, I think we gained a little time because we were just an hour late.
I changed my toe surgery (it's a torn ligament and so the toe will be broken and a pin put in--I think that's what my doc said) from June 3rd to the 10th as I've got a street fair at which I've got a table on the 4th.
June 11th is the TEETH event at the Jefferson Market Library but I figure it's later in the day, my foot probably won't hurt much and if it does I'll just take the painkillers prescribed for me.
Tomorrow BEA begins so I'll be up 8am, which for me is Hell (and haven't done so for three days in a row since last year's BEA). I won't be online much.
Friday my phone gets repaired (I hope). With BEA that's the first time Verizon is available that I'm available.
Signing off for now as I've gotta get to bed by midnight in order to get up at 8am -ugh.
Michael Dirda, critic, columnist, author of several nonfiction books, and Pulitzer Prize winner (for his literary criticism in The Washington Post) is also someone I consider a friend. He gave a fine, personal, and succinct speech about not forgetting the past of our field. It's the same with horror--many new and relatively new writers mistakenly believe that horror began with Stephen King, and are woefully ignorant of what came before. Honoring the new is fine, but respecting and honoring and especially remembering the best of what came before is just as important--in all literature.
The award ceremony moved along at a good clip --I was disappointed that Terri and my two nominated stories from The Beastly Bride didn't win but we're very pleased that they made the final ballot. Afterward, more partying.
I had lunch the next day with Liza Trombi of Locus and then Ellen Asher, Shawna McCarthy, Rick Bowes, and I hopped a cab to Union Station (which is beautiful, Cathedral like in its size and ceilings). Our train was packed and we ended up leaving over an hour late as our train awaited a new engine. No air or light so we all went out on the platform, where RR employes passed out bottled water. Everyone was very good natured about the delay and once we finally got going, I think we gained a little time because we were just an hour late.
I changed my toe surgery (it's a torn ligament and so the toe will be broken and a pin put in--I think that's what my doc said) from June 3rd to the 10th as I've got a street fair at which I've got a table on the 4th.
June 11th is the TEETH event at the Jefferson Market Library but I figure it's later in the day, my foot probably won't hurt much and if it does I'll just take the painkillers prescribed for me.
Tomorrow BEA begins so I'll be up 8am, which for me is Hell (and haven't done so for three days in a row since last year's BEA). I won't be online much.
Friday my phone gets repaired (I hope). With BEA that's the first time Verizon is available that I'm available.
Signing off for now as I've gotta get to bed by midnight in order to get up at 8am -ugh.
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