Lakeshore

A glowing review for my new collection The Sky That Wraps

A profoundly negative review of my tor.com story, "The Speed of Time" — I continue to be baffled that people seem to think this is political fiction. Unless the absence of white male characters makes it "political"?

Educational Chemistry Crayons complete set of 48 crayons with labels — (Thanks to willyumtx.)

The power of anecdotes — Bad Science on research, reporting and anecdotal evidence.

The right-wing, blinded by its own hysteria — Yet right-wing commentators and politicians have twisted themselves in knots to portray the Park51 project as a grievous assault -- and "the American people" as victims. Victims of what? Rauf's sinister plot to despoil the city with a fitness center, a swimming pool and -- shudder -- a space for the performing arts? Hahaha.

?otD: How political is your fiction?

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8/29/2010
Writing time yesterday: 0.0 hours (convention time)
Body movement: urban walking to come
Hours slept: 8.5 (solid)
This morning's weigh-in: n/a
Yesterday's chemo stress index: 3/10 (fatigue, peripheral neuropathy)
Currently (re)reading: Deliverer by C.J. Cherryh

Your Saturday/Sunday moment of zen.



Folk art at Scorched Bay, Wellington, NZ. © 2010, Joseph E. Lake, Jr.



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Jet lag and overscheduling have swallowed my available time. We are off to brunch shortly, then I have a 10 am workshop at Au Contraire. Yesterday included me hosting the charity auction, a panel with cherylmmorgan, pnh and a NZ fan on reading science fiction, and much excellent food and socializing. More today, but I am running late, so you will have to imagine.

Had a good day today at Au Contraire. We were a little rushed in the morning getting out in time for breakfast prior to my 10 am workshop. The first two places we tried were closed, so I declared a punt and we went to eat the hotel. Food was mediocre, service was terrible. The workshop, however, went very well.

After a longish break spent chatting with the lovely and talented E— (whose LJ handle I will eventually dig out of my memory) and a sort-of light lunch at Southern Cross, we made it back for my kaffeklatsch, then my reading which I shared with Juliet Marillier. Ms. Marillier read a fantastic short piece which resonated very deeply for me. After that I'd thought we were going back to chez spector-khaybee for some down time, but due to a miscommunication calendula_witch and I were marooned in the hotel lobby for an extra 45 minutes. I pretty much collapsed then, and wound up dozing until we were rescued and brought home, where I slept some more.

calendula_witch is off now to a largish dinner with Our Hosts at someone else's home, which I bowed out of due to exhaustion. We have plans to go a-touring through backcountry tomorrow, and I'd much rather have a quiet evening and an early bedtime so I can have suitable energy for that project. Having a great time, but the jet lag and the post-chemo fatigue are intersecting in some odd ways.

Wellington is lovely, I have yet to meet a New Zealander I dislike, and I'm very glad we're here.