If you were to collect a bunch of short fiction for your own personal anthology of ideal stories, which would you choose? What if you couldn’t select more than, say, twenty-five? How would you narrow it down? My head nearly explodes at the difficulty of such a task. Over at SF Signal, a selection of…… Continue reading Perfect Short Fiction Anthology
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Rupert Bunny and the Sunday of Luxury
Rupert Bunny is one of Australia’s most successful expat artists (though his name isn’t on everyone’s lips the way Nolan’s is — not that Nolan is an expat, but you know what I mean…), and the Art Gallery of NSW has put together a fabulous exhibit, ‘Rupert Bunny: Artist in Paris’, which demonstrates in beautiful…… Continue reading Rupert Bunny and the Sunday of Luxury
Writing. Totally unpredictable.
So I sat down this morning with a couple of goals in mind: 1) Jot down notes for the three stories I’ve got percolating for the collection and see what plots arise. 2) Expand the other story I’ve been scribbling away at in fits and starts all week (between editing the Gargantuan Story and working…… Continue reading Writing. Totally unpredictable.
“Bald Editor Raises Stacks of Cash for Cancer Support”
Yes, that’s the headline we’re hoping to see by November 1, and you can help make it happen. Exhibit A: An incredibly hirsute editor of the Ticonderoga Publications variety. Help Russell Farr in his fundraising efforts by making a donation here. All cash raised will go to the ACT Eden Monaro Cancer Support Group — and…… Continue reading “Bald Editor Raises Stacks of Cash for Cancer Support”
In the Playground
There’s nothing like controversy to draw attention to thought-provoking art. Jonathan Hobin, an Ottawa- and Toronto-based photographer and art director, has recently unveiled his newest exhibition of photographs at the Dale Smith gallery in Ottawa. Entitled In the Playroom, the show consists of a series of portraits which, according to the Toronto Star, “brings the…… Continue reading In the Playground
My first book!!! Or, a post filled with squeeeeeeee!
Russell B. Farr, Ticonderoga Publications’ fabulous editor, has just announced the details for my first collection of short stories. I am so filled with squeeeeeeeeee I can hardly speak, so I’ll let Russell’s awesome press release speak for me: Ticonderoga Publications is more than well-pleased to announce a forthcoming collection of stories by acclaimed writer…… Continue reading My first book!!! Or, a post filled with squeeeeeeee!
In which I am either a shallot or a tomato
Today the inimitable Jeff VanderMeer blogs about the final stages of editing Steampunk Reloaded — and, in the process, compares Angela and I to the tomatoes and shallots in a recipe… Yum! On another note: I fully intend to wax poetic about my time at WorldCon before the event is a distant memory. Honest. It might…… Continue reading In which I am either a shallot or a tomato
It all started with Sean Williams’ fez…
At dinner the other night, Chad made the wild boast that I have a magic ability. Not something cool like turning back time, or reading minds, or casting glamours that make everyone mistake me for Cate Blanchett, or even something as banal as turning water into wine or apples into gold. No, nothing exciting as…… Continue reading It all started with Sean Williams’ fez…
World Fantasy Awards 2010
Locus has announced the nominees for the World Fantasy Awards, and I’ve no idea how they’re going to narrow it down to one winner for each category! The judges have a tough job ahead of them. So many excellent pieces, so many hard-working people. And without further ado, ze list: Novel Blood of Ambrose, James…… Continue reading World Fantasy Awards 2010
Problem of success…
I’m reading Kirstyn McDermott’s excellent Madigan Mine in time for her Adelaide launch on Tuesday (at Dymocks, Rundle Mall: 12-1. In case you were wondering.) It arrived on my doorstep Friday afternoon, and I’m now only a hop, skip and a jump away from finishing it. And now it has struck me that there is something…… Continue reading Problem of success…