Quick drive-by post to say two things, one of which I’ve already been yelling all over the Twitterverse: I AM AT WISCON COME SAY HI TO ME I DON’T KNOW ANYONE AND I’M SHY
Seriously. Just got here today and I’m sleep-deprived and still coming off some anti-anxiety meds that I took to help me with aviophobia, so I’m around and I want to meet people. I hope I meet YOU.
And the other thing is that I’ve written an essay on SF and what I’ve seen referred to in various places as “atemporality” at my buddies PJ Rey and Nathan Jurgenson’s Cyborgology blog. It’s possible that I’m full of shit, but hey, there it is anyway.
Going to start slouching in the direction of dinner. Follow me on Twitter for more minute-by-minute WisConning.
JoSelle Vanderhooft is running a promotion for Hellebore & Rue wherein you can enter to win a free review copy of the print version. All you have to do is link back to this post right here in your social media venue of choice and let her know that you’ve done so.
So you get to help spread the word about a terrific anthology, and you might get free stuff for your trouble. I think this is a solid win-win for everyone involved.
There will also be story-themed jewelry available soon. JoSelle makes amazing jewelry, so I can’t wait to see it.
Hellebore & Rue: Tales of Queer Women and Magic is finally out in print–and available for free Prime shipping, if you’re a student/faculty member with an Amazon account.
Look at that cover goddamn. You know you want a piece of that.
And I need to see if DC-area contributors want to do a reading/event thing, because I feel like getting out there and stretching my promo legs after a shitty, shitty month. And I do love to read aloud.
For a short explanation of how my story “Thin Spun” came to be–and an excerpt of the same–see the post here.
The subject line says it all: my sf short “The Thick Night” is now available to peruse for free on Strange Horizons.
This was actually a story that I wrote for an auction to support aid efforts in flood-stricken (at that time) Pakistan. A friend won me, and said she wanted to see something about gender and women and robots, which was something that we had been talking about anyway. Where Uganda came from, I’m not entirely sure, except that perhaps I just was having a hard time thinking of any other stories that had featured robots and androids in a non-Western setting–I know there are some, I just couldn’t think of any at the time–and it seemed like something that might make for an interesting time.
In the end, it was also a love story, a story about free will, a meditation on the failures of development and humanitarian aid, and an attempt to write explicitly about postcolonialism in a fictional setting… something that has been done many other times and done better than this, but I hope I did at least a passable job.
I’ve never been to Uganda (or anywhere in Africa), I’m extremely privileged, and I’m white as the driven snow. I made a sincere effort to get past these things and deal respectfully and intelligently with my subject matter. That said, I may have gotten some things wrong. I’m almost sure that I have. If so, cry pardon–I am always trying to do better than I did before.
Special thanks to Jed Hartman for being great to work with and really proving instrumental in pulling this thing into the best shape reasonably possible.
I hope people enjoy the story.