Starts in the hotel bar before the ceremony, with great friends (all of us finalists, even): So many photos/selfies from the reception after the ceremony, too, but . . . who knows where they all are. Not me. Anyway, next day was some three hours of signing: And the panel, which had . . .
some few articles and news bits &etc I enjoyed, am caching here like an alligator stashes its kills under a log in the pond, to gnaw on later.
Quite kind of him. Back when—like, way back when, 02 maybe, but could have been up to 05, I guess—he moderated a panel I did at Texas Book Festival. Something about “violence.” Cool dude, good writer. When my son was reading the Percy Jacksons, I read them with him, and then of course I watched
Forgot I was stashing these—let them build up too long. Not comprehensive (never comprehensive . . .), but . . . here’s some, anyway?
It’s very much worth checking out. As in its monstrous, huge, ginormous—five halls of stuff, as opposed to the single hall most American cons seem to take place in. Fun place to get lost in. And, fun crowd to try to navigate to your panel / interview / whatever, when you’re a “leave forty-five seconds
(probably never said: I always scroll back through these to make sure they’re as, you know, necessary as I may have thought they were while standing in some boarding line. so, all of these? so necessary)
Was a great time. Had never spent any real time in the Bay Area. Guess this is the . . . the third time I’ve gone somewhere else for a semester, to teach? University of Utah, University of Montana, and, now, Stanford. Who knows if I ever do it again, but this time, doing a
(probably not the first, or even fifth tie I’ve used some version of that for a post title)
Y’all remember back when every third dog was named “Curtis Lowe?” I guess I don’t either—think it was forty-five, fifty years ago. And it was probably every 700th dog. But still, it was a thing, and it must have been cool. And? Maybe this is how it started:
Back in 2020, I was supposed to have been here for Good Indians, but . . . you know: all the conventions were canceled. Thrilled to finally be here. It’s a very well-run con. Can’t imagine I’m not back at some point. Thanks to Third Place Books for selling the books, and running the signing
Writing The Fast Red Road, I listened to that Marty Robbins song on a loop for ten months. So, always feels cool to BE there. Was cool again this time, for Texas Book Festival. I’m the worst at taking pics—at remembering to take pics (but, I’m also pretty uninterested in the “taking” part—but, luckily, Becky
while also taking forever to get here, I know . . . And here’s a mock-up of the final, shelf-ready book: Anyway, just made a new category for this one, and all its coming posts. Will make book-page for it in a moment, here. But, right now, I’m deep in a fast touch-up of its
Was a great time, going up and down the West Coast—and as far east as Idaho, Utah—signing stacks and stacks of books, talking to readers, eating at Chipotles I haven’t eaten at before. Here’s probably my favorite pic from the whole tour, thanks to @paperbackbish, who made a couple of these stops. This one’s San
Ten things I read (from . . . 500?) from lately that I think worth sharing. Doesn’t mean they’re good or even tolerable. But, chances are I saw something to them.
Sir Ian McKellen performing a monologue from Shakespeare’s Sir Thomas More on the Stephen Colbert show. Never have I heard this monologue performed with such a keen sense of prescience. Nor have I ever been in this exact historical moment.TY Sir Ian, for reaching us once again. #Pinks #ProudBlue [image or embed] — Omg. WTF
