Al Bogdan

Hearty congratulations to Nicole Kimberling for winning the Lambda Literary Award for LGBT Sci-Fi/Fantasy/Horror for her novel Turnskin. Nikki and I did the Clarion Writers' Workshop together back in 2004, and I'm thrilled for her!

More hearty congratulations to Nisi Shawl for winning a Tiptree Award for Filter House! I know Nisi from my first writers' group, back when she lived in Michigan. A totally wonderful lady. Time to finally move that book off my wish list and into the cart.

Also, congrats to my Clarion instructor, Nina Kiriki Hoffman, for winning the Best Short Story Nebula for "Trophy Wives"!  Nina has been increadably generous and kind, and it was wonderful finding out she took that award.

I was also happy to hear Kathe Koja found a home for her new definitely-not-YA novel, Under The Poppy, at Small Beer Press. I was allowed to enjoy an early draft, and it's a great read! Plus, it has a freaky trailer put together by crazy people.

Brent Knowles wrote about Writers Of The Future v24. Read the full article here.

For my story he said the following:

Writers Of The Future v24 has finally made it into bookstores. We found a copy at a local Borders Books. The other day Amazon was down to one copy, but they appear to have restocked. So, if you've been waiting, it's now available.

Rich Horton mentioned "The Girl Who Whispered Beauty" and the Writers Of The Future v24 in his yearly recaps on his blog. He said there were usually multiple entries under "Anthologies of New Writers", but in 2008 we owned it.

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Rich reviews for Locus and has edited some excellent best of anthologies for Prime Books, so I'm thrilled to get his nod of approval.

The weekend was above zero degrees F, so a good time for snowmen. Coral and I made a laughing snow family.

Cryptic ConFusion was a blast! It was the busiest I've been at a convention in a long time. Was always rushing from one event to the next, especially since I was appearing on three.

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As I mentioned, I've been signed up to do panels at ConFusion. The first panel, the one about "Writers Of The Future" at 9pm Friday, is taking place at the same time as Grogg Tasting and the Dessert Reception! Our room is going to be totally empty! Who's going to give up grogg and chocolate?! So, I highly suggest some of you prepare ways to sneak out with food and drink and cross over to our room to enjoy them! The second panel, about Clarion and Other Writing Workshops at 10pm, is up against the Sex In SF panel! I don't think you should  bring anything back with you from that one.

I've also been asked to attend the autograph session. I'm going to be sitting there looking really silly by myself, since I don't think any books will even be available even if someone wanted a sig. Luckily, Phil Kaldon will be there to keep me company, but if you're bored around 5pm on Saturday do come hang out while we watch the big-time pros do their thing.

Probably off to Priya for dinner after.

I'll be attending Cryptic ConFusion this weekend (January 23-25 2009) at the Detroit-Troy Marriot.

Guests of Honor:

* Cat Rambo — Pro Guest of Honor
* Cory Doctorow — Cryptic Guest of Honor
* Diana Harlan Stein — Artist Guest of Honor
* Elizabeth Turtle — Scientist Guest of Honor
* Ralph D. Lorenz — Scientist Guest of Honor
* Davroz (David Rozian) — Raconteur of Honor
* Freon (Michael Andaluz) — Fan Guest of Honor

There will be plenty of writers there: Cory Doctorow, Cat Rambo, Tobias Buckell, Karl Schroeder, Kelly Armstrong, Jim Hines, Paul Melko, Ann Harris, Philip Edward Kaldon (my Clarion and WOTF compatriot!), Marrie Haskell, Doselle Young, William Jones, Steve Buchheit, Violette Malan, Catherine Shaffer, Steven Harper Piziks, and more... plus editor Jim Frenkel.

I was signed up for two panels on Friday night. At 9pm we discuss "The Writers Of The Future" experience, which will also have Jim Hines and Dr. Philip Edward Kaldon with me. At 10pm we discuss the Clarion Writers Workshop with Cory Doctorow, Cat Rambo, Tobias Buckell and Melody Barker.

You'll find Larc and Coral in the KidFusion events, which are, as you might guess, things for kids to do at the con. Larc is working Kidfusion, as she has for the past few years, so this week Larc and I will be creating and printing up games, puzzles, and other things for the kids to do.

ConFusion will have a number of scientists who will be giving presentations. There will be lots of gaming, art demonstrations, filk, two dances, costuming, a masquerade, media discussions, room partist, etc.. so plenty to keep people with all kinds of interests (as long as they also love SF and fantasy) busy.

Hope to see some of you there!

When I talk to someone about fiction it's generally, as would be expected, with a reader or writer. One of the interesting things about being published is talking with non-readers who read something simply because they know me. It really highlights the difference in how readers think, especially in how science fiction readers think. Not only is there that language gulf between those that do and don't read SF, but there's the simple ability readers have to accept what is written on the page and imagine it. Doubly important with science fiction and fantasy. I knew this gulf existed, but I've never experience it personally until I published, especially because the story in question requires imaging some people with soft bones that can't stand and must slither and others with wings sculpted from breath. It doesn't matter how direct the language is, some people simply won't be able to wrap their heads around such things.

Reading fiction definitely requires certain skills as much as writing it does.

Its award season! SF Writers everywhere are blogging their eligible writing hoping to make it onto ballots for Hugos, Nebulas, the Campbell Award, etc..

So, this is my very first year of eligibility in these awards, and that alone is a wonderful feeling. I'm published! Alas, our publisher only did a mini-printing to have some copies available for the "Writer Of The Future" award ceremony back in August. While our anthology was recently made available direct from the publisher, it is still not in bookstores, so we suspect it has not been read by many. As Ellen Datlow commented, "That's weird and not good as far as any kind of award consideration...Copyright page says 2008." That's the way things go sometimes.

There are many fine stories in the anthology, so if you're eligible to vote and had an opportunity to read it, please consider nominating one of us. My story was certainly Larc's favorite published story of 2008, so I know I can count on one vote!

The Girl Who Whispered Beauty - Writers Of The Future Volume 24 (2008)

Last we heard, copies for the bookstores are now being printed, so it should be more widely available soon. In the mean time, let me know if you'd like to read it.

It's a snow day in Michigan. Schools are closed. Coral (the child) and Larc (the teacher) are home, missing their planned classroom holiday parties. Expecting today's snow, I made sure we had plenty of good coffee, a chicken and potatoes for roasting (with fresh rosemary), and other treats for some nice Winter breakfasts and dinners. Soon I'll be shoveling, and Coral will be in her snow suit making angels and throwing snowballs, most likely at me. I expect some snowmen and snowanimals to be hanging out in our yard by days end. Maybe if it's deep enough, and lasts through the weekend, eventually an igloo or fort will be built, or some sledding on the hill near Grammy's house. No tracks in the neighbor's driveway yet this morning. Today we all slow down. Come February I'll change my tune, but today we're digging the snow, literally and figuratively.

Last weekend we took Coral to Breakfast With Santa. Today we hit the Chanukah Party at the city rec center. Discovered one of the parents is currently working on electric vehicles for Chrysler. Damn, that was some good guy talk! Nothing top-secret, or surprising, but I was able to clarify a few engineering concepts. Party was too short. Had to leave just as we were getting into possible uses for ultra-high-charge capacitors. Oh... and Coral had a good time as well.

Over Thanksgiving we decided to pull up the old wall-to-wall carpeting. Years of stomped on black walnuts, not to mention hands too tiny to hold onto things, stained it up pretty bad. We pulled the bedroom last year and the floor looked good, but we just discovered that was the only room that had been refinished since the 50's. From the remaining hardwood flooring I traced back some houshold activities of the past.

While we mostly use the front door, the old owners definitely used the back... without cleaning off their boots... after walking through mud. The path to the kitchen is tree-bark dark. There are lots of water drops, as if someone shook a wet umbrella or coat, or a dog dried itself off with a shake. There's a lighter path to the livingroom from the kitchen.

A potted plant stood in front of our big picture window. It was well watered. Too well.

There was a dog. It peed sometimes. Inside. When we moved in, Larc and I decided we had a ghost dog in the house. The nose picks up what you can't see even years after an animal's moved on.

We predict that someone probably died of lung cancer. We first suspected that when we pulled off wall paper to paint. Brown oozed out of the walls like the blood of a poltergeist, requiring lots of TSP and KILLZ. Now that the carpet's up, the room smells of cigarettes. Took a well-wrung damp cloth to the floor. Wiping a square yard coats the rag with a dark muddy sienna. Someone must have inhaled two or three packs a day. No sweetness to it, just bitter old nicotine. It smells strongest standing in the doorway between the dining and livingroom, a little vortex of ancient ash. We were going to wait until spring before refinishing the floors, but we're reconsidering. Can you absorb nicotine through your feet?

Interestingly, the retro knotty pine basement bar (with lime green bar stools) doesn't smell of smoke at all.

Of course, my favorite archeological find in the house was the 1950's hard plastic prophylactic container found in the rafters of the garage years ago. That just made me laugh. But this floor needs to be dealt with.

Joined a gym today. Never really been a gym-going kind of guy. More a geek than jock. You know, lots of time in front of screens or at tables. "Exercise by doing" was always my motto. Of course, in the past we ended up doing a lot more hiking, biking, blading, dancing, walking, yoga, etc. just in the course of having fun. These days, activities like that are way to rare. Playing Wii and taking walks isn't doing it. So, off to the gym.

When out and about and not mentally challenged I'd often people watch. People watching's not all that good at the gym. No one interacts. No conversations. No eye contact. You try to guess what people are like in minor ways, mostly in how they start and stop an exercise, where they look while doing it, how they dress. You can occasionally catch someone glancing at another person, or looking at themselves in the mirror. There seem to be certain types of gym goers. Some people are more self conscious and glance around hoping no one is watching. Some act like jock-stars, always posing. Some are all business -- non-stop treadmill people. But mostly it's just a lot of repetitive motion going on. There are quite a few televisions, but I'll probably have to bring some audio in once the newness wears off. I really do need the exercise.

Luckily my muscles haven't totally atrophied. Probably due to weight lifting Coral, but I suspect I'll be sore tomorrow.

The second review of our "Writers Of The Future" anthology was written by Rich Horton and appeared in Locus Magazine. It's another good one. Sarah L. Edwards and I scored his favorite stories, which is very cool.

Still no word on the actual release date, but it now looks like January.

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Larc spotted my name in a neighborhood newspaper. Just a few paragraphs about the "Writers Of The Future" contest. This is not the first time I've been in that paper, but the last time was due to a visual art project. That might explain why the newspaper accidentaly congratulated me for being an illustrater, not a writer.

COLD & SLEEP

I've had this cold since getting back from LA a month ago. Very annoying. A bunch of people that were also in LA mentioned this week they all caught the virus as well. Two still have bad chest infections and have been on multiple antibiotics. Two said they got it, but it cleared up. Two of us have had it, mostly mildly, for a month now and both of us have been having trouble sleeping at night. Even though the only symptoms are a very mild irritation in my throat and ears, and feeling groggy all the time, it might just be what's waking me up every two hours during the night. I hope so, as that means I should be sleeping again when it clears up.

Now, I did actually sleep for six whole hours two days ago, and over four hours in a row last night! Even had a dream. The dream was like a schlock comedy zombie movie staring Bruce Campbell. Strange, a bit funny, and rather entertaining.

NEW LAPTOP, ALMOST

A line went out on my laptop's screen. Lenovo sent someone to the house the next day to replace it. With the hard drive and motherboard replacement in July I feel like I have a totally new machine! I don't usually buy warranties, but knowing I was getting a really fast machine in a very tight case (thus expecting extra heat), I thought it might be a good idea this time around. Glad I did. Wonder if it'll last another four years now?

WRITING NEEDS

Last year my writing progress felt frozen. I realized I needed a few things taken care of for me to move my writing forward again. Not the same kind of things I needed in the past, like feedback, practice, and study, but things of a more basic nature: time, space, consciousness.

First, I needed a quiet location again. I wrote a lot more when I had some alone time on occasion. Last year our house was always very loud and busy, even when I tried hiding upstairs I was always called down shortly after sitting down. I wish I could write and hold a conversation or play with Coral at the same time, but no such luck. I tried using our local library, but found that kids were always running around and playing and there was a lot of talking and commotion constantly pulling me out of the story. So, finding some alone time to write was going to be critical if I was going to write again.

Second, I needed time every day to write until a project is done. Last year I kept starting stories only to have to drop them for days or weeks at a time, and those stories never came together. By the time I got back to them the momentum was gone, along with half of what I'd been thinking about when I was originally working on them. So, one or two hours each day just for writing is a necessity. I can maybe take a weekend off if absolutely necessary, but no more. Writing for only ten or fifteen minutes doesn't work for me, as I need that much time just to warm up and get the words flowing.

Third, I need sleep. Without sleep I'm grumpy and it shows up in the story. Without sleep I don't focus well. Other people say they don't need sleep. I do. I could use a nap right now in fact.

So, the three things listed above are now on on my mandatory to-do list before I start my next writing project. As of two weeks ago the first and second were taken care of with the start of the school year. Now if I can just get the sleep issue solved I'll be writing again.

Coral, our four year old daughter, has been singing, counting, and talking to us, but frequently we don't understand a word she's saying. It's because of the public school system. She's in preschool. We can't understand one of her teachers half the time either. It's very cool actually! You see, Coral's in the Chinese immersion class. Her Chinese teacher is wonderful. In less than two weeks Coral has picked up quite a few Chinese words, numbers, songs, and poems.

A family member of a friend tried to teach me some Japanese, but my ear just isn't tuned to the intonations, so it was really hard to pick up and repeat what they were saying. Who knows what Coral will remember years from now. My father spoke only Polish until he was five, but forgot it all because he refused to speak anything but Engish from that point on. My expectation is that Coral will have a better ear for certain languages than I do simply because of this head start. She also learned some Spanish last year, which I only remembered a little of, though it started coming back with practice.

Oh, and yeah, she's also doing well in all the normal things kids learn in Kindergarten, though it's only preschool. They do plenty of art projects and play a lot. She has lots of friends and has a great time.

So, schools off to a great start this year.

At the workshop the other week one discussion that came up was about the practical issues of putting wings on people. It would only make sense if the atmosphere or force of gravity was different, or bones were hollow, or... you get my drift.

Today in the Film Threat newsletter this short film came through. More of a surreal discourse about the desire to put wings on people. A cool little film by Craig Welch.