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–until next year, maybe. I don’t have all my 2017 cons sorted out yet, and I do not want to travel as much next year as I did/will this year. But I had a good time and I love NYC, so I don’t know….

Last week at this time, I was home, unpacking and making a list of needed groceries. It felt good to be back in my space, with everything I needed to get through the day close at hand, but it was good to get away. I love staying at The Jane. It’s located on Jane Street–duh–in a residential area of the West Village. You leave the hotel and run into folks walking their dogs or pushing strollers. No Midtown-Times Square crowds and craziness. It’s a neighborhood:

IMG_0457West Village/Chelsea








Plenty of shops, bars, and restaurants once you head out to Washington Street, 8th Avenue. And it is on 11th Avenue, which can get busy. But if you cross that, you’re in the Hudson River Greenway. Then there’s the river, and the view (this from one of the terraces at the Whitney Museum of American Art, which is a few minutes’ walk away:

view of Hudson River & NJ from the Whitney

I like it.





I also like Gitane’s, the restaurant off the hotel lobby. Sazeracs are on the menu, and they have an alligator:

A really good sazeracGitane's alligator








I did not manage to do all the things I wanted to do. Only managed two museums, the Whitney and the 1st floor of the Met–it was too hot and humid to wander, and I didn’t want to wear myself out before the convention. I never made it to the Campbell Apartments for a sazerac, but since I was able to get a good one at the Jane, I wasn’t too disappointed. I did snag a ticket for a fireworks river cruise on the 4th. I took too many videos, and some of the lighting isn’t the best. I also can’t upload any of them because there’s an 8MB limit for video files, so, imagine fireworks. Shopping was confined to a couple of quick runs through the Chelsea Market, and the Met gift shop. Oh, and the FBI gift shop, where I got the best t-shirt ever:

ZTF shirt








The FBI workshop was great–very informative, with presentations about past cases and Q&A sessions. Thrillerfest was fun. I missed some of the events since I didn’t stay at the con hotel, but my panel went well–I wore my ZTF t-shirt:

photo courtesy of Thrillerfest

photo courtesy of Thrillerfest


Heather Graham moderated. From right to left: Me, Kelley Armstrong, Christine Feehan, Mell Corcoran, and Alexandra Ivy. We talked about what scares us, what books or movies inspired us, and whether we had ever had any paranormal experiences. I pushed The Dark Descent, a collection of horror stories that imo every horror fan should have in their library. Also mentioned my love of Constantine the movie. Sorry, purists–I know how you feel, but I don’t have anything invested in the comic, so.



After my panel, which was on Friday morning, I attended panels, and signed some books. Met some great folks–shout outs to Mell Corcoran, Veronica Forand, and Kate Kessler! Made quick passes through parties.

In closing, the 81st Street/Museum of Natural History subway stop is the best:

81st St. subway squawki was herethe bats are big down here






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Jun. 15th, 2016 04:49 pm
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Two and a half weeks until Thrillerfest, which means not really the doldrums. More like, I should be thinking about what to pack but I can’t face it yet. I have a lot to work to do between now and then, so instead I’m dicking around online in search of bars in NYC that make sazeracs. Taking recs for food trucks and restaurants.

I get a year older during the visit. Born on the 4th, me. Looking forward to an NYC fireworks display. Also, walking the High Line, the Hudson Riverwalk. Puttering. I love New York. I really do.

And then there’s the con itself. I have a cool panel on Friday morning at 1020am:

Panel Master: Heather Graham
Kelley Armstrong
Mell Corcoran
Christine Feehan
Alex Gordon
Donna Grant
Alexandra Ivy

Then I get to go to panels, sign some books, talk to folks, fangirl, etc etc. Hoping for decent weather.

Reading–I am ashamed to admit that I don’t read as much as I used to. I mean, I read a lot online–news and political blogs. Science articles. But as for fiction…I must have well over 200 books in my electronic TBR stack (we won’t even talk about the jammed bookcases). I finished Robin McKinley’s SUNSHINE a few weeks ago, and loved it. Wanted to start something else, but I have research to do and that means nonfiction. That current book is THE EPIGENETICS REVOLUTION by Nessa Carey, and I should be way further along than I am.

I feel…guilty. Writers should read. It’s a major tool in the kit. It’s the primary way to learn what’s out there.

Also, it’s fun.

I have some beta-reads on tap, so I can rebuild the reading muscles that way. Then there are some golden oldies: MR James, Terry Pratchett, Preston & Child. Honestly, if someone stranded me on a desert island with my iPad and a solar charger, I’d be fine for at least a year. Two, possibly.

Oh well, back to something resembling work.

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Busy April

Apr. 1st, 2016 09:58 pm
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RT Convention prep is ongoing. I’ve had Alex Gordon purse mirrors made. Today, I bought little black bags and tags, eye and sugar skull stickers, little bits of eerie to use as badge decorations. Also, business cards. There will also be candy, but I’m going to get it in Las Vegas.

I’m also editing Contact Imminent in preparation for its reissue next month. I needed to reread it so that I could write the cover copy, and oh dear what was I thinking when I tossed in all those exclamation! points! A bunch of those got deleted.Also, em-dashes. They have their place, and I loves them to bits. But there are limits.

As for today, so many links!!!!!**

Incident on a Small Colony, the one and only Jani Kilian novella, appears this month in Lightspeed Magazine’s ebook issue. Yes, I know it’s available on the website, but if you buy the issue, you also get my Spotlight interview in which I discuss how I came up with the tech and why I took the directions I did with Jani’s character and other aspects of the story. Plus, there’s a lot of other great fiction and reviews. Definitely worth $3.99US.

As for Alex Gordon, she’s interviewed in this month’s issue of THE BIG THRILL. I discuss the development of Lauren Reardon, the different worlds of GIDEON and JERICHO, and how I got started on this writing thing in the first place.

Also, Marie Brennan is celebrating the 10th anniversary of the release of her first novel and the upcoming release of her new one, IN THE LABYRINTH OF DRAKES, by hosting other writers on her site and asking us questions over the next five days. Today’s question is, What is the earliest story you ever recall writing? I am in awe of the memories of my fellow authors.

**I had to do something with those deleted !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mirrored from Taking notes along the way.

A Tuesday

Feb. 16th, 2016 09:29 am
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Still in a post-con mindset, catching up on emails and wondering what I missed. Working on Alex Gordon interview questions, LAW OF SURVIVAL prep, counting down to the JERICHO release, and pondering new work. I need to fit taxes in there somewhere. And oh look, it’s already mid-February.

Capricon was fun. Saw a few folks I hadn’t talked to in years, and met some folks I had to that point known only online. The panels went well, too, with much good discussion about the purposes of SF (should it be predictive, or extrapolation, or commentary, or AOTA*), and about new technologies that may help overcome antibiotic resistance.

The con weekend did start out rocky on Friday morning when I rushed out to the car only to find one of my month-old tires had gone flat. Tried to fill it using my little garage compressor, but no go. Luckily, the tire place was on the way–they took the car right in, and fixed the tire. Turns out that I had run over a leveling bolt from a stove or refrigerator. Yup, hit it just right. So yes, the tire was fixed, and I made it to the con with 20 minutes to spare. But it irks me that my BRAND NEW TIRE already has a patch.

Next up–C2E2! Alex Gordon me has a panel; I’ll post all the info when I have it.

Cold and quiet outside today. Gaby is at the vet’s getting her teeth cleaned, so I’ll take advantage of the stillness and get an early start on work….

*All Of The Above

Mirrored from Kristine Smith.


Feb. 4th, 2016 09:04 pm
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Another month, another convention.

Another drive-a-con. Even better, a commuter-con. I don’t have to pack.

My schedule:

What would SF Look Like in a Science Fiction World? – Friday, 02-12-2016 – 10:00 am to 11:30 am – River B
If starships and robots are part of your everyday life, what would your science fiction be about?

Reading: Kristine Smith – Friday, 02-12-2016 – 1:00 pm to 1:30 pm – River C (Cafe)

Autographing: Dale Cozort, Kristine Smith – Friday, 02-12-2016 – 2:30 pm to 3:15 pm – Autograph Table

Post Antibiotic Era – Saturday, 02-13-2016 – 11:30 am to 1:00 pm – Birch B
What do we do if we run out of antibiotics? Between antibiotic resistant bacteria, and the possibility of civilization falling, it is a distinct possibility that in the near future there will be none left. How can we take care of infections and diseases without them?

Mirrored from Kristine Smith.

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Next week. Where has the year gone, I ask you?

The final schedule is out, and I have one panel and a reading.

Friday 6 Nov: Broadway 2 • 12:00
Reading: I will be reading some selections from JERICHO.

Mass Autographing Session :

8:30pm City Center 2A and City Center 2B
Open to signers at 8:00
Open to all at 8:30

And on Saturday the 7th, my panel:

2:00•City Center 2A : Fantasy and Detective Fiction — A Natural Fit?

After that, on Sunday 8 Nov at 6pm, I’ll be appearing with a host of other writers at Flights of Fantasy Books and Games. Julie Czerneda! Anne Bishop! Garth Nix! Many more! Then that will be it for travel for 2015.

Here at the ol’ homestead, I am watching the leaves fall and trying to work up the nerve to assemble the leaf grinder/mulcher that I bought earlier this month. No more raking the leaves to the curb for the city to pick up, said I. Instead, I shall grind them and use them to mulch the shrubbery in preparation for the winter ahead.

We’ll see how it goes. Last  year, I mulched some of the leaves with the mower, but there were just too many and I wound up disposing of well over half, along with all the damned needles that fell like rain from the Scots pine in the front yard. This year, it all gets ground up. I’ll leave the ground pine needles under the pine and spruce trees, and save the leaves for the shrubs. Oak leaves–of which I have so so many–are acidic according to all I’ve read, so the hydrangeas and hibiscus should like that.



Mirrored from Kristine Smith.

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Still alive. Currently revising JERICHO, a book by Alex Gordon, aka My Alter Ego. In a little over two weeks, both of us will be at Thrillerfest X in NYC. Looking forward to meeting folks, meeting with my editor, and maybe getting out of the hotel and checking out a few food trucks. Given how much will be going on, getting away may prove difficult, but I will try.

Not much else to report besides the usual–working, cooking, baking, losing the never-ending battle with weeds. For a change of pace, here’s a photo of Gaby exploring the very edge of Lake Michigan.

Gaby meets the Lake

Gaby meets the Lake

Mirrored from Kristine Smith.

ksmith: (utensils)

I walked over to my neighbor’s the other day to return the empty peach basket, and he said “Don’t you want some more?” So I filled said basket again–5.5 pounds of mixed white and yellow. I wanted to make another batch of something different, and found a relatively simple recipe for chutney. I eat a lot of chicken, and thought a new type of sandwich spread/relish might be something nice to have around.

As usual, I tweaked. Used dark brown sugar instead of light. About 1/4 tsp salt instead of a pinch. A shallot and a small wedge of sweet onion instead of red onion.

I like a little heat, but not too much. So, I used two dried peppers. The bag wasn’t labeled–it just read “Dried Chili Peppers.” They’re about the size of my pinky and dark red, so I think they’re cayennes.

After blanching/peeling/pitting, I figured I wound up with a little under 5 pounds of usable peach. Because of that, and also because I found the white peaches a little tart, I bumped up the brown sugar from 1 2/3 cup to 2 cups.



I wound up with 7 half-pints, although the 7th is about half juice. I tried a little of it, and I really liked it. Just enough heat. Sweet, but not too. Nice bite from the ginger, and that special something from the cardamom. I’m planning on roast chicken for Sunday, and will try it then.

In other news, I will be at UW-Waukesha tomorrow for the Southeast Wisconsin Festival of Books. I have two programming items, a panel and a signing:

How a Book Gets Made (w/ Alex Bledsoe, John Klima, James Lowder, Steven H Silver)
Sat, 10:45 AM, N140

Signing Time: Sat 1:30 PM (according to the program pdf, signings are in the Commons Student Lounge)

Supposed to be a pretty nice day tomorrow, sunny and cool. Looking forward to the drive, and to seeing folks.

Mirrored from Kristine Smith.

ksmith: (gaby1)

It’s been a good weekend. Brainstorming with other writers–I don’t get enough of that in my life.

Took a break on Sunday afternoon. Dropped by C2E2, the Chicago Comics and Entertainment Expo, for the day. Finally met online pals in person– Anne Bishop and Colleen Lindsay. Also met a passel of UF authors: Kerry Schafer, Christina Henry, Amber Benson, and Alex Hughes. Ran into Alex Bledsoe in passing, in that way one does. The Brownian motion of a convention.

I also committed Leather in the forms of a rustic handbag and a bound journal. I really, really shouldn’t be allowed anywhere near a dealers room.

And I got to shake Peter Davison’s hand. He was seated in the autograph booth next to Anne and Co, and I told him I had been a fan since the Tristan Farnon days.

Gaby managed to complicate matters by once more refusing to eat. But. I had packed her food bowl, and on Saturday the folks taking care of her gave it a try. Well, Herself ate. Not everything, not at first. But by this morning, she was munching a reasonable amount. I fed her an hour or so after we got home, and she ate her usual dinner amount. She’s sacked out on the couch now. Poor exhausted girl. She was groomed, and came home with a little neckerchief and a bow on her butt.

"I have a bow on my butt."

“I have a bow on my butt.”

Serves her right.

Mirrored from Kristine Smith.


Apr. 20th, 2013 03:35 pm
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It’s going too fast, but that’s life in general, isn’t it?

The house smells good. I had dug some round and flank steak out of the freezer and threw together some not-quite-beef-bourguignon. Sort of followed this recipe–I just lacked carrots, button mushrooms, or pearl onions, and I was supposed to use chuck, not round or flank. But I did have dried porcini mushrooms. So I soaked them in beef broth and added them.

Verdict? To a complete lack of surprise to some of you, I’m sure, the meat came out dry. There’s a reason one needs a stew-friendly, fatty cut of beef for this recipe. Lesson learned. At least I have plenty of sauce left–if I mince the meat and add barley, I’ll have a decent soup.

Had it with some leftover not-quite-colcannon, which consisted of halved Brussels sprouts and fingerling potatoes fried with lotsa onion and a little fresh thyme. That came out surprisingly well. Tasted good cold or warm, especially earlier this week when added to tuna, wilted spinach, and mustard-caper vinaigrette for a not-really-salad-nicoise.

Yes, I do often make it up as I go along. And sometimes, like today, I pay a price.

Sunny this morning, but chilly. High 30s. Long walk with Herself along the wooded trail. Signs of the week’s heavy rains abound. Mushy ground. Standing water. Grooves cut into the ground by fast-flowing water. Much of the water flowed east, toward the wetlands, which was a great place for it. Marsh life may do well this year as a result. I have seen cranes fly over. Heard them, too. Honk, honk.

There’s a different sort of goose hanging with the Canadas that congregate at the nearby park . Not a swan. Looked a little like these guys. Snow goose? Whatever it is, I hope that it finds some of its own. The Canadas seem to have accepted having it around, but come breeding time it may find life a little lonely.

On the way home, Gabster and I walked through the neighborhood. A couple of homes had deer figurines, large and tiny, in their front yards. Gaby would stiffen as soon as she saw one, and try to approach it until the stillness or lack of smell or something told her that they weren’t real deer. Such a huntress.

Looking forward to a long weekend in the city next week. I will drop by C2E2 for one day, my first comicon. A massage and tea at the Drake may also happen, though not at the same time. Got a little black dress for tea. Big girl shoes, which I will carry in my purse and put on in the lobby because they are about as stable as a toothpick bridge in a gale. They’re not even that high–kitten heels. 2 inches, maybe? It’s the style. Shoes made for sitting and sipping.

Mirrored from Kristine Smith.

ksmith: (cloud dream)

Over on Facebook, I posted a link to a Roger Ebert essay on life, death, and things learned in between. I think it a courageous piece by someone who was staring mortality in the face. Lovely, in places. One line in particular stood out for me, a quote by van Gogh. “Just as we take a train to get to Tarascon or Rouen, we take death to reach a star.”

I’m not ready for the stars. I hope to put off that journey for a long time. But it’s a promise to ponder. Something to take out of my back pocket and examine, every so often.

That said, there has been altogether too much bad health news lately, touching people I know and people I’ve only heard of and read about. April has been living up to its reputation as the cruelest month, and it can stop it anytime now.

Gaby seems to be okay. Still not eating at pre-King levels. I had to take her to the vet’s on Monday for an inflamed foot; she was weighed, and looks to have lost a couple of pounds. 43.1, as opposed to the 45.0 she weighed back in August. Vet is not too concerned yet. Gaby could still afford to lose a little more weight–40 lbs would be a good weight for her. She’s playful, acting normally. I take her back in a month for a teeth-cleaning, and if she’s still off her feed and/or has lost too much weight, there will be blood tests, etc. Trying not to think about anything being wrong. She has been through a lot of change lately, and I honestly believe that she ate more when King was around because she knew that if she didn’t eat it, he would. She’s not a food-driven dog–she will eat when she’s hungry and not before, and if the food isn’t to her liking, she will pick. It could be that she’s tiring of the duck & sweet potato, and I will need to find her something else. Not looking forward to the possibility, but if I have to, I guess I will have to.

It’s still chilly, but the Time of Freeze seems to have passed, she said hopefully. Crocuses have bloomed, a little cluster of purple amid the brown. Lawn is greening here and there. Indoors, the sprouts are coming along. Tomatoes are an inch or so high. Basil, a bit shorter. No signs of life yet from the mesclun in the raised bed, but it has only been a week since I planted the seeds.

Looking forward to a long weekend in Chicago at month’s end. I will be spending a day at the Chicago Comic and Entertainment Expo. Not on any panels–attendee only. It will be my first comics convention. No idea what to expect, but I will wear comfy shoes and bring my camera.

Mirrored from Kristine Smith.

ksmith: (me)

I can’t believe a week has passed since Chicon began.

It was a good con. I’m calling it my TARDIS con–not the one I thought I wanted, but the one I needed.

My agent and I were both a bit shocked to realize that we hadn’t seen one another in person since WFC-Madison in 2005.

I attended Elizabeth Moon’s reading, the SFWA business meeting, the Hugos, a few parties. Hit the Big Bar, the Art Show and the Dealers Room, bought some small pictures that will catch up with me eventually, an evil eye bracelet, an astrological necklace, and some space music CDs. Shopped on Michigan Avenue–Vosges Chocolatiers, Williams-Sonoma, Sephora, J Jill. The essentials.

Enjoyed the city. The weather Friday was hot and humid, but sunny and bright.

Friday night, Random House threw a boat party. We started out on the river, then went out on the lake for a while.

Mirrored from Kristine Smith.

ksmith: (susan_head)

The autographing tables at Chicon were located in Back of Beyond, in a large space behind the Dealers Room that also contained displays, con tables, etc. Folks wandered in and out, some in costume.

During my Friday afternoon stint, someone walked by in an amazing yet eerie costume: a skeleton with glowing green eyes, enrobed in shadow-streaked white. I assumed s/he was Death, possibly Pterry’s Death. S/he loomed 8-9 feet in height, and moved with creepy smoothness. I don’t know how s/he managed to keep their balance while manipulating their arms and walking, but it was a sight.

After a few minutes’ walking around, Death stopped in front of a screen to pose for pictures. Quite a few of us dug out our cameras and snapped away. As we did, a little girl–3 years old, maybe?–walked up to Death and with no sign of fear whatsoever held out her hand.

Death gently took her hand. I was too far away to hear if s/he said anything, but s/he may have because the little girl turned and pointed. I snapped another pic as she did so.

Sometime later, I downloaded the pics and checked them out and…oh….

I thought for a moment that she had pointed at me, but I assume that she was pointing to her parents. Yes, that’s it. Parents.

Give me thy hand, oh! maiden fair to see,
For I’m a friend, hath ne’er distress’d thee.

Der Tod und das Mädchen (Matthias Claudius)

Mirrored from Kristine Smith.


Sep. 3rd, 2012 03:24 pm
ksmith: (gimme a break)

Way behind on Worldcon blogging. But, I didn’t want to pay for the in-room wifi, and while I did check email using the free public connection, I just didn’t want to spend a lot of time online. People to talk to. Things to do.

I attended the Hugos last night, went to a couple of parties, then adjourned to the bar for the rest of the evening. Around midnight, ran into Michelle Sagara West–we sat and talked until, ahem, 6am.

Michelle then fled because she had to try to catch a few winks before getting up at 830am to catch a cab to the airport. I requested a late check-out. Awoke around 10am. Showered. Packed. The plan was then to nab bellman to cart bags downstairs and stash them while I caught late breakfast/early lunch. Then off I would go.

But. 1200 rooms checking out this morning. When I phoned the bell stand, they said the wait would be an hour. Since it was getting close to my extended check-out deadline of 1pm, I went downstairs, had a really nice burger, then came back up and tried the bell stand again. I was told the wait was still an hour, but the dispatcher remembered my previous call and said she would send someone up as soon as they were available.

So. I settled down with my iPad and Richard Kadrey’s DEVIL SAID BANG, expecting a wait. Five minutes later, I heard a knock on the door. Bellman! While I called for Kuro, he loaded all my stuff. Kuro was waiting for me by the time I turned in my keycards. Got the car loaded, and by 1pm I was on my way home.

Sunny day. 80s. I never realized how lovely Michigan Avenue is. You don’t see it if you’re walking or hunkered in the back of a cab. But you see it all if you’re at the wheel, the building facades and the trees and flowers.

Easy drive home. The only speed bump came as I pulled into the driveway, when I remembered that I had forgotten to pick up my art. One quicksale, and one bid. I hope I can arrange shipping somehow. We’ll see.

Home. It appears that we had about 3 tenths of an inch of rain over the weekend, the last remains of Isaac. Either that, or I forgot to empty out the gauge when I watered last Wednesday.

More con stuff will follow as it comes back to me. I feel as though I’ve been away a month, which I guess is a good thing. I mentioned elsewhere that I had the neatest room ever, a tiny two-level suite which needed only a convection oven and downstairs sink to make a pretty nice pied-a-terre.

And no, the view isn’t cock-eyed. I can’t get the thumbnail to rotate. The full-size version should be okay.

Mirrored from Kristine Smith.

ksmith: (gimme a break)

I will be bringing fresh tomatoes to Chicon. That’s what happens when your cherry tomato decides to go crazy the last few weeks of the season. Just a couple of pints, along with a few of the bigs. Not my usual snack-for-the-room, but healthier than most.

Given that I’m driving, I have pretty much given up on the clothes whittling. I am taking 3x more than I need, and may not wear half of it. But I’ll have it if I need it.

I have noticed, however, a certain overabundance of black, white, and cream in the dressy con-wear. I am bringing one lilac velvet shirt just for the sake of variety.

And hey, not flying, so can pack regular-size bottles of stuff. Woot!

I had planned to have a relaxing day today–take a half-day off, do last-minute prep, and then lounge for the evening. But yesterday afternoon at the day job became a little fraught. I messed up something. Caught the mistake, but by that time matters had moved downstream sufficiently that repairs were required. I thought for a short while that I might not be able to get to Chicon until Friday.

So, got up earlier than usual and got into work earlier than usual. Gathered up all the needed paperwork and went to beg for mercy. Turns out I worried for nothing. Mistake was readily fixable. However, it highlighted something else, that I wasn’t responsible for, that needed fixing. So I was able to fix it. Nice thing was, that fix pretty much wiped out my mistake. Learning experience, and no Kristines were harmed. A two-fer. Yea.

Home now. Shoulders still a little tight. Tired. I have notes magnetted–not a word, sue me–all over the refrigerator, reminders to not forget this or that. Contact lens stuff. Meds. Cords.

I know I’ll forget something, but hey, Chicago. I am guessing I will be able to find a reasonable substitute somewhere.

Mirrored from Kristine Smith.

ksmith: (me)

My spam, it is awesome. Let me show you it.

It’s a cloudy Sunday morning. Coolish. Rain moving in, according to radar. Hope it actually hits the ground because the grass is shriveling again and trees are losing their leaves. Saw a few sugar maples around town that were already turning, patches of vermilion amid the green.

It’s not just summer that’s blown by. It’s the whole damn year.

I’ve been harvesting tomatoes. Not enough to make a batch of marinara, but enough that I need to eat a couple every day to keep up. Forced to eat tomatoes still warm from the sun–there are worse things in life. I think I’m going to have to bring some to Chicago else they spoil on the vine.

Speaking of Chicago, slowly gearing up for Chicon. I didn’t have time to write anything new, so I will likely read excerpts from existing work. There two fantasy short stories that came out over the past few years–the anthos in which they appear are still available. Then there’s ENDGAME, which has been out for donkey’s years but which I never promoted. I may read a favorite scene. Not sure. Depends on the audience.

Getting clothes cleaned. Figuring out which to take. It’s going to be hot according to forecasts, but I am guessing that the convention area itself will be frickin’ freezing, as convention areas often are. Will bring layers. And a frock coat, which now fits thanks to the 20 pounds I left by the wayside over the last year. Black with burgundy lining. It’s not a true frock coat–no split back, and the cuffs aren’t truly cuffy. But it’s nice and spiff, a Saturday night item.

Oh hell, it’s this one. I forgot when I bought it–early to mid ’00s, maybe. Thought it would be the perfect con coat, then stopped going to cons. Will wear it with black pants. Heels. Frilly white shirt or t-shirt beneath? Have yet to decide.

On a somber note, I was saddened to hear of the death of Neil Armstrong. We were living in Florida when Apollo 11 went up. I was 11. I remember the night of the Moon landing–my aunt and uncle and their kids came over. Some camped out in front of the TV, while others chatted and played cards in the dining room. I confess that I went from one room to the other, and may have missed the actual moment. I remember it as being much, much later than it actually was, 2 or 3 am instead of 1130pm-ish. Still, it was way past my bedtime and I confess that I was not as excited as some people. But I remember that it was the sort of event that made folks want to gather together and keep their kids up well past their bedtime because it was momentous, dammit. How many events since could be called that?

I like to think that Armstrong is back up on the Moon, driving around in the LRV. Every so often, he stops and stares out at the Earth. Then he hits the road again, exploring all those areas of the lunar surface that he didn’t get to see the first time.

Mirrored from Kristine Smith.

ksmith: (me)

A few days have passed since I received my schedule. So, whilst keeping in mind that things may still change:

Fri Aug 31 10:30:am–11:00:am Reading: Kristine Smith (Grand Suite 3)

Fri Aug 31 12:00:pm–1:30:pm Autograph Session 3 (Riverside center Exhibition Hall)
Adam-Troy Castro, Edward Willett, Eric Flint, Kristine Smith, Mr. Magic Realism/Bruce Taylor, Nancy Kress, Scott Edelman, Tom King

Sat Sep 1 1:30:pm–2:00:pm Writer Under Glass #36 (Fan Lounge)
This isn’t actually a panel, but a stunt. Writers volunteer to sit in a certain place for 30-40 minutes each and write serially on a collaborative story. Each takes up where the previous left off throughout the run of the convention. The resulting manuscript will be printed out only once, signed by all the writers, and entered into the charity auction as a contribution from all the writers. Con attendees can watch the writers at work–this has to be done in public like Harlan Ellison’s writing in shop windows–but may not harass them. The attendees can watch what\’s being written in real time on a remote monitor. The story is complete at the end of the con and no other copies will be made without consent of all the writers who participated.

Sun Sep 2 10:30:am–12:00:pm Kaffeeklatsche with: Kristine Smith (Kaffeeklatsche 1)

A low-key schedule, which is nice. I’ll have time to enjoy the con.

Mirrored from Kristine Smith.


Aug. 1st, 2012 08:18 pm
ksmith: (me)

Preliminary schedule for Chicon arrived this evening. I don’t want to post times/dates yet because it may change. So far, it’s a reading, autographing, a kaffeeklatsch, and something called Writers Under Glass:

Writers volunteer to sit in a certain place for 30-40 minutes each and write serially on a collaborative story. Each takes up where the previous left off throughout the run of the convention. The resulting manuscript will be printed out only once, signed by all the writers, and entered into the charity auction as a contribution from all the writers.

I hope I get to keep this item. Looks like fun.

In other news, attendance at WFC looks iffy. At least one semi-significant house repair will hit this month. Then there are King’s health issues. If he winds up needing abdominal surgery, I will likely need to bag the con.

Holding out a little hope, but not much.

Mirrored from Kristine Smith.


Apr. 9th, 2012 11:24 pm
ksmith: (drama queen)

Sick. Chest cold. Exhausted. Appetite shot. Not the greatest way to end a vacation. I got home from the airport, dragged my stuff inside, then crawled into bed. I’ve been sleeping off and on ever since.

I hope I feel better tomorrow because I’ve got a boatload of stuff to do.

And I have a lot to post about, but I’ve got the energy of a wet washcloth.

Mirrored from Kristine Smith.

ksmith: (me)

Feels like Saturday. I think I have Vacation Brain.

I also think con crud may be settling in a bit early. I feel…off, ear, nose, and throat-wise. Of course, I’d been breathing pristine Oregon mountain air for the past 6 days, and am now in a hotel on the outskirts of a busy airport. Hmmm….

Norwescon started yesterday. I arrived at the hotel 3ish, checked in, then got ready for the 5pm panel on “Building a Balanced Mythos.”

When building a religion for your world, how do you make it balanced and plausible without riffing off of existing religions? How will myth and religion impact your plot and motivate your characters? Why should there be several types of belief systems on a world?
James L. Sutter (M), Benjamin Tate, Clinton J. Boomer, Kevin Radthorne

I wasn’t originally slated for programming, but Joshua Palmatier (aka Ben Tate) was hit with a flight change that prevented him from making it to the con in time, and asked me to sub for him. I didn’t expect many people at a late afternoon/first day of con panel, but the room was packed and the discussion went very well. SF vs Fantasy religion-building. Are your gods actual beings that interfere in the lives of men (the Greek gods, frex), or the personifications of forces and ideas? What do your gods want, and why would anyone believe in them? The hour went fast.

I am now waiting for Joshua to finish his morning programming. We are probably going to head into the city to check out a couple bookstores and grab lunch. Weather looks decent–chilly, but partly sunny. Packing my brollie just in case.

Mirrored from Kristine Smith.

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