I was just attempting to fill out my World Fantasy Award nomination ballot (which must be postmarked by June 30) and I came across two categories that stumped me: anthology and special award non-professional.

There didn’t seem to be a whole lot of fantasy anthologies published last year to choose from, and for the non-professional category, I’m not sure who or what qualifies for that anymore. In the past, I would have nominated small presses like Night Shade Books, Prime, Subterranean, or PS Publishing, but they’ve all graduated to the professional category. I’m not sure who’s left.

So, any suggestions on who to nominate in those categories?

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As previously mentioned, I was interviewed by the new blog Meme Therapy recently. Well, now the interview is up. Go read!

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SCI FI Wire just published a piece I wrote about Joe Hill’s three International Horror Guild nominations.

Read the story!

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New group-blog, DeepGenre, is offering a free critiquing service to authors:

Back in the days of the late, lamented GEnie online service, Damon Knight opened a topic in which people could post the first thirteen lines of a story they had written, and he would critique it. When we were planning this blog site, I thought it would be a nice tribute to his memory to do the same in this new site. We will be polite about your work here, but we are not cheerleaders. Speaking just for myself, Katharine Kerr, I can be quite fierce about bad prose.

I take it at least one of the DeepGenre contributors will comment on the piece, though more than one may do so. Also, the crits are open to reader comments, so you can receive commentary there as well.

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Meme Therapy is a fairly new blog which I’ve been quite impressed with; they’ve been interviewing a slew of SF writers and other smart people. What they do is, they do a regular, personal-type interview with the subject, but then also ask a series of questions which are published together with the responses from other subjects, in a feature they call “Brain Parade,” which is basically smart people giving their opinions on a particular subject.

Despite the fact that heretofore all their subjects had been talented and intelligent people, Meme Therapy interviewed me recently to get my views on some topics as well. The first of my contributions is available in the “Technological Alienation” Brain Parade (scroll down a little more than halfway down the page). I answered a few other Brain Parade questions, which will be published in short order, I imagine, and the Q&A interview with me should be up within a week or so, or so I’m told.

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Theodora Goss

Originally uploaded by slushgod.

KGB was a blast this month. Theodora Goss and Tobias S. Buckell read. Dora read two stories, one about an author of fairy tales (and her daughter), the other about a woman who marries a bear (which was quite amusing). There she is in the photo, proudly displaying her short story collection, In the Forest of Forgetting.

Toby read his short-short, “Toy Planes,” which appeared in the science journal Nature and was reprinted in Year’s Best SF 11. Since that was quite short, the audience demanded more, and so Toby read an extract from chapter 12 of his most excellent novel Crystal Rain, which if you haven’t read already, you should go to the bookstore immediately and pick up a copy.

It’s always great to see Toby, so that was cool, and this time at KGB it seems like I got to chat with lots of different people, or more than usual at any rate.  I met a few new writers, saw Balticon companions Devin Poore and Mercurio Rivera, chatted with Tempest about the F&SF gender-bias kerfluffle.  After the readings were over, I spent some time chatting with Liz Gorinsky, and she introduced me to her editorial compatriot Anna-Louise Genoese whose blog I’d read but hadn’t met.  So absorbed were we in our conversation that we were among the last to leave KGB as we all departed en masse for the Chinese food after-dinner.  En route, we discussed, among other things, heavy metal, and Anna-Louise admitted to a deep and abiding love for the band Bon Jovi (it remains unknown whether her love extends to the man himself).  Liz mentioned a rather cool-sounding documentary called Paradise Lost, which is about some metalhead kids who were arrested for murder (but it sounds like they were persecuted–or prosecuted, as it were–for their love of metal, not because of evidence). 

At dinner, Doug Cohen and I did some editorial brainstorming, with interesting results.  My posse and I also presented Chris Cevasco with a going-away-to-Clarion gift.  What it is shall remain a secret until he unveils it at Clarion, at which point all will be revealed (and I think most of my readers will appreciate it).  Also, we ate, and it was good.

After dinner, we all wandered outside and chatted for a while, before several of us began peeling away from the group to head for home.  But a few remaining stalwarts, me included, adjourned to a bar across the street for more socialization.  This group included me, Liz, Tempest, Helen Pilinovsky, Eugene Myers, James Trimarco, and another young lady whose name I don’t remember (whose age I guessed to be 25, after being instructed to always guess 25 when guessing a woman’s age).  Not a lot of drinking went on, but scholarly debate ensued as we debated, among other things, racism in Stargate and other shows on the SCI FI Channel. 

Around midnight we called it a night, and wandered off together toward our trains.  Along the way, the ladies started listing hot geeks, starting with names such as Cory Doctorow and China Mieville.  I commented on this to Eugene, who mollified my crushed ego by assuring me that they’d get to me eventually.  It took some time, but as our paths diverged (me toward the PATH, they toward the subway), I received my hot geek props, and hugs all around to boot.  Not a bad way to end an evening.

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Jimmy & Doris Gafgen

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Here are a few pics from the family reunion.

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Okay, so just got through blogging about the Stokers this weekend, but there was even more, more I say!, to blog about, as Sunday was Father’s Day, and I took my grandfather out to the 90th annual Tettemer-Dillion family reunion (though he and I are both Adamses, his mother was a Tettemer, so that’s how we fit in).

Going was all my idea, so I have no one to blame but myself, but I figured it would be kind of boring going into it. I’d been to the reunion a bunch of times as a kid, then once again a few years ago when I moved back up to NJ. It’s mainly boring because it revolves around eating and not much else; back then I was a fat-ass, so at least I had the food to entertain me; now being the slim, fit, sexy-bastard that I am, I could not indulge in the fat-laden barbeque goodness. But it was Father’s Day, and that’s not about me, and I figured my grandfather would enjoy seeing some of the family.

Sadly, though the reunion has been going on for 90 years, numbers have been dwindling dramatically over the past couple years, with this year’s crowd being particularly small. It’s always (or for around 80 years or something) been held at this one pavillion in PA near the NJ border, but a few years ago (the last time I was there, actually), during the business meeting, it was proposed that the event be moved because the pavillion offered no amenities: it’s basically just a pavillion with a bunch of picnic tables and some empty fields around it–no basketball courts, baseball/softball fields, etc. As I recall, it was voted on, and it was decided that the reunion would be moved, but a good portion of the family was upset at the idea of moving it, since it had been tradition to be there for so long, and an emotional plea by several family members subverted the democratic process. This rift apparently drove off those who wanted the reunion moved, and so this year much time was spent discussing how to get the family back together. The pavillion, which would normally be totally filled, was about half empty this year, so everyone found this troubling.

My problem with the reunion mainly is that though it’s *family* reunion, I don’t know most of the people there, and somehow there’s people several years older than me and several years younger than me, but no one my age. And me being a shy geekish sort, I’m not one to go around introducing myself to strangers, even if they are family. I was personally torn on the venue issue, understanding the want to keep tradition going, but on the other hand, I thought that if there *were* basketball courts and the like, that would get me talking to some other people at the reunion should we all congregate there to shoot some hoops.

One suggestion that I really liked was that the organizers put some effort into doing some games/events for the grown up men (I mean, it is *Father’s Day* after all). Most of the activities are geared toward keeping the kids entertained (they have an egg toss, and some kind of jumping-over-the-rope contest), but not much for the adults. Someone suggested some kind of chipping contest (a golf thing), which might be fun. But I thought that since there’s so many people at this thing, a softball game would be a natural thing to organize. Pretty much anyone can play softball, and you don’t even really need a field per se, so long as you have a wide open area.

In any case, the reunion wasn’t so bad, despite the lack of things to do and the sparse attendance. I spent some time talking with my older cousin Jimmy Gafgen, who is an accomplished sculptor. He’s got statues all over New Jersey, and I don’t know where all else. I’ve been trying to convince him to get himself a website so people can read about (and see examples) of his work, but so far no luck. Here’s an article (without a picture, alas) about his newest sculpture, this one of Harriett Tubman; it was unveiled just recently, and Jimmy showed us some pictures. At the moment, he’s working on a veteran’s memorial, which will consist of a rifle stuck into the ground with a helmet atop it and a pair of boots beside it.

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