Since my last update, the whirlwind has continued:
I got to spend an amazing eight days in beautiful Vancouver, British Columbia, two of them with my sister and four of them at a work conference (one of the doctors I admin assist was President of the national organization holding the conference – nothing at all to do with writing but a fabulous experience nonetheless).
At the Southern Festival of Books this year, I got to see Monica Drake, Chelsea Cain, and (most excitingly for me) Chuck Palahniuk. They gave us beach balls to blow up and glowsticks to insert into them, and then they turned the lights off and played the Bossanova and we all threw balls at each other. Totally what every literary reading needs.
I’m in this! The website hasn’t been updated but the Tennessee volume is out now and contains work by me, Corey Mesler, Jeff Hardin and many others.
Also, I am editing an anthology, How to Live on Other Planets: A Handbook for Aspiring Aliens; go here for the open call for reprint submissions.
The Southern Festival of Books is this weekend, and I went today to see Paolo Bacigalupi, Brian Yansky, Sara Lewis Holmes, Dana Reinhardt and a bunch of people from the writing group, the Nashville Writers’ Alliance. I really enjoyed it–made me a bit homesick for The Word on the Street though, not that I’m not already thinking about home what with seeing Molly Peacock night before last and Thanksgiving being on Monday.
In the Sci-Fi Guys panel with Bacigalupi and Yansky, a conversation broke out about genre and what it all means when a book is labelled science fiction or fantasy or literary or whathaveyou, and Margaret Atwood’s name was floated as somebody who can write science fiction without being put in the science fiction writer box, and I suggested that, being Canadian, and with the market in Canada being so much smaller, writers aren’t expected to stick to one genre in quite the same way they are here. (Peacock had mentioned this cross-genre pollination–though not in relation to Atwood or to science fiction–on Thursday, and when she mentioned it, I was struck by how much more pressure I feel in the US to declare my allegiances. I hadn’t ever put that feeling into words and it was a bit of a revelation for me.)
In other news entirely, I came home to find my poem “Hamiltons” has won the 10-10-10 Poetry Contest, which was a sort of readers’ choice thing. Thanks so much to everybody who took the trouble to comment so thoughtfully on my work.
The 2009 Southern Festival of Books runs October 9-11 in Nashville, Tennessee.
A few wee bits of writing news: I’m the editor, so this doesn’t really count as a publication credit, but I reprinted a scifaiku over at 7×20 (and am taking submissions). Also, Read Write Poem’s abecedarian prompt has inspired me to work on a poem featuring words between lane and suicide, which I hope to finish this weekend. Also also, I just found out about the existence of, and am chuffed about, the Southern Festival of Books.