Simmer Down Now

Okay, now that that last post is out of my system it’s time to simmer down. And there is good news, today Aral and I realized that Planes Search and Rescue is available to rent or buy on iTunes. Booyah, AC/DC Thunderstruck. Aral is bouncing on the couch singing TS. I am cleaning, thinking of new and interesting ways to hurt characters in my latest story, dropping our lighting load by an order of magnitude (more on that later), and cooking something scrumptious.

That and it is blowing outside. The sunset tonight, oh man! We were enveloped in clouds that turned sepia in the long light of the evening.

Make the Ordinary Come Alive

Do not ask your children
to strive for extraordinary lives.
Such striving may seem admirable,
but it is a way of foolishness.
Help them instead to find the wonder
and the marvel of an ordinary life.
Show them the joy of tasting
tomatoes, apples and pears.
Show them how to cry
when pets and people die.
Show them the infinite pleasure
in the touch of a hand.
And make the ordinary come alive for them.
The extraordinary will take care of itself.

William Martin, The Parent’s Tao Te Ching: Ancient Advice for Modern Parents

Tomorrow I Turn 42

Yes, tomorrow I turn 42. Which, in case you did not know, is the answer to “Life, the Universe and Everything.” And this, in case you were unaware, is one of my all time favorite books. I loved Douglas Adams’ fiction the same way I love pie; with an unhealthy, gluttonous fervor that plays in the borderlands of insane mania. There lies a true poet of our times. He made us laugh, he made us cry, he made us crave perfectly normal. Without trying he described the fundamental nature of our generation. He gave us the Salmon of Doubt.

In celebration of my 42nd birthday I plan on reading through the whole of his compendium. So long and thanks for all the fish.

After Action Geek Fan Expo

It’s over, but wow what can I say? I got to spend some extra special time with Jim C. Hines, Rob Paulsen and Timothy Zahn. In addition to all the panel time and and three readings there was Guests Against Humanity, a dirty little game of epic proportions. I laughed myself silly along with the rest of you. Add to that the VIP dinner and martini and you may see why I had such a great time. Finally, I got an opportunity to participate in what I think will turn out to be a really fine podcast interview with all the folks over at The Rack.

I’ll end this with a quick thank you to all the guests that showed up. You guys made this event and my visit to Detroit super awesome. Your love of all things fiction was palpable and it felt wonderful to be embedded within your loving ranks. Thanks, from me, for showing up and tuning in. I am pleased and blessed to have met you all. Next year bring a friend.

I will write a more detailed account of my time at GFX, but I wanted to say thank you before I jump on the plan and make bee-line back home. You guys rock!

HLD Allegheny

Zane, something like this but bigger. Things dangling off the bottom. There could be two levels of balloon too. Perspective is off here too, it needs to be wider almost panoramic.

Now that that is out of the way, you’re looking at one of the very many reasons I’m not an artists. My friend Zane, who is a very talented artists, knows this and helps me out because he’s good people.

She May Never Read This

My Mom won’t get on Facebook. She doesn’t text or tweet. I suspect that she rarely, if ever, actually clicks through on her laptop to this blog. But that’s okay, she’s my mother and I still love her despite her on-line will’s-and-wont’s.

But you guys should click on over to a monthly feature at SF Signal called Mind Meld where yours truly is featured amongst many other respectable wordsmiths for the August question, What is your favorite childhood memory of a library or bookstore? My Mom, peerless parent, plays a role in my story. Even all these moons later I’m still thankful she stuck with me. My Mom is pretty cool.