November 8, 2008
A rare journalistic entry:
Friday -- Art Crawl & dinner at the Pen & Pencil
Saturday -- Tom Purdom's literary salon, eagle-watching at the Oswego Dam, and dinner at Gene & Sarah's
Sunday -- dropped by Greg & Barbara's to give them a ham (from Gene) and then went wandering through a cemetery, writing on leaves, for "October Leaves"
So, a good weekend and good prep for when Marianne retires.
Then the conclusion to an appreciation of Neil Gaiman that was solicited by a website. The story prior to this conclusion was about how, when we were both in Chengdu, I sometimes found it hard to slip in a story because Neil had already begun one himself:
And you know what I learned? Two things. First, that my well-known friend (possibly prompted by hunger) was wrong. A compulsive storyteller is the best company in the world. Second, that, given the choice, I'd rather listen to Neil's stories than tell my own, simply because I already know how mine come out. So, in that respect, I guess Neil wins.
Not, as I said, that it's a competition.Finally, notes toward one of my columns during the brief and pleasant year in which I inexplicably found myself a columnist for Science Fiction World, the single largest science fiction magazine on the planet. Based in (by no coincidence) Chengdu:
Imagine you were born half a world away and had never been to China. Now imagine that you suddenly found yourself in Chengdu, a guest of Science Fiction World at [NAME].
NAME is a place-holder for the 2007 International Science Fiction and Fantasy Conference in Chengdu, a title I always have trouble remembering. If you're ever invited, incidentally, do go. The good people at Science Fiction World are the very best hosts in the world. Even now, I am smiling at the memory.