And I'm off the road! It was fun to be at Boskone, but it's better to be home.
Not only am I back, but I'm in print. The current (April/May) issue of Asimov's includes my story "An Empty House With Many Doors." Which is, if I may dare say it aloud, a love letter to Marianne. One which took five years to finish.
What happened was that one evening I asked myself what I would do if Marianne were to die in a car accident or while fighting to turn back (and this is so typical of her) an objectivist invasion of the United States. Well, I thought, I wouldn't be a drama queen about it. I'd do the decent, manly thing and slowly drink myself to death.
That evening I wrote the first half of the story.
The second half, though . . . How could I come up with a happy ending? Keeping in mind that Marianne would settle for nothing less? I was stymied for a long, long time.
But finally I found it. The second half, I mean.
And hence the story.
Above: My beautiful steampunk wife, with what T. S. Eliot called "Prester John's balloon."