The Literalization of Hieronymus Bosh (Part II)

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Here's a question any number of people have asked:  How much is one of those bottled stories actually worth?


On a literal level, of course, they're priceless.  I never sell them, only give them away -- to particular friends on special occasions, and to worthy charities.  But of course in this world everything has a price, and that price is often determinable.


The most recent unique-story-in-a-bottle was put up at auction this past weekend at ConQuest to benefit AboutSF, which is (I cut-and-paste here) "a resource center for speculative literature, science fiction, and education that also coordinates volunteer efforts throughout the speculative fiction field."  A laudable purpose and one to be encouraged.


After what was apparently heated bidding, the bottle went for $350.  Which helped the convention raise over $2,600 for the cause.  Pretty darned good for a con with slightly fewer than 600 people attending.




And I'm still on the road . . .


This post was canned just before I left yesterday.  But I'll be home soon.


Above:  Once again, the noble Shadowfax defending his dragon-hoard.  Shadow hasn't been feeling well lately.  We'll see what the vet says.

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