Tuesday, February 27, 2007


It appears that Scott Eagle will be able to do an original piece for The Situation, coming in late spring 2008 from PS Publishing. Fairly sure it'll be an absolutely beautiful (and disturbing) wrap-around. I still don't know why more people don't use Eagle for books.

In others news, pretty much all of the year's best fantasy/SF/horror contents have been announced and thus far there is overlap of exactly one story with exactly one anthology (YBFH) between Best American Fantasy and the others. This justifies, I think, our focus and the anthology in general. Whereas there is significant overlap between the contents of other fantasy anthos, ours is almost completely unique. Not only that, this is the highest quality material I've ever been associated with as an editor, and I've seen some remarkable stuff.


Monday, February 26, 2007


Odyssey has posted a podcast of one of my lectures on fantasy. You can check it out here.


Sunday, February 25, 2007


We're coming down to the wire for the opening reading period for the pirate anthology. If you're still working on one, please note that we will accept submissions until March 4th. As it turns out, we're going to be at the AWP Conference from March 1 - 4, so it's impossible for us to finish making our decisions by March 1 anyway. If you've got work on hold, you'll probably hear from us by March 10th at the latest.

The guidelines are in a link to sidebar on the right.

One thing I want to say is that I think we could easily fill two volumes with really high quality material. We're having to make some very, very difficult decisions. It's a good place to be in, but at the same time we're gnashing our teeth at having to let some stories go. But I guess the great news about that is: this anthology is going to kick major ass.



I've now posted the winners of the 2nd Annual Buckwheat Awards for disappointing or crap-ass movies on Ed's Oscar blog.

As we prepare to honor the "best," you might do worse than visit Ed's blog and post your list of the "rest" in the comments field.


Saturday, February 24, 2007


Here's the rough mockup of the new design. I think it'll be great. Luis has done a wonderful job. I can't thank him enough.

I said I wasn't going to be posting here until after the Oscars, but I'm just too exhausted right now to do any Oscar blogging. Tomorrow I'll be blogging on Ed Champion's Oscar blog from the red carpet through the final moments. Should be fun.

And a reminder I'm doing a chat on the Clarion chat site on Tuesday night. I'll post about that Monday.

My collaboration with Cat Rambo, "The Surgeon's Tale," will appear on Subterranean Magazine's new online iteration. I'm pretty excited. It's 12,000 words and will run in three installments. It's really great stuff, I think. I really enjoyed working with Cat, too.


Just a taste of current draft of The Surgeon's Tale...
At home, the smells were different. Daily, my father went out in the little boat his father had given him as a child and brought back a hundred wonderful smells. I remember the sargasso the most, thick and green and almost smothering, from which dozens of substances could be extracted toward preservation. Then, of course, sea urchins, sea cucumbers, tiny crabs and shrimp, but mostly different types of water. I don’t know how he did it—or how my mother distilled it—but the buckets brought back did have different textures and scents. The deep water from out in the bay was somehow smoother and its smell was solid and strong, like the glossy rind of some exotic fruit.

Friday, February 23, 2007


Myself and several others have been invited to participate in Ed Champion's Oscar blog.

I'll be blogging there starting tomorrow all the way through the entire event. No posts here until after the Oscars.



PS Publishing will publish my long story The Situation as a stand-alone in spring of 2008. I'm very excited to be working with PS, since they do some of the most interesting covers and books around. The Situation has everything: incompetent managers, backstabbing coworkers, a giant grub creature, a fish with a human face, and a lot more besides. I think it's one of my best stories.

BTW--Luis Rodrigues is working on a wonderful new WordPress template for me and I should be moving there from Blogger sometime in the next month. For this reason, I am doing mostly short posts for now. But I will be blogging about the Oscars--check here tomorrow for more information on that.


PS The writers whose stories we've accepted for the pirate anthology now stand at: Jayme Blaschke, Rachel Swirsky, Carrie Vaughn, Sarah Monette, Elizabeth Bear ("Zee Bear! Zee Bear!"), Kage Baker, and Howard Waldrop, with more to come in the next week...

Excerpts from "The Situation"...

One day I could have sworn I heard a sighing sound coming from the darkness that was the high ceiling of my office. The ceiling almost seemed alive. I told myself I was paranoid, but that afternoon I felt a vast wind and a huge black manta ray detached itself and flew out of my door and into the shadows. Such a creature was beyond Scarskirt’s skill level, or even Leer’s. It had to be reporting back to the Mord.


My Manager forced me to put my beetle in my own ear, a clear waste, and an act that gave me nightmares: of a burning city through which giant carnivorous lizards prowled, eating survivors off of balconies and window ledges. In one particularly vivid moment, I stood on a ledge as the jaws closed in, heat-swept, and tinged with the smell of rotting flesh. Beetles intended for the tough, tight minds of children should not be used by adults. We still remember a kinder, gentler world.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007


Eeek! John Clute writes a magnificent, well-written, well-thought-out review of The Terror on Scifi.com. But for the love of Gawd, if you haven't read Dan Simmons amazing new novel and plan to read it, DO NOT read this review. It basically gives you the plot of the entire book, including twists, etc. Do not look. Look away, I tell you. I'm not even going to give you the link. You have been warned.



I'm looking at this line-up of Elizabeth Hand, John Crowley, et al, and I'm thinking to myself two things: Small Beer is going to have an amazing 2007; and: man, I'd love to have a book out from them some day.

Seriously, I think Small Beer is one of the best (although not the only) models for how to run a press through taking quality material, taking the time to promote it properly, knowing how to partner with larger presses in innovative ways, and not expanding so quickly that you ruin everything you've set up. Having at times run Ministry of Whimsy like a crack-smoking drunken sailor on shore leave, I know how difficult it is to do this year after year, and to just get better and better.


Tuesday, February 20, 2007


Although I mentioned it in passing in a previous post, I didn't really provide details. As a follow up to the New Weird anthology through Tachyon, Ann and I will be editing a Steampunk anthology. Several writers are already on board and we will begin the delightful task of combing through our Steampunk research files for more work to reprint. This one should be a lot of fun.


Monday, February 19, 2007


It won't go up until April, but Clarkesworld has taken my story "The Third Bear" for electronic publication.



Just a brief post to say that if you wrote one of the 87 cabinets on the Night Shade boards, please get in touch with me at vanderworld at hotmail.com AFTER reading my messageboard post today .



Sunday, February 18, 2007


I'm really excited about the publication in May of Logorrhea: Good Words Make Good Stories, an anthology of stories based on National Spelling Bee winning words. John Klima is the editor and some of my favorite writers are in it, like Hal Duncan, Neil Williamson, Clare Dudman, Michael Moorcock, Elizabeth Hand, Jay Lake, etc. Since my word, "Appoggiatura," means, in a sense, a supporting or grace note, I decided to create a story from the other 25-plus words used by the other contributors. Thus, it's a sectioned story that slowly builds into general coherence as a tale about the lost city of Smaragdine. Here's an excerpt, one of three or four purporting to be excerpts from the Book of Smaragdine. In May, I'll be podcasting the whole story, one section a day for 25 days...



From the Book of Smaragdine, 212th Edition:

A careless person has no cure, unlike a careless thought or animal. Calling a careless person a "pococurante" or other fancy name will not, by the precision of the term, suddenly make the careless careful. Once, a careless farmer living outside of Smaragdine lost his own name and had to take the name of his ox, Baff, much to the delight of the villagers (one of whom found the farmer’s name and used it as his own). A woman once lost her vagina and by the time she found it she had twelve children. Losing one’s shadow is perhaps the most common affliction of the careless, which explains why, on a hot afternoon day, you will find so many little dribbles of shadow in every lonesome crack and crevice. A lost shadow has no wish to be found, because, inevitably, it will just be lost again.

But the truly careless—the person who has descended into a place that not many can understand—will lose much more than that. These truly cursed people can lose even a love so strong that it radiates like heat. The kind of love that creates laughter around even the simplest act. When enough love is lost to this kind of indifference or carelessness, wars begin—sometimes in lands far distant from the occurrence, but always these wars come home. Such effects are magnified depending on the status of the individual. Thus, when statesmen, when queens, when caliphs, become careless, they lose whole armies and people die on vast scales in foreign lands. The innocent taste sand in their mouths, not the green spring air of their native country. Their bones line the roads of places so far away and exotic that not even the wind through their skulls can say the names. A careless commoner often loses hate as well, even though such hate will replace itself indefinitely and the person therefore never realizes their own carelessness. But for this reason, many careful kings and queens find the hate of others and use it as if it were their own.

Alas, a careless person has no cure, unlike a careless thought or animal. It is just the way of the world.

Saturday, February 17, 2007


All right, there're two weeks to go, basically, until we end our open reading period for the pirate anthology. (Guidelines in the link to the right.) If you're going to send something, please do send it in.

We did have one query re length. Yes, we will look at stories under 3,000 words at this point, just because we are getting a lot of long stories. We do have enough room for long stories, but it's nice to have some diversity of length in addition to type.

One note I have to make, and it's not aimed at anyone in particular. No one during this submission process has ticked either me or Ann off with anything involved with their submission or a query. However, if you send me a story at 10:40 a.m. and I reject it by 12:40 p.m., be thankful. You received a quick response. It only takes a half hour to read and evaluate a short story. At that point, as an editor you either know it's not for you, it's a possible (for re-read), or you love it (and must re-read). I think the speed of this is psychologically unnerving, but I'm not interested in sitting on something for two weeks just to preserve your nerves. We all need to adapt to the new paradigm.

Also, we have officially taken marvelous stories from Kage Baker and Howard Waldrop. We hope to make some more official acceptances in the next week. So, if you've got a story on hold, thanks again for your patience.


Thursday, February 15, 2007


Postscripts has accepted "Island Tales" and one other story.

Ann and I will be editing a mostly reprints steampunk anthology for Tachyon Publications.

Solaris in the UK has accepted a sequence of folktales for one of their anthologies.

Cat Rambo and I are working on a collaboration called "The Surgeon's Tale".

I'll be one of the guests blogging about the Oscar's for Ed Champion.

SF Site has put Shriek on their list of the year's best.

Shriek is also on the Locus Recommended Reading List. (As you know, I don't lobby for votes for this because it's lopsided at the moment, in that writers with more internet presence or an internet following and/or have their stories or excerpts online have a distinct advantage. So I'm not going to stop you from voting for Shriek, but, honestly, I don't care one way or the other.)

I've finished "The Third Bear" and will be shopping it around. Also almost done with "The Situation". Fairly proud of both of them.

Also, Finch, the new novel, is going well. I hope to have it finished in the next three months or so.

In other news, I should have Portuguese and Polish sales of City of Saints to report soon, if all goes well.

I've turned in my comics-graphic novels summation for The Year's Best Fantasy & Horror (St. Martin's Press). A huge thank you to Andy Wheeler, Joe Gordon, and Charles Vess for their help with it in this first year.

And, finally, I'll be doing the Clarion chat thing on February 27.



No, I'm not talking about the pirate anthology. This summer I will be one of the instructors at Clarion in San Diego. My week is July 2 - 7. (My birthday is the 7th, so I expect presents! No, no really.) Clarion is intensive and intense. It's also a really good way to jump-start your writing. I promise you WILL write. You will write a lot. Do you know why? Because it's a writing workshop, not your grandma's knitting club.

Not feeling challenged enough. Well, check out the list of other instructors and associated information on the Clarion blog.

For Clarion I am unveiling a whole new set of writing strategies, techniques, and exercises. If you go, you will learn.

And you know what? It'll also be the most fun you can have in life. So apply, apply, apply.

I quit my job to go to Clarion. I walked through five thousand miles of broken glass in flipflops to get there. I ate the soles of my shoes for sustenance in week four. In week five, I was in a canoe with Dale Bailey, Nathan Ballingrud (unless memory defeats me), and Luke O'Grady that overturned in a raging river. I lost my shoes, but lived when Luke pulled us all out of the river. (Er, this is actually true.)

So, what's your excuse for not going?


Wednesday, February 14, 2007

ANN VANDERMEER: New Weird Tales Fiction Editor

HUGE congratulations to my wife, Ann, who is now the fiction editor for Weird Tales. Full press release below. I'll be posting the answers to a few questions posed to Ann later today or tomorrow.

Somehow it's appropriate it's Valentine's Day. We have an odd tradition of going to the weirdest, most surreal, least romantic movie possible on Valentine's Day. So Ann becoming fiction editor of Weird Tales today is fitting.



FEB. 14 -- Weird Tales publisher John Gregory Betancourt announced today the selection of Ann VanderMeer as the magazine's new fiction editor. VanderMeer, formerly the founding editor of the surrealist fiction magazine The Silver Web (1988-2002), will take over the Weird Tales position as of issue #347 in October 2007.

"We're thrilled to have Ann working on Weird Tales," said Betancourt. "Her work on Prime Books' new Best American Fantasy anthology is exciting and provocative, and we can't wait to see what she'll surprise us with in the magazine."

Ann VanderMeer has been a publisher and editor for over twenty years, running her award-winning Buzzcity Press. Work from her press and related periodicals has won the British Fantasy Award, the International Rhysling Award, and appeared in several year's best anthologies. In addition, she has been a partner with her husband, Jeff VanderMeer, on such editing projects as the World Fantasy Award-winning Leviathan series and the Hugo finalist The Thackery T. Lambshead Pocket Guide to Eccentric & Discredited Diseases. A Best of the Silver Web is forthcoming from Prime Books.

Currently, she is serving as one of the guest editors for the new Best American Fantasy, and is co-editing anthologies including The New Weird (Tachyon Publications), Fast Ships, Black Sails (Nightshade Books), Last Drink Bird Head, and Love-Drunk Book Heads.

“I am very honored and excited to be the newest member of the Weird Tales team," says VanderMeer. "I'm inspired by all the extraordinary work I see being created today and can’t wait to bring a diversity of experience to the Weird Tales audience.”

VanderMeer will be accepting fiction submissions via email beginning March 6 at weirdtales@gmail.com. Writers lacking email capabilites are welcome to send hardcopy submissions to her, attn: Weird Tales, P.O. Box 38190, Tallahassee, FL 32315. Updated submission guidelines will be available online as of March 1 at www.weirdtalesmagazine.com.

Creative director Stephen H. Segal will serve as interim editorial director for issues #344-#346, which are now closed to fiction submissions. He will continue thereafter to serve as Weird Tales' nonfiction editor. Nonfiction submission guidelines will be available online as of March 1 at www.weirdtalesmagazine.com.

Weird Tales, the world's first fantasy fiction magazine, introduced the world to such legendary authors as H.P. Lovecraft, Robert E. Howard, and Ray Bradbury. The magazine will celebrate the 85th anniversary of its founding in early 2008 (as well as the 20th anniversary of its modern-day incarnation).

Stephen H. Segal, creative director/general manager, segal@wildsidepress.com
John Gregory Betancourt, publisher, jgb@wildsidepress.com
Ann VanderMeer, weirdtales@gmail.com

Tuesday, February 13, 2007


I've been invited to be the guest for a Clarion chat on Tuesday, February 27, at 9:00 p.m. EST. I'll be answering questions about writing, workshops, fiction, evil monkeys, and much more. Please drop by if you get a chance.


Sunday, February 11, 2007


I think this scene, or the intent of this scene, is likely to go into the scrap heap, but I kinda like bits of it, so am posting it for preserving purposes.


In the deep woods, in a silence so profound he could hear the ringing of his ears like the roar of a river, Horley hunted the third bear. Horley didn't really know what he'd do when he found the third bear. He just tried to focus on the spring of loam beneath his boots, the clean, dark smell of bark and earth and air. Surviving forty-seven years in the harsh conditions of the village had made him appreciate simple things.

After much wandering, he came to a hill that might have been a cairn made by his ancestors. A stream flowed down it and puddled at his feet. The stream was red and carried with it gristle and bits of marrow. It smelled like black pudding frying. The blood mixed with the deep green of the moss and turned it purple. Horley watched the blood ripple at the edges of his boots for a moment, and then he slowly walked up the hill.

In the cave, surrounded by all that Clem had seen and more, Horley disturbed the theeber at his work. Horley's spear had long since slipped through numb fingers. He'd pulled off his helmet because it itched and because he was sweating so much. He'd had to rip his tunic and hold the cloth against his mouth.

He'd not meant to have a conversation; he'd meant to kill the beast. But now that he was there, now that he saw, all he had left were words.

Horley's boot crunched against half-soggy bone. Theeber didn't flinch. Theeber already knew. Theeber kept licking the fluid out of the skull in his hairy hand.

Theeber did look a little like a bear. Horley could see that. But no bear was that tall or that wide or looked as much like a man as a beast.

"This painting," Horley began in a thin, stretched voice. "These heads. How many do you need?"

Theeber turned its bloodshot gaze on Horley, body swiveling as if made of air, not muscle and bone.

"How do you know not to be afraid?" Horley asked. Shaking. Piss running down his leg.

Theeber approached. It stank of mud and offal and rain. It made a continual sound like the rumble of thunder mixed with a cat's purr. It had paws but it had thumbs.

Horley stared up into its eyes. They stood there, silent, for a long moment. Horley trying with everything he had to read some comprehension, some understanding into that face. Those eyes. The muzzle wet with carrion.

"Why us? Why this village?" Horley asked.

Theeber tore Horley's head from his body. Let the rest crumple to the dirt floor.

Horley's body lay there for a good long while.

Evil: I think they would like some The Situation, dude.
Jeff: Okay.

I also decided to visit my personnel file in the basement. The elevator down was sleek and efficient and had not been used for any company experiments, which was a relief. When I got to the records department, an attendant led me to my personnel records: a man-sized box stacked amongst thousands of other such boxes of various sizes, all studded with small breathing holes.

Although the attendant was at least seven feet tall and made of muscle and steel, he grunted with the effort of bringing the box to me and putting it on the table.

It had been six months since I had visited my personnel file. At that time, I had taken it for a walk on the little hill and given it some treats. I remembered it as one of the last times I had enjoyed myself.

I opened up the box.

Inside was the unrecognizable corpse of a large mammal. Rotting. I could see white maggots curling through the masses of intestines, organs, sinew, and soft tissue with the mindless motion of a baby’s fingers.

“Do you still want to take it out—or, perhaps, look through it?” the attendant asked, offering me a pair of gloves.

“No,” I said. “There’s no need.”

Everything was very clear.

Saturday, February 10, 2007


Jay Lake posted an incredibly interesting piece on behavior and goals that you might want to check out. Here's my contribution to the comments on the post:

Just to provide anecdotal evidence, when I was in my teens I sat down and I did in fact create macro goals for myself. One was, "In five years I want to be published in Asimov's and other pro magazines. In ten years I want to have a book out. In fifteen years I want a book out from a major publisher." Etc. I broke it down into five-year plans as a kind of joke (because of the Soviet Union's five-year plans. But within each five-year span, I then created a series of micro tasks, things I should be doing on a daily, weekly, and monthly basis. At the end of each year, I would evaluate how good I'd been at keeping those daily, weekly, and monthly goals, and adjust accordingly. At the end of each five years, I would reevaluate the macro goals: based on what my behavior had been during the time span, did my behavior actually support my goals? Or did my goals need to change if the behavior didn't?

These, of course, were career goals. Which sometimes but not always have to do with the quality of the work. So I also had a set of goals for the writing itself. And these goals were pretty much the same every year: concentrate on strengthening some aspect of my writing that I thought was weaker than the rest (this year, for example, I'm focusing on aspects of dialogue), write from some new perspective or style or approach, double check problem spots I'd solved in the past to make sure I hadn't lapsed into bad habits, etc.

I found this was all very helpful in staying focused even during rough patches. I had this kind of vision in my head during the whole time, and that was the vision of my books eventually being right next to some of my favorite authors on the bookshelves.

Now, I can tell you that once I reached that goal, there was a moment of "Now what?" that lasted about a year, but I have since set goals for the next five years, and they're less practical and more exploratory, and I really like that.

Underlying all of this, from day one, has been the combination of ego and humility that you have to have, in which you say to yourself, "Yes, this stuff I'm writing is not perfect, it is flawed, but it fails in a way unique to me and it succeeds in a way unique to me, and therefore it's worth it to continue writing."

Thursday, February 08, 2007


I'm pretty happy with both of these. Here are the first paragraphs of both, rough draft.

The Situation

My Manager was extremely thin, made of plastic, with paper covering the plastic. They had always hoped, I thought, that her heart would one day start, but her heart remained a dry leaf that drifted in her ribcage, animated to lift and fall only by her breathing. I never knew her name. We were never allowed to know our Manager’s name. Nor did I have a nickname for her. I always called her Manager. (Some called her their “Damager,” though.) Sometimes, when my Manager was angry, she would become so hot that the paper covering her would ignite and the plastic beneath would start to melt. I never knew what to say in such situations. It seemed best to say nothing and avert my gaze. Over time, the runneled plastic of her arms became a tableau of insane images, leviathans and tall ships rising out of the whorling, and stranger things still. I would stare at her arms so I did not have to stare at her face.

The Third Bear

It made its home in the deep forest and all anyone would see of it, before the end, would be hard eyes and the dark barrel of its muzzle. The smell of piss and blood and shit and bubbles of saliva and of half-eaten food. The villagers called it the Third bear because they had killed two bears already that year. But, near the end, no one really thought of it as a bear, even though the name had stuck, changed by repetition and fear and slurring through blood-filled mouths to Theeber. Sometimes it even sounded like "seether" or "seabird."

Wednesday, February 07, 2007


My latest comics column is up at Bookslut. Moomin!

Tuesday, February 06, 2007


Jacob McMurray has done a great job with the cover for Mapping the Beast. You can see a large version of the image on his blog. The back cover text is placeholder, and not every writer's name is on the island yet.


Monday, February 05, 2007


Well, I honor Ann every day--it's in our ketubah, so I have to. ;)

But her synagogue is formally doing it February 23:

Please make plans to be with us at Friday evening services on February 23, 2007, as we honor Ann VanderMeer, our Sisterhood’s recipient of the Eishet Hayil (Woman of Valor) award of the Women’s League for Conservative Judaism. Sisterhood members will take part in the service, and we will present Ann with a specially commissioned piece of art commemorating the event. And we’re planning a special Oneg following services. Ann is indeed a Woman of Valor, and we are looking forward to showing her how much she means to Sisterhood, and to Congregation Shomrei Torah, on February 23. We hope you can be with us on this special Friday evening.

Sunday, February 04, 2007


The cover for the German edition of the short story collection. It doesn't have the same line-up as the original, or the same title. Hannes Riffel is doing it as a cool way to help new German translators, mostly students, get in some practice. From what I hear, the translations are very good--after all, Hannes is overseeing it--but beyond that I think it's kind of nice that my stories are helping in this way. The full contents list is below.

Jeff VanderMeer ― Ein Herz für Lukretia


1 Das geheime Leben »Secret Life«
2 Fliegen ist die einzige Flucht »Flight Is for Those Who Have Not Yet Crossed Over«
3 Der Gott der Haie gegen den Gott der Kraken »Shark God versus Octopus God«
4 Der tote General »The General Who is Dead«
5 Greensleeves »Greensleeves«
6 Errata »Errata«
7 Die Antwort des Königs »The Emperor’s Reply«
8 Der Knochenkompass »The Compass of His Bones«
9 Geistertanz mit Manco Tupac »Ghost Dancing with Manco Tupac«
10 Vignette »Vignette«
11 Detektive und Kadaver »Detectives and Cadavers«
12 Die Stadt »The City«
13 Balzacs Schlacht »Balzac’s War«
14 Ein Herz für Lucretia »A Heart for Lucretia«
15 Drei Tage in einer Grenzstadt »Three Days in a Border Town«
16 Mahut »Mahout«
17 Frevler und Schmeichler »Sacrilege and Sycophant«
18 Verloren »Lost«
19 „Experiment Nr. 25“ aus „Winterliche Eindrücke“: Von Angesicht zu Angesicht mit einem Krokodil »Experiment #25 from the Book of Winter: The Croc and You«
20 Das andere Leben des Bibliothekars Bob Scheffel »The Secret Life of Librarian Bob Scheffel«
21 Das andere Leben des Lynn Minneman »The Secret Life of Lynn Minneman«
22 Das geheimnisvolle Leben des Shane Hamill »The Secret Life of Shane Hamill«
23 Der seltsame Fall des Lovecraft Café »The Strange Case of the Lovecraft Café« (with DF Lewis and M.F. Korn)


Saturday, February 03, 2007


Here's the schedule thus far, through July.


3rd Week of February
Clarion Chat
(I'll be doing a chatroom thing on the Clarion site--not sure of the exact date yet.)

March 1 - 4
Associated Writers Program Conference, Atlanta
(We should have Best American Fantasy galleys and postcards by then)

April 9 - 11
Trinity Prep Visiting Writer, Orlando
(I can't remember if there's a public reading with this or not.)

April 15 - 16
Well, this isn't really an "event" in the public sense, but I'll be in San Diego to finalize the finalist list for the Eisner Awards.

June 23 - 25
American Library Association Conference, Washington D.C.
(Not sure of the schedule for this yet)

July 2 - 7
Clarion Workshop
(I'll be the writer for this week of Clarion. I think there's a public reading involved, too, but I'm not sure.)

Thursday, February 01, 2007


Spread the news far and wide. My latest Dispatches from Smaragdine column at SF Site is entirely devoted to the magnificent Steve Aylett.

P.S. Hmm. Hotlink above to http://www.sfsite.com/columns/jeff241.htm no workie in blogger.