Paris and Jokertown
I'm in Paris. Yep. The miserable flight is over. I'm on the ground. I'm just catching a breather before heading to Epinal by train in about an hour. So, other than a warm welcome here by my editor, Carola Strang, I don't have too much to report. Well... I have already seen the Eiffel Tower, l'Arc de Triomphe, the Seine, the Louvre and a statue of George Washington. I have pictures to prove it, but they may all be blurry, taken as they were from a moving car. I'll take a look at them later.
I did want to mention some Stateside news. I'd just heard confirmation of this from GRRM a couple days ago, but he's gone public with it now on his Not A Blog - Back to Jokertown. He's announced the title and subject of the new Wild Cards book, and announced the main authors writing for it this time. Go take a look. (And, yes, I'm one of them!)
Okay, gotta catch a train...
I did want to mention some Stateside news. I'd just heard confirmation of this from GRRM a couple days ago, but he's gone public with it now on his Not A Blog - Back to Jokertown. He's announced the title and subject of the new Wild Cards book, and announced the main authors writing for it this time. Go take a look. (And, yes, I'm one of them!)
Okay, gotta catch a train...
Labels: Cons, George RR Martin, Wild Cards, Writing Life
8 Comments:
Ack! It's not fair! Not only do you get to be in Paris but you get to participate in Wild Cards. You're sooo lucky!
Meghan,
You've got it all wrong. My modest success is a result of dedication, hard work, upright morals... um... clean living... regular attendance at... ah, the library, things I learned as a Boy Scout, outrage at the tax burden suffered by the richest Americans and opposition to universal health care, and the fact that I still drive a big car. Luck has nothing to do with it!
Wait, did I write that last email? It's... um, late at night here in Epinal, which means that I've not slept much at all and it's now 2:07 pm on the day after I left (in terms of me body clock time). So, I'm getting a bit muddled.
Let's just say that all of that last comment was rubbish, except the part about the library is true, though. Oh, and I do work pretty hard. And my car is a bit too big. But I'm resigned to use it frugally for as long as I can and then replace it with something better suited to the future...
And THAT is why I get to be in Paris and also write Wild Cards! Yes, it is! Yes!
Now it's 2:11 pm of the day after, without no sleep to speak of. I'm only here to say that I was never a Boy Scout. Never got beyond the Cub Scout pledge if you want to know the truth. Something just didn't sit right with it. I don't want anyone to misunderstand me or quote that claim in future press materials...
Meghan, truth is you're right. I am sooo lucky. Of course, you could be too, with dedication, hard work, upright...
Geez, I really aim tired!
Bonne Nuit. ;)
What is they say? Sleep depravation is the poor man's hallucinogen?
...there was supposed to be an "it" between "is" and "they."
I guess I'm no better off...
I love Paris.
And croissants.
David, I just picked up Acacia and am loving it. Very great indeed. Can't wait to get to the weekend to read further.
Enjoy your trip!
Alison,
True. True. In Epinal today I could have sworn I saw a twelve foot blue skinned horned woman walking the streets accompanied by a strange troll-like guy. Clearly a hallucination. Although... everybody else seemed to see them also...
Balthazar,
Ah, croissants...
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