I alluded to some good news yesterday; the first piece of it is more or less final now. As of this morning, I am done with divorce court. I have two months of maintenance (alimony) and lawyer fees left to pay and this will be a memory.
3 years, 2 months, 30 days
In the time it took for this ordeal to end , I could have walked 5,925 miles (assuming 5 miles/day), from the Pacific to Atlantic coast and back.
I realize that I neglected to mention that the anthology Extinct Doesn’t Mean Forever, containing my story Indigo’s Gambit, is now available on Amazon.
Three, two, one, bang — the Drifting Star skipped on the wave of a collapsing micro-sun, soaring through the void between the stars. The astronautical library contained surveys and charts on hundreds of thousands of star systems within the alliance of civilized worlds the Fringe called Sing Xu.
Yes, I still suck at blogging regularly. I don’t expect that’ll change, but I sure keep trying. So, to catch you up on the life of Adam, here’s a quick rundown of what I’ve been up to.
Achieved INBOX=0 and rocked the hell out of my calendar and TODO list. Yes, I might be micro-managing my time but it seems to be working. I’ve been more productive this last week than I have in the last few months, both personally and professionally.
Last weekend, Andrea and I attended the Rainforest Writers Village at Lake Quinalt in western Washington state. It was our first trip together in more than two years, the first time either of us had been to the Pacific Northwest, and our first to the states since my return to Canada last year.
My hat goes off to Patrick Swenson, who puts heart and soul into making the retreat an awesome event.
Crossed Genres Superhero-themed issue is now available, including my story “Dog Days“. What a hell of a line-up, too. I’m sharing a table of contents with friend and Clarion West 2010 graduate Tracie Welser (How Molière Saved Lydia Bruer: A History in Two Fragments) and introduced me to Nathan Crowder (Hard Ride to Yuma), Leow Hui Min Annabeth (Idris on the Job) and KB Lawrence (Across the City’s Belly). All of this great fiction is topped off by As Weak as Women’s Magic, an article by Athena Andreadis.
I missed seeing the last time you performed in Chicago. A client offered me tickets to see you and I scoffed. You, after all, were a country singer and I was too good for that; I’d rather listen to my heavy metal, thank you very much. So when I actually listened to your music for the first time, really listened, it was like you were speaking to me. I was hooked.
The Nebula Nominations are out! I’m pleased to see several friends and acquaintances on the list. Congratulations to all nominees, but especially to Kij Johnson, Vylar Kaftan, Shweta Narayan, Eric James Stone, J. Kathleen Cheney, M.K. Hobson, Mary Robinette Kowal, and Nnedi Okorafor.
I also let out a little squee to see that my favorite episode of Doctor Who, “Vincent and the Doctor”, is up for the Ray Bradbury Award for Outstanding Dramatic Presentation.
I had a Finishing Things Weekend, joined by many friends on Twitter. I almost failed miserably. I finished none of the three things I’d planned on, instead crashing into a fibro-induced sleep state. Spending half of a weekend asleep and the other half wishing I were wasn’t what I had in mind, but I did salvage something from it.
After another nap, I checked my Duotrope stats. Saw a nifty new feature that let me search for markets I hadn’t submitted a story to yet.