Cat and Girl Rationalize Their Thoughts

The revelation arrived quietly: no trumpets, no angels. It is much easier to read the friendlocked livejournal entries of one's acquaintances when one has a livejournal. I processed this.

I have a livejournal. Befriend me.

You know who you are.

I might join your century, but only on a rare occasion

By way of cunningly disguised self-promotion, however, I am likely to put updates about my writing on this journal. Without further ado:

I have two collections coming out from Prime Books in early 2005: Singing Innocence and Experience, short fiction with occasional poetry and a beautiful introduction by Tim Pratt; and Postcards from the Province of Hyphens, poetry with occasional short fiction. One may go here to observe the first of these in all its typeset glory. There will be a link to the second soon. That's a remarkably nice thing to be able to write.

And now you know what I do.

And a little more liquor won't do us no harm

MOONWISE IS BEING REPRINTED BY PRIME BOOKS! SQUEEE!

. . . Okay, it's safe to come out now.

All squeeing aside, if you want to see the marvelous things that can be done with language and storytelling and the hard sides of balladry, read Greer Gilman's novella "A Crowd of Bone." (Because putting the entire text of Moonwise up on this site would take way too much time, completely defeat the announcement above, and is probably illegal anyway.) It won the World Fantasy Award this year and fully deserved it. There is no one else I know who can handle words, both modern and archaic, as Gilman does: and all her stories have roots and thorns. There is always more underneath than you think. They snare. They are worth re-reading.

This announcement brought to you courtesy of Lal Waterson's "The Scarecrow."