Scale maps of the ocean floor

A siren and a nixar walk into a bar . . .

Okay, so that joke doesn't translate so well in mixed-species company. But the collaboration which greygirlbeast and I have been working on for the last fortnight and change, does: and you can read it in Sirenia Digest #10, so long as you first subscribe to Sirenia Digest. Come on. We only want that one sliver of your soul . . .

(Don't mention the installment plan!)

In related news, my sea-poem "Homecoming" (Mythic #2) has been less than enthusiastically reviewed at Tangent Online. The piece was inspired by Books 9—12 of the Odyssey; I'm not sure this is obvious to anyone but me. You, however, should order a copy and decide for yourself.

And in unrelated and excellent news, Holly Phillips has won the 2005 Sunburst Award. Congratulations!

And what I knew of John M. Ford was The Last Hot Time, Casting Fortune, How Much For Just The Planet?, and "Winter Solstice, Camelot Station." Which is all, I suppose, writing in other people's worlds—even if Arthur's court has been fair game since the twelfth century—and all of it made his own.

Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.