But the future is another place

I slept slightly more than twelve hours last night. I had complex dreams involving a novella I had written three-quarters of and just needed to pull into shape. I was really bitter when I woke that it wasn't actually on my computer.

I am also bitter that I appear to be sick. Nothing dramatic, just wavery exhaustion and congestion and the feeling that I could crawl back into bed immediately, which I am not doing because I want my sleep schedule to stay more or less on track. With any luck it will blow over soon, because what I wanted to talk about with this post is the fact that I will be in New York City on Tuesday.

As previously mentioned, the New York Review of Science Fiction is hosting the launch party for Clockwork Phoenix 5 at the Brooklyn Commons Café on April 5th, starting 7 pm. I will be there, as will other splendid CP5 contributors including C. S. E. Cooney, Carlos Hernandez, and Shveta Thakrar. I will be reading from "The Trinitite Golem," a story for which I taught myself some nuclear physics. Local people, any chance of seeing you there?