All I Want For My Birthday Is . . . (A Helpful List)

First of all, all I want for my birthday is . . .

. . . a concert featuring all my favorite monsters, myths, queens, and witches.

. . . performed by poets and actors and writers who happen to be my dear friends.

. . . wherein I get to sing songs I wrote, because WHERE ELSE DO I GET TO SING ‘EM??? (Just call me “Florence Foster Jenkins!”) 

. . . and give any proceeds from this concert to our local food pantry / thrift store / social services and education center, THE JONNYCAKE CENTER OF WESTERLY!

Not a lot to ask, I know!

And I wouldn’t have asked it of anyone. I wanted to give this to ME for a present.

To do that, I embarked on my ¡MEDUSA MIA! project.

Now, I know–not all of you (my, like, five dear friends who actually read this) can make this event.

Aaaaaand I admit, sheepishly, the out of pocket cost for this concert is daily growing steeper than I’d originally anticipated (especially because, since embarking on my plans, I impulsively finished paying off one of my college loans, thus decimating my savings account somewhat).


If you (friends and family), MAYBE had been planning on getting me a LEETLE PRESENT, I ask you to consider instead . . .


I’ll be sure it goes to the CARE AND FEEDING OF ARTISTS, the RENTING of SOUND and LIGHTING equipment and the LABOR with which to operate it.

And I promise, anything leftover WILL BE DONATED TO THE JONNYCAKE!

If you LOVE GIVING PRESENTS but you don’t HAVE THE MONEY (a position I’ve been in SO MUCH OF MY LIFE), please spread the word on Social Media!


And thank you. Thank you. I love this singing, this making art.

I love this turning of songs into food for the hungry.


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November, in all its . . .

winners-1024x711I have been wanting to blog, but Facebook has been a kind of time-sink this last month.

Since last I blogged . . .

  • I won the World Fantasy Award for Bone Swans (had adventures driving to Columbus in driving rain Friday night rush-hour lower Manhattan and Jersey City traffic, with Carlos Hernandez and Jessica Wick; we split a hotel room with John O’Neill of Black Gate and writer Patty Templeton; I got terribly sick; gave a silly but heartfelt speech; had more adventures driving back)
  • The elections (and fallout)
  • I signed a contract to narrate the audiobook of Bone Swans for Tantor
  • My father, stepmother, and Gary Daigle also came to town to give a concert
  • My beloved Hernandez got into Rich Horton’s Year’s Best 2017, with “The Magical Properties of Unicorn Ivory”—one of his amazing Gabi Réal stories

So, you see. November. A mixed bag here at the Belfry. We try to keep active, to take our poison in small doses (we try very hard; we often fail), extract use from fury, remain kind when we can, and read a lot of Terri Windling blogs. Like this one, on DARK BEAUTY.

I’m not ready to blow up 2016, and I won’t be—until January 1st, 2017. (Although I did appreciate John Oliver doing it. As a musician friend of mine once said, about François Rabbath defenestrating his double bass: “It’s always funny when you throw something out a window.”)

The thing is, I saw people ready to blow up the year way back in January. All year long, friends have been figuratively blowing up the year, the month, the week, the day—things were and/or seemed that bad. But things have always been bad. If not here, then elsewhere. Everywhere.

This is all we have. And although I like fireworks and drama as much as the next person, I am going to wrestle this colossus of a year, this global darkness and local joy, this thing called 2016, until it shrinks to seed-size and is reborn as 2017.

2017 is going to be hard enough without us giving up on it before it begins.

So. It’s time to listen to some music. Cohen’s YOU WANT IT DARKER, Simon’s STRANGER TO STRANGER, S. J. Tucker’s MOVING MEDITATION, anything. Everything. Music will help. And food. And helping other people.

To that end, we’re doing a concert in December, and all proceeds will benefit our local food pantry.


And here’s the flyer:

And here’s the set list:


ACT 1: Classics

OVID’S “MEDUSA” (Christie Max Williams)

Song: Cootchie Cootchie, Medusa Baby

“WHEN I AM LAID IN EARTH” (Anne Flammang, Faye Ringel)

Song: Dido in Effigy

“MEDEA” MONOLOGUE (Miriam Mikiel Grill)

Song: Medea’s Dragon

HOMER’S “CIRCE” / Song: Circe embedded (Liz Duff Adams, Julia Rios, Dorian Mendez)

“THE JABBERWOCKY” (Kelsey Alexander, Carlos Hernandez, Shveta Thakrar, Eric Michaelian,Christie Max Williams, Jessica Wick)

Song: The Jub Jub

ACT 2: Contemporary

Song: Gentle Caliban

10 Minute Play: “BECALMED” (Miriam, Eric, Anne, Kelsey)

Song: Black Widow’s Waltz

“GOOD NEIGHBORS” (Jessica Wick)

Song: Foxgirl Song Cycle 1

“YET I BREATHE” (by Julia Rios, with Kelsey, Eric, Dorian, Liz, Christie, Jessica, Shveta)

Song: Lady Knight / Pale Lady

“In Lieu of the Stories My Santera Abuela Should Have Told Me Herself, This Poem” (by Carlos Hernandez, with Kelsey Alexander)

Song: Maggot

“NAGINI’S NIGHT SONG” (by Shveta Thakrar) / Song: Barrow Brine embedded

“LYSISTRATA” SCENE (Julia, Liz, Dorian, Anne)

Song/Parade: Lysistrata, Strut Your Stuff

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Alice in Wonderland Syndrome Essay at Uncanny

Reblogging this to read!

Dominik Parisien

I have been waiting most of my life to write this essay.

For the longest time I didn’t know how, because I lacked the language and the understanding for it. About six months ago I was reading articles on Lewis Carroll and I stumbled on a phenomenon I’ve been trying to explain since childhood: Alice in Wonderland Syndrome. It was a revelation to me.

I decided to write about it. Initially I was simply going to post it online, but I shared the essay with a few friends and they told me I should send it out on submission. My co-editor, Navah Wolfe, suggested Uncanny Magazine, a magazine I love. To my great surprise the editors loved it, and now here it is, online for everyone to read.

“Growing Up In Wonderland” is a deeply personal essay about my experience with Alice in Wonderland Syndrome. In it I discuss…

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wishful thinking (super rough draft), for kelly robson

It may be a song (sort of talk-singy, maybe, with a weird beat behind it), or it may be a poem, or it may just be this day’s doggerel.

But it was inspired by Kelly Robson on Facebook today, so here you go.


by C. S. E. Cooney
for Kelly Robson

Those Pre-Raphaelite bros, oh they’d pose you so fine
Then they’d drown you in chloral and whisky and wine
But me, when I model, why I preen for Artemisia
While reading her Rossetti poems penned by Christina

Cuppa tea, grab a seat, and we’ll  turn on the TV
There’s our President Wells, but we call her “Ida B”
And tonight, there’s a speech by H. Tubman, VP
Takes the stand in a hoodie, and then takes a knee

Olympics, it’s summer, and they’re fencing with sabres
Here’s Veronica Franco in a duel with Hypatia
But who gets the gold, is it poet or philosopher?
One feeds the other, it’s a draw either/or

Hafta scoot, got jiu-jitsu with Edith’s suffragettes
Then a dance at the Follies that’s headlining Colette
We’ll alight at a nightclub and we’ll watch Lady Day
In duet with Odetta, and they’ll take us all the way

Now the newspapers fill with our women in the stars
Nellie Bly on the fly, she’s reporting back from Mars:
“Sor Juana Inès debuts her new play tonight
We’ll be broadcasting live, at the speed of light…”

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NPR Review: EVERFAIR by Nisi Shawl


Amal El-Mohtar

everfair-shawl-ngaiMy review of Nisi Shawl’s much-anticipated steampunk alt-history novel Everfair is now up at NPR Books! Behold its stunning cover by Victo Ngai! Rejoice if you, like me, have been excited about this book’s creation for at least the last six years!

Here’s a bit of the review:

The scope and ambition of this book is immense. Shawl has marshalled a wealth of research in imagining, not only an alternate history for the Congo, but a cascading sequence of consequences for global politics in its wake. The cast of characters is beautifully diverse in terms of faith, ability, ethnicities, sexual orientation and nationalities, making the web of relationships intricate and fraught; Shawl is brilliant at showing where the various ideals, motivations and desires for Everfair as a utopian experiment bump up against each other. From wealthy white families whose free attitudes towards sexuality and plural marriage compromise their return to…

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This Stillness

Day Two of my Social Media vacation, and I am following in the footsteps of Amal El-Mohtar, who did much the same not too long ago.

In fact, I am the veriest copycat.

My father, a disciple of René Girard, might call this experiment an exercise in “mimetic desire.” (Actually, he’d probably say I was oversimplifying, and then tease me about it.)

See, I’d read Amal’s latest blog posts, which uploaded automatically to Twitter and Facebook–without her having to be present on either platform!–and I’d get all . . . wistful. And jealous! And restless. And confused.

All my old blog longing, which never really went away, was reignited. Recently, when I saw an exchange on Facebook wherein several people on the thread proclaimed, “I MISS LJ–and yet, here I am!” I nodded in abject understanding.

I’d Google things like “How to take a social media break” and then go ahead and post that day’s selfies, or whatever I was cooking, or poetic thoughts on the nature of the sunset (with iPhoto upload simulacra yadayada that could not do justice to the original anyway) and then, frantic I missed something of Extreme Importance in the Lives of EVERYONE I LOVED, I’d spend a few more hours scrolling, scrolling.

And reading any interesting or appalling news articles currently circulating. And circulating a few myself.

(I haven’t stopped reading the news.) (I think it’s important.) (But oh, the news.)

So, my will-power failing, I needed to know how Amal–who’s MUCH more a social media butterfly even than yours truly, C. S. E. Cooney, and who, moreover, is a self-proclaimed EXTROVERT–did it.

But I didn’t want to text her, because I figured if she needs a break from her 1 billion friends and fans on the world wide web, she probably needs a break from ME too. Better to just efface oneself . . .

NO COONEY THIS IS NOT HOW EL-MOHTAR OPERATES, I reminded myself (nicely) (but in ALL CAPS) (perhaps she has scolded me on this subject before?), and texted her.


One of the reasons I knew I needed to get off social media for a while was that, after nine years on Facebook, I was only just starting to get my first visceral inklings of what other friends had described to me over the years: that “loneliness in a crowd” feeling; a sense of being perceived as obnoxious, self-aggrandizing, boastful, vain; and a vague, hideous, peripheral, uncertain and uncomfortable feeling that a few of my loved ones–my friends–no longer really, you know, liked me.

Don’t get me wrong. Nobody was remotely unkind. I was still surrounded by loving, cheerleading, funny, thoughtful, beautiful people, doing their best in the world and for it.

But I had that feeling anyway.

It was time, I thought, for a break. Write letters, emails, text! Pull back. Lay low. Cultivate and curate what my father calls “fertile boredom.”

And so, yes, I texted my Amalface.

What’s more, I texted several other wise friends who occasionally take it upon themselves to vanish from their virtual public, and do it so gracefully that they really ought to be accompanied by glitterbombs, stadium applause, and the serenading of seraphim.

Instead, they blink out like candleflames, and reappear when they’re ready, casting their warmth and light a little farther into the darkness.

My friends Julia and Tiffany gave me great advice about deleting apps from my phone.

Now, Twitter? No problem. GOOD RIDDANCE! Twitter scares me anyway, and I was never any good at it. But I didn’t have a Facebook app. I signed into Facebook through Safari. So it was always there. Waiting for me.

“Sign out,” Julia advised. “Move the Safari opening icon into a faraway corner of your phone on a different page than your home screen.”

Make it harder to get to.

I did that, and opted out of my “automatic log-in.” I very seriously considered disabling my Facebook account for the month, but I do sometimes use it for business and arranging meetings, so I didn’t want to cut myself off entirely.

Voila! The thing was accomplished. (And look! Second blog in TWO DAYS!)

I did duck onto Facebook–but only via my laptop–once yesterday and once tonight, in case anyone had emergency private-messaged me.

Already I feel some of that twitchiness, that unhappy anxiety easing a little. Now is the time for deep quiet, and also for a more specific kind of outreach to my very fine and good and dear friends, to make reparations where I may, and when I may not, to gracefully concede that some distances have grown too great to sustain a meaningful friendship, and to acknowledge my part in that.

I want to leave you with this gorgeous thing Amal texted me about her own hiatus:

This beautiful calm set in.

Oh Claire I cannot recommend this enough…The cycles and brains space it has freed up…

I started READING BOOKS for PLEASURE instead of staring at the internet, and instead of insta-share dopamine cycles of gratification I . . . Yes, blogged more, with photos all in one place . . .

Something to return to and think about instead of just offering up for consumption and vanishment.


Sometimes I just . . . want to be in a still place.

I, too, am searching for that still place.

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Suddenly, Hannah

I’m prepping a script for recording–23/7: Pelican Bay and the Rise of Long Term Solitary Confinement, by Keramet Reiter–and among my long list of things I need to research was the name Hannah Arendt.

I’d known of her, of course–for years. But not by name. I knew her by the phrase “banality of evil.” That’s been with me since childhood. There are so many things I should know already, but somehow have not yet learnt.

When I YouTubed her, trying to figure out how to pronounce her name, I found this speech. Which is breathtaking.

And now, I think, I must watch this movie.

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Readercon 2016: The Rest of It . . .

A few more highlights! The longer I get away from writing about Readercon this year, the more it evanesces, which reminds me of my favorite line from Strange Days, when Angela Bassett (goddess) says to Ralph Fiennes (demigod), “Memories are meant to fade, Lenny. They’re designed that way for a reason.”

But still!

I began Saturday with a rehearsal up in our room, and then attended two gorgeous readings: Mikki Kendall and Ken Schneyer.

Mikki read her FIERCE AND TWISTED Snow White retelling, and also from a new urban fantasy, and in my opinion, she could have gone on reading and I would have been happy. Mikki may or may not have accused Julia SparkyMonster and I of pressuring her to WRITE MORE FICTION so she can READ IT TO US, but I dunno, does sitting in the front row and batting our eyelashes at the author and bouncing in our seats constitute PRESSURE?

Kenneth Schneyer gave us the first few sections of a novella called “Keepsakes”–which was utterly fascinating, and I wish it were finished and polished and PUBLISHED so I could READ THE WHOLE THING.

Later that afternoon, I went to Mike Allen’s reading (BEAUTIFUL SPIDERS! At least, I think they were spiders. SPIDER MATRIARCH QUEENS! From his short story collection Spider Tapestries). And to Delia Sherman’s reading!

Delia gave us the DELICIOUS beginning of THE EVIL WIZARD SMALLBONE, which I’ve read in several drafts and think is just SPLENDID GOOD FUN. With cats and dogs and were-things and wizards, oh my.

Then I did MY reading. And you know, I love to perform.

I’d vacillated between reading from Bone Swans (again) (because the title story will soon appear in Paula Guran’s Year’s Best Science Fiction and Fantasy Novellas 2016!) (and also two stories are being reprinted in Lightspeed and Apex!) or from “The Two Paupers” (again) (since it’s coming out in Rich Horton’s Year’s Best) . . .


So instead, I read from my BRAND NEW SHORT STORY called “Lily-White and the Thief of Lesser Night.”

As people emptied out of Delia’s stuffed-full reading, I thought I’d have a scattered few friends at my reading. I figured 10 or 15 folks would be a TRIUMPH, but knew I’d be grateful for a handful.

BUT THEN PEOPLE KEPT COMING IN and I got VERY GIDDY! And there were MANY STRANGERS in the room. And I read to them, and they LAUGHED, and it was SO FUN!


I have since learned that “Lily-White and the Thief of Lesser Night” will in fact be published, but more on that later, when allowed.

I was so kerflummoxed by good-reading-adrenalin that I almost forgot to run off to my LADY BROMANCES panel! I’d been so looking forward to this. Check out the description:

Ladybromances. C.S.E. Cooney, Gwynne Garfinkle, Theodora Goss (leader), Victoria Janssen, Navah Wolfe. Our friendships are hugely important relationships in our lives, but fiction focuses primarily on romance. Friendships between women receive especially short shrift. We tend to have many more friendships than romantic partners and they can be just as strong and passionate as romances, so why does romance take precedence? What fiction has displayed strong friendships or romances between women? What kinds of stories would we like to see about this kind of relationship?

I’d read two books this year that impressed me with the core knot of female friends at their center: Nnedi Okorafor‘s Who Fears Death and Sharon Shinn‘s Jeweled Fire. I even wrote about them on Black Gate! I also got to talk about L. M. Montgomery a great deal, which made me happy.

Also, I want to read everything ever suggested by the panel and the audience but stupidly did not write anything down. Or did I? Now I can’t remember if I had a notebook that day.

Really interesting point brought up by audience participant about the presence (or lack) of queer friendships in books. I think there is going to be a WHOLE OTHER panel on the subject COMING SOON! At least, so furthering conversations on Twitter and email seemed to indicate.

Now, as I’m scanning the program grid, I CANNOT BELIEVE I forgot to talk about Guest of Honor Catherynne Valente’s GORGEOUS reading on Friday evening. She read from her upcoming novella “The Refrigerator Monologues,” which are seven “fridged” women from a Marvel/DC proxy comic book world, speaking their stories from the underworld. Oh, it was marvelous wounding. OUT WITH SIMON AND SCHUSTER NEXT YEAR!

We had an AMAZING THAI FOOD PICNIC in Ellen Kushner and Delia Sherman’s room that night! It was yummy. And full of BEAUTIFUL AND CLEVER AUSTRALIANS!

And then we had to dash out for a soundcheck.

Now for the Miscellany.

A Most Readerconish Miscellany: Join us for an evening of song, games, laughter, and mystique as we celebrate the varied talents of Readercon guests. This year, come ready to suggest outlandish possibilities which our Guests of Honor will try to turn into a plausible story world! We will also be playing a science fictional version of the popular British game show “Sorry I Haven’t a Clue.” The evening will be emcee’d by Heath Miller, voice actor extraordinaire. We will be raising money for the Boston Area Rape Crisis Center, so consider bringing money if you’d like to help, but no donation is necessary to enjoy the fantastic show!

I got to sing at this–four new Brimstone Rhine songs, from the forthcoming patron’s album Corbeau Blanc, Corbeau Noir.

I chose the songs particularly because the Miscellany is a fundraiser for the Boston Area Rape Crisis Center, and I wanted the songs to be about strong women (“Apex Predator”), women who rescue women (“Lady Knight / Pale Lady”), how we perceive women from received myth and language and how we can make conscious decisions to resist that and/or change the narrative “Fox Girl Song Cycle 1“), and women friendships (“Maggot.”)

It was my deep soul-pleasure to sing songs I wrote specifically for dear friends/patrons who backed my first album, and for a cause “dedicated for healing, advocating for change.” It’s the best reason to sing. I would sing for healing and change, for surviving and thriving ANY TIME.

Also, I loved performing with Carlos Hernandez and Faye Ringel. They were and are a FRIGGIN DELIGHT to work with.

And ALSO? I laughed my butt off. The British game show and Guest of Honor improv that began and ended the night–I mean, I couldn’t breathe. My face hurt. It was wonderful. WONDERFUL! (And again most wonderful wonderful.)

I think Mike Allen wanted me to come to his party afterward, but I was COOKED. I was in bed by 10. That’s just how I roll these days.

On Sunday I saw two more readings, Gillian Daniels and Elaine Isaak. Gillian read a story of many Deaths (it may have been this one? Death Defying Stunts (Not One of Us, April 2014), and Elaine from one of her E. C. Ambrose Dark Apostle novels. 

Some Readercons, I almost want to skip all the panels and just attend readings ALL DAY. In fact, one could do that, if one wanted. Not that panels aren’t great fodder for discussion, for fomenting future panels, for agitating deeper, more interesting, more diverse stories. Panels are totally necessary. But the readings! The readings. I love to watch a writer at work.

That’s that! When I came home on Sunday night, I found out Bone Swans was nominated for the World Fantasy Award, and I think I just laughed for about five minutes.

Then I ate some ice cream.

And that, as they say, was that.




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Readercon 2016: Thursday and Friday

I’m well into my work week, catapulted right into it from FULL CON MODE, and this coming weekend, Hernandez and Sita and I are attending a ¡Cuban Party! at our buddy Chris’s house in New Jersey.

(Hernandez is cooking. Very exciting. Droolage. You should see the menu. Shall I post it? I’ll post it.)

– Seafood Paella
– Beans & Rice
– Yucca
– Roast Pork
– Boliche ??
– Cuban Bread

– Plantains??
– Avocados (garlic & lime)

– Flan
– Guava Paste with mild white semi-firm cheese, honey & mint

There! Good morning!

Readercon, for me, was a solid working con–but not so workaday that I didn’t have time to see panels and readings just for fun!

On Thursday night, I attended the BEES! panel:

Max Gladstone, Natalie Luhrs, Julia Rios (moderator), T.X. Watson. From the serious scientific question of colony collapse disorder, through the also-serious metaphoric House of Evil Bees of Captain Awkward, to Chuck Wendig’s ridiculous #facebees, bees seem to proliferate among the interests of our genre community. Why? Are we in it for the honey or the sting, or is it the combination that attracts us?

At this panel, I first heard the myth about “telling it to the bees,” which I thought was just delicious. It also occurred to me that the royalty-rich language in which we have steeped bee behavior might have obscured that behavior. How useful to have an ancient tradition of metaphor, and how beautiful–but does it bias our perception of an insect that has no notion of monarchy? Also, how bees are almost universally benign in literature (save, perhaps, the Winnie the Pooh incident, but he was being a bit of a sneak thief, posing as a little black rain cloud), whilst wasps and hornets are almost universally malignant.

Anyway. Sweet honey for thought!

Friday, I had one panel–which I last-minute moderated. Panels generally make me anxious, and moderating trebly so. But this one went pretty well.

I had a rehearsal at noon for the Miscellany, with Faye Ringel and Carlos Hernandez. I felt very musicianly, practicing up in our room, uke and synth and all. Faye is a goddess, and Hernandez is an agent of mischievous kindliness, and Chris Kreuter and my mother are just ZE BEST CHEERLEADERS. More on that later.

Unfortunately for me, rehearsals collided with Nicole Kornher-Stace’s reading. I was SERIOUSLY MOPED to miss it. Have I missed a single one of her readings since we’ve started attending the same cons? If so, it was only because I was scheduled against her. She read from her NEW SEQUEL to Archivist Wasp!

Hernandez read at 12:30, from The Assimilated Cuban’s Guide to Quantum Santeria, a story called “The Magical Properties of Unicorn Ivory,” one of his Gabi Réal stories–and one that will be reprinted soon in Lightspeed Magazine! Someone came up to him hours after the reading and told him that the story had been haunting him all day. It’s such a good one. Swoon.

I signed autographs at 3, and unlike the last time I had such a slot, PEOPLE ACTUALLY CAME. Not only that, but Gemma Files, Kathleen Jennings, and Hernandez and I just got to hang out for an hour and talk about books. Mainly about Lymond. Well, and The Heaven Tree. No, actually, I have a whole list. Want my list?

Skull and Hyssop
A Song for Summer
Medensky Square
The Secret Countess (sometimes The Countess Belowstairs)
My Family and Other Animals (BBC)
Strong Poison
Have His Carcass
Gaudy Night
Bus Man’s Honeymoon
The Decoy Bride (movie)
Sunshine on Leith (musical)

At 4, I moderated my panel:

Speculative Retellings. C.S.E. Cooney, Ben Francisco, Gwynne Garfinkle, Kathleen Howard, Catherynne M. Valente. Speculative elements in fiction are not limited to robots and ghosts and dragons. For ages, the stories that get told have almost always been by told straight white able rich men, and there may be no way of separating those stories from the culture of writing today. In stories like Travels With the Snow Queen by Kelly Link, or Shift by Nalo Hopkinson, retelling old stories written by white men becomes an inherent challenge to those narratives, and that challenge itself becomes a speculative element. What other elements can we bring to these stories, and will we ever get to a point where challenging the status quo is not seen as speculative?

This was lovely, and the panelists did most of my work for me. I’m glad I did my research and had questions prepared though. I like to throw the panel open to the audience a little earlier than some, because there are often more questions than we have time to answer, and I like a wider conversation. OR IS IT LAZINESS?

At 5, we had our Clockwork Phoenix 5 Reading:

Mike Allen, C.S.E. Cooney, Carlos Hernandez, Keffy Kehrli, Barbara Krasnoff, Cameron Roberson, Sonya Taaffe, A.C. Wise. Contributors to the bestselling fifth installment in the critically-acclaimed, boundary-expanding Clockwork Phoenix anthology series read excerpts from their stories.

And then, I dunno . . . Dinner?

More later. Gosh. I don’t know how I thought I’d get 4 days plus THE EXCITING NEWS in one post. I mean, this is me we’re talking about here.

I write long.

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Readercon Readings, Panels, Concert


3 PM
(AKA, a chance to chat with GEMMA FILES!)

4 PM
Speculative Retellings
Cooney, Francisco, Garfinkle, Howard, Valente

5 PM
Clockwork Phoenix 5 Reading


(AKA “The SUPER LUCKY PRIME TIME Right-After-Delia-Sherman-Reads Slot!)
New short story “Lily-White and the Thief of Lesser Night.”

3 PM
Cooney, Garfinkle, Goss, Janssen, N. Wolfe


A Most Readerconish Miscellany
This year I get to do four of the new BRIMSTONE RHINE songs, accompanied by Carlos Hernandez on ukulele and Faye Ringel on piano!

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