Yes, that timorous figure you saw behind the lectern last night at KGB was yours truly, asked to fill in for a jet lagged Gavin Grant who was “so far behind he was looking at the back of his head,” or some such.  We heard Michael Swanwick and David Keck read from their works, both very entertaining authors, then we trekked over to the usual Grand Sichuan for excellent Chinese and hot sake.

I asked Eugene Myers and Alaya Dawn Johnson to fill in as surrogate Ellen and take photos, which I will upload soon.

KGB has always been the seminal event for SF in the New York area (with the exception of, perhaps, NYRSF), so it was pretty cool and also nerve-wracking to be host for the day.  Thanks to Altered Fluid and Rick Bowes for moral support.

Greer Woodward tells us that the anthology Strange Stories of Sand and Sea, edited by Esther Schrader and published by Fine Tooth Press, is now available from Amazon and Barnes & Noble. It includes her story “Bottles of Lloyd”, a tale of magic in Connecticut. She says, “I don’t want to give the plot away, but the story has sand, sea and is strange.”

Congratulations, Greer!

So someone hacked into one of my work servers today and started sending this email to all the employees:

From: potemkin@ethereal_seas.net
Subject: there is but one will, though the paths are many

I realize that, in this age of automated spam agents and artificial
scripting that it is difficult to discern human intent–and human
need–behind an anonymous email, but I reach out to you in a desperate hope that you will consider the possibility that I exist.

My Mosaic still lives. TH3y cannot stop it. Not as long as we believe.

http://psychobabel.net/access.php

-h

Then we started getting dozens of anonymous phone calls asking if some guy named Harry worked for us. When we asked who they were they invariably hung up. Crazy day.