Wednesday Magic District: Identity and turkey
No, not identity as a turkey. Although recently I’ve been feeling brainless enough that I might just stare up into the sky and drown on the rain falling into my open mouths, as turkeys are said to do.
Today’s Magic District is a bit navel-gazy, but it may be topical for anyone dreading certain questions over Thanksgiving dinner. Also, it brings up an important question:
Post? Read then post. Post then game.
Blog post late. Drat. Fall days move fast.
Late post also Post With Four! Good! Post asks, four weep, four want, four what, four ROCK! (Post with Four good when lazy.)
Also, this here blog post play Game With Four! Grok Game With Four?
Wednesday Magic District: Books as things
Today’s Magic District riffs straight off the ARCs post earlier this week: I’m still puzzled by how much of a disconnect there is between my perception of the book and the story I wrote. I don’t think it’s just me, but then again, I know I’ve got all these weird mental tics about writing.
Also, I have my contributor’s copies of The Best Horror of the Year vol. 1! They are beautiful (okay, for a value of beautiful that includes naked flayed guy on the cover BUT THEY’RE STILL BEAUTIFUL OKAY) and, from what I’ve read of the other stories, chilling. I had to stop reading so that I wouldn’t be up till two shivering.
Arc! Arc! Arc!
I am terrible, terrible about news. I hang on, not wanting to post unless I have something interesting to say, and then when something does happen I either squirrel it away or lack the time to write “a proper post” about it. The end result is a slow blog and news that hasn’t gone out. But here it is, late but no less relevant:
Yes, I have my Advance Review Copies for Wild Hunt! And they are beautiful. I’ve been told that there’s a particular “new book smell” about the copies you receive, or a different feel to them, but for me the most wonderful and strange element of the whole experience is opening it to any page. There’s always a moment where I don’t quite recognize the words, and then a burgeoning sense of deja vu as it finally clicks that yes, I know this part because I wrote it.
Even though I spent so much time writing this novel, choosing those words, tracing those plots, it seems so far from this bound copy in my hands. Maybe it’s still some magical quality that I assign to books, maybe it’s that I still can’t quite believe this whole situation, but it still feels strange that there are books — multiple books, now! — that are full of the stories I’ve told.
Release date is January 12. Just in time for Arisia!
Margaret Ronald 