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So now it can be told, Part Deux: Ellen Datlow has accepted "each thing i show you is a piece of my death", from Clockwork Phoenix 2, for reprint in Year's Best Horror #2. Steve and I are both far beyond pleased; it's the sort of peer recognition which means an incredible amount, and a wonderful way to cap off 2009 proper. Crazy, amazing year, especially given where I was this time in 2008.
Meanwhile, I'm also chuffed as hell to note that (as promised) asakiyume has written up a very flattering preview of A Book of Tongues in her LJ, hoping to aid in the general push to get more people ordering copies. You can find it here (http://asakiyume.livejournal.com/330688.html#cutid1). So thank you very, very much, Francesca; you've made me blush. Which is also a pretty damn good way to feel, first thing on a cold Toronto morning.;)
And finally: Ever since I recently decided to switch to reading a friendslist full of people obsessed with Adam Lambert, in order to decompress from the strain of...life, whatever, I've been tripping across mentions of a guy named Cassidy Haley--one of Lambert's crowd, a designer in leather (Lambert wore a few pieces from Haley's company, SkinGraft, while on Idol) who also sings, composes and dances, and managed to send his single "Whiskey in Churches" to the top of iTunes' electronic music charts on the strength of a particularly racy YouTube video. So have one pretty boy pretending to be a whole gay bar full of pretty boys, through the marvel of green-screen technology; it may make you smile, or not. For me, it really is like watching a cultural shift happening right before your very eyes--these young dudes, amazingly comfortable in their skins and communities, post-AIDS, post-Stonewall, a couple of entire generations post- even where things were when me and my friends were growing up, or where guys like the ones I taught at TFS were/are. A fascinating thing, one way or the other...and catchy, too.;))
Okay, now I need to go lay some serious pipe on A Rope..., plus maybe write the third section of "History's Crust" (which is, after all--like the chapter-title says--just "Two Letters"). Later.
Meanwhile, I'm also chuffed as hell to note that (as promised) asakiyume has written up a very flattering preview of A Book of Tongues in her LJ, hoping to aid in the general push to get more people ordering copies. You can find it here (http://asakiyume.livejournal.com/330688.html#cutid1). So thank you very, very much, Francesca; you've made me blush. Which is also a pretty damn good way to feel, first thing on a cold Toronto morning.;)
And finally: Ever since I recently decided to switch to reading a friendslist full of people obsessed with Adam Lambert, in order to decompress from the strain of...life, whatever, I've been tripping across mentions of a guy named Cassidy Haley--one of Lambert's crowd, a designer in leather (Lambert wore a few pieces from Haley's company, SkinGraft, while on Idol) who also sings, composes and dances, and managed to send his single "Whiskey in Churches" to the top of iTunes' electronic music charts on the strength of a particularly racy YouTube video. So have one pretty boy pretending to be a whole gay bar full of pretty boys, through the marvel of green-screen technology; it may make you smile, or not. For me, it really is like watching a cultural shift happening right before your very eyes--these young dudes, amazingly comfortable in their skins and communities, post-AIDS, post-Stonewall, a couple of entire generations post- even where things were when me and my friends were growing up, or where guys like the ones I taught at TFS were/are. A fascinating thing, one way or the other...and catchy, too.;))
Okay, now I need to go lay some serious pipe on A Rope..., plus maybe write the third section of "History's Crust" (which is, after all--like the chapter-title says--just "Two Letters"). Later.
