gillpolack @ 2015-06-03T20:59:00
I'm making a strategic decision. I shan't blog during Continuum. I want to. I know it would be fun to read, if I reported on the panels and the food-tasting and the book launch. The trouble is that this has been a hectic week and it's still not over. I have some minor deadlines to meet and I have teaching to do and i have just a lot on my plate. I'm keeping my convention simple, therefore, and living it in the moment.
That's the bad news. The good news is that I'm on a panel on Friday night with the awesome and wonderful Janeen Webb, who's also doing the Melbourne launch of my novel. The item we're sharing is: The Romantic Roots of Fantasy: Dunsany, Poe, Hodgson, Robert Browning, Tennyson, Mallory. This means that Friday is my literary night, and I'm looking forward to it. It means I miss the Great Debate, and its time travel theme, but I suspect I need a break from time travel before the Beast comes out, so that works.
Speaking of the Beast, I know it's imminent because the Medievalists book is already out. I have a chapter on what I can only call Gillianish things. My theory is that people who think Joe Abercrombie is grim need to read chansons de geste. Well, that's how my chapter started, anyhow. If anyone wants details, just say and I'll find you a link.
And now I probably should get to tonight's deadlines. It's already around zero here and about to get significantly colder, so I shall make a big cup of tea and finish the article that needs finishing and then contemplate my list and decide what's achievable tonight. I'm beginning to be less worried about publication, BTW. This may be because it is happening a lot right now and I'm too tired to get as worried as I once was. When I stop to think, I still doubt everything, but for the next few weeks there won't be time to stop and think. So, I'm sorry, but I won't be reporting on Continuum. Which is a shame, but it'd be more of a shame if I fell in a heap due to working 24 hours a day.
That's the bad news. The good news is that I'm on a panel on Friday night with the awesome and wonderful Janeen Webb, who's also doing the Melbourne launch of my novel. The item we're sharing is: The Romantic Roots of Fantasy: Dunsany, Poe, Hodgson, Robert Browning, Tennyson, Mallory. This means that Friday is my literary night, and I'm looking forward to it. It means I miss the Great Debate, and its time travel theme, but I suspect I need a break from time travel before the Beast comes out, so that works.
Speaking of the Beast, I know it's imminent because the Medievalists book is already out. I have a chapter on what I can only call Gillianish things. My theory is that people who think Joe Abercrombie is grim need to read chansons de geste. Well, that's how my chapter started, anyhow. If anyone wants details, just say and I'll find you a link.
And now I probably should get to tonight's deadlines. It's already around zero here and about to get significantly colder, so I shall make a big cup of tea and finish the article that needs finishing and then contemplate my list and decide what's achievable tonight. I'm beginning to be less worried about publication, BTW. This may be because it is happening a lot right now and I'm too tired to get as worried as I once was. When I stop to think, I still doubt everything, but for the next few weeks there won't be time to stop and think. So, I'm sorry, but I won't be reporting on Continuum. Which is a shame, but it'd be more of a shame if I fell in a heap due to working 24 hours a day.
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