Life Abhors a Vacuum

No, really, it does.  The busier I get, the more life grins and says, “Oh, wait, there’s also this you need to look at, please. Um, like yesterday.”

Still, I’ve managed to find time to get this fledging website off the ground. There’s not a lot of content thus far, but hopefully that will change, bit by bit. If you’ve been reading my livejournal, then you needn’t worry about the older posts here; they’re selected highlights which I’ve imported from my LJ because I’m a little bit obsessive about keeping all the relevant stuff together. Also, I don’t think I’ll be using my LJ very much anymore, because maintaining two blogs is a fast way to CrazyTown.

So, upwards and onwards.

I’ll be at Continuum 5 over the weekend of 14-16 August, which should be a blast. I’m reading a story on the Sunday afternoon, if people are still awake by then — if I’m still awake by then! — although I’m not sure which one. I have two recent ones which would fit the 15 minute timeslot, one in third person, one in first. I’m tempted to go with the latter, as I think first person narratives have an added sense of the dramatic when read aloud. And I’m all about the dramatic. I also need to come up with some sort of steampunkish costume thingy for the masquerade on Saturday night. Shouldn’t be too hard; half my wardrobe would lend itself quite nicely to something steampunkish. I had procured a box of cuckoo clock innards I was intending to cut apart and fashion into something funky, but that’s not going to happen now. BusyBusyBusy, remember? Hope to catch up with a lot of people over the weekend.

I’m also looking forward to attending this panel at the Melbourne Writers Festival the following weekend, which sounds fascinating. China Mieville, Margo Lanagan and Jack Dann. Could it get much better than that? It’s probably the only thing I’ll actually get to see at the MWF this year. Which is one more than I saw last year, so I guess I can’t complain. Okay, I can, but I really shouldn’t.

I’m kind of out of practice when it comes to complaining, to tell the truth. Life continues to be good to me. Piling on the busy-ness, but good nevertheless.