June 16th, 2009



The eagerly anticipated Year's Best SF by Jonathan Strahan is now available. I say eagerly anticipated because we at the Not if You Were the Last Short Story on Earth project interact with Jonathan throughout the year and form a support group for crazy people reading a looooot of fiction all in one go.

Here's the cover:

Jonathan and I have discussed at length the artwork and have very opposing takes on what the cover is saying. I was wondering what y'all think of the picture? (The overall consensus will indeed make comment on the sanity of either J or I or both *grins*)

ETA: Jonathan has sent me this link to the original piece of artwork, which is much larger in size. And also the version we were discussing to make up our own interpretations of the picture.


Left holding the baby

That's an interesting phrase, eh?

Girl, 12, pregnant after being allowed to live with boyfriend http://www.news.com.au/story/0,27574,25643137-421,00.html is one of the headlines on news.com.au this morning.

Interesting turn of phrase, isn't it, in terms of where the implication of blame should lie. Reading the story on the website, lots of people have fingers pointed at them except for the 15 year old schmekel responsible. It seems that in this situation, adults have failed these two children, at large and in many directions.

In any case, the attitude above and expressed in this journalist piece reminded me of a reaction I had to an early episode of Star Trek Enterprise, which I am in the middle of watching. I was going to blog about the attitudes and underlying implications of this episode at the time but things probably overtook me. Or I got bored.

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The episode felt like a very sexist, condescendension to women.

Which I spose, places Enterprise in the right time slot for the Trek franchise but there you are.

If you're not shooting blanks, put the safety cap on. Or some equally unfunny reference relating penises and guns.

gritted teeth

So I if were to post here about how kinda stressed/rushed/overloaded/overcommitted I feel, y'all would either laugh at me or throw things right?

I think mostly it's that I know I have lots of little things that need doing and because they are little, they easily get overlooked and put off for another day and so they pile up into a looming pile of "stuff that I have to do but I don't know exactly what that is" - Scary Pile of Stuff. Or background white noise.

I have postponed dinner with two lovely dear friends tonight in order to tackle some of Scary Pile of Stuff so as to feel less stressed/rushed/overloaded/overcommitted. How did I get here after seriously feeling relaxed on the weekend? I still have my sore throat off and on throughout the day and the cold hasn't actually finished having its way with me.

I think in part the stress comes from having been relaxed and catching up on things over the weekend which itemised elements of Scary Pile of Stuff and thus added them to the to do list. Things have to ramp up this week for Book of Endings and Robot War Espresso - though Amanda and Rob have been working on the cover for Robot War Espresso and that's starting to look pretty damn funky. And of course, even though books get to the printers and then get launched, their workload doesn't seem to abate.

Also I have a bunch of to do lists on my desk at work which I have starting combining to one Mega To Do List which also makes me feel antsy - too many things! Which to start on first! Quick! Run every which way all at once!!

Yeah so, go ahead, throw things at me. I know I deserve it.



A million years ago I fancied myself as a nonfiction writer and got paid lots more cents per word than I currently pay for fiction, to write stuff. Of like, a scientific nature. To inform people. In books.

One of the projects I wrote two pieces for took a very loooong time to get off the ground. In fact I got paid so long ago that I don't even know what I spent the money on and the book is to be launched next week. Finally. I wrote them when I was still in the early years with the ex and was living in Hardy Rd. Wonder what year that was?

Anyway, I so don't care about the project anymore that I'm not going to go to the launch. But I was invited and also invited to purchase a copy at a discounted price. Somehow I feel like the fact that I haven't been able to actually consider these published works on my CV for the last 5 years should entitle me to, oooh I dunno, a contributor copy? I have to decide if I want my discounted copy by tomorrow cause it needs to be preordered by Thursday. Since I'm not going to the launch, if I want it posted to me, the discounted price is $70. (And the P+H is $16 ... what kinda post are they sending it me via? That seems expensive)

The only reason I am remotely considering paying that much is cause ... well it's nice to see your name in the ToC. But... is it $70 worth of nice?

ETA: Just queried on the post cause thats how much it costs to send NCN to England or France.
ETA2: I got the response - I did not set the price, so I am unable to comment. I smell dissention in the ranks. Anyway, makes a $54 book kinda expensive. Maybe I will see if I know anyone who can pop into an office at UWA for me.