Farewell

Last night a few of us gathered to say good-bye to something really good.  The downtown location of Left Bank Books has closed.  There were many reasons for this, none of which had to do with our customers, who were wonderful.  For the last couple of years a good part of my waking hours have been spent working toward helping that store be a success and my efforts were not altogether for nothing.  A couple more years, who knows?

But it brought me into the company of a fine group of people, for which I will always be grateful.

Anyway, I took this image as Donna and I were leaving for the last time.  Somehow, it speaks to my state of mind.

Downtown, Last Light
Downtown, Last Light

Playing With Pictures Instead of What I Should Be Doing

I saw a friend’s new avatar on FaceBook this morning, so I went to the app to see about doing it for myself.  Nothing I came up with satisfied, so I decided it was time for a new AUTHOR PHOTO. Open Photoshop and…

Me highly stylized, Nov 2013

Well, that came out kinda scary.  I was going for a pencil drawing look, but it made me look like some kind of unpleasant, woke-up-on-the-wrong-side-of-humanity dude.  Even the nice blue eyes didn’t soften it up much.

So I went for something more traditionally “authorial” and came up with this:

Authorial Me, Nov 2013

Which for now is probably the best photograph of me done since my friend Drea took a bunch of shots back in 1995, when I had delusions of massive authorhood.  I still like those, but the truth is I just don’t look like this anymore:

Me 1995

Time.  What are you gonna do?  But I really like the new one, so for the foreseeable future I think I’ll use it for promotions and such.    Now I have to go write some fiction.

Upcoming…and Going

It’s been a week of deadlines of various kinds.  I got through the initial editing for the short story collection, at least of the stories I had notes on from my editor/publisher.  I had three student stories to workshop and I finished those.  I had new photographs to order for the upcoming Archon art show and those are in.  This morning I have to go get supplies for that from Art Mart.

And, unusually, this past weekend was filled with parties.  Friday night with Jim and Maia, who are terrific people, wine connoiseurs and excellent cooks, who live in a terrific old house.  Neither of us have been up quite so late in a long time.  Then Saturday night over at Lucy’s new house for a pleasant evening with old friends, not quite as late.  Yesterday, I worked.

This morning I’m working here, and of course what I intended to do and what I’m ending up doing are two different things, but…

I am working on a new short story.  I had a terrific idea a few weeks ago and wrote the first couple of pages before having to attend to the Other Stuff in need of doing.  Isn’t that how it goes?  And now the dryer isn’t working right.  One more thing.

But this weekend is Archon and I have things pretty well prepared for that.  The only thing lacking is a Big Announcement about a new novel coming out.  I’ve become so accustomed to that state of affairs now that I don’t know how I’d react anymore if I did have news.

I’ll talk about the oddments and curios of Archon next week.  Meantime, an image upon which to contemplate my return.  Something…enigmatic….

 

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Updates and Such

I’m about to be a bit busy, so I thought I’d let folks know what’s going on.

I’m working on the edits for my VERY FIRST short story collection.  Yes, indeed, I will have a new book coming out next spring from Walrus Publishing, a local publisher, and I’m going through edits now.  I’m really excited about this because I’d been starting to think I’d never get one of these.  There will be about 10 stories, a mix of previously published and never-before-published.  For the moment, it’s called Gravity Box and Other Places.  If all goes well, I’ll even get the cover artist I want, and I’ve already got commitments for blurbs from some terrific people.

The other thing, after that, will be the third alternate history novel in the series that is currently seeking a good home through the marvelous efforts of my agent, Jen Udden.  So my winter is spoken for, as it were.

I also have every intention of publishing short fiction again.  I started a new story a week ago that I think might have legs and I have a number in the hopper that need work, but dammit, I used to publish short fiction, I will do so again.

Finally, I’m beginning to formulate some ideas for exhibiting my photographs.  I just finished putting together a set of new images for the upcoming Archon art show and in going through the work I’ve been doing since I went digital, I think it’s time I did something with all these besides just gaze upon them with self-satisfied pleasure.

So I have a busy fall and winter coming up.  This on top of what has turned out to be a most pleasant day job at Left Bank Books.

I will post here, of course, it’s just that you may find some rather long gaps between one and the next, so I wanted to explain.

So…

Northward

After driving out of the redwoods, we continued north to Crescent City.  Coming in, evening fog roiled off to our left, along the coastline.  We passed a wood art shop on the right that looked intriguing and we promised ourselves a visit after we found a place to crash.

What we found was the dubiously-named Bay View Inn.  I say dubious because, while theoretically the bay was within sight, the mist was so thick you really couldn’t see it.  I asked for a room with a view and we got one, but it wasn’t what we expected.  Ah, well, it was a spacious room for a reasonable price.Sacramento 2013_0131

What most occupied our minds was food, which we found within walking distance.  A local place, with good basic grub, and pleasantly informative waitress who told us which the best route would be to get back to I-5.

“Don’t do 299.  Not unless you like stop and go and lots of waiting.  Take 199.”

Which would take us into Oregon.  Ah, well.  In the morning we walked around a bit, waiting for the gift shop next to the hotel to open.

IMG_1850Which had this bizarre feature.  We could see it from the hall window in the hotel and speculated on what it might be.  Finally, after buying some gifts for friends, I asked.

The original building had been a barge that offered a traveling water show.  That tower gave light into the on board aquarium.  When they established it permanently on land, they kept it as a landmark.

It made for an interesting image, at least.

After a pretty decent breakfast, we headed back out to the wood art shop.  A lot of it was the standard fare you find in many places—birds, cute plackards, bears, a lot of it obviously mass-produced even though lovely in execution.  But out front was a striking and motley collection of original pieces done by a local artist whose name we failed to get.  (Duh.  Val Polyanin.)

 

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Several of the pieces were social commentary of some sort, a few with obviously cosmic import.  The style was impressive and in some ways repulsive at the same time.  You would need a large space in which to display some of them, as they would wholly dominate any modest space.

 

 

 

 

 

After that, we hit the road again, north.  And once again we found ourselves driving through lushness.

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A short way into Oregon, we stumbled on a treat.  Stayed tuned, the adventure continues!