The online journal of speculative fiction author Christopher Rowe.

Saturday, April 30, 2005

So far...

having a great time. Nebula Weekend in Chicago is proving rich with opportunities for good food and good conversation with good friends. The weekend started off great, when Andy and Sydney Duncan joined Robin, Clint and us for dinner last night at ye olde bar. The food was okay -- better than the food though, was the lucky coincidence of being streetside when Chicago's wonderfully organized, enthusiastic, and colorful Critical Mass rode by.

After dinner, there was a reception for SFWA's new grandmaster Anne McCaffrey. Nominees in attendance also received pins and certificates (well, those nominees in attendance except for Greg van Eekhout, who apparently had better things to do with his time than to be seen with the likes of us). At the beginning of the reception, Catherine Asaro called up Jack Williamson, who was celebrating his 97th birthday and the room sang Happy Birthday to him. Mr. Williamson's response was: "Thank you. Who is this?"

There was a late night full of conversation and laughter -- too many people to be listed, but among them were David Moles and Susan Marie Groppi, who gave me a bit of good news. I'll pass it along once I find out whether it's supposed to be public knowledge yet. It was also good to get to see Sean Stewart, whose Perfect Circle (which he's nominated for) was one of my favorite books last year.

As for this afternoon, as soon as G gets out of the shower, we're going in search of Chicago deep dish and then we're going to walk down to Chicago's new Millenium Park near the lakeshore, so we can check out their state-of-the-art three hundred space bicycle parking facility.

Friday, April 29, 2005

Bang! Bang!

My brother, for reasons of his own, always says "Bang! Bang!" whenever anyone says the word Chicago. I mention this so that I can have explanation points in the title of this post, enticing you to read further.

In an hour or two, we'll leave George Rowe the Dog to watch over the house for the weekend (since we're going out of town, we're letting him have houseguests). And then we'll drive the great boring diagonal across Indiana (well, the overpass at Columbus is kind of cool) to wind up in Chicago, where we'll see some friends and I, at least, will spend most of Saturday paralyzed with, what? Anticipation? Worry? General frazzledness? All this in anticipation of tomorrow night's Nebula Awards. And there's that.

There's also this. If you're someone who has read some science fiction and fantasy in the last year and would like to vote in the largest popular award in those fields you still have a couple of days left to participate in the Locus Award. Unlike the Nebula--which is voted on by members of the Science Fiction & Fantasy Writers of America--and the Hugo--which is voted on by attendees of World Science Fiction Conventions--the Locus Award is voted on by readers at large. It's sponsored by Locus Magazine, which is kind of like Publisher's Weekly specifically for sf, fantasy and horror. Adding Locus Online to your list of periodically perused websites might be a good idea too.

I'll get back with y'all later.

Sunday, April 24, 2005

Possible pen names?

Christopher Volan Rowe's Aliases

Your movie star name: Cheese Stanley

Your fashion designer name is Christopher Prague

Your socialite name is Hendricks Paris

Your fly girl / guy name is C Row

Your detective name is Dog Adair County High

Your barfly name is Tortilla Chips Bourbon

Your soap opera name is Volan Grant Lane

Your rock star name is Jellied Dark Chocolate Cheetah

Your star wars name is Chrgeo Rowgwe

Your punk rock band name is The Busy Postal Scale

(Via Ms. Bond.)

Saturday, April 23, 2005


Did you make it? Good.

If you don't know what I'm talking about, then you somehow found this journal entry here at the blogger.com version of UnCommonwealth without having been directed here from my old digs over at Journalscape. To briefly recap, the mad genius rock stars who are designing the Fortress of Words website (which will house a site for Say..., along with personal sites for Ms. Bond and myself) have told me that it'll be easier to fold the Blogger interface into the new website than it would have been Journalscape.

I liked Journalscape and for awhile I'll try to remember to post there when I update here, or something like that. I know that there was a feature there that let folks "subscribe" to the journal, which essentially meant they received an e-mail whenever I made a new entry. Handy, that, and if you'd like to do the same here, just enter your e-mail address into the little box over to the right.

And now, for an actual entry, complete with content.

I've got lots of traveling coming up in the next few months. We'll be in Chicago next weekend for the Nebula Awards and then immediately have to return here to put the last touches on the next issue of Say... and get it to the printer. Why immediately? Because it's already time for Wiscon, where we'll be over Memorial Day weekend. Gwenda and I will both be doing readings of new work and G also has a panel or two, I believe.

On June 10th, we'll join Mark Rudolph, publisher of Full Unit Hookup, as featured readers at a special "Strange Fiction" edition of the indispensable InKY Reading Series. The InKY readings are held at The Rudyard Kipling, one of my all time favorite bars. Were you there when Average Life had their last show? At least of that lineup? Me too. I was the kid with the poseur skater haircut sporting elvish runes on my leather jacket. Good times.

The last week in June I'll be back at Wild Acres in the mountains near Asheville, NC, participating in this year's Sycamore Hill Writers Conference and maybe sneaking away for some cycling on the Blue Ridge Parkway. The organizers of Sycamore Hill scheduled the end of the conference so that participants will be able to get home in time for the start of Le Tour, though G and will probably be going to Raleigh for a couple of days afterwards, where we'll watch the Prologue and Stage One with two of our favorite people.

And finally, in August, if all goes well, we'll be flying to Glasgow for Interaction, the 63rd World Science Fiction Convention. This will be the first WorldCon for either of us and the first time I'm up for a Hugo Award as well. Very exciting.

On the writing front, I'm mainly working on short stories at the moment, not least in an attempt to score some quick cash, 'cause friends, flying to Scottishland ain't cheap in these final days of petroleum.