Just a quick check-in. Just got back from the Celsius 232 Festival of Fantasy, Science Fiction, and Horror in Aviles, Spain - a WONDERFUL festival, and unlike any other convention I've been to. It's not in a hotel, but bookshop kiosks are scattered all through the 17th-century Old Town. This was the hotel they put me up in - a 17th-century nobleman's palace (that served REALLY fine breakfasts!) (The other picture is of me in front of an old fountain). Soft gray weather. One day it did drizzle. Two days there was a religious festival - the Virgin of Carmen, who guards all vehicles, fishing-boats in this case - with parades of drummers and a life-size Madonna carried through the streets. In the evening everyone in town walks their dogs. The final notes from my editor on 'Death in the Palace' are due in a week, and I will post at greater length then. (I am also having the house re-piped, so there are plumbers in and out and for a week there was a back-hoe in my fron...
It's been a busy summer - the usual apologies for not posting. The picture is an old one, taken by R. Mann at a convention in 2016, but I wore the costume just a couple of weekends ago, at the Legacy Expo in Burbank. Legacy Expo is a WONDERFUL Star Wars convention. It concentrates on the "Expanded Universe" (i.e. both the current backstory of the Star Wars universe, and the backstory as envisioned in the original bunch of novels back in the '90s). It's an entirely fan-run convention, though their relations with Disney and Lucasfilm are very cordial. Thus, it's small, and feels very friendly - and, my thanks, here, to the wonderful con committee. I gather it's only put on every couple of years. I think the next one will be in 2028, but Legacy Expo is working on planning smaller events in the interim. The convention fell in the middle of a tight deadline to read and correct the final copyedit of the next Hollywood murder-mystery - Death in the Palace - whi...
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! Here is a deeply unflattering picture of me on the beach this morning, wearing 4 layers under my gi and looking like the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man, after doing 1100 sword-cuts with my iaido group at sunrise, a dojo tradition of "spirit training." After the Misogi - as it's called - we walked down to the ocean, to watch the waves materialize out of a horizonless gray eternity of fog.
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