Back from Austin

[shunn]

Laura and I didn't take many photos at World Fantasy, but luckily the irrepressible John Klima did.





Klima and his Spilt Milk Press are bringing out my chapbook in May, but in the meantime you would be well served to snap up a copy of their first chapbook, The Sense of Falling by Ezra Pines. That link is to an old pre-order page, but rest assured that this slim volume is out and available and well worth your five measly bucks.

Had a great time in Austin. Laura and I caught up with several New York friends who have decamped to Texas in the last couple of years, saw Idiocracy (at last) at a movie theater that serves beer, drank more Shiner Bock than we ever hoped to in our wildest dreams, attended a plethora of great readings, managed to get lost more than once on the Capital of Texas Highway, ate ourselves silly, and at least met great folks like Evan McClanahan and Trent Hergenrader in person. I was very sorry to have arrived at the bar too late Sunday evening to meet up with ShunnCast listener Andrew Langston—my deepest apologies!—but I did arrive in time to meet by chance an editor who spoke enthusiastically about the novel proposal for Inclination that is on her desk.

So all in all, a splendid weekend, and I thank Laura for, as usual, keeping me out of the hotel room and on track.

Comments

[laurie-daniels.livejournal.com]

I'm such an awful friend- I didn't even know you two had left. Still...er...glad to see you back safely, and I'm happy to hear that you guys had fun while you worked!

And, if you don't mind focusing on the superficial for a moment, Bill- I think I like that black and white shirt you're wearing very much. I say 'think" because I can't make out the exact print, but it looks quite sharp with the blazer from here. Good choice!

Laura usually buys my shirts, you see, so she usually deserves the praise

[shunn.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I don't know if I have any other pictures of that shirt around, but it's a black-and-white paisley print that I bought at Yellow Rat Bastard in the East Village. Rarely for me, it's a shirt a) that I bought myself, and b) that I bought despite Laura's objections. But after I got it home, even she agreed that it was a good purchase.