Rosemary Kirstein

I’m not there.    I miss you all.

Alas.

Next time.

I’ve got another 3-day weekend, so I’ve hunkered down to try to accomplish some actual writing and related writing-related dog-work.  Thus: not much to say at the moment, here.

However, the Nebula Awards have just been announced.   So, just in case mine is the only blog you read, here are the winners:

NOVEL:  2312 by Kim Stanley Robinson (Orbit US; Orbit UK)

NOVELLA: After the Fall, Before the Fall, During the Fall by Nancy Kress (Tachyon)

NOVELLETTE: “Close Encounters” by Andy Duncan (The Pottawatomie Giant & Other Stories)

SHORT STORY: “Immersion” by Aliette de Bodard (Clarkesworld 6/12)

RAY BRADBURY AWARD FOR OUTSTANDING DRAMATIC PRESENTATION: Beasts of the Southern Wild, Benh Zeitlin (director),  Benh Zeitlin and Lucy Abilar (writers), (Journeyman/Cinereach/Court 13/Fox Searchlight)

ANDRE NORTON AWARD FOR YOUNG ADULT SCIENCE FICTION AND FANTASY BOOK: Fair Coin, E.C. Myers (Pyr)

2011 DAMON KNIGHT GRAND MASTER AWARD: Gene Wolfe

The SFWA website has more detail.

And so does Tor.com (one of my favorite sites for keeping up with sf &f news of all sorts.)

One of these days, I’ll actually have the time and money to attend the ceremony….

Got home from my week-long retreat, went back to the DayJob on Tuesday, and the very next day got hit with a kidney stone attack.

A trip to the ER, and was sent home with some heavy-duty pain meds.

I HATE narcotics!  I get it that sometimes you have to have them.  But some people do it by choice! Why on earth would  people take this stuff voluntarily?

1.  It makes me stupid.  I hate being stupid.

2.  It makes me dizzy.  How is that fun?

3.  It makes me nauseated.   (See 2.)

4. It makes me unable to do anything that I actually like doing.  I can only do stupid stuff.  (see 1.)

5.  It makes time vanish.  Ack!   I don’t have enough time in my life — who would want to lose actual entire days at a time?

Alas, all they can do for kidney stones is give you pain drugs so you don’t notice how awful you feel, and anti-nausea drugs, and anti-infection drugs.

It’s all over now, except for the after-affects of the actual drugs.   Said after-affects closely resembling a hangover on steroids.

Damn.   If I have to miss three days of DayJob, I’d really prefer to miss it in order to do something interesting and cool.

And to add insult to injury, I now have TWO weeks of DayJob to catch up on, instead of just one.   Which means that next week it’s overtime, overtime, overtime.

Plus: I haven’t even completely unpacked from my trip.  Which was a nice trip, by the way.  Glad to have done it.  Met many lizards.

night singer

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