Well, I didn’t go to BEA, though it sounds like Gwenda, Matt and everyone else had a ball, and nabbed some great galleys. I also didn’t score an invite to the launch of the first ever Borders store in Perth, which opens this Friday. I will probably drop in on Friday at lunchtime to check it out, though. And, I won’t be at Conflux, which looks pretty crazy fun. That, however, is all okay. I’ve started ticking some stuff off my “to do” list. I don’t know that I’ll get to the far side of it by the end of June, but that’s still the goal. If I can be clear by June 30, then the rest of the year will still flow kinda on schedule.

I did read Tim Pratt’s story, “Impossible Dreams”, from the July Asimov’s last night, though. It’s a simple, sweet little story about a film buff who discovers a version of the classic little magic shop, a video store that stocks movies that were either lost or never made in our world. It’s a basic Twilight Zone kind of idea (something Pratt himself acknowledges in the story), but Pratt handles it beautifully. It’s not overlong, it doesn’t overplay or overcomplicate the idea: instead he tells it well, delivers the pay-off and gets out. It both stands amongst Pratt’s stronger recent stories, and is a second very good story in what is a top-notch issue of Asimov’s.