More on Wednesday

Didn’t get the additional exercise on Tuesday so some ground to make up on Wednesday. I did watch a handful of episodes of Made for Love and am hooked.  The copy of Le Guin’s  The Found and the Lost arrived too. Sadly,  Amazon’s poor packaging meant the dustjacket was slightly torn, so that’s not so good. It’s both an impressive and a useless book, in my opinion. Too big and bulky to be useful as a book, but filled with wonderful work, which is frustrating.

I did get my tax return for 2020/21 submitted which means, assuming the ATO doesn’t dispatch their stealth ninjas for me, that a refund is on its way. I have to get the quarterly return done, then on to the next annual one. I also have an enormous backlog of editing and such to do. I think I fell into a real funk, editing-wise, when Saga dropped the year’s best series, so I need to find my feet there a bit.

We also had the company we’d chosen to build our new patio decided not to proceed this morning, so that needs more attention. It does feel a bit one step forward, six steps back right now, but I’m sure it will improve.

Another day

Having bounced hard off Apple’s Severance, which I found a deeply unhappy viewing experience, I’ve enjoyed the first two episodes of Made for Love much more. The similarities may not be obvious, but one is a tech-bro horror/fantasy about work and the other is a tech-bro horror/fantasy about love and relationships. It’s not actually funny, but it is engaging. Cristin Milioti is great, and Ray Romano almost always works (though his inclusion is, to say the least, heavy-handed). I’m optimistic the next few episodes will be interesting. I am on the fence as to whether a couple of moments of violence in the first episode are justified, but we’ll see.

Other than that, it’s Tuesday. Exercise will have to wait till after work. I’m back in the day job office, which is fine, but not my first choice. I did get all of yesterday’s tasks done, so the taxes are off to the accountant shortly. I also got no almost no reading done yesterday, which was not good. I’m in the early stages of John Darnielle’s Devil House and enjoying it. I seem to have abandoned to disinterest Adam Oyenanji’s debut, Braking Day, but may come back to it. Time will tell.

Monday morning, again

The pandemic progresses.  With the recent changes to masking rules in Western Australia, my day job employer is calling us back to work. We’ve been working from home on and off for a while but were at home full-time for the past six weeks or so.  Today (Monday) is the end of that. We’re now back to our previous roster, which means Tues-Thurs I’ll be in the office. This is not the end of the world, but it’s not my first choice.

Today started slowly because I am on a late shift.  Up at 7am, had a cup of swamp water (peppermint tea), out for a walk, then home to work. I have a lot to do, both for the day job and not, so busy.

In the meantime, since I’m not currently editing a year’s best anthology series for anyone, I’ll try to note some of the best short fiction I’m reading about the place. My favourite story of the moment is Maureen McHugh’s wonderful “The Goldfish Man“, from Uncanny 45. Because it’s online and shareable, you should go read it if you see this. It would be in my year’s best.

And the rest of the day

A bit of a nothing day, in some ways. I did get some domestic chores done, and I made headway on the tax paperwork. There’s nothing untoward there, but it always manages to make me at least mildly anxious. I’ll peck away at it for the next few days and then hand it over to the accountant.

It’s a pity really because it was a lovely day outside. Jessica and I made our weekly trip to Yahava, and it really was heavenly.  But we were home before 10 am so that Gary and I could record the podcast. That was enjoyable, as it always is, but then I settled into the paperwork for four hours or so. Then I made a not particularly great roast chicken dinner before watching an episode of Veronica Mars with Sophie.

I got effectively no reading done today, and no editing. That needs to change this coming week. The goals for this week are to finish the 2020/21 taxes, get the Tordotcom short fiction edited, and clear the backlog for The Book of Witches.  If I can do that, and maybe sketch out some proposals and get some house repairs done, it’ll have been an okay week. Let’s see how we go.  Oh, and with masking changes, I’m back in the office three days a week, and working from home for the other two. That will take some adjusting to.

Episode 578: Kind of dull, but it’s something

This week’s discussion begins with Gary wondering about what he tentatively calls the use of absurdism in some recent novels, mentioning Kelly Barnhill’s When Women Were Dragons and Sunyi Dean’s forthcoming The Book Eaters, each of which features a powerful central metaphor that refuses to resolve itself into traditional SF or fantasy systems—somewhat like the old Theatre of the Absurd playwrights like Ionesco.

This leads to yet another discussion of what may be happening with the notion of genres, and how an earlier generation of gatekeeping editors has given way to editors more welcoming to a variety of voices and approaches. We more or less conclude that, while this reinvigorates the traditional genres, there are plenty of options for readers who still prefer the familiar formulas and traditions. Finally, we talk a bit about getting together for a possible live podcast at Chicon 8 later this summer.


…unavoidable stuff from jonathan strahan…