Seanan McGuire's Blog

Morning, all.

I just logged into this account to check some book info, and discovered that I had messages in my inbox (wtf?). I won't be answering them, because that would be committing to coming back to check for replies, and I can't do that right now. I'm sorry.

My general policy is that I read all email that comes through my website contact form (), and reply as needed, but I do not check messages on Facebook, 카지노싸이트, or any other site that sneaks in a messaging function. I know, this isn't the most convenient for everyone, but it's the only way I don't wind up ignoring people and feeling terrible about it.

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Thank you!

Howdy, y'all.

So as you may have noticed, I don't really update here very much. This is because I am very active at my official blog (), and don't like to spam people by mirroring content. To keep track of me, please check the link above.

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I'm six days out from the release of A Local Habitation, and tired enough that I've started to dream of being able to take naps. It's very recursive, and would probably be fascinating if it wasn't resulting in my waking up cranky because I was in the middle of a very nice nap. It's like two alarm clocks for the price of one!

It doesn't help that I'm currently in the midst of a home invasion. A voluntary one: SJ Tucker and her sweetie, K, have been at my place since yesterday, and Betsy Tinney and her daughter, Katie, will be showing up tonight. (Betsy is a fantastic cellist, and the Maine Coon breeder responsible for Alice Price-Healy Little Liddel Abernathy McGuire, which makes her essentially family.) Oh, and Amy is showing up on Monday. Because the best way to make my book release non-stressful is to make it the least of my concerns, right?

On the whole, I'm taking deep breaths, smiling brightly, and thinking about grabbing my mother, my fiddler, and my banjo player and running off to hide in Disneyworld for a week. Do they have bookstores in Disneyworld?

I'm quite afraid that they do.

So I had a reporter from the Contra Costa Times come over to interview me and take some pictures for a local author profile piece. This was pretty cool. I've never been profiled in the newspaper before. We cleaned the whole house (for values of "we" that mean "mostly my mother"), my room was slightly less of an EPA hazard zone than usual, and the cats were thoroughly lectured on not throwing up in front of the cameraman. After a great deal of discussion, I agreed to the following list of Things Seanan Isn't Allowed To Discuss With the Reporter (unless she starts it):

1. The Black Death.
2. Parasites.
3. How parasites caused us to evolve gender.
4. Endemic bubonic plague in California's ground squirrels.
5. The X-Men.
6. Crazy Australian mermaid shows.
7. Anything involving venom.
8. Dinosaurs.
9. The inevitability of the zombie apocalypse.
10. Anything that involves socially unacceptable hand gestures.
11. The ineffective nature of H1N1 as a slatewiper pandemic.
12. How my pandemic would be better.
13. Pandemics, period.
14. My collection of My Little Ponies.
15. My collection of plush weaponry.
16. My collection of plush viruses.
17. Banana slugs.
18. How to evolve a society of pseudo-mammal telepaths from parasitic wasps.
19. Why you would want to do that in the first place.
20. Giant squid.
21. Reality television.
22. Bedbug reproduction.
23. Anything Kate won't let me talk about during dinner.
24. Necrosis.
25. The slow conversion of aspartame into formaldehyde.
26. Monkeyspheres.
27. The fact that the turtle couldn't help us.
28. My limited and specialized knowledge of ASL.
29. The virtues of the machete vs. the meat cleaver.
30. That vial of liquid mercury I bought at a garage sale.
31. Tarantulas.
32. Cheese.
33. Jerusalem crickets.
34. What I did last summer.
35. The vast disparity between women's "appropriate" weight and the things women eat in television commercials.
36. Evil Dead: the Musical.
37. Why you should turn to cannibalism immediately when stranded on a desert island.
38. Kuru.
39. Flensing.
40. Parthenogenic reproduction.
41. Reasons to go crawling around in a sewer.
42. Observing autopsies.
43. Why yoga is better with Rob Zombie.
44. SyFy Original Movies.
45. The drinking games that accompany same.
46. Why I went to Waverly Place last time I was in Manhattan.
47. Pie.
48. Pi.
49. Structured poetry.
50. People as an available source of protein.

So Rosemary and Rue has now officially been released into the wild, with people reporting sightings (and acquisitions) everywhere from California to Scotland. It is officially way, way too late to say that I'd like time to do one more review of the page proofs, if you please. It is, in fact, too late to do just about anything but smile, sign books, and flail around like an octopus undergoing electroshock therapy.

I am developing an atavistic DO NOT WANT reaction to the word "trilogy," since people keep asking when the rest of the "trilogy" comes out. It's not a "trilogy," it's a series in which I've only currently sold the first three volumes. The difference has to do with story structure and pacing and whether the world resolves at the end of book three. (All three books resolve and have endings, but I don't close the door on the universe at the end of An Artificial Night.)

I love my release date, because it means my book came out during candy corn season. Delicious, delicious candy corn, which soothes all nerves and heals all ills, except perhaps for the ones my dentist has to deal with. And I love my book. It has an orange title and the perfect cover. And I love candy corn.

Life is good.

1. Destroy the Earth.

2. Destroy mankind.

3. Destroy mankind by destroying the Earth.

4. Develop a slate-wiping pandemic disease, thus enabling me to remain in bed for the remainder of 2009, not thinking about all the things that I still have to accomplish before October. (Either the month or the protagonist, really.)

5. Unleash an army of genetically-engineered dinosaurs, trained to do my bidding, to make me God-Queen of the world and thus spare me from needing to deal with anything I don't want to deal with.

6. Have any more sugar.

7. Start a new series.

8. Own anything ever featured on a BBC science fiction series. Sadly, this includes David Tennant.

9. Hide under my bed and wish everybody else to the cornfield.

10. Wish myself to the cornfield.

Ah, the weeks immediately prior to book release. They smell like fear.

So I have the following releases confirmed for the remainder of 2009:

* July, short story, "Animal Husbandry," in the anthology Grants Pass.
* July/August, short stories, "Julie Broise and the Devil" and "Lost" as audio downloads on the Wily Writers collective. Very exciting!
* September, Rosemary and Rue, Toby Daye book one.
* November, short story, "Inspirations," in The Edge of Propinquity (online magazine).

I'm very excited by all this progress, and very twitchy. Expect my red pen to never leave my side as I try to navigate this particular labyrinth with something that has at least encountered the general neighborhood of "style and grace."

Perhaps the most interesting thing about my sudden tenure on 카지노싸이트 is trying to build a comprehensive list of Books What I Have Read. I mean, the "My Books" section right now doesn't cover all the books I've read this year, much less all the books I've read in my adult lifetime. (We will not be adding children's books that I have not actively re-read in the past decade. That way lies both madness and Dr. Seuss.)

I find myself assessing stacks of books to see whether they've been entered. Typing in an author's name leads to speed-rating everything that author has written that I've read, creating a very odd sort of steeple-effect as I run into various authors. My research shelves really haven't been tackled at all. It's daunting.

(What's more daunting is the idea of what all these awesome book recommendations will do to my to-be-read shelf. Whimper.)

Eventually I'm going to be sitting as empress of a virtual library that measures in the thousands...at which point I'll still be re-reading The Stand and composing rituals for pantheistic extra-dimensional mice. Ah, well. Some things never change.

I, uh, quote Penny Arcade a lot. Other things you might want to know:

* I write compulsively.

* I maintain a much lengthier, more regularly-updated blog, at seanan_mcguire.livejournal.com. We're working on getting all my various blogs to sort of consolidate, but I'm not there yet.

* I watch more horror movies than is strictly healthy for any living thing.

* My first novel, ROSEMARY AND RUE, comes out on September 1st, 2009. I am thus faintly insane.

Also, I have a tendency to announce that I am Marilyn Munster, a Disney Halloweentown Princess, and in possession of the human pants. Just roll with it. In other news, hi!