Man, looks like I’m just embedding tweets here all day—I did just wrap an extensive novel rewrite about five minutes ago—but, here’s another one, a good one, an important one:
Dear person who decided to upload an e-ARC of THE GIRL IN THE GREEN SILK GOWN to an illegal download site more than a week pre-publication:
I am so sorry you disliked my book as much as you obviously did.
— Seanan McGuire (@seananmcguire) July 10, 2018
Oh, and while I DID once somehow embe…
A story of mine that ran on Gamut a while back. It’s in here now:
Change forces us into the light or the dark. Dusk is in between. It defends the light from the dark. Where things go well. Or where they go very, very bad… SUSPENDED IN DUSK II, edited by @herodfel, with @SGJ72 https://t.co/nzM5YYqnNG #horror #anthology #newrelease pic.twitter.com/rjplVCDpty
— Grey Matter Press 👹 (@GreyMatterPress) July 10, 2018
Tom Paris, saying aloud the creed I live by, pretty much. And? This is my only persistent problem with intergalactic humans in stories: they always come out of warp at some Mos Eisley of a truckstop and just eat whatever’s being served. I can’t help but think that would be instant death. Not just of the soul, but the gut, since no way can we have the proper enzymes to digest some vending machine egg-salad fossil from another solar system.
Also, while I’m postin…