Agent news — Red Sofa Literary

My good happy news for December 2015 — I have signed with Jennie Goloboy of Red Sofa Literary. Jennie represents Tex Thompson, author of one of my favorite books of the year, Medicine for the Dead,  Carrie Patel, (The Buried Life, a mystery set in a dreamlike underground city) and a slate of other fantastic authors. I am so excited for the new year and being part of the Red Sofa gang. Here’s what Jennie says about herself:

“I’m a literary agent at Red Sofa Literary, specializing in fun, optimistic science fiction and fantasy, for adults and children.

I’m also a historian specializing in early American history. My book, SUCCESS TO TRADE: CHARLESTON’S MERCHANTS AND THE EARLY AMERICAN MIDDLE CLASS IN THE REVOLUTIONARY ERA is forthcoming from University of Georgia Press.”

She also writes nonfiction, as well as fiction under the name Nora Fleischer.

I am so excited as I mentioned, and I have a lot of work today. Jennie and I have been discussing plans for the new project and revisions and I have some homework — a book proposal package with marketing and publicity info. So now I have a real excuse for letting my blog languish — er, rest, but be assured, in 2016 there will be plenty of news to post about.

Yay! Snoopy happy dance!

FenCon day two

I was pretty busy Saturday. Three panels: on fantasy trends, in which we discussed the pros and the pitfalls of the increasing subgenre-ization of fantasy. On cross genre fiction, ably moderated by Kimm Antell. And post-apocalyptic fiction and dystopia with S.M. Stirling. The latter devolved into a how to survive any apocalypse and prepped culture but eventually we got it back on the topic of literature.

In between my panels I went to a presentation on Pluto, the future of NASA, and near earth astronauts, a reading by Bill Ledbetter, a reading by Michelle Muenzler and maybe more. Con brain I haz it.

Jenny Hanniver organized a pizza and beer party and clown candy (I can’t even explain) and we talked movies and genre into the evening, carried the conversation up to the party hall, and finished out the evening downstairs talking of much the same, as well as community news and politicking. And Lovecraft because if you aren’t talking about Cthluhu at midnight at a con, he rises from the deeps.

That last sentence is a bit metast night I admitted that I don’t get the Lovecraft love, and A. Lee Martinez said that a lot of people don’t really get it but just like all the trappings, like the little plush Cthulu toys, and saying shoggoths, which is exactly what I just did in the previous paragraph.

I do remember the evening ending in tears of laughter on my part, so if that’s what Lovecraft meant by eldritch horror, I’ll take it.

See? I can’t stop.

FenCon Day One

By the time I got to the con on Friday, things were already in full swing. I got through registration and scanned around for next steps. Bill Ledbetter was on a robotics panel so I went to that briefly, got bored (sorry panel!) and then ducked in to Steve Stirling’s meet and greet, and that was fun, but had to leave for Adrian Simmons’ reading, from his novel about a Stone Age era twelve-year-old going through his manhood rites – and things going very bad. He put that poor kid through hell, let me tell you, but the sensory detail was amazing.

Sean Scarber ran a fantastic discussion on the surveillance society in which we live, and the panel was pretty lively and thoughtful. Room was freezing, until one brave soul got up from the audience and turned off the air conditioning. Bravo, sir! We spend a lot of our time in office buildings where thermostats are just for show, so I am aware of the lack of initiative while also very impressed by someone who tried the obvious.

Let me diverge here and say that so far the programming has been stellar. I foresee a lot more panel hopping because the options are so good.

Dinner. Dinner was uh-maze-ing. We settled on the hotel restaurant, which was pretty meh and also confusing (they brought out strips of bacon on the veggie burger) but the company was phenomenal. Astronaut Stan Love was seated to eat alone before his presentation, and we (okay, listen, it was me, I did it, I said it, and I’m proud of that fact!) asked him to eat with us, and he did and it was great. He’s also a writer and he had sent his story to the Baen Science Fiction contest which Bill Ledbetter and Michelle Muenzler read for, and so that was great. Love is also an interesting guy and did I mention he was an astronaut? Best dinner conversation in a while.

And then after all that, Dr. Love went to his presentation on Mars, and we stayed at the table and totally missed it.

My reading went well! People were there! And liked it. I read from Fog Season and it was fun.

BarCon was also successful, although again, the bar and restaurant were a bit confused. Regardless, it meant I missed opening ceremonies and the reception and although I did get to see the liar’s panel, which was pretty funny (any panel with Mark Finn and Selina Rosen is bound to be) I did miss the traditional opening of the convention.

A few of us made the rounds on the party floor, even though the official parties are not til tonight, and we barged into one suite that held a pretty rocking pre-party and stayed for a while. Thank you for the lovely scotch, Paul Abell!

That was kind of the last thing that happened, unless you count going to bed knowing I was going to be a tad hungover. And I was. But if age has taught me anything, it’s how to nip that in the bud right there. I’m ready for the day, and lots more panels.