Seanan McGuire (seanan_mcguire) wrote,
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What did I publish in 2014?

Welp. That was sure a year. And it sure is over. And I sure did come out with a lot of stuff. Here's what I published during 2014.

Novels.

Indexing
Half-Off Ragnarok
Sparrow Hill Road
The Winter Long
Symbiont

Novellas.

"Oh Pretty Bird"
"The Day the Dead Came to Show and Tell"
"Midway Relics and Dying Breeds"
"Turn the Year Around"

Novelettes.

"The Ghosts of Bourbon Street"
"Stingers and Strangers"
"Each to Each"
"Bury Me In Satin"
"Snakes and Ladders"
"White as a Raven's Wing"

Short stories.

"Black as Blood"
"Blocked"
"Spores"
"Jammed"
"The Lambs"
"We Are All Misfit Toys in the Aftermath of the Velveteen War"
"Knit A Sweater Out of Sky"
"IM"
"BRING ABOUT THE HALLOWEEN ETERNAL!!!"
"Office Memos"
"In Roses"
"Fruiting Bodies"
"Lady Antheia's Guide to Horticultural Warfare"
"Best Served Cold"
"The Fixed Stars"
"Driving Jenny Home"

Non-fiction.

Letters to the Pumpkin King
"How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Numbers: A Girl, a Rulebook, and Arithmetic" in Chicks Dig Gaming

That is...that's a lot when I put it all in one place like that. I'm going to back away slowly, and maybe go drink something fizzy and faintly alcoholic.

Yes.
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For my birthday/Yule/Christmas, my husband bought me all the anthologies I didn't already have (and several cookbooks I wanted). They didn't arrive until Friday, 2 Jan 2015, so I've been busy reading them, although I know they're never going to last until March.

(Are you sure you're not the secret love child of Isaac Asimov?)

(My father says probs not.)
I met Asimov a number of times at cons in the NYC area when I was a teenager. At one of them, I had a (male) friend with me, who wanted to take a picture of the Famous Author. As my friend fiddled with his camera settings, Asimov pulled me into a hug, and laughed, "Now take the picture!" Which he did. I might have been all of 17 at the time. Everybody knew that Asimov was a mostly-harmless old lecher.

But I'm sure your father is a truthful man :-)