August 3rd, 2009


Giving interviews is fun; getting books is better.

So I was interviewed over at Words to Mouth, by the charming and erudite Carrie Runnals. I enjoy giving interviews, in much the same way I enjoy writing bios for my website. I am also inevitably convinced that I came off sounding like a chirpy sunshine-and-rainbows-and-Marburg moron. It's fun living inside my head. That's where all the weasels are.

Anyway, if you hie on over to the interview and leave a comment before August 31st, you can win a free copy of Rosemary and Rue. "But wait," you cry, "I've already pre-ordered!" Or perhaps, "I don't want to wait that long!" But oh ye of little faith, don't you think you could come up with something awesome to do with an extra copy of Rosemary and Rue? Donate it to a library. Leave it as a tip for your favorite diner waitress. Wedge that shaky bookshelf with something other than your Algebra textbook, thus saving yourself from the curse of the crazy Classics major. Whatever makes you happy! The possibilities are truly endless.

I have at least two more interviews coming up in the next few weeks, and it's beginning to make me a little bit twitchy. Again, I love giving interviews, it's all just...very real these days. My soundtrack for the past few weeks has consisted (when it wasn't endless versions of "Rain King") of "Writing Again" and "Moving Too Fast" from The Last Five Years. Sample:

Did I just hear an alarm start ringing?
Did I see sirens go flying past?
Though I don't know what tomorrow's bringing,
I've got the singular sensation things
Are moving too fast...

It's an excellent song, sung by a character I very much identify with (except for the part where he's a Jewish New Yorker, rather than an Irish California blonde). And wow is that how I spend a lot of timing feeling just now.

So go, comment, maybe win a book, and make Carrie feel like interviewing me is a really awesome idea. Whee!

Where's Seanan? The Montreal edition.

I'm about to head for Canada, and I understand that some people have a vested interest in knowing where I am. Hopefully, this is not because they want to throw things. Anyway, in the interest of being A Helpful Blonde (tm), here is my current schedule for the week of WorldCon:


2:00 PM: Improv Workshop. Step one, land in Canada. Step two, get off the plane. Step three, conduct an improv workshop. Oh, this should be fascinating. There's a good chance that I may fall asleep while pretending to pretend to be a tree. Which is potentially a good reason to both a) attend and b) bring a video camera.
4:00 PM: Did You Know...? Filk trivia with me and Mark Bernstein. And my jetlag. I can essentially guarantee that my jetlag will be an active participant. It'll be interesting, even if it isn't terribly coherent.


3:30 PM: The Future of Horror Movies. They're going to let me sit on a panel and talk about horror movies. In a professional capacity. Have I mentioned recently that I control the universe? Because by the way, I control the universe. Being nice to me is definitely in your best interests.


10:00 AM: Author Signing. Behold! If you bring me things, I'll sign them! Hopefully, they'll be things with which I am at least tangentially involved, although if you really want me to sign your cat, I can give it a go. Shaving and a Sharpie may be involved.
12:30 PM: Author Reading. Ninety-minute group reading with Laura Anne Gilman, Margaret Ronald, and Stephanie Bedwell-Grime. Odds are good that I'll wind up reading some really weird short fiction.
2:30 PM: Concert: Stone Dragons and Seanan McGuire. Each group will have a forty-five minute set. I believe the Stone Dragons are going first, which puts me on at 3:15 PM. Dave Weingart is my stunt guitarist. Yes, we have a set list. No, you can't have it.
10:00 PM: The Living Dead. I GET TO TALK ABOUT ZOMBIES MY LIFE IS ESSENTIALLY PERFECT RIGHT NOW OMG!!!!!! Ahem. Also, I am cool, calm, collected, and a total professional. Yeah.


12:00 PM: Songwriting Workshop. We're going to be talking about songwriting, different approaches to songwriting, and other musical things. And then I'm going to be running to the airport like my tail feathers were on fire.

Woo-hoo Montreal!


I have just been informed that my ride from the Montreal airport won't actually be available until about eight hours after I arrive.

Neither will my hotel room.

1) Can anyone fetch one dizzy, jetlagged blonde from the Montreal airport at 7:15 AM on Thursday morning?
2) Can anyone give me a space to nap?!

Oh, God, I'm gonna die.