Spring is finally (finally!) here, meaning that it’s both light enough and dry enough to bike to work again. Here in the Pacific NW I don’t worry about the cold, I just worry about the fine, insidious drizzle that will soak you and sap your will to live if you try to bike through it. But that’s all over now! Mostly! It hailed like hell’s frozen fury this afternoon and was still dripping when I had to ride home, but I took the bus most of the way and was able to tolerate the wet for the last few miles from the bus stop to my house.

In the morning I rode my bike to work the long way, with no bus–fifteen miles, down from my house to the trail along Lake Washington, connecting to the Sammamish River Trail, eight miles along the Sammamish River, and finally leaving the river to climb the hills into Redmond where I work. It’s a long, pleasant ride, mostly through parkland and river valley, past farms and woods and the occasional townhouse monstrosity. Today gave me an abundance of wildlife: two great herons, a plethora of ducks of different species, Canadian geese, a rabbit, a multitude of multicolored snails on the path, the usual assortment of crows, sparrows, robins, and songbirds, and rarest of all, a peregrine falcon carrying a branch for her nest! The peregrine falcon has been one of my favorite birds since elementary school, when I chose to do a report about them and fell in love. For a while, when people asked me what my favorite sport was, I said “falconry”, which tells you volumes about what kind of kid I was. You have to admit, they’re really beautiful birds:

Peregrine Falcon

But I’ve rarely gotten to see one in the wild, so this was a great treat.

(Made up for the grueling uphill in the last two miles to work. Almost murdered me, that hill did.)

I have a hard time seeing the speculative element in this week’s story at Strange Horizons, but it’s not hard to see the story’s beauty. It’s the story of a marriage, the end and the beginning, and it’s lovely and gross and a little creepy. Exactly what I like!

An infuriating article about Indian discrimination against blacks. Did you know that the Cherokees used to keep black slaves? But that after they emancipated them (before the US emancipated its slaves, natch) they were integrated into the tribe and generally regarded as full Indians? Neither did I. Unfortunately, a later US Indian census separated the “black Indians” into a separate category, and that is now being used as the excuse to disenfranchise and exclude their descendants from tribal membership.

Read the whole article for details.

These are all for the same story, which I completed last summer:

It was well received here, but after some thought we have decided not to accept it for publication. this came very close. Very pretty :).

I quite liked this, but it felt a little insubstantial for this length, and my co-editors didn’t like it quite as much as I did.

Even though the narrative tone was more external or fable-esque than I usually prefer, I really enjoyed the first third or so of the story… I was hoping for something more character-centered… I hope you will feel free to submit again.

Your story was held for further consideration either by myself or my assistant and carefully read. I was intrigued by the idea behind this story and the style in which it was written, but on completing my reading ultimately decided I wasn’t compelled enough to make an offer to buy it.

My reaction to this is a mixture of pleasure at the positive reception, and annoyance at the lack of actual publication. Ah, well, such is the fate of a newbie writer. Once more into the breach…

This was the day we packed out. There was a 14-hour drive back to Seattle that needed to start early, so we debated whether or not to go to the panels that morning. Eventually we decided we should, as Jessie said that it was the panel that she most wanted to go to, and I was eager to stay as long as possible.

How Many Roads? (Reading multiple-viewpoint stories): A great panel, led by L. Kimmel Duchamp, with LeGuin, Vylar Kaftan, and others on the panel. Very informative, with lots of good points about both reading and writing multiple viewpoint stories. Best line of the con was Kaftan, discussing the difficulty of describing a first-person viewpoint character: “Nobody looks at themselves in the mirror and thinks about what they look like. But if you do, come up and talk to me afterwards, because I want to put you into a story.”

Driving home: Did I mention that I got a ticket on the way down to CA for going 90 mph in a 65 mph zone? Anyway, as we’re driving home, we pull into a gas station and at the pump next to us is the same cop that pulled me over. He was in his civilian clothes filling up his truck… just where we happened to pull in. He refrained from getting us another ticket, but he did wink at me as I was coming out of the bathroom, which creeped me out.

We got in at about 2am, and promptly collapsed into bed. Everyone agreed that it was a fantastic weekend, though.

(I’ve been incredibly busy for the last several days, so I haven’t had time to blog anything. So this Potlatch follow-up post is late. Sorry!)

Potlatch day two is the main day of programming, and I spent most of the day going to panels and listening to interesting people speak. The main attraction, of course, was Ursula K. LeGuin, who spoke on many panels, and was spoken of on many more. I managed to wrangle a book-signing and a photograph out of her!

The programming for the day can be found on this page. Here’s some brief thoughts on each panel:

Graphic Novels: not something that I’m all that interested in myself, but I was surprised and delighted to see LeGuin leading it. I learned lots about the history and current trends in graphic novels and comics, and saw panels from some very nice webcomics.

The Scalzi Rule: So our little panel attracted the attention of the great John Scalzi himself! I didn’t stay for the whole thing, as I had to go out for lunch, but this was an interesting panel of con etiquette, and what to do about That Guy. You know, the one who wants to soapbox and won’t shut up. I suggested that the Scalzi Rule was appropriate, even necessary for large groups, which garnered lots of disagreement.

Lunch: Delicious sushi with a childhood friend who lives in the Bay Area!

Good Reads: Got only the tail end, because of aforementioned lunch.

Ursula LeGuin’s reading from Always Coming Home: Exceptional. The readings were fine, and the questions were surprisingly insightful and interesting. The last question, about hope, was so inspiring and appropriate to end the reading that I could hardly believe that it wasn’t planned.

Poetry Reading: Entitled Invocation Against Entropy: A Chiastic Farrago of Poetry from John M. Ford and Ursula K. LeGuin. This was the surprise hit of the con, for me. I have little ear for poetry and low expectations from readings. But this was organized into a quasi-dramatic presentation, with gorgeous writing, good readers, and a beautiful chiastic structure.

Auction: Led by Jay Lake and… somebody whose name I really should remember but can’t right now. Entertaining, but I didn’t buy anything.

Scotch tasting: Not an official event, but a Potlatch tradition and a great time nonetheless. This was the best conversation I had the whole con, covering Gene Wolfe, cruelty and beauty, scifi bookstores, and intelligent moles.

I’ll have the brief recap of day three up this evening. Hopefully.

I’m in the lobby of the Domain Hotel in Sunnyvale, California, during the lunch break between morning and evening sessions. Yesterday, Larisa and I drove down from Seattle with our friends Jessie and Rob, who form part of my real-life writing group. Actually, Jessie and Rob did most of the driving. I got a ticket for going 90 mph in a 65-mph zone, after which they didn’t let me drive any more.

Potlatch has Books of Honor, rather than guests of honor, and the Books of Honor this year are Always Coming Home by Ursula K. LeGuin and Growing Up Weightless by John C. Maxwell. As I mentioned a few days ago, Always Coming Home is one of my favorite novels, and getting to be here to discuss the book and meet LeGuin was one of my major reasons for coming. So far, it’s been completely justified. During last night’s discussion of Always Coming Home we heard some great comments, and I raised a point that elicited response from LeGuin herself. (She wasn’t actually on the panel, by her own wishes, but she spoke from the audience.) Afterwards I was able to talk to her for a few minutes at the con suite, where I did not actually pee my pants and squeal like a fanboy. I said a few things which may even have included complete sentences! And I got a good answer to my question, and learned something I didn’t know.

Most surprising thing about LeGuin: she’s light-hearted and jocular. (And not as old as I thought she was–only turning eighty this year.)