This last week I had that circles thing I spoke of in the past come round and help me out. I've been in a bit of rut lately, not so much with the actual writing, but more with feeling things were proceeding at a glacial pace.
At any rate, Jaym Gates posted on Facebook that she was attending FogCon this weekend. Never having heard of FogCon, I checked it out. I immediately went shit, this stuff is right up my alley and it's close to home!
Too bad I'm too late to get on a panel or two.
Later, I whined exactly that to Jaym, who went and offered to write the programmers and let them know who I was. I accepted her generous offer of introductions and, by Thursday I was assigned two panels: one was titled The Ticking Time Bomb, having to do with interrogations.
On the panel with me were: Daniel Starr, Terry Karner, Phyllis Holliday, and either Alan Bostick or Gary Farber, I'm not sure which (there was a late change to the line-up, and I didn't record the beginning).
Part one of my recording of that panel is, hopefully, here.
It should be noted that I misspoke when I say I had been on every interrogation, meaning to say I had been on many more interrogations than most officers of my experience:
As you can hear, the military interrogation specialist was exceptionally good. I did my best to keep up:
Daniel Starr was our moderator, and did a good job of keeping us in hand.
I apologize for the low quality of the recordings, it was hard enough to get the damn things up on Blogger, requiring seven hours of attempts and a lot of grumbling.
My second panel, on Saturday, was titled Telepathic Cop catch a Teleporting Criminal. I am not sure why I didn't record that one, but I didn't. It went just as well, I think. No one jumped up and laid a verbal whipping on me, in any case.
Overall, I think it was a successful weekend and that I did quite well on my first panels as a published author.
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Sunday, March 10, 2013
Monday, January 30, 2012
Another Tiny Tease!
A tiny excerpt:
Desperate, Yarvis released his cudgel again, drawing Connab closer with his right arm. He reached around his shorter opponent's back with his left hand, found the blood-soaked knife wounds by feel, and dug fingers in.
I am, as you can probably tell, having fun with it.
Desperate, Yarvis released his cudgel again, drawing Connab closer with his right arm. He reached around his shorter opponent's back with his left hand, found the blood-soaked knife wounds by feel, and dug fingers in.
I am, as you can probably tell, having fun with it.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Hard Things, Good Things
Yesterday morning I got a call from Jim at Ace. He apologized to me, telling me he was very sorry, that the bike had yet to arrive and that he didn't know what had happened. He was clearly frustrated because he had waited until late the night before and the warehouse was closed, so he couldn't learn whether an emergency had arisen or they were planning on delivering that morning. Jim went on to say there was a chance the bike would arrive, but he didn't know if it would be early enough to get it prepped for me and didn't want to give me bad information.
Having worked in sales, I how hard a thing it is to make this kind of call. Jim did it, and while disappointed, I was certainly not disappointed in him. I told him I would wait for word.
Two hours later he called and told me the bike would be ready around two. I told him I would be in after that. He thanked me for my patience and apologized for the scare, to which I said, "I much prefer being told bad news up front, so thanks for that."
I showed up with my wife and daughter, who were made to feel very comfortable. Both were eyeing a Vespa, which kills me.
The bike was ready, the final paperwork took a half hour, I bought my new helmet and jaw-jacked a little with both Jims at Ace. McLaughlin gave me a thorough once-over about new bikes and the specifics of working them in.
Then I took my new bike for a ride.
Wow, is it sweet! Rider position is perfect for me, knees less bent than they were on the Four and I am actually standing when stopped, a comfortable posture all around.
I didn't crack the throttle until I got out on Marsh Creek Road, and even then I kept it under the 5000 RPM mark I was told to monitor to break her in. She sounds a bit reedy until you do get a little higher in the RPMs, at which point a deep Bwwaa sets in. She handles better, has more power and is more comfortable than the old bike. All around, a good thing.
Nice, very nice.
Having worked in sales, I how hard a thing it is to make this kind of call. Jim did it, and while disappointed, I was certainly not disappointed in him. I told him I would wait for word.
Two hours later he called and told me the bike would be ready around two. I told him I would be in after that. He thanked me for my patience and apologized for the scare, to which I said, "I much prefer being told bad news up front, so thanks for that."
I showed up with my wife and daughter, who were made to feel very comfortable. Both were eyeing a Vespa, which kills me.
The bike was ready, the final paperwork took a half hour, I bought my new helmet and jaw-jacked a little with both Jims at Ace. McLaughlin gave me a thorough once-over about new bikes and the specifics of working them in.
Then I took my new bike for a ride.
Wow, is it sweet! Rider position is perfect for me, knees less bent than they were on the Four and I am actually standing when stopped, a comfortable posture all around.
I didn't crack the throttle until I got out on Marsh Creek Road, and even then I kept it under the 5000 RPM mark I was told to monitor to break her in. She sounds a bit reedy until you do get a little higher in the RPMs, at which point a deep Bwwaa sets in. She handles better, has more power and is more comfortable than the old bike. All around, a good thing.
Nice, very nice.
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