I got the galley proof for Bound Man, the story I sold to All-Star Stories Presents: Twenty Epics. Poor David Moles had to send me a pdf because, well, I’m in Iceland. It looks really good; the hard copy galley is on its way here, through the magic of mail forwarding, but it will take […]
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We were curious about the temperature of the hot water in our apartment. See, in ReykjavÃÂk, the water comes out of the ground hot. So, after receiving numerous warnings from our landlords about scalding hot water, we stuck a meat thermometer under the water coming out of the tap. The water is at least 170
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We’ve finished the first week of shooting and we’re a little behind. This is to be expected during the first week, although not desirable. As the week went on, I think we got faster. I’m tired, that’s for certain.
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Today I was mostly moving carts around. A little bit of seconding with rods, but nothing terribly exciting. After work, most of us went to the pool and soaked in hot pots or swam. When we drove up to it, great billowing clouds of steam rolled out of the swimming area. The walk from the
Last night I finally slept through the night without having to get up and cough. And this morning I didn’t have a coughing fit. I think I might actually be done with this thing.
Today I had the simple task of flipping a sheet over Bessie’s head. Ahahaha. Right. The illusion we were going for was that she was hanging laundry and that a sheet fell back over her, momentarily making her look like a ghost. The trouble, as always, is that I had to do this over my
The newest issue of Orson Scott Card’s Intergalactic Medicine Show has an audio bonus of one of Mr. Card’s stories, read by me. It was just reviewed at SFFAudio An excerpt: Quite short, only 9 minutes, this is ably read by Mary Robinette Kowal who manipulates her voice in all the right ways to lend
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I was on set all day today being the live hands for one of the characters. It was wonderful and exhausting. Being back at work feels great, but it means lots of poses that would make a yoga master wince. Fortunately I only seem to be facing standard fatigue and show no signs of trouble
While looking for the results of the Icelandic team in the Winter Olympics, I stumbled across this article called Learning a lesson about Iceland which is fairly amusing. Oh, by the way, it’s been warmer here than it was in Chattanooga when we left.
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Sort of…really, today was the first day the puppets were on the call sheet, but we were the last shot scheduled. As you might guess, we did not get to that shot. They wrapped right before we came up. Julie had her headset on and was on deck; we were that close. So we’ll be
This is the house that we live in. The windows on the ground floor are ours; that’s our kitchen in the corner, next to it is the bedroom and then the living room is that section that bumps out. The other half of the ground floor belongs to someone else. I think each floor has
What, I say, what was up with the thousand brides wandering around at the end of the Olympic Ceremony. The problem with not having commentary is that I’ve got no idea what they thought that would represent, or what the seemingly random burlesque/clown/royal court was about. Okay…and now there’s someone dancing in what gives every
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“Mary Robinette Kowal’s Portrait of Ari is a bittersweet tale of a couple, one of whom is perhaps not quite human, and how that fact alters their happy relationship.” —Rich Horton, Locus
Last night we got a note in our mail slot, in Icelandic, which invited us to the collective housemeeting. After a bit of conversation, we decided to go knowing we wouldn’t understand anything, but figuring it was a good idea to be neighborly. The couple we are renting from also came. They won’t leave the
We all needed to get physicals to qualify for medical care in Iceland, so the studio took us to a clinic today. My exam went like this. Me: “Hi, I’m afraid I’m sick.” Dr. “Ah. What’s the trouble?” Me: “Well, I saw a doctor yesterday who said it was a viral respiratory infection.” Dr. “I