“I’ll wait for delivery, each day until three”

Another patient day in the endless waiting, waiting waitingggg life of a working author passes. I remember Snoopy, the great author, being sure his mailbox was eating his replies from publishers… And then of course there is that terrible mistake which publishers so frequently make, where they send us this bizarre letter saying that this manuscript was not suitable for their present needs. I have been obliged to point out that I was not waiting for a letter about their needs, which are no concern of mine, but that check for a million dollars, which is very much my need. They really are a bit obtuse about something quite so obvious. Sadly the quality of staff they are able to recruit these degenerate days, is not what we would like to become accustomed to.

That of course is not what I am waiting for. And no, it’s not my royalty statements either. Perhaps because they deal in fiction, due dates are also fictional in publishing land – and I’m sure they would have no problems delaying their wages by three or four months, so why should I? One of joys with Independent publishing is you do know what you are going to be paid, and the lag is much shorter, and payments are monthly and reliable. This does make life a little easier, and something I believe publishers would be well advised to move to. But no: I am waiting for something else.

I have been preparing the gilded stable. I even put up an advert for stable-hands (the only source of advice I have found says it takes a staff of 36 to adequately care for each animal) – as I am the father of two sons it should be obvious I can’t do the job. I haven’t had any responses. Perhaps looking up the most common baby name in Britain for my pseudonym (I wouldn’t everyone to know what the job was, I’d get people taking shameless advantage) was a mistake. I’ve ordered (from Amazon) all the food, as well a pair of suitable silver bridles. Yes I am getting a pair of them. As I said elsewhere I hope to start breeding them. Google has rather let me down though, I don’t yet know if the foals have horns on birth, or if they develop later. My theory now is that they’re soft, rather like baby rhino horn (one of the more unusual delights of my life was getting to pet an orphaned baby rhino. The baby in question adored the attention, and would have made an ideal housepet, if they stayed that size, that affectionate and that cute). Perhaps the reason the animals are so rare is not the shortage of virgins, but the fact that if the horn is hard and sharp… well it’s a caesarian or kill the mummy.

The problem is there is so little good literature on the care and rearing of Unicorns. I’d have read it all while I wait.

Amazon is sending me not one, but two. You get them when you get 50 posted reviews. I know this is true because I read it on the internet. We all know that’s even more reliable than the NYT.

Seriously, I was delighted to see that TOM and CHANGELING’S ISLAND both have hit the 50 landmark. (the pictures are links).

That’s remarkably cool even if I don’t get to go into the bottling of unicorn farts to sell as an alternative power source. (I am sorry to be so mercenary, but the cost of unicorn tucker (complete with sparkles – entirely natural and made from organically grown vampires) is such that it dwarfs California’s deficit, and I have recover the money somehow.)

And now that I have temporarily finished being silly I thought I’d bring up a subject which ought to be close to the heart of all authors.

A reader – a good guy, a hard scientist who shall remain nameless, but a lifelong sf/fantasy reader – asked a facebook group if he had to attend sf cons to be a fan. A group he’d commented on implied such to be a requirement. And, um, did he have to dress up in costume?

He of course got a resounding ‘No, of course not! If you read sf/fantasy you’re a fan, and welcome!’ It was very good to see – especially from my perspective, because it has always been my attitude. As far as I’m concerned if you’ve read one sf/fantasy book and would like to try another… I’m ready and eager to welcome you in to the ‘club’. Aside from my professional interest, we share an interest in something I love. Something I want to foster, encourage, and have as many people enjoy as possible. Suggesting otherwise gets the same dropjawed look of shock that my sons had on their faces when someone said their Physics class was excluding women. The idea was just so bizarre. They wanted EVERYONE to be physicists. And, generally, their group’s idea of wet-dream was a female who even vaguely understood, or cared about their precious subject. The slightest accidental expression of interest would have you in danger of being physically dragged eagerly into their midst, and finding yourself neck deep in quantum tunneling.

Speaking professionally it’s probably even more the case. A fan – as the guy whose entire livelihood hangs on people liking my books, liking my genre enough to even try my books – this exclusionary ‘keep out of our treehouse’ attitude is as welcome as a dose of the clap.

Yet… it’s out there. There are Cons at which this has indeed become the case. They tend toward the pretentious literary ones, but tread with care. WorldCon has sadly increasingly become something you’d probably like to avoid, which is a shame as there are still some great older authors to be met. But it’s become very cliquish, substantially political, and overtly unwelcoming to people who aren’t ‘trufen’ (who don’t fit the ideological mold –something that seems to get narrower by the hour let alone day). There are still good people, both running and attending, and it is possible to enjoy yourself despite this. But seriously, it’s a lot of money, you want to actually mix with welcoming fans of similar interests, get meet authors that interest you and attend panels that interest you, and hear readings from authors you like. You don’t want to watch out that you don’t accidentally cause offence, or find yourself subject to claims of harassment or worse, from which you’re not even permitted to defend yourself. It might never happen… but you are there to have a great experience, not walk on eggs, constantly worrying about whatever the latest ‘offense’ is, that you might unwittingly commit.

My own feeling is: you’re better off at the smaller cons (where there is enormous variation) or the big commercial cons like Dragon Con. Look at the author/guest list. Look at the panels. If your interest is Military SF and firearms, DON’T go to one with one with a GenderQueer intersectional poet as the GoH with panels on the rape of Gaia by the conceptual white patriarchal penis – and vice-versa. Talk to people who have attended recently. Good cons tend to have people like my sons’ Physics crowd supporting them – eager to help and welcome you. Bad ones attract the sneering asses.

You don’t have to ever attend a con to be a fan. There is a delight in sharing your interest with others who also love the genre. There are loads of welcoming groups all over the internet – and a few I would avoid where they’re very keen on keeping the wrong people out of their treehouse.

One of the things about groups with an interest in anything out of the mainstream, from sf to steam railways – or, as in some those I am involved in – Writing, Scottish Country Dancing and Rock Climbing, is that there are always a few jackasses who attain positions of power and influence, enjoy that, and try to keep that power. And the only way to do that is maintain the status quo, restrict entry –or at least make sure it’s only the ‘right’ sort of suitably indoctrinated noobs coming in.

You don’t have to be mathematical statistician (but it helps) to see that this is a recipe for medium/long term destroying that group, that interest and for damaging its reputation. It’s almost mind-bogglingly stupid, except for the shortest of short-term self-centered benefits. That doesn’t ever seem to stop at least some cliques trying the same dumb stunt over and over again. SF-fantasy has its share. The minute they start telling you you’re not a real fan… you’ve found them. They like to pose as the cool kids table, but really they’re more like mean girls table. Ignore as much as possible. They’re worthless.

Which is why I take I take anyone I can possibly gull into it climbing, and have invested thousands of hours in teaching, showing people cliffs, routes, lending them gear, taking them to-and-from airports etc. Do not express the vaguest interest in Celtic music unless you’re prepared to firmly defend yourself from invitations to join us in our capering. And writing – well, Mad Genius Club is just one small part of the efforts this group put into helping anyone who might wish to write.

Because without new writers, and without new readers, without a welcome mat…

Something I see as wonderful would die.


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59 responses to ““I’ll wait for delivery, each day until three”

  1. Paul (Drak Bibliophile) Howard

    According to reliable sources, Unicorns can grow to great size. They’ve been known to get elephants stuck on their horns and die when they get more than one elephant stuck on their horns. I don’t think you really want a breeding pair on your small island. 😉

  2. paladin3001

    Ah, fandom. Wonderful place if you get the right crowd. A horrid place when the “wrongfen” show up and start dictating terms. Personal hobby is trying to convert people to sci-fi whenever I can. Luckily for me I have read enough that I can tailor reading lists for peoples interests. Current GF has been hooked on the Shifter series. Now I just have to find something else for when she’s finished them. 🙂

    • I thought M. Lackey’s take on them in her 500 Kingdoms books was great. And it would explain so much…

      I suspect unicorns are born with soft horn buds, like some kinds of cattle, and as they age, the horn grows harder material on the outside. I’ve not gotten close enough to one to find out. Apparently in the ’60s-’70s they became spooked by herds of pre-teen to young teen girls seeing them and emitting near-ultrasonic “squee”-like noises. The unicorns fled to safer locations.

      • Aren’t unicorns only comfortable around true virgins? 😉
        Maybe lots of those on Dave’s island…

        • From what I know of unicorns, this is more a statement about the alleged rarity of suitable hunting bait than the incidence of unicorns. However, should one encounter a unicorn, it might be best to refrain from making such a claim. Reputations must be upheld and all that.

          • Paul (Drak Bibliophile) Howard

            Allen Dean Foster had somebody who tried to use a little girl to set a trap for an Unicorn.

            Didn’t work.

            The Unicorn said she was a virgin but he was gay. 👿

            Oh, he was a nice guy and nothing happened to the little girl. 😉

        • It’s a ridiculous place 🙂 They’d be virgin on the ridiculous.

  3. sabrinachase

    I did not know you were a devotee of Miss Milligan! A monkey doing a strathspey…that is not something you see every day! 😀

  4. Dave
    I have to say I really enjoyed this post, even more than I normally do!
    Now to figure out why…..😂

  5. Seriously, as a newbie to interacting with more than a few people at once or in a month about Science Fiction, I have found the last months on FB and the blogs fascinating.

    It looks kind of like a speciation event with rapidly diverging populations…

    One group “feels” a lot like the “cool kids” in high school, mostly OK individually but tribal and quite unfriendly to a lot of ideas I value and to non-conformists / can’t- conformists. I don’t know how an Aspie could ever keep up with the changes and socialconformist. I couldn’t find any fun in most of the SF they promote, other than a few quite good writers I have long liked. The feeling I got was that a “bad choice” of comment, where to joke, or what costume could get you in trouble deep and fast. How to relax in this type of venue? It would be like relaxing and beeing your real self in front of a tenure committee, at a tax audit, or in an INS interview…. ‘How to lose friends and alienate people’….

    This seemed against the core geek (and old time liberal) values. Also, I never met many really exclusionary SF readers… Know it all’s, ass holes, social innepts, … yes, quite common, including, arguably, myself and a lot of my best friends… Also, the authors I like to read seem very decent and mostly quite fun. The ones I started to meet online seemed eminently friendible…

    Thus, wanted to check the temperature of one of the very fun, friendly groups. They certainly were supportive. Over a hundred positive responses in 1/2 day! This new subspecies seems to have the attitude for success.
    ‘Come on in, the soups on and we are just getting going.’
    Certainly this attitude, ‘yeah, if you think you are one of us, you are us, come as you are and join the group’ seems like not just better people and people skills but way better business practice!

    • Aye, a convention (not purely sf, but certainly partly) *was* that way and *was* fun. Now they have erected assorted thought-barriers and well, I do not expect to return. A good con, like a good renfaire/renfest has this general feeling of “We’re having a party, Why, of course, you’re invited!” even if that is not anything of any claim of mission.

      • Yup. I’ve not been to my home con (BuboniCon) for a while, so I’m not sure how it is trending, although I’ve had a few qualms based on some of the guests of honor et al. LibertyCon was a joy to attend with great people and a sense of humor and real toleration (“You’re way off base on [thing], in my opinion, but that’s OK. Have a beer and what’s that last thing you read and liked? Really? Cool! Have you tried [other book]?” Not sure about AmaCon yet, but its a family Con, so I have hopes.

        • adventuresfantastic

          I’ve always wanted to attend Bubonicon. Now that I live in the Great Flat, it’s actually the closest. I used to make the ones in the DFW area with forays to cons in Tulsa, Houston, College Station, and Austin, all of the latter being about the same driving distance. Unfortunately time, family, and job constraints haven’t permitted attendance at either Bubonicon or the Williamson Lectureship. The best I usually do is attend Robert E. Howard Days in Cross Plains each year. I’m hoping to make LibertyCon in the next few years.

          • I went to Bubonicon in the early 90s – I happened to be doing a professional NCO course at Kirtland AFB the weekend it was on. Had a blast – this was when ‘cons were affordable for working stiffs – $10-15 per person for a day if memory serves. (We went to the Salt Lake City con every year that I was in Utah – also affordable.) I remember noting at the time that Bubonicon was more book-oriented, while SLC was more ‘other media.
            I’ve checked out the costs for cons in San Antonio … right after we got here. IIRC, $50 per person for a day. When the hell did they become big business, I ask you?

            • http://bubonicon.com/ $45 for both days, less with early registration. Alas, school will just have started and I can’t take time off to go. 😦 I may try to go next year, if it doesn’t sell out ten minutes after the registration opens – I was at BuboniCon 40 and it was spectacular. Met David Weber, among others.

  6. Thoroughly confused here. When did your sons get old enough for physics? Or are they teaching it in kindergarten (not a bad idea, says the woman physicist here)? I hope the new days really do welcome women – I got shock and benign neglect at best back when I did it, not welcome. ‘Course that was in the previous century.

    • I was amused by the story of the couple that would go shopping for her car – and he would tell the salesperson that it was to be HER car, and he didn’t really know anything about cars anyway. If things went as they ought, there was polite interest. If they went as too often salesmen tried, talking to him and not her, despite it all… well, they got the floor wiped with the salesman. It was very much HER car. The one she, the automotive engineer, had been one of the designers of. I wonder how many salesfolk actually learned the right lesson from that, and how many just went “Well, I know to avoid that person now.”

      • Most minds are already closed.

      • Dad ended up having to order my pick-up because the sales guys I tried 1) showed me the wrong thing and 2) didn’t offer me options to get what I needed. Twits.

      • There was a neighbor who was a self-made rich man. Went from not being able to get a bank loan to pretty well off. He worked hard and when the price shot up on pine tar, figured how to get it to market before anyone else, then invested the profits into some company named Coca-Cola. Dressed about like Jed Clampett, except in overalls.

        One day he got a fellow to drive him to a city to buy a car. His driver dressed up to go to town, but he wore his regular work clothes. Car salesman kept talking to his driver, and his driver kept saying “You need to be talking to that fellow there; he’s buying it.”

        Finally the salesman took the driver aside and said “Do you really think he can buy a car?”

        The rich man overheard this and said “Tell you what. Call up [major city bank] and ask how much I have there.” Guy goes to his office, and after a few minutes comes out with a much different attitude.

        • Terry Sanders

          Read a story from the Sixties, about a (possibly) lightly stoned hippie chick who walked into the local Aston Martin dealership because there seemed to be@a lot of excitement. She asked “What’s happenin’,” and was told the new DB4 had come in.

          She looked at it and said it was cool, and how much. The snooty salesman turned up the snootiness and said “Eighteen thousand dollars.

          She said, “Groovy! I’ll take it!” And pulled two ten-thousand-dollar bills out of jeans.

          Her name was Grace Slick, and she’d just *cashed* a royalty check. Because she felt like it.

          “Far as I know he’s still lying there.”

        • $HOUSEMATE made a point of taking me to a Needless Markups (Neiman Marcus) once upon a time. They make a point of treating anyone and everyone well… don’t know if there was some direct experience or lessons from others that some folks can “afford to look frumpy” as Douglass Adams once had a character say.

          • From experience. Texas oil men tended to dress down well into the 1980s. If you can find Stanley Marcus’s book about life and sales, he really emphasized customer service for that reason. Was also one of the first places where women could have charge accounts in their own names, without a husband’s signature, as I recall.

      • That’s one of the reasons we like Carmax for car shopping. Not only will they not “negotiate”—the sticker price is the sticker price, dammit, and any add-ons you purchase are standardized—but they hire female staff, and will talk with whoever is doing the purchasing as though they are the interested party. Because, you know, that’s good sales strategy.

        • Back when LiveJournal was more of a Thing but being screwed up by their management, the fellow running an alternative version was often amused/surprised at the glowing commentary he got. “I don’t know what the big deal is. Good customer service is just simple honesty.” or words close to that.

    • heh. They grow up. They’re both finished (at least for now) uni and working. One married a girl he met due to her being in his brother’s physics class. I suspect it’s probably year-group and university specific – they both were lucky that way. Girls outnumbered boys in the general uni, substantively – but in their subjects – Maths, Comp Sci, and Physics and Electronics, this was not true. And, um, they as a group (many of the same kids, same subjects) tended to look down a little on those not doing their subjects. If you were one of them, you were their idea of elite :-). Actually the social dynamics of that group and society was fascinating to watch. My kids had been social outliers if not outcasts at school, where sport and fashion and being one the herd counted – and suddenly at Uni… well, they found themselves to be the apex of a crowd of people like them. In Pads case – the very apex, as the top achieving student at the entire university. He’s tall, blue-eyed with the Celt black hair, actually athletic despite being a complete academic, and with the gift of the gab – and he’s kind -he’ll always talk to the quietest and shyest of people, perhaps because that was him, once… and he had a permanent coterie of 5 or 6 nice Science girls following him around like eager puppies (and being Pads, he didn’t even notice. He had met and decided to marry Clare before he started Uni.).

      • They do grow up. Physics is THE apex – we all know that. Though the mathematicians sometimes try to contest that.

        • Well, he was doing both 🙂 Twenty-five years earlier Ichthy was considered the hardest Science Honours year (it’s now a three year speciality) in South Africa, so I guess he had to one-up the old man).

  7. “Because without new writers, and without new readers, without a welcome mat…”

    Maybe I’m just contrary, but I have chosen to -start- my writing career (such as it may be) at the most unwelcoming time in genre history. Welcome mat? As if.

    The sign on the door at the publishing house says “We are far too important and far too busy to deal with you right now. Please insert your book in the slot to the left, and we will get back to you. Maybe.”

    The slot to the left is helpfully labeled “incinerator”.

    That was the one publisher that doesn’t have a sign directing white males to the servant’s entrance in the back.

    So I’m posting it on a glorified message board instead. Because I don’t care. Why don’t I care? BECAUSE THERE IS NOTHING TO READ!!!

    Writing SF/F that is not post-apocalyptic grey goo, today in 2017, is an act of guerilla warfare. No less than Clint Eastwood said the same at Cannes this week. Dirty Harry could not be made today, because it isn’t grey goo.

    We’re the stainless steel rats in the wainscotting of PC society. We’re the ones who keep pissing in their Utopia punch bowl, and leaving turds on their waifu pillows.

    Welcome mat? At this point, I’d pay to do it.

    • Political correctness is something other than gray goo. Gray goo is “Oh, the world is so horrible and everyone is so horrible and nothing matters because we’re all going to die, anyway.” Political correctness is exactly that: what is politically correct at the moment. Political correctness is what you practice when you fear and the zampolit is watching. You can tell some decidedly non-gray goo stories and toe the party line at the same time, if you have the stomach for it.

      • Is difference between doing the “right thing” because it is the “in thing” and doing the right because it is right thing to do. Ethics, morals, whatever you care to call it/them.. matter. Unless it’s grey goo and then one might as well nuke the lot and be done with it.

      • For me it all kind of blends together into a homogeneous sticky mass of ugly. Undifferentiated and unredeemed by anything resembling an original thought.

        The unifying thread is that it is all so -tiresome-. Of late, here in the Demented Dominion, we are having a public ducking of some “cultural leaders” who were insufficiently pious in their pursuit of the party line. It is funny to see the likes of big newspaper guys wake up and realize that -they- are the target this time, not the usual ossified Conservative senator who forgot to say Ms. instead of Miss.

        I’ve got my popcorn right here for this show.

        As to the rest, my dander, as they say, is up. “I aim to misbehave.”

      • Zsuzsa

        They’re not the same thing, agreed; politically correct fiction doesn’t have to be grey goo. You can write your feminist story about GRRL POWER!!! taking on the patriarchy and still have a very firm sense of right and wrong and a feeling that it DOES matter that the right side wins this conflict. It may or may not be any good, but it doesn’t have to be grey goo.

        However, I think there’s a very large overlap between the two for a very simple reason: both are what the “establishment” (for varying values of establishment) thinks literature ought to be. The self-appointed guardians of “quality literature” hate interesting adventure stories that end with “and they all lived happily ever after.” They believe a novel is only any good if it expresses “real life” by being as boring as possible and ending with everyone miserable. You want the approval of those guardians, you have to write grey goo. And the same people who care about the opinions of the PC police also tend to care about the opinions of the literary guard, and thus, pretty much all grey goo fiction is politically correct and vice versa.

        • And it is sooo easy for a politically-correct story to lapse into grey-goo if the author opts for peak victimhood over battling through to the hard-won prize.

          • They’re essentially forced to go there just to find something to victimize their Special Snowflake main character. “Everything and everyone is horrible” is where they go to find something to write about, because they have no imagination and they have too many ticky-boxes to check off.

            The whole gender-fluid thing is the Left’s response to homosexuality being mainstreamed. There’s nothing for them to rebel against, so they had to literally make something up and rebel against that. Shoving that into an SF story by mandatory tick-box does not improve a story.

        • Draven

          because they believe fiction should be as soul-crushingly unfulfilling as their lives seem to be?

          • The most depressing thing? They call that realism, implying that’s how they see life.

            • Draven

              No implying, i know many of them, that *is* how they see life.

            • Zsuzsa

              Even if that were true (which I don’t believe it is), they’re falling victim to the imitative fallacy. The way to write about a boring and unfulfilling life is NOT to write a boring and unfulfilling book.

        • For whatever reason, maybe WWI, gray goo has been labeled by “intellectuals” as “good literature.” Hemingway gets lauded while better, deeper, writers get panned.

          That said, in March I wrote two stories that might have stepped in the goo. One had a loathsome character who seems to triumph but gets his in a what goes around comes around sort of way. Maybe that kept it out of the goo. The other has a likeable character and a despicable villain, and the likeable character gets vengeance. But the goo comes in where he still doesn’t have peace. If anything, he has less. Labeling that one a tragedy and hopes no one looks at the gray dripping from the package.

          OTOH, working on a hard SF story right now that doesn’t have any goo at all, so maybe that’s out of my system for now.

    • Traditional publishing is that stupid – and suicidal. But I don’t think you can fairly say that about us here at MGC.

    • Albert

      Part of the problem is, the two publishers that don’t hate straight white males each have a painful editing bottleneck. Finding competent editors who will edit to their respective styles rather than to the New York Progressive Message style is apparently damned hard, so they’ve each got slush piles that’ll take years to go through.

      It’s why I think I’m just gonna go straight to Amazon and indie, once I finish something that doesn’t make me cringe.

    • The editors who talk like they’re doing writers a favor kill me, not because they’re wrong, exactly, there are ways where I can see where they’re coming from, but because they often don’t seem to realize what their job entails.

      It isn’t to publish books that you agree with, it isn’t to do favors for people you like, it isn’t to signal your virtue to the sky, it isn’t so you can tell people what they should be reading, it isn’t so you can stand at the top of a stack and look down upon the lowly writers as if they should be kissing your feet, it’s none of that.

      At its core it’s about publishing books that people will purchase. That’s it.

      Sales meander towards a cliff, they lose more readers than they gain every year, and when ever anyone mentions that the content of the books might have something to do with their struggles they act offended. A publisher recently got a writer to do some James Bond books and the writer casually mentioned that even though he was hugely toning it down his wife (an editor) was offended at all the casual misogyny and demanded he take it out. Which he did. Which means I have absolutely no interest in reading them. The joy of reading older books for me isn’t in the misogyny it’s in the lack of tip toes around it (wait, the deadly Russian spy is beautiful, and deadly, but she uses poison? Not kung fu? Doesn’t toss Bond around for five pages before losing by accident? Succumbs to his manliness? What the heck is this? Insanity?) Bond exists as a male power fantasy. So what? Should it not exist? Is that a problem? How? Should books not be written and marketed to men at all?

      Why can’t there be books that appeal mostly to women, books that appeal mostly to men, and books that appeal to everyone? How is that discriminatory? How is that sexist?

      A friend of mine was recently told that they were ignoring half of their potential audience and they should rewrite so as to adhere to all of the feminist dogma of today otherwise no woman would want to read their work. This ignores the possibility (I would argue it a strong probability) that by writing all books like that (and even the books that seem like they would avoid that stuff seems to have it inserted out of nowhere) they are losing the other half of the population who hate that crap. Not just talking about men, but about women. A lot of women don’t see themselves as kung fuers but could see themselves as seductresses who poison men who can’t resist them and then are felled by the charms of James Bond who is just the most man-man they ever did meet. Not saying there are as many of those women as there are feminists but they do exist, and they too are not given the kind of material to read that they want.

      It seems like the publishers truly believe that by almost exclusively offering politically correct goop they are training people to like it, and those that don’t like it? Those that fall away and don’t read fiction anymore? They don’t want to sell to those kind of people.

      Why? Does some money fold better than other money? Does it smell better? Is this one of those ethical diamond things of which I never seem able to keep track?

      Why was Baen as a brand tainted in those eyes? Why do I get the feeling many editors, writers, and readers of today would prefer that it not exist? Why do I feel like they’d prefer a closed club where only the ‘cool’ kids get to participate? Why do I get the feeling they’d prefer Baen readers to not read anything than to read Baen?

      Why can I not stop asking questions?

      Why? Why? Why?


  8. CACS

    Pearl cued in my head …

  9. adventuresfantastic

    I love Celtic music, Dave, and I’d join your group only I can’t afford the airfare.

    • We’d better start a go-fund-me… 🙂

    • I did caelidh dancing when I was in the Atlanta area. There’s a reason we jokingly called it “Irish aerobics.” Would like to get back in but there’s not exactly an overwhelming number of bands and dance groups out here.