I am fifty, except that, like Neil Gaiman, I still feel twelve.
AM is here, Marissa Lingen and family are in town, we have plans with Z tonight and a party next weekend.
Fifty is an odd age, awfully old, but yet still relatively young. And I have done so much and seen so much and been so lucky, and yet done so little and have to much left to do and see and look forward to.
Novels
My Real Children Tor, May. Corsair, August.
Stories
Sleeper Tor.com August
Poetry
Hades and Persephone Tor.com April
On the Impending Death of Iain Banks Moral Relativism Magazine
Non Fiction
What Makes This Book So Great, January, Tor.
Reprints and Translations
“Sleeper” in French, in Utopiales 14 anthology.
“Turnover” at Lightspeed
My Real Children in Italian
Among Others in Japanese, French, Croatian, Chinese, Lithuanian
Sold But Not Yet Published
An Informal History of the Hugos Essay collection.
Pending from Previous Years
The Just City coming out in January
The Philosopher Kings coming out in July
The Small Change books in French and Polish
Among Others in Korean
In progress
Necessity
Poor Relations
Awards
Kurd Lasswitz Preis
Award Nominations
Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice for MRC
New Places Visited
North America: San Diego, Las Vegas, Santa Fe
Europe: Venice, Bologna, Nantes
