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The 2013 DragonCon Report (Thursday and Friday)

Saturday, August 31st, 2013

My feet hurt so bad tonight (Friday evening) that I’m actually typing out a blog post for tomorrow instead of going back out. Yes, that’s how much pain I’m in. But I do have a couple of tales from Atlanta to share. First, though, don’t you hate it when some jackass doesn’t tell you something or changes the rules? It used to be that one could fly into Atlanta on Thursday, leisurely check in and spend the rest of the afternoon and evening gently ramping up for Friday. Not anymore. Someone has decided that Wednesday is the new Thursday, which means that everything was already chaos when we arrived at our respective hotels yesterday. Buggars! Buggars! Buggars!

I Believe

Thursday, August 29th, 2013

Talk about a bombardment of news these days. If we’re not being hit with one story, it’s another and another and the only way to shut out the noise is either to turn off the television—which I’ve done—or stop reading all the stories shared on social media. I filter much of what I read and I will actually research other stories I choose to follow because I’d like to know how they end. Sometimes the endings aren’t pretty, though. I also like to think that I do some social commentary of my own from time to time and that’s not always easy. Why? Comedy is my shtick. It’s my thing and readers don’t always take kindly to people who write comedy also expressing their opinion on non-comedic matters. And that’s exactly what I’m about to do. The best part is you absolutely do not have to agree with me.

(deep breath…here we go)

Nostradamus Rode a Pale Horse After Mounting a Red Head With Crunchy Hair

Monday, August 26th, 2013

A good friend of mine—who I won’t name because he and I know the same people and I wouldn’t want this getting back to them—and I were having a little chat the other night as we do and we started talking about Nostradamus. You see, there’s more to the predictions of Nostradamus than meets the eye. We know. We looked. We’re not talking about Transformers. We even decided to revisit the original text written in the…um…the Nostradamusian language. And you’ll never guess what we found! We can trace most of the tragedies all the way back to a red head with crunchy hair.

Classic Blog Post: Episode IV: Promotion (or Bouncing a Quarter Off Your Bum)

Saturday, August 24th, 2013

Original MySpace Publication Date: August 03, 2009

The following is a reprint from when I hosted a series of behind-the-scenes blog posts during the week of July 20-24, 2009.


NovelSpot Blog Day 4

Episode IV: Promotion (or Bouncing A Quarter Off Your Bum)

Welcome to Thursdays with Kage Alan! I’m your host this week for a behind-the-scenes look at how some of us lucky buggars actually managed to get our ideas into print and onto cyber-bookshelves or, if we’re really lucky, actual bookshelves. I’m still trying to get to that “really lucky” stage. I guess I’m in that “moderate-to-sorta lucky” gray D-list stage sitting next to Kathy Griffin. She steals my Oreos when I’m not looking.

A Little Balance Is Appreciated Where We Can Afford It

Thursday, August 22nd, 2013

Do you ever notice how we tend to dwell on things that really bother us in a personal way? Okay, maybe not you, but have you ever noticed how I dwell on things that bother me in a personal way? I’ve done my fair share of pontificating about friendships—one in particular—that I lost and just never entirely came to terms with. I couldn’t understand how two people with so many years between them could have something end so badly. However, I was enjoying reading how delighted fellow author—and I use that term in the loosest sense, much like she is—and my best frenemy, Patti Logan, is about heading to Palm Springs Pride this November to be part of the authors village sponsored by QTrading. Honorable husband and I are going, too, as is the Promo Homo, Jeff Adkins, so one might say she’ll be in the best company possible. One might also say that when it comes to our lives having a cast of characters in it, voids can sometimes, just sometimes, start to be filled.

Stranger in a Familiar Land

Monday, August 19th, 2013

I’ve shared my thoughts about moving over the past couple of weeks and I may have even done some bitching about it. I say this as a warning because I may just do a little bit more today. Yes, I’m feeling the itch to bitch. Between me and you, I just started laughing because I realized we’ve only moved about six miles away. Six miles. It’s hardly the move my husband made to Chicago all those years ago, then back, then Kansas City, then back, then Phoenix, then back, then Chicago, then back, and now the Virgin Islands. I’m moving our household six miles. And let me tell you, it’s a pain in the ass!

The Face of Gay 39 (Lee Martindale)

Saturday, August 17th, 2013

I remember the first time I experienced Lee Martindale during a GLBT Literature panel she was moderating at DragonCon. And I say experience because one does not exactly ‘meet’ Lee. You experience her and then you either appreciate her candidness, her methods and her views or you get the hell out of her way. She has a wheelchair and she’s not afraid to roll over you if you annoy her. I really suggest you don’t annoy her.

Lee is in high demand at many conventions throughout the US and probably abroad to boot, so I was especially honored that she agreed to write something for this series. I had no idea what she’d come up with, but I knew it was going to be damn good. As always, she didn’t disappoint. Welcome to Lee Martindale’s Face of Gay.

The Sad Reality That Is My Life

Thursday, August 15th, 2013

I’ve only told a couple of people this, so…you know…shhh! What’s the big secret? Well, you know how I attend DragonCon in Atlanta, right? I’ve been going for about a decade now, ever since my friend Jenn suggested I give it a shot. Well, it’s getting close to that time and the e-mails from attendees have started pouring in. We’re not talking about a trickle either. When I say pouring, I mean an onslaught. That’s the problem when you consistently attend a convention like this and been introduced to many of the guests over the years; they remember you. They even look for you. It’s creepy because it’s supposed to be the other way around. Anyway, I almost got away with going under the radar…right up until George Takei bragged to William Shatner that I’d given him first dibs for afternoon tea at the Hilton. That’s when the Shat hit the fan. Literally. My life. Welcome to it.

Snark Smackdown! Authors Gone Wild

Monday, August 12th, 2013

Is it naïve to think that there are enough decent people in the world who aren’t intent on screwing over or creating drama for the rest of the population? It’s a struggle each and every day not to give in to the chaos and just say “the hell with it.” I’ve worked in the automotive industry, the tech industry and the publishing industry and as much as I love to see the good in people come out, why is it that the ugly always makes so much more of a lasting impression? If you ever want to witness a rat race of who can make a peer look moronic in the eyes of executives, go work for a level 8 manager at GM. Don’t even get me started on what happens in Tech. As for publishing and speaking as a published author, some of our kind tend to be just as awful.

The Fine Art of Finding $hit You Don’t Remember Owning

Thursday, August 8th, 2013

I have a few secret places where I live. I know because I found or created them. They exist because I sometimes need to put hot, freshly purchased Blu-Rays in a place that allows them to cool down when honorable husband is home and eventually blend in with the rest of our collection. And I call it ‘our’ collection because it makes it sound like he had and still has lots of input in what gets added to it. See? It also makes me sound like a nicer person. So while packing things this past week, I’ve been forced to go where no white boy with an Asian husband should be allowed to go; his domain. I’ve also been going through my domain. And our shared domain. I swear, the crap I’m finding are things that just haven’t been seen since we first bought them.