(That title really has nothing to do with this entry, I suppose, I just wanted to say it because I’ve been watching the first series of the new Doctor Who and that line always makes me smile, if not giggle. After all, Christopher Eccleston was my first Doctor. And you never forget your first Doctor. So even though he only had that one year, I’m quite fond of Nine. I know most of you probably don’t know what I’m talking about, so suffice it to say Doctor Who is an epic British sci-fi program that started in 1963, ended in 1989, had a tv movie in 1996, and was relaunched—as a continuation, not a remake—in 2005. And I am geekily in love with it. Now on with the stuff I actually meant to write…)
As I write this entry, it is Tuesday afternoon on March the 24, 2009. I’m posting this with a time-delay so I can make my Wednesday post on time (twice in a row, now that’s an accomplishment!). I’ve never used the “publish at a scheduled future time” thing before, so this should be fun. Because for some reason I always find things I’ve never done before fun. (That’s not strictly true, but I’m saying it nevertheless; by the by, “nevertheless” is my dad’s favorite word and I don’t blame him.)
I’ve heard some cries for the story I’m reading at the aforementioned STD conference. (If you’re somewhat confused about that sentence, you may want to check out my entry from last week). I’d be happy to email it to any friends who ask, and I might give a snippet of it here. I’m debating whether or not I want it on The Interwebs, though, where anything might happen to it.
It’s time for me to start packing for good ol’ MN now, so I gotta cut this post short. I’ll use my last few sentences to recommend Mark Z. Danielewski’s book House of Leaves to anyone interested in experimental fiction that gets under your skin (in a good way) and makes you afraid of closets. It’s the kind of novel that makes you angry you didn’t get a chance to write something like it first, because now your ideas will never be original. Damn you, Danielewski. And well done.
Love (as always),
Your Wednesday Host
P.S. I just realized I voiced concern about my fiction being on the internet in the same post that I recommended a novel that gained a cult following and became an immediate best seller beccause of its gradual release over the internet. Oh well.