And So March Begins

Day Four of the giveaway and row four of the art! This week has seen some nice press for the book, including a nice Tor.com review by Stephen Raets. If you’re looking for other places to possibly score a piece of the jewelry, try David Steffen’s blog, Far Beyond Reality, or the Goodreads giveaway for Near + Far. As always, comment here to be entered in this particular giveaway!

Image #1 appears on both the title page of Far and the story “Five Ways to Fall in Love On Planet Porcelain.” Christmas tree, one-eyed triffid, and rocket ship all in one.

Image #2 accompanies the flash piece, “Space Elevator Music”. I picked it for its upward line, which made me think of a rising elevator.

Image #3 is a favorite of mine because it always makes me think of the submarine in Yellow Submarine. I picked it to go with a story that’s light and funny and silly accordingly, “Zeppelin Follies.”

Image #4 is a lovely piece that, if I look long enough, becomes a woman wearing an elaborate headdress. As always, your mileage may vary there. It goes with the story, “A Querulous Flute of Bone,” which appeared in the anthology TALES FROM THE FATHOMLESS ABYSS and features the philosopher-king Nackle.

Image #5 actually doesn’t seem to appear in my copy of the book, but it’s a proof, so things may have changed somewhere along the line. Bonus!

Life in the new place continues pleasant; this morning it is raining, but the construction workers across the way are slicker-clad and working away doggedly. I’ve been listening to Vienna Teng’s album, Aims. Here’s one of my favorites from it:

As I listen and witness the cars passing by on California Avenue – black egieb blue yarg etihw – I’ve been working on a bespoke near future SF piece where I get to play around a bit with ideas of body augmentation, virtual life, and the access to either of them afforded by economic class. Here’s some of this morning’s writing:

Malady could understand the concept of the artificial hand and how useful it could be in this life, but she didn’t understand why they put so much emphasis on it at first.
After two weeks at University, though, she did, because here they spent most of their time in meat life and very little in mind life, even in classes. And when they went into mind life, the things they got there were like the meat hand to Malanie ““ fripperies, seldom used.

Still, even here, plenty of other ways to do things presented themselves: rather than reach your hand for food, have it come to you in a floating dish or handed to you by a helper, probably mechanical but here they even had human helpers, which was truly deeply madly odd to her way of thinking.

She said as much to her roommate Michelle. Michelle was short and peppy and purple-haired today, with turquoise stars over her cat-pupiled eyes. While her appearance changed from time to time ““ she had full mods, the best old money could buy ““ she was invariably a combination of irritated and amused at her scholarship roommate’s oddities. She said, “For gosh sakes, Mal, surely you want to do things for yourself? That’s what humans do.”

“That’s what humans do,” was one of her more frequent expressions, along with “That’s just how it is” and “That’s how they always do it.” The latter two had figured plentifully in her orientation conversations with Malady, who’d spent her flight and taxi ride in her Memory Palace and had only fully come into meat when Melanie demanded it.

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