Radio Silence, Travel, and Return

Jeff VanderMeer • February 1st, 2009 @ 5:12 pm • News


(I leave you with: Riley rolling over the giant penguin Tessa sent us.)

As I’m finishing off Booklife and prepping for traveling to Australia to teach at Clarion South, I won’t be posting after this until the weekend after Clarion, when I might pop my head up between Victoria and Michael Phillips’ guest blog stints. Victoria starts tomorrow.

I’m going to take the final draft of Booklife with me and provide it in the common room for the students, along with some other stuff. They can be early adopters if they like, and test the heck out of it. Should be fun. Oddly, given my schedule leading up to this event, it’ll be stress-free next to the horrific multi-tasking I have been doing.

I hope you enjoy the guest bloggers, and I’ll be back with a vengeance after Feb. 21st.

Jeff

Jeff: You know, I think more people have viewed Cupcake dog on my blog than anything else this year.
Ann: That’s because it’s cupcake dog!
Jeff: Well, still…
Ann: You’ve got to give them what they want at least some of the time!
Jeff: What if I don’t want to give them what they want.
Ann: You need to read your own book.
Jeff: What book?
Ann: Booklife!
Jeff: Oh. Yeah.

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6 Responses to “Radio Silence, Travel, and Return”

  1. Charles Tan says:

    Good luck with the book and the workshop and have a safe trip!

    Hurrah for inflatable penguins (and Riley sounds like a Penguin, I think).

  2. Jeff VanderMeer says:

    Thanks, Charles. Riley’s hilarious!

  3. jere7my says:

    What, your book has a bit that says “People want cupcake dog”?

    Smart book.

  4. Larry says:

    Forget the dog, I just want the cupcakes!

  5. Eleanor Lance says:

    Cupcake Dog is the creepiest assed thing I’ve seen in many a day.

  6. Alex Carnegie says:

    I think the Dramatic Dog’s Cupcake Revelation affects people on a deep and profound level. The haunting expression in its eyes is open to infinate interpretation but touches somehow upon a raw nerve of existential anguish – it’s a long, dark night of the canine soul.

    Or maybe it’s just, as Eleanor says, some creepy-ass thing.

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