Contraflow 5 / DeepSouthCon 53 Wrapup: Getting Literary in the Big Easy


I’ve been to New Orleans. I have taken in Jackson Square’s beauty, gyrated to the loose horns on Frenchman Street, and sniffed at Borboun Street’s pee-barf-and-bleach bouquet. But until now, I had not had the pleasure of visiting the Airport Hilton in Kenner, LA. Well, it’s not so much your location, in life, as it is with whom you find yourself. I found myself with a colorful, friendly, and altogether enjoyable bunch of SciFi fans, artists, and writers. And I also found a Starbucks and a bar in the lobby.... Read The Rest →

Lammergeier, Condor, Downforce, a 24 Hours of Lemons Race Report


I beheld the great Lammergeier at the roof of Africa, the mists swirling at his the tip of his ten foot wingspan like the revolving Earth. Yes, and I have trekked the great Andean peaks to the nest of the Condor, who cast me down with thunder and avalanche from his beating wings. As my bones knit, my tongue swollen from the thirst, I hovered near death, and the muleteers heard me croak but a single word: downforce, downforce, downforce. Come we now to the Carolinas, to 24 Hours of... Read The Rest →

Interbike Wrapup: Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Bikes


I would say that Vegas is a joke as soon as you land, but this year it began before I even departed ATL. I watched a TSA security officer place one of my bike pedals up to his eye as though he intended to use it as a miniature spyglass on the deck of a sailing ship. “Any lubricants on this thing that I need to know about?” he asked. What does this gentleman think I am doing with my bike pedals? The joy of air travel continued in the... Read The Rest →

My DragonCon and Decatur Book Fest Wrapup


I got Attending Professional entry into DragonCon by asking for a high five. In the grand pageant of DragonCon authors, artists, and celebrities, I’m . . . well, let’s say I’m still building my audience. I applied anyway. Why not? I wrote a science fiction novel. I’ve just finished a fantasy series. I know who the hairy weirdos in the red underpants and crossed suspenders are. At the end of my application, in the special requests box, where actual famous people are allowed to put outlandish demands, I put “At... Read The Rest →

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