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In late 2015, a friend I’d made at the Strathmore Ukefest formed The Woods Ukulele Club here in West Virginia, and recently she decided we were up to entertaining at senior centers, independent living facilities, and nursing homes.

Which meant that earlier today In Martinsburg, as part of our hour-long set, I led the group in the Johnny Cash classic “One Piece at a Time,” which the assembled seniors seemed to enjoy. And even though I don’t think I was always singing in quite the right key, I figured I’d share it with you.

Because enthusiasm trumps talent, right?

Unfortunately, due to the angle of the camcorder, less than half the group is visible. Next time, I’ll aim to go wide, so I can inflict all of us on you!

 
 
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My trip to Manhattan to record episodes of Eating the Fantastic started off with Ellen Datlow and a Ukrainian lunch, followed by Craig Engler and a BBQ dinner. And now, at the request of this episode’s guest, it’s time for deli at Ben’s New York Kosher Delicatessen.

My guest loves Ben’s more than any other NYC deli, and who am I to turn down Barry N. Malzberg, who among other things, was winner of the first John W. Campbell Award for his novel Beyond Apollo, and both a Hugo and Nebula Award finalist for stories I published when I was the editor of Science Fiction Age magazine?

One unusual aspect to this episode is that it features as mere onlooker a writer deserving of his own episode someday—Paul Di Filippo, who felt compelled to come along and witness this recording. After all, the first of his more than 100 published stories was a Malzberg homage!

Barry and I discussed why being able to sell his first drafts was so important at the beginning of his writing career, how his debut short story collection came to be published under the pseudonym K. M. O’Donnell, what it was like to edit both Amazing and Fantastic magazines during the late ’60s, the identity of his greatest discovery during his years at the Scott Meredith Literary Agency, what’s up with the long-promised movie version of Beyond Apollo, how Harry Harrison could have (but didn’t) shut down the filming of Soylent Green, and more.

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January was another extremely light dream month for me, which is probably why it took me this long to gather them up from where they were originally shared over on Twitter. I wish I could figure out why I only remembered 15 dreams in January, because in the past, recalling five or six times as many per month was standard.

If I ever solve the mystery of my missing dreams, believe me, you’ll get to hear all about it.

But meanwhile …

January 2017

I dreamt I was on a plane making an emergency landing, listening to the captain instruct us we had to evacuate without taking our luggage. Jan 31

I dreamt a workman using a blowtorch in front of my house accidentally lit pine trees on fire, and when I pointed it out, was unconcerned. Jan 31

I dreamt I attempted to escape an island, and raced to the end of many piers, only to find that every available boat had been destroyed. Jan 31

I dreamt a giant millstone, many times taller than me, rolled down a hill at me. I ran and hid behind a tree, which — whew! — stopped it. Jan 30

I dreamt I was trapped in a room with Mr. Burns from The Simpsons, only — he was real flesh, not a cartoon, which made him even creepier. Jan 30

I dreamt I was walking down the street and saw a guy with amazing full sleeve tattoos of the original X-Men in their blue and gold costumes. Jan 23

I dreamt I was in a con suite, spotted Mike Walsh in the distance, and wandered over to commiserate about the death of Larry Smith. Jan 23

I dreamt I planted a bomb by a terrorist bunker, and was unrolling a fuse and running with it as fast and far as I could before lighting it. Jan 23

I dreamt I was playing Scrabble with Mags Bennett from Justified … which as you might expect, made for an extremely nerve-wracking game! Jan 21

I dreamt this morning I led a workshop on how to come up with story ideas … and surprise — when I woke, I’d brought a story idea with me! Jan 16

I dreamt I was Detective Logan from Law & Order, and a perp stabbed my partner and got away, because I had to keep my friend from dying. Jan 10

I dreamt I returned to NYC to pick up 38 years of diaries I’d left at a Starbucks for safekeeping, suddenly realizing it was a BAD IDEA. Jan 8

I dreamt I spotted a bat and a rabbit in my backyard sharing a spent dandelion, so rushed off to get my camera, but alas, could not find it. Jan 6

I dreamt I spotted a couple of Navy guys in a brawl, and called my Dad to tell him what I’d seen. It was comforting to hear his voice again. Jan 4

I dreamt I spotted seven baby foxes, and spent most of the time in their presence slapping my pockets in search of a camera as they ran off. Jan 4

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When I moved out of New York more than 30 years ago, there was no such thing as authentic BBQ there. (Well, as far as I knew. Feel free to prove me wrong.) But all that’s changed, as my visits to such places as Hometown Bar-B-Que and BrisketTown show. So when this episode’s guest recommended we record at John Brown Smokehouse, which Eater has called “the most faithful rendition of Kansas City-style barbecue in NYC,” I was so in.

My guest for this 28th episode of Eating the Fantastic is my former Syfy boss of more than 13 years, Craig Engler, who’s now the Co-Creator/Writer/Co-Executive Producer of the hit zombie TV show Z Nation, which was recently renewed for a fourth season on Syfy. (And would you like to see me taking a bullet in the head for Craig? Of course you would!)

Join us as we discuss what life’s like when you’re a professional game player for Nintendo, how running the Syfy Channel’s digital side led to him getting a shot at writing TV movies such as Zombie Apocalypse, why he wrote Weight Hacking, his geek guide to losing weight and getting fit, plus much more, including behind-the-scenes secrets on the past, present, and future of his hit zombie TV show Z Nation.

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Back in the early ’50s, Sheldon Moldoff and Mort Meskin collaborated on a strip titled “The Little Woman” for True Story magazine. And while, all these years later, I wince at the dated phrase “the little woman,” the installments were to my surprise quite forward-thinking for the time.

The star of the strip was continually presented as the brains and backbone of the family, as readers got to see her show her husband how to register to vote, investigate landlords who were gouging renters, or—in an installment made suddenly more relevant by events of the past few days—even teach her kid that “we don’t want to judge people by what they look like or where they come from.”

As with the PSAs starring Superman and Batman which DC Comics ran in the ’50s and ’60s, I sure wish Donald Trump had read them—and taken them to heart—when he was a kid. If he had, perhaps we wouldn’t be in the mess we’re in now.

 
 
 
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My wife has been attending the New Jersey Romance Writers Convention for decades, and for many years, I’ve been tagging along, using that trip as an excuse to head into Manhattan and hang with friends. The most recent trip was different from all the rest, though, in that now, I have a podcast (one which you can help grow bigger and better via your Patreon support), which means you can eavesdrop on all those lunches and dinners.

This first to be recorded this visit took place at the Ukranian restaurant Veselka, which turns out more than 3,000 pierogi each day, and has been around since 1954. My guest that afternoon was editor Ellen Datlow, who for more than 35 years has brought readers amazing stories in magazines such as Omni, on sites such as SCI FI Fiction, and in anthologies such as Fearful Symmetries, The Doll Collection, and more than 90 others.

We discussed why reading slush is relaxing, which editors she wanted to emulate when she began editing, how she winnows down her favorite stories for her Year’s Best anthologies, the complexities of navigating friendships when making editorial decisions, how Ed Bryant challenged her to become a better editor, and much more.

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I woke this morning to a press release from the Horror Writers Association announcing the 2016 Bram Stoker Awards Preliminary Ballot—and look who appears in the category of Superior Achievement in Long Fiction—

Me!

Anderson, Paul Michael – Bones Are Made to be Broken (Bones Are Made to be Broken) (Written Backwards)

Boden, John – Jedi Summer with the Magnetic Kid (Post Mortem Press)

Cushing, Aric – Vampire Boy (Grand & Archer)

Cushing, Nicole – The Sadist’s Bible (01Publishing)

Drinkwater, Karl – Harvest Festival (Organic Apocalypse)

Edelman, Scott – That Perilous Stuff (Chiral Mad 3) (Written Backwards)

LaValle, Victor – The Ballad of Black Tom (Tor.com)

Malerman, Josh – The Jupiter Drop (You, Human) (Written Backwards)

Matthews, Mark – All Smoke Rises: Milk-Blood Redux (Wicked Run Press)

Shane, Simmons – Raw (Silent Screams: An Anthology of Socially Conscious Dark Fiction) (Serpent & Dove Speculative Fiction)

Waggoner, Tim – The Winter Box (Darkfuse)

You can find the full preliminary ballot here.

Please note that this does not make me a Bram Stoker Award nominee or finalist—those will be determined by members of the HWA voting from February 1 through 15, and the lucky few who make the final ballot will be announced on February 23. But hey, I’m thrilled to have gotten this far!

If you’re a voting member of the HWA, and would like to receive a copy of my story to consider as you make your final decisions, please let me know and I’ll send one off right away.

And whatever happens next, I hope to see you at Stokercon!

 
 
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One day shy of 16 years ago, I was on the streets of Washington, D.C., protesting at the inauguration of George W. Bush. I was never able to find photographic evidence of that, because in those pre-iPhone days, most of the pictures taken were crowd shots by journalists. And though I frequently searched online in the month following the inauguration, peering at hundreds of pictures for my face or even my sign, I found nothing.

This afternoon however …

On a lark spurred by current events, I typed the search string “george bush inauguration protests” into Google. I assumed I’d look through a couple of pages of results, realize how ridiculous it was to expect I’d find me among the thousands of other protesters, and go back to what I’d been doing minutes before.

What I’d never have predicted is that on the first page of results, without even having to scroll, I’d spot a familiar sign, recognizable even in a tiny preview image.

And to my further surprise, when I clicked—there I was!

Do you see me?

A warning, though—if you’ve only come to know me within the past 10 years, and have no memory of the me of 100+ pounds ago, locating me probably won’t be an easy task. (If you’d like to discover whether your “Where’s Waldo” skills are still sharp, study the next image careful before scrolling down to the final image on this page, as I’ve overlaid a red arrow there pointing directly at me.)

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I’m working on an essay for Marvel Comics which will appear in a volume about the Fear Lords, one which will reprint my stories of the Scarecrow, who is these days more commonly known as the Straw Man. And as I thought back on my few years at Marvel so long ago, I suddenly remembered that before there was the Scarecrow, there was almost … the Grim Reaper.

Had that pulp-era vigilante ever made it to the pages of the Marvel B&W magazine for which it was intended, I might never have gone on to create the Scarecrow. No evidence exists today of the Grim Reaper save this one image from 1974, pencilled by P. Craig Russell and inked by Duffy Vohland.

I don’t even own the original, merely a photostat, and one so large I was unable to properly scan it, but instead only photograph it. I’m guessing no original exists. Still, I wanted to share with you another fragment of the secret history behind my first comic book creation.

Of such are alternate universes made.

 
 
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Happy New Year! Welcome to the first Eating the Fantastic episode of 2017—which also happens to be the first episode recorded at an Uzbek restaurant. My guest and I snuck away from the Gaithersburg, Maryland convention Capclave one night for dinner at Silk Road Choyhona, where we feasted on plov, dimlama, and a variety of other delicacies.

My guest this episode is James Morrow, whose novels and short stories have won him multiple Nebula and World Fantasy Awards, as well as the Prix Utopia for life achievement from the French Utopiales International Festival.

His most recent novel, Galapagos Regained, was published by St. Martin’s Press in 2015. His next will be The Asylum of Dr. Caligari, coming June 2017 from Tachyon Publications.

We discussed his first novel (written when he was only seven years old!), why he feels more connected to the fiction of Arthur C. Clarke than that of Robert Heinlein and Isaac Asimov, his many paths not taken, including that of filmmaker, the ethical conundrum which occurred after Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. autographed a book “for Jim Morrow, who writes just like me,” how Charles Darwin “confiscated our passports,” and much more.

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As my Twitter stream shows, I dreamed even fewer dreams last month than the month before, the number of them continuing to dwindle for no discernible reason. Or rather, I continue not to remember them, because I do have them, but often when I wake, I can sense them vanishing beyond memory. I imagine that someday I will stop compiling them here each month.

But that time is not yet now. So—

Last month I dreamt of Robert Silverberg, Kelly Link, George R. R. Martin … and Donald Trump.

December 2016

I dreamt that for Xmas, I enrolled my son in the Moby Dick Chapter of the Month Club, which would send him that, annotated and footnoted. 25 Dec

I dreamt I’d been rehired by @Syfy and was working with @CraigEngler (also back there again) on a TV special aout the history of @Marvel. 24 Dec

I dreamt I was in a hotel moving from one elevator to another but none had a button which would take me to my floor! I was in elevator hell! 24 Dec

I dreamt I was in Nazi Germany at a restaurant where Michael Jackson was a singing waiter. Or maybe I was just in a PLAY about Nazi Germany. 24 Dec

I dreamt I was aboard a tiny bathysphere, feeling quite claustrophobic — especially when it began to sink before it was ready to descend. 23 Dec

I dreamt I bumped into an old banking boss, humming a song he said was written by Joseph McCarthy. Not sure why either man was in my head. 21 Dec

I dreamt I bought a huge sack of diamonds for a jeweler (more than the $10,000 he gave me would have bought IRL), then helped sell them all. 18 Dec

I dreamt I spotted George R. R. Martin in a restaurant being hounded by fans. I tried to rescue him, but alas, there were too many of them. 17 Dec

I dreamt repulsive tenants tried to pin a murder on a homeless person, but luckily, he was smarter than they were, and they got theirs. 17 Dec

I dreamt I was surrounded by Stranger Things-type kids with glowing rocks that gave them odd powers, so I checked out every pebble I saw. 17 Dec

I dreamt a friend of @jaspkelly interviewed me about short stories I’d written in the Gamblingpunk genre — but I had no idea what that was! 16 Dec

Surprised it took so long, but I finally had my first dream about Donald Trump. He was tucking an adult friend into bed. It was very creepy. 12 Dec

I dreamt I was at a con with a group that included @haszombiesinit, trying to track down that shawarma place everybody was raving about. 6 Dec

I dream my current consciousness was back inside my past little kid self, where I was with Isaac Asimov telling him all about the future. 3 Dec

I dreamt I had a stern conversation with Robert Silverberg in which I warned him to stop spending so much time on social media. As if. 2 Dec

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Welcome to 2017, and to my first post of the new year!

I always wonder whether anyone bothers to read what I’ve been writing here, but it turns out—you do. So for my 1,837th post since I began this blogging thing, let’s take a look at the most popular posts from the past 12 months, shall we?

Of the top 10, three were food-related, two were about my new podcast (which I guess means five were food-related), two were about comics, two about personnel aspects of my life, and one about my writing. But that last one was far and away the most popular. The universe was evidently very happy I’d final sold a story to Analog.

Anyway, here they are, all linked, should you wish to relive them:

Never give up, never surrender: My 44-year quest to sell a short story to Analog

Our opening night dinner at Pineapple and Pearls

The first episode of Eating the Fantastic (with guest Sarah Pinsker) is now live!

Can you help ID these comics panels?

Checking out the menu—all of it!—at Pineapple and Pearls

Our opening night dinner at Voltaggio Brothers Steakhouse

Fun in the sun with Marie Severin

My Mother: January 14, 1936-December 30, 2015

Announcing a new podcast: Eating the Fantastic with Scott Edelman

How deep was the snow in Glengary, West Virginia? So deep the BBC interviewed me about it!

Hope you keep coming back to discover what I share during the next 12 months!

 
 
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29 December 2016 @ 10:55 pm

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My novella “After the Harvest, Before the Fall” is in the January/February 2017 issue of Analog, which went on sale December 20th, and though I took note of that event over on Twitter and Facebook, I made no mention of it here, because I thought I’d said everything I want to say back when I’d made the sale, which was 44 years in coming.

Apparently not.

Holding the issue in my hands, peeling back the cover, and seeing my name at last on the Table of Contents, I wondered … what would 17-year-old me have felt if given a peek into the future, and allowed to peer over my shoulder at his name there?

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23 December 2016 @ 04:59 pm

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Otto Soglow, whose comic strip The Little King ran for 40 years and entertained me when I was a kid, was born December 23, 1900—though I wasn’t to meet him until April 23, 1973 at that year’s Reuben Awards banquet held at the Waldorf Astoria. Which was apt, since he was a co-founder of the National Cartoonists Society, host for that event.

Annoying kid with a sketchpad that I was, I wheedled sketches out of Garry Trudeau, Curt Swan, Paul Fung, Jr., Roy Crane … and, of course, Soglow as well, who drew for me the famous character whose newspaper strip he would continue to create until his death in 1975.

I have no special memories of that encounter, only this wonderful souvenir.

But happy birthday! And thanks for making me smile.

 
 
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For the 25th episode of Eating the Fantastic—which is also the final episode of 2016—my guest and I brunched at Aggio during a break from the Baltimore Book Festival. Aggio is a restaurant from Chef Bryan Voltaggio which the Baltimore City Paper recently dubbed as offering the Best Modern Italian in town.

I’d eaten at Aggio before, but that was when it was still a pop-up within a different Voltaggio restaurant, Range, in Friendship Heights—where, by the way, I recorded an earlier episode of Eating the Fantastic with Carolyn Ives Gilman, which I hope you’ll be moved to download for dessert once you’re done with the entree of this episode.

My guest for this meal was the always entertaining Nalo Hopkinson, winner of the 1999 John W. Campbell Award for Best New Writer. And she’s more than lived up to the promise of that award, winning the World Fantasy Award for her short story collection Skin Folk, as well as winning the Sunburst Award, the Prix Aurora Award, and many others. Plus her novel, Sister Mine, won my own personal award for being one of my favorite novels of 2013.

Over gazpacho and fried chicken cacciatore, we discussed how knowing Nobel Prize winner Derek Wolcott when she was young affected her future, why Samuel R. Delany’s The Motion of Light in Water is “a lifesaving book,” the Lemonade Award, which she launched to encourage generosity within the science fiction community, that time she cosplayed as Lt. Uhura at her first convention, and much more.

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As you might have noticed if you’ve visited here before, I enjoy reading obituaries. And not just those of the famous, but also those unlikely to make the front pages.

The obituary for Virginia Durr, which appeared in a recent issue of the Washington Post, was particularly fascinating. Here’s why—

I found it odd for the notice to mention within its first paragraph that Durr died “on the 61 anniversary of the arrest of Rosa Parks.” After all, many people die on the anniversaries of famous events. So I was curious why that particular event would be a fact worth bringing up.

The second paragraph provides an explanation … managing at the same time to make me even more curious.

It turns out that Durr’s parents were the ones who “bailed Rose Parks out of jail after she was arrested for refusing to give up her seat on a Montgomery bus on December 1, 1955.”

Was the date of her death a coincidence? Or something more?

Because apparently, this action by Durr’s parents, who were civil rights organizers, “took a toll” on her, as the obituary put it, and led to her being “shunned,” taken out of school, and sent to a private school “up north.”

Was the date so infused with emotion for Virginia Durr that considering the anniversary this year caused her fatal heart attack? The obituary doesn’t make that connection, and the Internet provides no answer.

But I wonder …

 
 
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There are very few things which would cause me to drive two hours to a casino on its opening day—but one of those very few things was in play yesterday, because I’d managed to reserve a table for the opening service of Voltaggio Brothers Steakhouse, the first collaboration between Bryan Voltaggio, whose hospitality I’ve experienced many times before at Volt, Range, and Family Meal, and his brother Michael, who’s made his name on the West Coast, and is therefore an unknown entity to my palate.

As you know, I love being present as a restaurant begins—I was also at the opening nights of both Range and Pineapples and Pearls—but as it turned out, there were issues surrounding this particular opening we hadn’t anticipated.

Voltaggio Brothers Steakhouse isn’t a standalone restaurant, but rather one within the MGM Grand National Harbor casino, which proved so crowded once its doors opened that within an hour, it had reached capacity, and the venue began advising folks via its Twitter feed that perhaps they should consider coming by some other time.Read the rest of this entry »Collapse )

 
 
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Still have the meat sweats thanks to my recent run of episodes centered around Kansas City BBQ? Then you’ll probably welcome a break for Eating the Fantastic’s first vegetarian episode, recorded at Baltimore’s One World Cafe during the Baltimore Book Festival.

My guest who stole away from the Inner Harbor to join me this episode is Sam J. Miller, a writer who’s been nominated for the Nebula, World Fantasy, and Theodore Sturgeon Memorial Awards, and who won the Shirley Jackson Award for his short story “57 Reasons for the Slate Quarry Suicides.” And who last shared a meal with me during the 2015 Nebula Awards weekend at Alinea, considered to be one of the Top 10 restaurants in the world. His debut novel, The Art of Starving, will appear from HarperCollins in 2017.

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We discussed the value of community within the science fiction field, the transformative piece of advice he received from Ted Chiang while attending the Clarion Writers Workshop, how one deals with reviews that are more politically than artistically motivated, the way 9/11 changed horror movies, the importance of the life and works of the great Thomas M. Disch, and more.

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I’ve been bemoaning the fact my nights have contained fewer dreams than they used to, and November seemed to have had the fewest ever since I began to sharing them with you. I still haven’t figured out the why of it, which frustrates me. But I guess I should be glad that even though my dreams are dwindling, I still had visits last month from Katee Sackhoff, Stan Lee, Robert Silverberg, and others.

Check out the dreams I originally shared in November over on Twitter.

November 2016

I dreamt I chased another car at high speed, only to have it escape when it shrunk to mouse-size and vanished through a crack in a wall. Nov 30

I dreamt I wandered a hotel heading for George R. R. Martin’s party, patting my pockets for my ticket, sure I’d get in if I found it or not. Nov 30

I dreamt three gangsters collapsed on a golf course, and when I investigated, I collapsed, too! The fertilizer was sending up poison gas! Nov 30

I dreamt I worked in a jewelry store, and the moment my boss took a break and left me in charge, the store was overrun by shoplifters. Nov 26

I dreamt I interviewed Dwayne Johnson on a movie junket — but when it was all over, realized I hadn’t asked any questions about the movie! Nov 26

I dreamt I wandered Brooklyn in search of breakfast and ended up at a 100-year-old knishery. Which I don’t think Brooklyn has in real life. Nov 24

I dreamt my HS pal @marcfrons got cast as a criminal on Law & Order, and I was hired to be his dim-witted sidekick. I used my Lenny voice. Nov 18

I dreamt I was Loki, trapped in the Roosevelt Island tram above the East River. Don’t know why, if I was Loki, I couldn’t escape. Oh, well. Nov 16

I dream I visited @PaulKupperberg in Copenhagen, where he was now in charge of tourism. I kept offering him Starbursts. He kept refusing. Nov 14

I dreamt @BELUTHAHATCHIE asked what I was working on, and I told him a story that existed only in dream. Now to decide whether to write it. Nov 13

I dreamt I was at Bob Silverberg’s house. He was decluttering, and offered me a box of his correspondence with Tom Disch. I took it eagerly. Nov 12

I dreamt I visited a cemetery and got into a conversation with a guy who’d gotten married there only 5 minutes before. Never found out why. Nov 6

I dreamt my mother-in-law built an Eiffel Tower out of cheese as a centerpiece, then grew sad when she realized she could have bought one. Nov 5

I dreamt Katee Sackhoff and I went for tattoos together. She got a skeletal rib cage over her rib cage, while I got zombie flesh on my arms. Nov 5

I dreamt I left a Moscow restaurant and saw @ResaNelson zoom by on a steamroller. I tried to follow on roller skates, but couldn’t catch up. Nov 4

I dreamt I swam to the bottom of a swimming pool and stayed there for hours, safe and happy. There seemed nothing odd about breathing water. Nov 2

I dreamt I found myself wearing wedding rings on the ring fingers of BOTH hands. Which confused me at first, but then I became OK with it. Nov 2

I dreamt I was working in the Bullpen with Stan Lee — ’70s Stan Lee — when a letter came from Larry Lieber suing Marvel for royalties. Nov 1

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My final Eating the Fantastic episode recorded during the Kansas City Worldcon was also my final taste of Kansas City BBQ. I chose Q39 for my brisket farewell, as Bonjwing Lee, a foodie I trust, had written that the place offered “some of the most tender and well-smoked meat” he’d eaten recently according to his Eater survey on Kansas City burnt ends.

My guest this episode is the incredible prolific Robert Reed, who’s been writing award-winning science fiction for decades—and I do mean decades—starting in 1986, when he was the first Writers of the Future Grand Prize Winner for his story “Mudpuppies,” all the way to 2007, when he won the Best Novella Hugo Award for “A Billion Eves” (which I was honored to accept on his behalf at the 2007 Worldcon in Yokohama).

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We discussed why he believes he isn’t as prolific as we all think he is, the reason Robert Silverberg was a role model for him as he was getting started, what it was like writing 500-word short shorts for the Destiny videogame, why he didn’t read the shooting script when his short story “Truth” was made into the movie Prisoner X, how he really feels about collaboration (hint: he doesn’t play well with others), and more.

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