While I’m recovering from Insane Bike Ride 2017 (Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.), I should probably let you know I’ll be at Hal-Con, in Halifax, Nova Scotia, this weekend. The gust list is pretty awesome – come check it out!
Friday, Sept. 22
- 4 pm – 5 pm Signing, Booth A2
- 6:00pm – 7:00pm ~ Sketch Battle (Coca-Cola Stage)
Saturday, Sept. 23
- 12:00pm – 12:45pm ~ Dork Tower and Munckin – A +10 Life in Gaming (Room 301)
- 1 pm – 2 pm Signing, Booth A2
- 7:00PM – 9:00pm ~ Stargazer Soiree in Delta Halifax
Sunday, Sept. 24
- 12:45pm – 1:30pm ~ Creating Fun: Game Creation From Script to Sale (Room 302-3)
- 1:45 – 2:45 Signing, Booth A2
Hal-Con very generously gave me a table (a2 – about as appropriate for a British-born cartoonist as you could imagine), but I won’t be bringing anything to sell. I’ll post additional times there, though, if you’d like to bring anything along to get signed. Saturday and Sunday I’ll try and be there as soon as the doors open.
Judith and I adore Canada, and it will be great to be back!
Insane Charity Bike Ride 2017 was magnificent. A record-breaker, even! Thank you all!
I’ll try and post a full report soon, but here’s how I spent my Sunday night:
Outkast, "Hey Ya"
We're About 9, "For One More"
Carly Simon, "That's The Way I Always Heard It Should Be"
The opposite (?) of this playlist to come; songs that are optimistic about marriagey things like "forever" and love but without annoying me too much and maybe with a more complex approach.
I'm probably just procrastinating but like this isn't fandomy enough for Tumblr or short enough for Twitter and sometimes it's just thoughts.
Edit- I just remembered, I think Raisa had some makeup she was maybe looking intimidated by or trying, and that is probably the difference. Like, maybe if I had been staring in confusion at some mascara or something, someone would have been like 'hey Christine, help Susanna with makeup.' But I'm not convinced that I should have done that, for the aforementioned reasons.
This is the beginning of the world:
When her feathers, when Emily’s feathers, settle, and her fears fall away; when she closes her eyes and when she opens them; when she boots up the Thunder Dance on that little rock and dances then to touch the sky, and to bring it all tumbling down;
To work a brand new miracle
And to set a hurt thing free.
I think if the wolf had lived —
The bigger wolf, I mean. The one that wasn’t Skoll, or me —
That maybe it would have been bad, I mean, really bad, but not world-ending bad. That maybe there’s something else that you can do with wolves that isn’t just killing them or letting them eat everything. That maybe sometimes things can happen, and they suck, and they’re awful, but then afterwards, somehow, things go on.
Or maybe they don’t. I don’t know. How could I? There’s not been time.
The world has only just begun.
Emily walks past a cow. It’s got a crown. She nods. It moos.
Emily speaks with a snake for a little while.
At the edge of the chaos she kills a fine feathered coat-beast and she puts on a fine feathered coat.
She walks to the waste, with its great sticky trees, and she scuffs the dirt with her toes: here a down arrow. Here a left arrow. Here an up arrow, and here a right.
She sets up a stone, that’s all you need, you don’t need a PlayStation if you’ve learned the dance.
She turns the staring skull to face away.
And this is how the world begins: when the last bit of fear in Emily settles, and the feathers of her coat; and she closes her eyes, and opens them, pure and clean; and she grinds a power button into the dirt, and she presses it, with the horny calloused tip of her right big toe.
Lightning flashes. Thunder rumbles. The world powers on like a PlayStation fan.
“You could die here,” whispers a silver snake. “They could fall on you. The world could bury you alive.”
There’s no turning back now, warns a passing crow.
And the jaguars go around and around the Earth, in the cold and the airless awfulness of space; and even in this last moment of that pain they do not know that an Emily has come.