Letter of News: London and Glasgow

Dear Friends,

I'm in London, briefly, to do an event with Lindsay Ellis and to see Hadestown for the [mumble]th time, before heading up to Glasgow and Worldcon! So here's some information about that.

Conversations

Lindsay's a goddamn rockstar and the event was sold out before I could even mention it here, but just in case you're local and tickets free up, you can sign up here!

Conventions

I've been looking forward to Glasgow's Worldcon since I became a supporter of the bid several years ago, but seeing the programming I've been put on was an added jolt of adrenal excitement. Here it is in brief, but do click through for the full descriptions.

I'm honoured and thrilled to get to interview Terri Windling; I can't wait to follow that up with a public-facing conversation with her, Holly Black, Frances Hardinge and Jo Walton about fairies; then a live game of DIE with Kieron Gillen, Adrian Tchaikovsky, and Emma Vieceli! In addition to a table talk (for which you have to sign up in advance! We just sit around a table and hang out for an hour), reading, and autograph session, it feels like just the right amount of program to participate in so that I can still attend panels and socialize. I hope to see some of you there!

It's been a tumultuous summer in which I keep living a lot more news than I can document in a timely fashion, both personally and publicly. When last I wrote I was on the cusp of travelling to Readercon, to be Guest of Honour alongside Rebecca Roanhorse, and to cross the US border for the first time since 2019; both those things happened, in the midst of a number of other things, like flash floods in Vermont, and Joe Biden withdrawing his candidacy. Since then, Stu and I have moved to a new place and flown from its barely unboxed state to the UK, and it's somehow August, and we're somehow staying in the same hotel room in the same hotel we had when we were last here in April, and it's so strange and unlikely a circumstance to find ourselves in. Experiencing the same place in different seasons is more usually a feature of living somewhere than visiting it.

At some point I'll manage to sit down and unspool it all before, uh, knitting it? Into a tidy narrative? Or something? I don't know. I'll just keep moving til then.