Yesterday started with me going to the Chapin School on the upper east side of Manhattan, which is hosting the i2 summer camp, which is filled with intensive one-week workshops for kids on various subjects, and one of them is writing science fiction. I came in for 90 minutes yesterday to talk to one group of fifth and sixth graders so they could get the perspective of a working SF writer on the business and the craft and such. I did a lot of my usual spiels about writing, only slightly simplified for the audience (I'm used to dealing with kids that age at the dojo, and I've also found that talking to them like people rather than kids is more effective). It went swimmingly, and I'm doing it again for a group of seventh and eighth graders next week. Thanks to the mighty Jaym Gates and Marilyn Doerr for setting it up.)
After that, following a detour to check the PO box (which just had some junk mail, sigh), I went down to Quest Diagnostics to get my blood drained as part of my most recent physical to make sure that my thyroid and cholesterol are still under control from the meds and to make sure there's nothing else wrong with me. Then I got some desperately needed food, since I hadn't eaten all day (because I was having my blood drained), and generally hung out in the vicinity of Penn Station waiting for my friend Jenn's train to arrive. While doing so, I worked on a tie-in novel proposal, which I actually finished and turned in yesterday.
Jenn is in visiting from Virginia for a week. After I fed her some lunch, we headed home to drop off luggage and relax and for Jenn and Scooter to re-bond (everyone loves Scooter and Scooter loves everyone, and he's particularly fond of Jenn).
Then we hied down to the lower east side. First we had dinner at Katz's Deli. Jenn was last here at Passover, so the opportunity for a proper Jewish deli didn't present itself. After consuming yummy sandwiches and Dr. Brown's sodas, we went to the Delancey, which has a free burlesque show every Wednesday night. Our roommate Dale is a regular at this show, and Wrenn and I have gone along a couple times, and the three of us took Jenn down last night. There are three sets, bridged by a go-go dancer (last night the host was Runaround Sue and the go-go dancer was Lucille Ti Amore). They also do audience participation thingies, and I got drafted for one of them, in which each contestant gets down on their knees and has to drink a beer from between either Sue's or Lucille's legs. I got Lucille who is, uh, very short. The angle was all wrong, and I wound up with a lot of beer on my shirt.
Despite this, we had a grand old time, the dancers were excellent (though one performer had overdone the glitter just a tad), and I was all set to enter a wet t-shirt contest. Jenn and Sue also got to talking and realized they're both from the same city in Virginia. Because of course in a lower-east-side bar, you'd bump into someone from the same town four states away.....
So in summary: I guest-lecutred on writing to ten-year-olds, I got my blood drained, I welcomed a friend back to NYC, I wrote a novel proposal, I ate a yummy pastrami sandwich, and I got beer spilled on me by a go-go dancer.
How was your
Today, Jenn and I are spending the day in Central Park, then we're off to meet Wrenn at the Tor.com sixth anniversary party at Professor Thom's on Second Avenue