April 18 also marks the 75th anniversary (observed) of Superman, my favorite superhero. He first appeared in Action Comics #1, which bears the date June 1938 on its iconic cover. All these years, I’d thought that was the month the magazine was published, but that’s actually the “sell by” date–when it was supposed to be taken off the newsstands. Find out more about the history of it at Bleeding Cool.
Superman was such an important, formative part of my childhood, it’s very likely that I wouldn’t be the person I am today if he didn’t exist. Growing up without a father, I think Superman sort of became a role model for me and helped provide some of the moral guidance that I needed to become a decent human being.
I wrote about what Superman means to me in a very personal letter that originally appeared in a collection called Talking Back: Epistolary Fantasies (ed. L. Timmel Duchamp, Aqueduct Press, 2006). Writer/Editor Cat Rambo was kind enough to reprint it in Fantasy Magazine three years later, and it’s still online, so if you have a couple of minutes, please feel free to check out “Dear Superman.”
And to bring it all together, I snuck a quote from one of my favorite films, Superman: The Movie (1978), into Quantum Coin. I didn’t expect anyone to notice, but if you’re a fan of the film, see if you can spot it on pages 265-66!
It’s that time again, and the members of teamTEENauthor were given the following dares:
1) Cover your face with peanut butter and take a picture. 2) Write your most embarrassing moment from your teen years Shakespearean style. 3) Post pictures and other links all about your celebrity teen heartthrob crush from middle school/high school. Your own Justin Beiber so to speak.
Well. I love peanut butter too much to waste it. (Also, ew.) And my poetry is almost as bad as my dancing. So that left me with number 3. The only problem was, of course I didn’t have any such thing as a celebrity crush when I was a teen.
Miss Star Trek Universe 2011, Drexy the Tribble, wandered by while I was signing at the Pyr booth. In last year's competition, she performed a Star Trek cover of Lennon's "Imagine".
I’ve been to conventions before. My very first was a Star Trek Creation Convention during high school, and you can probably guess what that was like. In college, my best friend and roommate talked me into going to what I think was the first Xena: The Warrior Princess convention ever, where I was in the minority because I’m actually more of a fan of Hercules. Our university science fiction club and games club hosted the con suite at Lunacon for a couple of years, and since then I’ve been to Readercons (my favorite), Worldcons, World Fantasy conventions, and Wiscons. But none of them are anything like Dragon*Con.
I’m really glad my editor, Lou Anders, convinced me to skip seeing all my friends at Worldcon and attend Dragon*Con instead, as they both overlapped Labor Day weekend (along with PAX). Pyr Books had a large booth at Dragon*Con–the only science fiction and fantasy publisher in the massive, three-ballroom dealer room. It’s a decision that paid off for them, and for me, because there are a lot of enthusiastic readers at the convention who have both the desire to spend large quantities of money and a passion for discovering new books and new authors. So many times I heard someone announce, “Give me a book recommendation!” “I am looking for something new to read!” “I would like to give you cash for your books!” Music to a debut author’s ears.
Every month, members of teamTEENauthor write a blog post for teens on a specific topic. August’s topic is Olympic Dreams. For links to more posts on this topic, scroll to the bottom.
Photo by Luke MacGregor via theverge.com
The Olympics are over and this post is about a week late. No matter, we’re really just early for the next Olympics. That’s in, like, four years, right? Or something?
I have a horrible confession: I am not a fan of the Olympics. I don’t actively dislike them, but I am not the type who arranges my schedule to watch any events. My DVR isn’t even plugged in (no cable), but if it were, I would not have set it for the Olympics (except to record gymnastics for my wife). All told, I may have watched about ten minutes total of this year’s games in various clips online and a few idle minutes of live television.
Just a reminder that I will be joining Jack O’ Connell at the KGB Fantastic Fiction reading tonight at the KGB Bar, 85 E. 4th Street, NYC. The readings start at 7:00 p.m., books will be for sale, and oh, did I mention that it’s my birthday? This is also likely to be my last (and thus, best!) reading for Fair Coin in NYC. It would be so wonderful to see you there. In fact, it’s my birthday wish.