On his blog The Whatever, John Sclazi is doing something called A Month of Authors, which is exactly what it sounds like. He's featured posts from authors like Charles Stross, Susie Bright, and Patrick Rothfuss.
John invited me to contribute an entry to his month of authors, probably so he can play the "one of these things is not like the other" game at the end of the month. In his introduction to my post, John wrote about the origin of our friendship:
Now, while I was watching Wil, it turns out Wil was also checking me out, in that bloggy, not-at-all-inspiring-of-Scalzi/Wheaton-slashfic way, and we started up a friendly correspondence through e-mail, which went on for a couple of years. Finally, last October, when I went to California for my high school reunion, he and I met in the real world over dinner with our mutual friend Mykal, who was deeply amused, to say the least, that two of his pals had independently become Intarweeb SuperDorks and were now meeting in the flesh for the very first time.
“So if this restaurant blew up, the Internet would be in mourning over you two,” Mykal said.
“Nah,” Said Wil. “They’d still have FARK.”
See. Wil gets it. I like that I can say I know him. Non-Biblically.
I sent John my entry Blue Light Special, which was rewritten for Happiest Days. It's my favorite story in the book, and is in my top five favorite things I've ever written, so I was thrilled to share it with people who haven't read it, yet.
Speaking of Happiest Days, I'm taking the final 40 or so international (and two domestic eChecks that snuck into the wrong bin) to the post office as soon as I hit publish. I'm behind on softcover orders, but I'll be all caught up on those by the weekend.