Well, the LJ outage seems to be over now. Good, since I kept clicking the toolbar link in Firefox and it kept tying up the system, then landing at a 404 type page.
Anyway, not much going on here.
Where's the love?
So I put it out there:
I'm helping out with the "Gothic Shadows" track at D*C this year. For those who don't know this young track (which I helped start), its focus is on the darker side of things, covering goth, horror, dark fantasy, vampires, creepy ghost stuff, and more. One special feature of the track is that, both the first and second years, it's had a strong literary side, with lots of authors on panels, discussion of writing, discussion of genres and specific uthors (last year: Lovecraft), etc. Both the track director Derek and I feel like a lot of D*C is very "media"-driven and we want to provide something a little less so.
Anyway, the reason I'm posting is that right now we are trying hard to snag some more authors for our panels. Derek's gone through the signed D*C guests so far and picked a few we can use, then recruited some independently, but we'd like more. We're interested in hearing of big-name "dream picks" (ones we can get D*C to help compensate).. but we are MORE interested in folks who might be local, in Georgia, or in the Southeast -- or coming to D*C anyway -- who are authors into dark fantasy, horror, goth type stuff, vampires, etc. The closer they are, the more likely we can actually get them. I think we're also looking for people who have experience or knowledge of ghosts, as there was a ghost panel last year that went over very well.
I appreciate any suggestions!
I am a poor, freezing-cold soul,
So far from where I intended to go.
Scavenging through life's very constant lulls,
So far from where I'm determined to go.
Wish I knew the way to reach the one I love.
There is no way.
Wish I had the charm to attract the one I love,
But, you see, I've got no charm.
Tonight I've consumed much more than I can hold,
Oh, this is very clear to you.
And you can tell I have never really loved.
You can tell, by the way, I sleep all day.
And all of my life no-one gave me anything.
No-one has ever given me anything.
My love is as sharp as a needle in your eye.
You must be such a fool to pass me by.
- "Seaside, Yet Still Docked," Your Arsenal, Morrissey
This used to be one of my favvvvvvvvvorite of his songs and it still is, but thank God I am no longer so depressed that I hear it and go "That's me! That's sooooooooo me! Yup, that's me!" Things are not THAT dire at the moment.