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The World Fantasy Convention 2012 was held in Toronto, Canada.

Life Achievement

winner Alan Garner
winner George R.R. Martin

winner Osama, Lavie Tidhar (PS Publishing)
Those Across the River, Christopher Buehlman (Ace)
11/22/63, Stephen King (Scribner; Hodder & Stoughton as 11.22.63)
A Dance with Dragons, George R.R. Martin (Bantam; Harper Voyager UK)
Among Others, Jo Walton (Tor)

winner “A Small Price to Pay for Birdsong”, K.J. Parker (Subterranean Winter 2011)
“Near Zennor”, Elizabeth Hand (A Book of Horrors)
“Alice Through the Plastic Sheet”, Robert Shearman (A Book of Horrors)
“Rose Street Attractors”, Lucius Shepard (Ghosts by Gaslight)
“Silently and Very Fast”, Catherynne M. Valente (WSFA Press; Clarkesworld)

Short Story
winner “The Paper Menagerie”, Ken Liu (F&SF 3-4/11)
“X for Demetrious”, Steve Duffy (Blood and Other Cravings)
“Younger Women”, Karen Joy Fowler (Subterranean Summer 2011)
“A Journey of Only Two Paces”, Tim Powers (The Bible Repairman and Other Stories)
“The Cartographer Wasps and the Anarchist Bees”, E. Lily Yu (Clarkesworld 4/11)

winner The Weird, Ann & Jeff VanderMeer, eds. (Corvus; Tor, published May 2012)
Blood and Other Cravings, Ellen Datlow, ed. (Tor)
A Book of Horrors, Stephen Jones, ed. (Jo Fletcher Books)
The Thackery T. Lambshead Cabinet of Curiosities, Ann & Jeff VanderMeer, eds. (Harper Voyager US)
Gutshot, Conrad Williams, ed. (PS Publishing)

winner The Bible Repairman and Other Stories, Tim Powers (Tachyon and Subterranean Press)
Bluegrass Symphony, Lisa L. Hannett (Ticonderoga)
Two Worlds and In Between, Caitlín R. Kiernan (Subterranean Press)
After the Apocalypse, Maureen F. McHugh (Small Beer)
Mrs Midnight and Other Stories, Reggie Oliver (Tartarus)

winner John Coulthart
Julie Dillon
Jon Foster
Kathleen Jennings
John Picacio

Special Award—Professional
winner Eric Lane, for publishing in translation – Dedalus books
John Joseph Adams, for editing – anthology and magazine
Jo Fletcher, for editing – Jo Fletcher Books
Brett Alexander Savory & Sandra Kasturi, for ChiZine Publications
Jeff VanderMeer & S.J. Chambers, for The Steampunk Bible

Special Award—Non-professional
winner Raymond Russell & Rosalie Parker, for Tartarus Press
Kate Baker, Neil Clarke, Cheryl Morgan & Sean Wallace, for Clarkesworld
Cat Rambo, for Fantasy
Charles Tan, for Bibliophile Stalker blog
Mark Valentine, for Wormwood


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Small Miracle

A round egg

Pale blue marble effect

Even the size of a marble

Light weight and seemingly fragile

As if I could crush it between my thumb and forefinger

I hold it to the light

And there is a dark mass stirring

So it lives, this egg

I put it back where I found it

On my bedside table

Hiding among fantasy books, tissues and yesterday’s jewellery

And I wake each day with curious breath

Wondering what will hatch beside my bed

Finally on a Sunday morning

When I am hungover from last night’s party

And restless from haunting dreams of indigo wings

I see a crack

All day I watch

In between household chores

And Sunday brunch with the kids

Finally at sunset

The crack is wide enough

And out crawls

A fairy

Bedraggled wings lie flat

Upon her thin back

She lies on my book cover

Waiting to dry

Waiting to fly

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by Clement Clarke Moore or Henry Livingston

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

“Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,

So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,

With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes — how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a little round belly,

That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.”


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Special early Christmas dinner was made just for us last night. Entre prucietta, brie and spinache pastry. Main chicken breast stuffed with organic honey & macadamian nuts with Caesar salad and prawns. Desert homemade semifreddo with raspberries. We contributed pannetone, wine and other drinks including fresh ground coffee. Felt very spoilt.

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We had fun at Gillian Polack’s home, celebrating Chanukah.

I like being part of people’s celebrations, even when I don’t share their faith.  Any celebration that draws friends together, teaches me about other ways and shows me a darned good time is fine by me.

Gillian’s celebration did all that.  I caught up with friends. We shared a finger feast of samosas, pide, spring rolls,  home-baked cheesecake and more.

I didn’t gamble for chocolate coins, but I was there for the lighting of the Chanukah menorah.

Then we had frozen strawberry daiquiris and Gillian’s amazing home-made fruit liquors – a sweet tangy medlar liquor and a piquant cumquat liquor. They’re based on brandy and I’ve never tasted anything like them. I’m  glad I wasn’t driving.

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My Writer’s Cave

I’ve had builders in my house, adding 2 much needed extra rooms. But my writing desk doesn’t look right – or feel right – in its new home. More work and money to spend before I am comfortable working there – unfortunately. So I have my laptop on a fold up desk in the living room. And my papers are breeding on table tops.

I checked out Paige Cuccaro (http://www.paigecuccaro.com/html/the_cave.html) again. Seeking inspiration in the pictures of writer’s caves. But I haven’t found my key image yet. You know – the thought, the image that you build a room around. It will come to me – I guess.

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http://www.gdargaud.net funny famous last words

Don’t worry, it’s not loaded.
Suicide playing Russian roulette.
Terry Kath, rock musician, d. January 23, 1978


Kane, Charles Foster (actor – Orson Welles)
Movie:  Citizen Kane, 1941

Either that wallpaper goes, or I do.
Oscar Wilde, writer, d. November 30, 1900

Et tu, Brute?
Gaius Julius Caesar, Roman Emperor, d. 44 BC

I see black light.
Victor Hugo, writer, d. May 22, 1885

I have offended God and mankind because my work did not reach the quality it should have.
Leonardo da Vinci, artist, d. 1519

I’ve had eighteen straight whiskies, I think that’s the record . . .
Dylan Thomas, poet, d. 1953

Such is Life
Ned Kelly, Australian bushranger, d. 1880

I am not the least afraid to die

Darwin, Charles (1809-1882)

I know you have come to kill me.  Shoot, coward. You are only going to kill a man.

Guevara, Ernesto “Che” (1928-1967)

Tomorrow, I shall no longer be here

Nostradamus (Michel de Notre Dame) 1503-1566

Drink to me!

Picasso, Pablo (1881-1973)

What is the question?

Stein, Gertrude (1874-1946)

Go away.  I’m all right

Wells, Herbert George “H. G.” (1866-1946)

“Precious, precious, precious!  My Precious!  O my Precious!”
Gollum – Novel:  The Return of the King: Being the Third Part of the Lord of the Rings, J. R. R. Tolkien, 1958

Don’t cry for me, Argentina.

Eva Perón, Argentinian First Lady

I… I did it… for Johnny!

Debbie – Source: The Homecoming Queen’s Got a Gun by Julie Brown.

Well Gosh.

Mayor Wilkins – Buffy the Vampire Slayer


She’ll be right, mate


You’ll never take me alive!

What does this button do?

The odds of that happening have to be a million to one!

Which wire was I supposed to cut?

I wonder where the mother bear is?

I’ve seen this done on TV.

These are the good kind of mushrooms.

You wouldn’t hit a guy with glasses on, would you?










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