And now, in much happier news, I'm delighted to announce that I've received my authors' copies of Clowns: The Unlikely Coulrophobia Remix, and that this anthology is available at last on Amazon Kindle.

I've always loved Unlikely Story's little themed issues on unlikely subjects, and I'm both thrilled and, to be honest, kinda creeped out at the collection here.

Though I should add that my own story is loosely based on a real life incident. Involving a clown. So perhaps these stories are not so unlikely after all.
First, Happy Pancake Day everyone! Alas, my own plans for pancakes today have taken a bit of a detour thanks to unpredictable weather, but the good thing about pancake day is that you can always celebrate it later with more pancakes.

And in non pancake news:

1. My little story, Undone just popped up over at Apex Magazine. Enjoy!

2. And over at Unlikely Story, I'm interviewed about my short story, Ink. Somehow or other clowns jumped in. That sort of thing happens.
1. My brother, while we were driving back to the house on Sunday: There's a scary clown behind us.

Me: Yeah, I guess it will rain soon. Again.

Pause.

My brother: CLOWN. SCARY CLOWN.

Me: Well, it's not raining yet.

My brother: CLOWN.

A few confused moments.

My brother: SEE! SCARY CLOWN.

And indeed, to our left was an official Scary Clown, with a white face and green hair and green scarf, on a black and green motorcycle.

I can only assume this was an escapee from some part of Universal Studios who needed to speed home before removing his makeup, or someone who just wanted to ride around on a motorcycle sending the fear of CLOWNS and RAIN into innocent drivers everywhere. We may never know.

(In my defense in the conversation above I was a) kinda exhausted and b) not anticipating clowns of any emotional persuasion whatsoever.)

2. And this sums up exactly why I will not be going to Comic Con any time soon. I'm all about movies. I'm seriously all about superhero movies (chatter about Man of Steel will be forthcoming as soon as that's out on DVD, so I can watch it without getting sick). But even I have my limitations.

Also, interesting discussion of the ongoing sexism in genre.
I thought about writing a year end summary, but figured I hadn't even really talked about December yet. So, lessons learned in December:

1. Butterbeer is indeed foamy, sweet, delicious, and, to be truthful, just a teensy bit nauseating. Or more than a teensy bit nauseating.

2. Hogwarts can be explored in many ways. Some of these ways have elevators. Some of these ways lead you through the final store. Some of these ways involve lengthy communication with team leaders and discussions of just exactly where the damn Universal parking lot is and why is it unlikely that any wheelchair user barring a marathon trained one is overly likely to be able to manage getting a manual wheelchair from the damn parking lot to Hogwarts. Suggestions, again, that Universal consider a) moving its disabled parking, b) expanding its disabled parking, c) telling its parking attendants where the disabled parking is so that people do not go round and round and round lakes and find themselves going through the entire parking lot AGAIN.

3. You can, indeed, spend considerably more time in December contemplating disabled parking than you had ever wanted or wished to.

4. Four people can attend Gatorland and have a very different idea of it. Possibly because two of the people sat on gators; three of the people bought fudge, and only one person (to my knowledge) got mad at the bathrooms.

5. Alligators, are not, for the most part, the cutest creatures on earth. Baby alligators, however, are still remarkably adorable, even knowing that they will happily remove your fingers.

6. One issue with living in Florida too long, and spending extensive time in the Everglades, is that the response to a 16 foot and very fat gator is, oh, whatever.

7. The fudge at Gatorland is, hands down, the best fudge at any theme park in Florida, bar none, hands down.

8. I can on occasion be repetitive and wordy.

9. Some of you are doubtless thinking we all learned lesson 8 well before this December.

10. Sea lions are awesomely cute, even when you are hearing a story about how one of them nearly ripped the head off a fellow sea lion leaving him with a bloody and kinda bare scalp. And by awesomely cute, I mean, dangerously awesomely cute.

11. Dolphins are best appreciated under the influence of fudge. And coffee. And coffee and fudge. I think you get where I'm going with this.

12. A restaurant can be perfectly adequate and even enjoyable until you take relatives there, hoping they will enjoy themselves.

13. Waiters who are unable to talk will also find it difficult to deliver correct orders.

14. This sort of combination will lead to skipping any form of tiramisu and heading right on to the Coldstone Creamery. Which, all in all, is not an entirely bad thing.

15. The Sanaa restaurant at Disney's Animal Kingdom Lodge is actually an interesting way to see Animal Kingdom without venturing into it; animals wander by, people bang drums, plus, creative and wildly exciting booze.

16. We, as humans, can design amazingly entertaining and even artistic electrical fences.

17. A woman from the Philadelphia can go to great lengths to try to convince a British magician that she is not, absolutely not, anything like anyone on the Jersey Shore, whatever her accent, while wearing high heeled boots, fishnets and a miniskirt that barely, but barely, covers her butt.

18. Some Americans are, alas, unable to distinguish between images of Queen Elizabeth II and Lady Liberty.

19. It is not as easy as you might think to perform card sharks for an extremely drunk man, also from Philadelphia, and also, absolutely, and completely, not like anyone on the Jersey Shore, however much said drunken man may be appear to be impersonating several of the cast members of the Jersey Shore.

20. The combination of drunkenness, miniskirts and questionable assumptions about the British Royal Family will send even the most warmth-loving British magician out to do card tricks in the cold.

21. From [personal profile] fizzgig_bites and myself: the word of the staff at the Big River Grille & Dining Works at Disney's Boardwalk is not to be trusted in pretty much anything. Except perhaps the beer. Which we didn't order.

22. Fireworks.

Ok, that wasn't a lesson, exactly, more a moment to be savored—it was a pretty amazing show. Hmm. Lesson. I like fireworks, although again, we all kinda knew that one already.

23. It is, indeed, possible to back out of an elevator only to confront a clown.

24. The longer spiced apple cider simmers, the better it tastes. If you are clever, you can conceal this as a cooking technique. If you are not, everyone will yell at you for concealing the spiced apple cider from everyone.

25. A clown can throw a light at a child, and steal it back again.

26. An egret directly outside your window can end up being a rather aggravating experience, especially if the egret is also aggravated.

27. You can spend several minutes trying to sum up visits from friends before realizing that you actually can't, and should have spent this time eating chocolate or baking brie instead.

28. You can spend much of the month barely discussing either of the three most lifechanging things that happened in it.

29. Your very best holiday present may come from a very unexpected place, and may actually end up getting delivered in March.

(Traditional publication/writing summary for the year probably coming up soon. Probably.)

(And as I was typing this out, last lesson: my cats are really never going to get used to fireworks, are they?)
I know clowns get a lot of hate these days. But someplace in my storage boxes, I have a little paper mache clown, made, I believe, in Mexico. I cannot remember when I first got it, although if I'm right about Mexico, it must have been when I was about two or three. The little clown was certainly around when I entered kindergarten, and when we moved to Italy and when we returned. I loved that clown. I made up horrifically bad stories about him and made sure I could see him when I went to sleep and when I woke up. It's why I still keep the clown.

I suspect it helped inspire the first poem I ever wrote, a poem I struggled with for days that ended up going something like this: "Clown fell down. Down down clown. Poor clown." (My memory is probably improving the poem considerably. But, you know, I was in first grade at the time, and "clown" is difficult to rhyme when you're in first grade.) I loved other clowns as well. Big clowns. Little clowns. Clowns with balloon animals and clowns with juggling balls and clowns in cars and – Yeah. Clowns. I still love clowns.

With all that said, I really hate this clown. (I see I was so annoyed that I even messed up the tags on the post. Oh well. I'm considerably calmer about the next books.)
Cirque du Soleil tries to set new world records for stilt walking.

Not even mildly incidentally, it was insanely hot today, which means those costumes are either considerably more or considerably less appropriate than they may look. Certainly not a day for long sleeves. Fortunately, the heavy rains are cooling things off now - if a bit too late to help out the stilt walkers.

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