Tomorrow I’ll spend the day in Milan, attending Stranimondi, a convention dedicated to science fiction, fantasy and horror books.
Acheron, my publisher will present both Dark Italy and Zappa & Spada two anthologies that include a story of mine each.
It will be a good opportunity to see old friends, and take a look at “the scene”. We’ll have wine and cookies, so it will not be a completely wasted day.
I had proposed to bring along my netbook and hammer out a short story during the day, to give it as a gift to anyone subscribing to Acheron’s mailing list.
Good publicity stunt, I thought, but I was told there is no power outlet available to fuel a netbook for a whole day, so thank you but no thank you.
My brother, actually, suggested I do “an Harlan Ellison” – we could carry along my mother’s old Olivetti Lettera 32 and a pack of paper, but really, one should be able to catch a hint, right?
Indeed, I’d have stuff to write, as I decided that within the next thirty days I’d like to submit a story to Clarkesworld, and really the idea of “wasting” a whole day tomorrow, while I could start and finish a 5000-words story, really bugs me.
But nothing gets wasted – I’ll be like one of those guys you see poring over their smartphone, oblivious to everything that goes on around them. Only I won’t be checking my Facebook, I’ll be jotting down an outline or two. It will be a first.
And maybe I’ll take photos, and maybe share them on the Karavansara Telegram channel.
To which you might like to subscribe, or maybe not.
See the Italian writers, publishers and readers (often, one and triune, just like God himself) in their natural environment…