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I am on deadline right now.
So...
For the American Gods-House on the Rock weekend, as a fill-in while waiting for me to write about it, I recommend Valya's blog over at http://www.vdlupescu.com/journal/2010/11/joy-and-sacred-spaces/ (Valya is the author of The Silence of Trees.) I stole the picture above of me riding the eagle-tiger from Valya's blog.
I also recommend the House on the Rock Slideshow from the Huffington Post.
And yes, it was as magical and as wonderful as everyone says.
I shot from there to New York where I saw The Dresden Dolls for the first time. (They've been on Hiatus since I've known Amanda.) Pictures from the evening - including a couple of me - at http://www.brooklynvegan.com/archives/2010/11/the_dresden_dol_4.html.
I took Amanda to meet the people at Audible.com, with whom I am cooking up some really cool stuff which I am not yet ready to talk about.
From there I stumbled to Austin, texas, where I was caught up in the madness that is W00tstock, standing in for Wil Wheaton. It was madness, madness I tell you...
This is a video of me coming on. That's all. I come on. You can probably find me doing more than that on YouTube.
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By: Neil Gaiman,
on 11/1/2010
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This ought to be the post about the wonderful happiness that was the House on the Rock American Gods Weekend. But that's going to have to wait until tomorrow. (In the meantime, here's Kitty with pictures: http://kittysneverwear.blogspot.com/2010/10/holy-american-gods-party-batman.html)This is just a very short one to remind people near Austin, TX, that Tuesday, November 2nd, it's W00tstock, and that I'll be MCing, standing in for a Big Bang Theory Stolen Wil Wheaton. Details at http://www.austintheatre.org/site/Calendar/250633393?view=Detail&id=24581  Labels: w00tstock, The House on the Rock
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By: Neil Gaiman,
on 10/19/2010
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I'm not going to say a lot about Campfire, not what happened or who was there, because it was a very private sort of a thing. At first I was suspicious. I've seen a lot of late 1960s and early 1970s SF television, and whenever a bunch of creative people are taken off by a private plane to a mysterious location, they are normally either brainwashed or replaced by exact duplicates who are sent back to society with a mysterious and probably fatal agenda.  Private plane. Check. Mysterious location. Check.Uh-oh.
So I spent much of the journey to, and the first day at, Campfire convinced it was all much too good to be true, and expecting that when I went back to my room there would be my exact duplicate waiting in the wardrobe, holding a silvery gun... Everything pointed to that. Aha, I thought, when the buses pulled up: THE COMPOUND. I was expecting barbed wire and enormous dogs and no way to let our loved ones know what had happened to us when the robot duplicates returned in our stead.  The Compound turned out to be a really nice local restaurant.You could bring someone, and (as Amanda is still in Cabaret, and Maddy was on a school field-trip) I brought my literary agent, Merrilee Heifetz, not as my agent but as my friend of (now) 23 years. She had as good a time as I did.  Photo by Seth Godin I left Campfire reinvigorated, excited about art, and looking forward to getting back to work and happy to be writing again. I saw some old friends, made a number of new friends, learned so much about so many things, and was happy. 
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