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Questions post is now closed. Also, I have decided to reform. I shall never steal the Carnival again. I can't promise to take things seriously next time it genuinely is my turn. I can be vastly and terribly serious. I just wasn't that way today. I finished a draft last weekend, remember? I'm moving from high politics in a fantasy world back to everyday life.

Someone asked me the other day if I only wrote about Canberra public servants. No, I felt impelled to say, they're just the novels that get published.

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This is a boring post about movements and where to find me in the next month. I'll try to be thoughtful or amusing or entertaining later in the day. I can't promise anything, though.

On Sunday I start teaching worldbuilding using history for 6 weeks. Every Sunday afternoon for six weeks we'll be exploring facets of the Middle Ages and the Renaissance and how writers and would-be writers can use them in exciting and wonderful ways. The course is open to enrolments until Saturday afternoon sometime. It isn't booked out. Ring the ACT Writers' Centre if you're interested. Moan and wail and gnash your teeth if you're interested but not local. Everyone else can just look superior.

I'll be at Freecon in Sydney on Saturday the 14th of November. There will be copies of my new book. There will be bad jokes. What else could you possibly want? Oh, chocolate. Sorry, the Conflux crowd ate it all.

Tuesday 3 November is Melbourne Cup Day. Just in case you had forgotten. I'm from Melbourne originally and so it's important. One day I'll work out why. I don't yet know what I'm doing for the Cup.

And that's all. Apart from the evening course and my usual Wednesday teaching, everything is about books. I know this is a terrible, terrible departure for me.

Until life calms down I can't sort out the Food History stuff. It won't calm down until the next book is solidly out and Baggage is out of my hands (two quite different things, all going well). Also some other stuff. Too many projects and backlogs and things to do. And yes, I still have that virus. That's why I don't feel in control right now - I want to get things done and keep having to stop.

Anyhow, what I started saying and then distracted myself from is that I shall (with the authors' permission) run my series on writers and their food from this blog. If I get another blog up and running, I can transfer them, but it's such a good series - so many interesting writers have written such cool posts - that it would be a great pity to lose them.

So that's my near future. My immediate future is a hot drink. And I have to wash dishes. If I pretend they're not there, will they go away?

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Do you think if I stare at what-will-be-dinner-in-about-twenty-years it will unfreeze soon enough to actually cook? I can stare hotly, I know I can.

Today is such an upside-down day that I'm not surprised that one more thing isn't going quite right. Lots of good, lots of bad, but mostly things that are Wonderland. Warped logic and twisted life. Also, not much actual work accomplished.

Should I get off the computer and settle in my comfy chair and work for an hour? I should. Will I? Let me check my coffee mug. It's run out. No more coffee: no more excuses. Maybe if I work it will generate heat and dinner won't be in twenty years time.