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  • Feb. 5th, 2008 at 8:55 AM
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[info]paulmelko's (Paul Melko's) first novel Singularity's Ring debuts today. Honestly? I haven't read it yet. But I have read his short fiction and parts of his novels in-progress, so I'm absolutely confident that I'm going to like Singularity's Ring a whole bunch, and perhaps you will too. Thing is, you won't know unless you buy it, so you know what you have to do.

Also, [info]sandramcdonald's (Sandra McDonald's) novel The Outback Stars is now out in paperback. It's got cosmic grandeur, suspenseful action, workplace conflict, and romance, all on a big starship in space. It's really, really good, and if you read it now, you'll be ready for The Stars Down Under, Sandra's follow-up book, which comes out this May March.

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Another reason why Phoenix Suns point guard Steve Nash is my favorite pro athlete: Steve Nash invests in pro women's soccer league. He's also the only athlete I know of who was outspoken against the war when the war was still popular. I also liked it when he apologized to the entire nation of Canada for NBA players being such wussy brawlers.

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I just voted my ass off. If you can, I suggest you do the same. (I'm for Obama. I won't be broken-hearted if Clinton gets the nomination, but I think Obama's the better choice.)

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I had a Borders gift certificate I planned to use on the second book in Naomi Novik's Temeraire series, but then I realized I don't currently own a copy of Welcome to the Monkey House, which seemed wrong, so I got that instead.

Yesterday I gave myself a break from the novel and instead fiddled with a piece of flash fiction that's turning out to be quite a hard fiddle to play, so that wasn't very satisfying either. I figured today I'd give myself another day away from the novel, you know, for distance and perspective and all that shit, but I think the day after a great author of personal importance to me dies, finding excuses to shirk writing seems just a little too wussy, even for a wussy shirker like me.

So, the novel and I are still going through a bit of a rocky stage together, but at least we're on speaking terms.