Awesome Con 2014

This weekend was Awesome Con! I don’t know if “awesome” is the word I’d choose to describe it, but it was an experience, and it was educational via experience.

I headed out late Friday afternoon to pick up my badge, assuming – correctly, as it turned out – that Friday would involve fewer people and make the whole thing easier. Also, I’ve never actually been to the Washington Convention Center, so I wanted to scope out the place when I wasn’t in a hurry to be anywhere. There wasn’t much going on Friday evening, so I accomplished what I wanted (badge, seeing what is where) and went to the only thing that was remotely interesting, a panel on how to fit writing time into your life.

Saturday morning I had my first panel (ever!) where I was a panelist. (It was about working with a small press.) I arose early to prepare for the day and checked my email to find a message from the coordinator that one of the panelists had a family emergency. There were only three of us to begin with, so that brought us down to two. I was aware of the author I was on the panel with because her Kickstarter is going on right now (take a look!) and I’ve seen emails from her (I am the minion for the small press that is publishing her book), but she’s a new author and I’m relatively new to small publishers (I know nothing about the third person who couldn’t make it, but had hope she had some good wisdom to share), so I was worried the two of us just weren’t going to cut it. In a panic I sent an email to three other writers who I knew were there to ask if they could panel crash. Mercifully, one could. Janine Spendlove came and rocked it. (I moderated, which I actually kind of liked.) I thought the panel was interesting (at least, I learned stuff), so I’m calling it a success.

After that, I had no more responsibilities for Saturday, so I could just be a con-goer. Unfortunately, HORDES OF HUMANITY. The place was packed. Still, I did enjoy myself. As I left my panel, I saw the line for Jewel Staite wasn’t too horrible (possibly because half the con-goers were still in line waiting to just get in the building), and I knew I’d only have to stand in line for 15 minutes or so, so I got in line. I’ve long liked her work, and she was positively adorable in person. Also, all of the questions that fellow con-goers asked her were good! There was nothing weird, no 3-minute-long gushes about her awesomeness, nothing uncomfortable. So that was great!

She ended up being the only media guest I saw. Billie Piper would have been cool, but the massive hordes to see her were crazy, so I just stayed far away. (I don’t want to see anyone bad enough to stand in line for four hours.) I also wanted to see Erin Gray, but her Q&A was late in the day, and I ended up leaving because I reached human saturation and had to flee or my brain was going to explode. I do kind of regret not sticking it out (though who knows what the state of the line to see her what like). On the other hand, by leaving when I did, I maintained my sanity.

I wandered around the exhibit hall, with all the nerdy stuff for sale and all the artists (also autographs and photos, but I had no interest in those). It was PACKED. Seriously, often the crush of the crowd came to a standstill and then inched forward oh so slowly. It was incredibly stressful. Also, I was really hungry, which was not helping my ability to cope, but the lines for food were ridiculously long, and there’s no way I’m standing in line for hour for expensive, poor quality food. (I actually don’t know if it was poor quality, but it’s a convention center feeding thousands of people, so it’s probably not that great. That’s just the way things work.) After weaving my way up and down the aisles for while, fighting my way through the HORDES OF HUMANITY, and covetously eyeing these adorable TARDIS earrings for a bit before deciding against buying them (I used to have pierced ears, but they’ve long since closed; I keep thinking I should get them pierced again because earrings are pretty much the only jewelry that doesn’t drive me insane, but I haven’t done it yet, and buying earrings when I don’t actually have pierced ears is just ridiculous), I fled the exhibit hall as my brain began to scream. I kind of wanted to check out the costume contest, but once I saw the line to get into that I knew it wasn’t going to happen, so I was done. It wasn’t very late, but nope, I was finished for the day. I had to get out. Flee. Escape.

I took two buses to get home (there’s a metro stop near the convention center, but the trains suck on the weekend, and I don’t live close to a metro stop anyway, so buses are often easier for me), and while I was waiting for the second one, I was in front of a sandwich shop. I hadn’t eaten there before, but I’d heard good things about it. My stomach rumbled and I knew I had about 15 minutes to wait before the bus came. I eyed the shop and debated the pros and cons. (Pro: I’m hungry, I’ve heard good things about the place, it smells good. Con: I’m unemployed and can’t really afford things like that right now, and I have food at home, which I will be at shortly.) Just as I decided against going in, a homeless guy nearby asked if I could afford to buy him a sandwich. “Sure!” I said, and he and I went inside. I told him to get whatever he wanted, and since I was in there, I got me a sandwich too. (Turkey with avocado and bacon. Delicious!) He went down the street to eat, and I returned to the bus stop.

I arrived at home and recovered from the HORDES OF HUMANITY.

Sunday morning – Easter! – started with church. My ward (congregation) meets at 12:30, so originally I was just going to miss it because I had two panels to be on Sunday afternoon. I didn’t even realize Awesome Con was on Easter weekend until three weeks ago or so, and I was a bit sad about it. Then a couple weeks ago we were informed that Elder L. Tom Perry** was going to be visiting our ward and I died a bit inside. However, they also informed us that we would be combining with the other ward in our building and meeting at 9:00. After a quick look at my schedule to verify my panel times, I did a little internal jig because I could make it!

(**For the non-Mormon readers, the highest Church leadership in the LDS faith is the First Presidency (three men) and the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles (twelve men, as the name suggests). They lead the Church for the whole world. Elder Perry is one of the Twelve. For him to visit my ward is a once-in-a-lifetime experience.)

So Sunday morning I went to church (I got there ridiculously early, and it’s good I did), and it was a lovely Easter service. The choir sang a beautiful, lively version of “He is Risen.” Elder Perry gave a lovely sermon on Christ and the Resurrection. It was a great way to start Easter Sunday.

But then I left church, went home to change clothes, and hopped on a bus to return to the con. A very dapper gentleman got on the bus just before I reached my destination and cheerfully wished me a happy Easter. I smiled and returned the greeting. He asked if was going to church and I told him I’d already been. He seemed pretty happy with that answer and commented on what a beautiful Easter day it was. (And it really was a lovely spring day.)

At the con, there were far fewer people on Sunday than on Saturday. I was relieved. I was a bit early for my panel, so I looked over the schedule, saw that “History of Gaming” was about to start, and thought, “I have no interest in the subject and know nothing about it, so I’m almost guaranteed to learn something. I’m in!” Two gamer dudes had a PowerPoint presentation all about the history of gaming consoles. I still have no interest in the subject, but now I know something about it, and it was actually an interesting panel.

Next up was the panel on Preparing a Manuscript for Submission (I was a panelist on this one). This was the panel I was most comfortable with because I actually know quite a bit about this subject. There was only one other person on the panel with me (again, more is better, IMO), but since I was more comfortable with the topic, I wasn’t quite as worried about it. My co-panelist was Mindy Klasky, who has written a whole bunch of books. Also, as it turns out, she’s really cool and smart. We stepped outside for a minute to make a game plan (we hadn’t met until that moment) and then got underway. We covered self-editing and beta readers, preparing a cover letter/query and novel summary, standard submission formats, and submission guidelines. Mindy knows a lot about preparing a summary of your novel (apparently she teaches classes on the subject), so she covered that, and I found it very informative (I wished I could have taken notes). I know a lot about standard formats and guidelines, so I covered that. The panel was fairly full (it had more than my other panels), and it seemed to go really well. The audience had good questions and seemed to enjoy it. It was a nice concrete subject, and I know I like that sort of thing when it comes to writing advice, so I assume many others do too. Many folks eagerly came up afterwards with more questions, and I got to feel like I had a clue because it was stuff I actually knew. This was my favorite panel of the three I was on, and this is one I think I would recommend be done at other cons.

I had an hour break before my final panel, and there was nothing else to do, so I returned to the exhibit hall. There were a lot fewer people than on Saturday, so, though there was still a fairly high population wandering through the space, it was navigable and pleasant. You could actually stop and look at the nerdy stuff for sale.

After I had my fill, I found a place to sit down (a miracle!) and read for a bit until it was time for the final panel, Crowdfunding Your Book. This is another topic where I know more than the average person, but I’m still learning. But the guy in charge of the Kickstarters for Silence in the Library Publishing was on the panel, and he knows A LOT about the subject. Something like 2/3 of book Kickstarters don’t fund, but all of the ones he’s run for SitL have funded and gone beyond. He is wise. The man can rock a Kickstarter. So it was kind of pointless for me to be on the panel. Really, it should be a moderator to help move things along and him, and that’s it. And the moderator is probably superfluous, but hey, I say stick a second person up there anyway. Still, despite the pointlessness of my presence, it seemed to be a successful panel. (And my co-panelists are friends, so that’s always nice.) The folks who came seemed engaged in the subject and asked good questions, and I saw quite a few folks taking notes.

So… my first con as a panelist is now complete. I was really nervous, but I’d say it was a good experience overall. I felt a fair amount of awkwardness and out-of-place-ness, but really, when isn’t there? I really wouldn’t mind doing the panel on preparing a manuscript for submission again, though.

I didn’t do as much at this con as other cons, and that was kind of a bummer. I’m just not into standing in lines for an hour (or five), and there weren’t many other options.

Awesome Con has a lot of potential, but these are some things I hope improve in the coming years:

1) Four is the ideal number of panelists, in my opinion. You get a nice mix of experience and knowledge with that number. Most seemed to only have two or three. Now, the one I was on with just two of us actually was my favorite one, but I consider that an outlier.

2) Places to sit. This isn’t Awesome Con’s issue as much as it is the Convention Center’s issue, but man, there is no place to sit unless you’re in a room for a panel or a Q&A with the guests, and it kind of sucks.

3 and most important) I wish there were more panels. I know it’s a media con, so they’re focused on the big stars, and that’s cool (I like them too), but when there are hordes of people and you’re just not going to get into the room to see the big stars, it’s nice to have interesting panels to choose from. Also, more options better distribute the hordes.

(Based on comments on Facebook, the line for tickets on Saturday and the lines for photo ops were completely out of control. It was a huge mess. Neither of those affected me, but I note it just to say I am aware that there are other growing pains that may be of greater importance to the folks in charge because they are getting slammed for it right now… but panels matter too :-).)

This experience made it clear that I definitely prefer smaller cons: there just aren’t the crowds and there is more variety. However, if Awesome Con can improve the panels (mostly just in quantity), that will help a lot. (I was impressed with the media guests they had, so that part of it seems to be something they are doing well.) It was impossible for me not to compare Awesome Con to the Salt Lake Comic Con that was going on the same weekend. (I know it seems like a random comparison, but since I’m originally from Utah I have many friends in Utah, and so posts about it were popping up on Facebook.) I looked at the schedule for the SLCC, and I was envious of all the cool panels they had! I don’t know how fair the comparison is. They’re both in their 2nd year, they’re both media cons, and they both involve hordes of humanity, but SLCC has the “Comic Con” name and, presumably, organizers/experience. Awesome Con is an independent con (I think). But nonetheless, SLCC’s panels looked great and I wished Awesome Con was more awesome. The potential is there!


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Story artwork!

Every story in the Athena’s Daughters anthology has accompanying artwork. And mine is now available!

Moon Fall

It is perfect! I love it. If you missed the Kickstarter, you can pre-order the book from the publisher here:
http://www.silenceinthelibrarypublishing.com/product/athenas-daughters-vol-1/

And while I have you here, there is another anthology I want to bring to your attention. I have no story in this one, but it’s a from the same publisher as Athena’s Daughters, and I know some of the authors.

dancelikeamonkey

Because of Kickstarter rules about not allowing charities, this anthology is being funded through Indigogo. All of the proceeds will go to CJ Henderson, who is currently battling cancer and thus has huge medical bills. So a whole bunch of authors teamed up and donated stories to go into this anthology. The book has funded, so it’s now all about reaching the stretch goals to get more books and more stories. You get a lot of stories for only $10, and the money goes to a help out someone. So give it a look: https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/monkeying-around-for-a-good-cause


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On this snowy St. Patrick’s Day, I decided to see if I could find out anything about some of my Irish ancestors. On my mom’s side, I descend from William Durkee (also spelled Durgy). He was born in County Meath, Ireland, about 1632 (I know nothing about his parents, not even their names) and may have been the first Irishman to settle in the Massachusetts Bay Colony. He had been an Irish soldier captured on the battlefield by Oliver Cromwell’s forces, and then transported to Barbados as a slave to work on the sugar plantation. He was freed under proclamation of Charles II. He arrived in Ipswich, Massachusetts, on 9 November 1663 as the indentured servant of Thomas Bishop.

William’s wife was Martha Cross. She was born in Massachusetts of English parents. She was probably employed in the household of Thomas Bishop, where she and William met. Martha and William conceived a child out of wedlock. (“March 1664: Martha Dirky, for fornication, was ordered to be whipped unless she bring a note from the treasurer, of three pounds paid to him.” “October 1664: William Dirkey, presented for fornication, was ordered to be whipped not exceeding twenty stripes, and to put in security [of something] to save the town of Ipswich harmless from the charges of keeping the child, or else go to prison. Thomas Biship, surety.”) Martha felt that she was cast out of her father’s favor so she moved in with her sister Elizabeth. Elizabeth went to her parents and found them “in a sad and sorrowful condition, very much harried in spirit, not knowing which way to turn or what to say.” They were advised that a marriage was thought to be the best solution. Robert Cross, Martha’s father, would not let the situation end and he sued William Durkee for abusing his daughter. William then sued Robert Cross for withdrawing his consent to the marriage after giving his permission. (“September 1664: Robert Cross Verses William Dirkey. For abusing his daughter. Verdict for plaintiff: ‘William Nelson deposed that William Dorkei said, at deponent’s house, after Goodman Stories had been at his father’s that he wished he had never spoken as he had, owning the child to be his, but he had eighteen meals a week and would spare six of them to keep the child.’”)

William and Martha married in Ipswich, Massachusetts, on 20 December 1664. Two weeks later, their first child, John, was born. They went on to have approximately ten children, who were raised Protestant. (I descend from his daughter, Mercy.)

Since William would not renounce his Catholicism, he could not own land, and his family lived in poverty. He was also a target for the Puritans. “They fined him for not attending church, the fine being paid by Bishop. He was sentenced to receive 25 lashes or pay a fine of five pounds for running away. Bishop pays again.”

William died in Ipswich, Massachusetts, (or possibly Windham, Connecticut) on 29 January 1704.

[sources: http://www.geni.com/people/William-Durkee/6000000003975055861 and http://www.brpedersen.com/genealogy/getperson.php?personID=I28736&tree=Ancestors and http://nefamilies.com/fam/history.aspx?x=6]

On my father’s side, I am descended from Honora O’Flynn. She was born around 1681 in County Kerry, Ireland, and died on 3 March 1741 in either Baltimore County or Carroll County, Maryland. Her story is quite the tale. Honora is said to be “beautiful, the flaming red head, vivacious and pious Irish Catholic girl kidnapped from the southern coast of Ireland.” William Logsdon was working on his farm in 1702 when he saw a British ship anchored in the Patapsco River and decided to inspect its cargo. Part of the cargo was Honora O’Flynn who had been kidnapped by the British from the coast of Ireland and brought to Maryland by a sea captain for barter. It is reported that William gave the sea captain a hogshead (barrel) of tobacco for Honora’s passage.

Another record says much the same thing. William Logston came to America at 1673 and entered indentured servantry at the age of 10 or 20 (records are contradictory), working on the tobacco plantations along the Patapsco river. He eventually had is own farm, purchased at the end of his time of indentured servantry, where he raised livestock and made tobacco his chief crop. At the age of 39 (or whatever age he was depending on which records are correct), and undoubtedly lonely and feeling time passing by, he noted a ship in in the river, bearing a cargo of women. The women were a mix of voluntary and involuntary women brought from Ireland and England to be sold as wives to colonists. Asking permission to board, he selected Honora O’Flynn, who had been kidnapped in Kerry County, Ireland.

In the Hall of Records, Annapolis, MD, Vol. 15, several documents state that Honora was kidnapped from Ireland by pirates and brought to Maryland where she was sold as an indentured servant.

But whatever odd and likely very sad circumstances brought her to Maryland, William Logsdon and Honora O’Flynn married in 1702. They had seven children. It is through her that some of her descendant lines are Catholic.

[source: http://wc.rootsweb.ancestry.com/cgi-bin/igm.cgi?op=GET&db=flager&id=I50342 and http://www.geni.com/people/William-Logsdon/6000000003531309537 and http://www.geni.com/people/Honora-Logsdon/6000000000203540925]

So, there we are – some of my Irish ancestry. It’s more interesting than I realized when I opened up familysearch.org and Google this morning and started to write this post!

By the way, as I was doing research for this post, I came across a whole gaggle of ancestors (all on my dad’s side) who lived in Maryland. Tons of ‘em, over a couple hundred years. I see their birth and/or death locations listed as Baltimore, Anne Arundel, Frederick, Prince Georges… all places that I now recognize. The majority originate from England, so they don’t meet my St. Patrick’s Day needs. However, I didn’t actually realize that I had so many ancestors from here, the region I now inhabit. I thought it was pretty much Europe to New England and then some moved West. That’s it. But no, there were quite a few who made Maryland home. Perhaps I step where they once walked in life. I suddenly feel like I have more of a connection to this place. Very weird.


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Little niece, Aria

So, yeah… still alive. Who knew that being unemployed would be so emotionally draining that writing, including updating my blog, would be more than I could deal with? But I really need to post this post, and I find myself with some motivation today. (I actually even got some creative writing done.)

On January 2nd I became an aunt. I have a niece! She is a cute little critter named Aria. I flew out to Utah on the day of her birth in order to meet her when she was fresh from the womb, all new and whatnot. It was awesome! I flew back home to DC a week later, so sad to say goodbye. I wish I could be closer to her to hold her and squish her and spike her hair. I’ve never really been into kids – at all – but there is something about this sweet little critter that is completely different in how I feel about her.

Aria


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2013 in Review

January – Knitting hats to donate to the children’s hospital
Knitting hats

February – Farpoint, a lovely gathering with fellow geeks (Phantom of the Mariachi)
Phantom of the mariachi

March – Spring in DC
Blossoms on a tree

April – The most beautiful tree, a weeping cherry tree
Weeping cherry tree

May – Balticon – another fun gathering with fellow geeks
Princess Leia

June – Dad’s a U.S. citizen!
Dad with a flag and sparklers

July – Independence Day
Fireworks

August – A parade in Utah
Highland Fling parade

September – I used to work across the street from this building, and I always thought it was the coolest looking building
NOAA building

October – Halloween at a house in the neighborhood
Halloween decorations

November – Autumn at the National Arboretum
Autumn by the Capitol Columns

December – Temple at Christmas
Temple at Christmas


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Is it Friday?

I ask because the days all flow together now that I’m unemployed, and Friday has become one more meaningless blip. But I am trying to enjoy my unemployment time off. I finally took the time to check out the Postal Museum and found it to be surprisingly interesting. Yesterday I planned to visit the Museum of Art, but the bus was so packed I couldn’t get off, so I wandered around Georgetown for a while instead. I bought a candle (pomegranate/spruce), which is burning right now and smells divine. Also, since Georgetown is about 30% cupcakes now, I got a cupcake. I’d never tried Sprinkles, so I picked them. Wasn’t impressed. Won’t be back. The cake and frosting were both mediocre. I still like Baked and Wired best. And I don’t even like cupcakes. I’m just a lemming.

But in the world of happiness and light, the Athena’s Daughters kickstarter is going wonderfully! There are a ton of add-ons beyond just the one book. For $5 you get the ebook, but you also get other books, short stories, music, and art. We’ve had some great publicity, and it just passed the $24K mark, which means a companion volume, Apollo’s Daughters, will now be added as an additional option to purchase!

Postal Museum

Postal Museum

Temple at Christmas

Temple at Christmas


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Here is a preview of my story that will be in Athena’s Daughters. (Click to go to the Kickstarter!)

Moon Fall
by Tanya Spackman

Amaia was relieved to finally find a bit of peace as she dressed her mother’s body at the funeral home. She’d been dreading this moment, but as she, and two women from her mother’s church, moved the body back and forth to maneuver the fabric of the clothes in place, the heavy ache crushing her chest lifted. For the first time in several days, she didn’t wish she too was dead. The only words spoken were absolutely necessary.

“Pull towards you and I’ll move it down.”

“Can you help me lift?”

Otherwise, it was quiet, and the three women moved silently to complete the task. Once her mother was dressed, the other two women gave Amaia a hug and left the room. She’d already said goodbye, but couldn’t help one more kiss on her mother’s cold cheek. The kiss felt empty and she regretted it. She said a quiet thank you to the funeral director waiting outside the door and left.

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7 April 2015
From: Omar Gray, JPL/NASA
To: Megan Keelan, JPL/NASA

Megan, check out the attached files. Hiromi was spot on with those gravity measurements. This thing is huge. Alex’s calculations say 2700 km in diameter. It has got to be a D-type. Course is a little iffy right now, but it’s going to be close fly-by. Give us a couple more days for an accurate course. Likely close enough for tidal effects, at least.

Megan, this is a scary one. Might want to pass it up the chain ASAP.

VR,
Omar

Omar Gray, PhD
Goldstone Deep Space Communications Complex
omar.gray@jpl.nasa.gov
(760) 555-4774

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The funeral home building, white but in desperate need of a new paint job, was two stories tall, plus a basement, but had a small footprint. Her mother’s body was prepared on the lowest level, and she never saw the second floor, but the main floor had a cramped chapel, a couple small rooms for family to meet before the service, and restrooms. The chapel had little decoration besides some dusty lace curtains with fake plants on each window sill. Wood benches, with little leg room between them, lined both sides of a single middle aisle. They creaked as people sat and stood and sat again. The dark-wood casket, closed, laid in the front.

Amaia sat on the front row, accepting people’s condolences as they entered the room. She’d grown up in the house her mother died in, so some of the people were neighbors she’d known as a child and dimly remembered, aged ghosts from another life. Others she didn’t know, strangers offering condolences to a stranger.

A man approached her.

“Amaia, I’m so sorry. I would have come to see you sooner, but my flight barely landed in time to get here.”

“Thanks for coming,” she said flatly, as she had many times for the past half hour.

“Do you mind if I come to the house afterwards? It’s been so long. I’d love to catch up with you.”

With that she looked at him instead of through him, trying to place him. He was familiar.

“I’ve got some things to take care of afterwards,” she lied, “but thank you for thinking of me.” How did she know him?

“Sure. Maybe tomorrow?”

A jolt went through her as she placed him.

Dad.

“What are you doing here?”

“Look, I know it’s kind of awkward. I’ve always cared about you, and I know this must be difficult.”

Amaia, saw the line forming behind her father, strangers and acquaintances she needed to greet, needed to accept their verbal offerings, needed to give a part of herself in return. She stretched her hand out to the man behind her father. “Thanks for coming.” Her father stood waiting, but as the man left and the man and woman yet behind him stepped forward and Amaia gave them her attention, pointedly focusing on them more than she had any of the others who’d come before. Her father moved away, and Amaia’s shoulders relaxed perceptibly. People continued to cross by her offering their condolences, and she returned to the half attention state, but the anger at seeing her father swirled with the pain and sadness of losing her mother and she wanted to leave, quickly. Only a few more people would pass, and the service could begin.

She spoke of her mother and cried. Others spoke, some crying, some not, people who loved her mother but were nothing to her. It ended, and people filed out for the drive to the cemetery. A few words were spoken at the gravesite, and then it was over. Some people offered more condolences as they left, but most walked away, in groups, some alone, visiting. Some laughed, and she hated them.
And there was Dad. Waiting for some privacy. Amaia seethed.

“Hey, I know I kind of came out of nowhere. I’m really sorry for surprising you. I just really knew I needed to be here, you know?”

“I haven’t seen you since I was, like, six. That’s over 20 years. What are you doing here?”

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry.”

Amaia looked at him exasperated. “You’re sorry? Look, thanks for coming, but you don’t exist for me anymore, and I want nothing to do with you. You left and Mom moved on. You’re not real to me, and you never will be. Please leave. If I die before you, you’re welcome to come to my funeral, but otherwise, you are nothing to me.”

“Right. Okay. Look Here’s my business card. If, you know, you want to call sometime, that would be okay.”

“I wanted to call you years ago. You were gone. Why now? Just because Mom died?”

“I know. I screwed up. I heard about what happened, and I just, I don’t know….”

“No, it doesn’t work that way. You don’t get to do that.”

“Okay. Well, keep the card, just in case.”

She thought of tearing up the card, but didn’t. She just turned and walked away, shoving the card into her purse after she got into the funeral limo.

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9 April 2015
From: Alex Peigne, JPL/NASA
To: Megan Keelan, JPL/NASA

Megan,

Here’s what we know. Spectral D-type. This thing is dark. It’s 2700 km in diameter, and that’s pretty uniform across it. Because of its size, it has to be a long period asteroid, or someone would have seen it in previous passes. A very eccentric orbit. I’d love to know aphelion, but no way to calculate it yet, not without the semimajor axis and orbital eccentricity. It is currently going 45 km/s, and will increase to 52 km/s by the time it reaches Earth’s orbit. It is currently at 8.298e8 km (5.55 AU), so it’s just about to pass Jupiter’s orbit. It will cross our orbit in 28 weeks.

It will be a very, very near miss. Tidal forces might be an issue. Because of its size, it doesn’t even have to be a direct impact to hurt us.

Alex Peigne, PhD
Goldstone Deep Space Communications Complex
alex.peigne@jpl.nasa.gov
(760) 555-4991

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10 April 2015
From: Omar Gray, JPL/NASA
To: Alex Peigne, JPL/NASA

Alex, it’ll hit the moon. Check out the angle at impact.

Omar

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Want to know what happens? Of course you do! The Kickstarter had an awesome day yesterday. I’m so excited for this book to come out!

We also have a Facebook page. There are links to some other excerpts there: https://www.facebook.com/AthenaDaughter

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