I’ve got a bone to pick with capitalism
And a few to break.
– Refused, Worms of the Senses/Faculties of the Skull
Another short story sale this past month. Still waiting on the contract, so no official announcement yet, but I will say it’s one of the big, legacy SF markets. The story in question is the first one that Andrew Dana Hudson and I collaborated on together. I was confident it would find a home somewhere because I think it’s a great story, but I’m still excited about exactly where it has landed.
That makes 5 short story sales so far this year – 1 reprint, 4 originals 2 of which were collaborations. 3 anthologies and 2 magazines.
SYTI is finished for now, edited and polished and ready for submission. I sent a query to my editor at Tordotcom, so fingers crossed he’s interested in taking a look. I don’t take anything for granted in this industry.
I also gave another pass to the prequel short story and the flash piece I mentioned previously. I’m done with them until someone else can give them a look, I think.
I was hoping to gear up for Octowrite (8 weeks, 40,000 words of prose, take it sleazy), but I lost the last week (in writing productivity terms) to depression and don’t really know what I would want to work on. I’ve got a complete TD outline, but it needs another look and I don’t know that I’m feeling it right now. Then there’s the couple of comic ideas I could put some more energy into, and the new idea that’s taking up some headspace. I’ll figure something out. Just hoping the depression passes soon.
Nothing Here Newsletter
- nothing here but odourless empire blues – issue 191 – 4th September, 2022
- Climate Repair
- Imperial Decline
- the slow cancellation of the slow cancellation of the future
- And more!
- nothing here but dead Queen Loab – issue 192 – 18th September, 2022
- Western hypocrisy (I’m sure that’s there in every issue…)
- A bunch of interesting commentary on AI art
- Stilt legs
- et cetera
And all the rest
Ella had another ultrasound and blood tests and she remains in remission, which means we can start weaning her off some of the meds she’s been on for the past year and a half or so.
It was my birthday last month. Not dead yet. Speaking of, I also went and visited my 98-year-old grandfather this month. The last time I saw him, he seemed more or less just as spritely as he had for at least the past 10 years, but he’s properly old now, worn down by his time on Earth. Getting to your late 90s before you start to really seem old sure is something. And to keep your faculties all those years is impressive. Doubt I’ll make it to 98, but if I do, I hope I make it look as easy as he has.