I’m honored to be reading my story “The Same International Orange” at the Sword & Laser meet-up this evening at Borderland Books in San Francisco. The story is part of S&L’s forthcoming first anthology of sf and fantasy, and given hosts Tom Merritt and Veronica Belmont’s reputation, the event is certain to be a good time. (I believe “adult libations” are on the docket.)
More great publication news: my Clarion story “The Same International Orange” has been accepted by the Sword & Laser for their inaugural anthology, due in early 2014. I’m a fan of the site’s proprietors Tom Merritt and Veronica Belmont from way back in their CNET days, so I know they’ll do a great job with the finished product. I can’t wait to read the other stories.
As always, I will provide more details as I know them.
UPDATE: I’ve been informed that my story will go live with the July 12 Perihelion update, in the Shorter Stories section. I’ll post the link once it’s up.
I’m pleased to announce that I’ve sold my story “The Big One” to Perihelion for publication later this summer. Stay tuned for more details.
For anyone who’s interested, here’s the full text of the poem I read on the last night of the Clarion workshop. It’s called “Every Red,” and it’s about missing:
they drove you off in setting sun
but, heart and helmet, echoes held
your joke that Mistress Mars had won
'til noisy hand of God dispelled
on thunder’s back and flame of fuel I sped
to flee from Sol’s corona, every red
we grok displays, assured of arc
as you below abide our climb
a speeding slug hears whisperspark
a planet’s hope in near-realtime
the heroes’ path electric vector true
home shrinking bauble whorling every blue
but distance vast mutes racing rays
when aggregating hours of night
to trickling weeks of darkened days
sun’s every yellow only white
same faces drift with time enough to think
too much, this flaccid sack of every pink
that if I float out, cold and free
and reach for Her, instead of you
and bleed through paper skin of me
instead of rust, my blood run blue
and soon, through icy death I have you back
two nano-motes lie mute in every black
my choice to stare at jeweled abyss
(why sleep when dreams bring such as this?)
or sweat in place for love of limb
or tend to thinking plastic’s whim
but nevermore dare shots in which you preen
your smiling stare, your eyes of every green
a Marsman can’t forget to trust
that, likely, Mistress deigns to send
me back with gifts of umber dust
and prayers my wife will comprehend
For now I’ll beg you, love, within my head
a mem’ry borne by blood of every red
Do not ask me to put How It Went into articulate, writerly words. Not yet, anyway.
If you are willing to liquor me up and endure rambles soaked in melancholy tears, that might work. Otherwise, here’s what I can tell you right now:
What I Know I Got
- Hive Mind membership. 6 generous mentors and 17 brilliant new siblings, pieces of me that I didn’t realize I was missing (but luckily will never have to live without again).
What I Think I Got
- A better handle on how to do this thing, and how to keep getting better.
What I Hope I Got
- 3 or 4 stories worthy of publication, after a bit of rewriting.
Cross your fingers and stay tuned.