I have an interesting post about peril in fiction (using Stargate SG-1
as an example), but that post is still fermenting. I have an even more inchoate post about the corruption of the tomboy, but as that subject is too directly political I'm hesitant to bring it up at all. Then there's that post about Warhammer 40K that I promised three or four years ago, which is also quite unwritten.
So instead, a few updates.
I sold An Uncommon Day at the Lake
to StoryHack. Hurrah! So in 2021, I will have at least two stories published, one in StoryHack and another in Cirsova.
The two stories for Stupefying Stories — accepted in 2019 — are still in limbo. I have had no reply from the editor. Again, I realize he's been overwhelmed this past year, but at this point I'm frustrated. The original contracts for the stories are about to expire, without publication! If I didn't still want to be part of a resurrected Stupefying Stories — or if I had to feed myself from my writing — I would be done with this waiting. But I can hold out another year and a half, I guess. Not like any other mags are banging on my door.
I guess I am now famous. I was checking the Internet Science Fiction Database about some authors and something made me check for my own name. And lo, I'm in ISFDB! To be sure, my author entry was auto-generated from the tables of contents of my home issues of StoryHack and Cirsova. Nevertheless, it's neat to be counted, and counted accurately. Check it out!
By the way, after having resurrected The Santa Mantle
, I reviewed my trash pile and determined that, yes, all the rest of the trash is still trash. That is actually reassuring. First, I would not want good works of mine to be lost; second, I would not want to start second-guessing myself as regards my judgments of my works.