Showing posts with label Clarkesworld Magazine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Clarkesworld Magazine. Show all posts
Saturday, February 18, 2017
Blooey-pocalypse
Considering
the current state of affairs in the world (and particularly in the
White House), I'm guessing that no one is particularly alarmed that I
haven't been posting updates about my stories that are currently
accessible online. But, what the hell – sometimes the only things
we can fix are the things we're able to do ourselves. I have a
strong suspicion that within the next year we're going to see another
American president get impeached (unless he resigns first or is taken
out by some (semi-)obscure constitutional procedure). Because of the
power struggle between the two major parties (and also within
those parties), things are probably not going to get better until
they get a lot worse. This is one of those times in history when
truth is stranger than fiction and fiction is a reflection of that
larger reality.
That's
the best segue I can wrestle out of this collection of ideas, so I'll
cut to the chase. The first story is titled “The Cat at the End ofthe World”, and it was published in Cicada Magazine. It addresses
a theme that was popular even before someone started taking the
nuclear football along with him to Mar-a-Lago: an apocalypse caused
by arrogance and stupidity. But along with the second story I'm
going to tell you about, it also explores the idea of rescue. What
and who is worth saving?
The
second story is “Now is the Hour”, published in Clarkesworld
Magazine. It explores a much bigger picture, multiple worlds instead
of just Earth, and apocalypses both personal and planetary. I
dreamed both a happy and a sad ending for this story, and when I woke
I realized with one ending it wouldn't be tolerable and with the
other it wouldn't be believable. But what if there was a way for the
characters to experience both endings?
People
have been fascinated with the idea of apocalypse since we first
started imagining cosmology. Many of us experience it on a personal
level at least once in our lives (not including the day we die). In
my case, I happen to live within 30 miles of Luke Air Force Base –
Air Defense North America. Any ICBM from China or Russia would take
me out within the first twenty minutes of an exchange. That doesn't
scare me. It pisses me off.
But
anger is only useful if you can do something constructive with it.
So I'm painting my house and getting rid of stuff I don't need. I go
to work every day at a job I like. I'm writing new short stories. I
just finished writing a novel based on my novella, “The Servant.”
Now I'm working on the sequel, Olympians.
I'm gardening, and working on my health, and taking care of my
family. Those are things I can do.
Washington
is going to have to sort out its own mess. The sooner, the better.
Thursday, October 29, 2015
More Crappy Self-Promotion (and a Change of Font)
Way
back in August, when I certainly should have been on top of the
situation, my writing again appeared in CLARKESWORLD magazine – and
I failed to tell anyone about it. Despite that, my story
(technically a novelette) “The Servant” has managed to get some
recommendations for the Hugo award. Since “The Servant” started
out as an idea for a novel, I've placed it on the front burner and am
now ambitiously expanding and developing it into what will eventually
be a 125,000-word book. Shazzam. (Shazzam
is not the title of the book; it's just a mild, happy expletive with
old comic book roots.)
In
the same issue of CLARKESWORLD, I also have a nonfiction piece,
“Hipsters of Zombieland.” You lovers of all things zombie,
please visit and counter the one comment on the page that was penned
by a zombie-hater. Unless you hate my article. In which case, never
mind . . .
And
yes, this is a new font: Chalkboard. Apparently quite a few people
hate Comic Sans. (Just about everyone but me, it seems.) Granted,
you may have a tough time telling the difference between the old font
and the new one, but to me it seems less wiggly. In fact, this is
the way I wish I could write with the raw paw (mechanically). Of
course, that's how I felt about Comic Sans, too. So my judgement is
still questionable.
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