So, I said I had some news, did I?
- So, those of you that did make the awkbot cry, here’s a chance to read my story “A Touch of Red”, which is just out in the Spring 2015 (March) issue of Mirror Dance.
- My story “Mission Critical”, which first appeared in Luna Station Quarterly’s issue 17 , was selected to appear in its first “Best of” anthology, out later this year. It’s about an alien that eats nearly everyone and how can you not want to read it knowing that?
- My story “Refugee Status” (one of my Clarion application stories, for the interested) has been accepted by This Dark Matter to be published the first Friday of March. Oh, yeah. Today. The entire future is being evacuated back to present day, and it’s a love story set in one of the refugee camps. Bear in mind, it is a horror e-zine so maybe it’s not so much of a romance. Or is it…
Seeing this story in print has special meaning. This is the first short story I ever had critiqued or workshopped. God, that feeling of dread and fear expressed as an insane urge to giggle and hide under the cushions. Knowing it wasn’t right but wanting people to tell me it was perfect anyway. Ending up with loads of comments that I then had to figure out how to use, not crumple in a ball and toss under the bed, food for nightmares.
I must have done okay, because it got me in to Clarion (or at least didn’t keep me out). It’s been revised a bit since then but remains the same in essentials.
I even remember where I got the initial idea, from an exercise in The 3 a.m. Epiphany: Uncommon Writing Exercises that Transform your Fiction, by Brian Kiteley: “Use Cookery—menu preparation, the love of this process—as a way of understanding a man and a woman’s relationship to one another.”
I just happened to set the kitchen in a refugee camp, in a world having to cope with the entire future being evacuated. Once a sci-fi writer…
So much of my personal writing history is bound up in this story, along with the fact that I could never write it now. I simply would not make these plot choices again. Not that I think they are bad; I’ve just made them already. Mined that vein of inspiration, moved on.
Seeing it out in the world feels like the proper, befitting end to my “learning to write” stage. Not that I think I need to stop learning; I don’t think you can ever stop learning new things about writing, or wanting to improve. But I definitely wouldn’t call myself a beginner, either.
There you go. Stories published in the space of about a week that span about four years of my writing. Such is the strange timeline of the writer’s life.