It’s been two weeks now since the SF Writers’ Workshop ended. Doesn’t seem that long. It’s been a busy and productive time for me. I’m pretty pleased with myself and so I’ll bore you with the details.
As I promised, I sent off Flotsam to Analog and Stuff of the Old Gods to Strange Horizons. I brought both of those stories back from the workshop, critiqued, rewritten and ready. I have also tucked Upon Whom the Pale Moon Gleams, Canticles and One Last Kiss into the mail.
Upon Whom the Pale Moon Gleams went to Andromeda Spaceways Inflight Magazine, the Australian SF magazine that sent the wry rejection on This Little Piggie earlier this year.
I hope they like the story because I do. It’s protagonist is Jolene Rainwater, an Ojibwa woman with an abiding love of the land, a fierce work ethic and a predilection for same-gender relationships. She whispers in my ear, the way some of my best characters have done. In Pale Moon, Jolene encounters a traveler from a far-away world very like her own.
Canticles went to Jake Freivald at Flash Fiction Online, which ran my flash, At Both Ends, in June. Canticles is crime noir. I sent it to Alfred Hitchcck Mystery Magazine in January but haven’t even had the courtesy of a no thank you, so I figured the story got lost in the cracks somewhere.
Tim Murphy is the protagonist in Canticles. He’s a sad-sack crook who can’t catch a break to save his life.
And finally, I just finished One Last Kiss. It’s been sitting, almost done, since before I left for Lawrence and Gracie Landis, its protagonist, got on my case to finish her tale the instant I set foot in Seattle again.
It’s one of my rare non-genre stories and it went to Glimmer Train, a non-genre quarterly out of Portland that I have subscribed to, now and again, since it began publication almost twenty years ago.
It’s a class act and I would love to have a story placed here. Maybe Gracie , who has been told her whole life that Elvis Presley was her father, will help me get there.