The check was in the mail today from Analog (Dell Publications, actually) for Flotsam. Still no word on publication date, but then that’s from another office. I’m ever so pleased with the payment, and I’m excited about the sale; but the numbers on the check — $360 — show why a writer can’t make a living selling genre fiction. Even so, Analog! Woot!
The Best of Everyday Fiction Two is on the shelf now. I have four stories in it — I Must to the Barber’s Chair, In His Prime, Oh, Woman of Easy Virtue and Upon The Doorsteps. The title is linked. Check it out; you won’t be sorry. It’s a great collection from a great publication. Congratulations, Camille. You’ve hit a home run again.
I’m on target for 150, 000 words this year. 14,500 since January 1 and three short stories completed — Crossing the Barrens, a westernesque fantasy that features a medicine show with God as its chief shill; Cretaceous on Ice, a tongue-in-cheek eccentric inventor tale that feels a lot like the SF stories I grew up with, and The Night Bus Doesn’t Stop Downtown on Mondays, Anymore, a moody bit of flash fiction set in Seattle. The first two are already in the mail. I’m still polishing Night Bus.