Stay

Artemis-Rising-3-1-683x1024Podcastle guest host Kelly Robson, the Toronto SF writer, admitted – as a former Pacific Northwest resident – she was “especially excited” to introduce Stay. She called it, “gentle and sweet-natured, with webs of love and care connecting everyone.”

Thank you, Kelly, that’s exactly what I intended. I’m excited you believe I hit the mark.

And thanks to Tina Connolly, who writes ripping-good SF in Portland, for such a fantastic reading. Tina, you sound exactly as I imagined Cait Stihl.

Stay is urban fantasy set in Seattle, and features Emma Stone and Caitlin Stihl, a lesbian couple who work as private detectives.

Stihl and Stone Security often turn up the more personal details of a case, but this time the investigation digs a little too close to home. The story considered how love binds people together, and can push them apart, and examines all the permutations of that simple four-letter-word – stay.

It is the final entry of Podcast’s month-long Artemis Rising 3, which spans all five of the Escape Artists sites. It has been a month of fantastic stories, whether you enjoy science fiction, fantasy or horror.

I hope you enjoy this story, Faithful Reader. It’s one of my personal favorites.

Logan

LoganRachael and I saw Logan yesterday.

I enjoyed it – a lot – but thought it to be just another X-Man movie, perhaps the best I’ve seen, but not the studied “film” so many critics have said it to be.

It tries to say violence isn’t a solution, that it only begets more violence. Even so, it gloried in its violence, and there’s a ton of it.

It lacks the visceral intensity of Midnight Special, a recent film involving two men on the run, carrying a child with special talent.

IMO, writer-director James Mangold’s attempt to use dialogue from Shane to provide an end note was sloppy story-telling. I have another end in mind, one that I believe elevates the story, makes it more than a chase and slash movie, but I would have to use spoilers to explain it, so I’ll set that aside for now.

Stay

Artemis Rising 3 takes over all five Escape Artists podcasts this month and I’m a part of it!

Artemis-Rising-3-1-683x1024PodCastle, Escape Pod, Pseudopod, Cast of Wonders and Mothership Zeta have brought back the month-long event for a third year to highlight speculative fiction by women and non-binary authors.

My short story, Stay, will be the featured tale at PodCastle the last week of the month. Stay is one of my personal favorites and I’m so happy it’s found a home. For you Pacific Northwest folks, it’s set in Seattle and features Emma Stone and Caitlin Stihl, a lesbian couple who work as private detectives.

Stihl and Stone Security is used to turning up the more personal details of a case, but this time the investigation digs a little too close to home.

I’ll post a reminder when it’s up.

According to His Substance

My short story, According to His Substance, is now available from Amazon.com as the lead story in Brave Boy World, an anthology from Pink Narcissus Press. The story originally appeared in my story collection, Snapshots From A Black Hole & Other Oddities.

brave-boy-cover-low-res_origAccording to His Substance examines identity and our need for redemption. To what lengths would you go to to be the person you believe you are?  What are the costs of redemption?  Can it be achieved if you have wronged a crowd of people? And if you were given a second chance, would you have sufficient courage to try to make things right?

I’m rather pleased with this story and grateful to Michael Takeda, editor of the anthology, for his faith in my work. Thank you, Michael.

The book looks fantastic; I am so pleased to be a part of it!  And faithful readers – I hope you enjoy the story!

Little Green Guys!

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I opened today’s mail and found contributor copies of Little Green Men – Attack!, a Baen Books anthology edited by Bryan Thomas Schmidt and Robin Wayne Bailey.

My story, Little Green Guys, an homage to one of my favorite story-tellers,  Damon Runyon, shares the TOC with fantastic (and funny) company.

The book goes on sale March 7 and can be pre-ordered now at Amazon Books.  Thank you, Bryan and Robin! The whole thing looks great!

And faithful readers – I hope you have fun reading all the stories!

Cretaceous On Ice

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All SF writers have at least one dinosaur story. Mine is Cretaceous On Ice and it’s up now over at Perihelion Science Fiction.

It’s one of my personal favorites ; an homage to a story on my top ten  favorite SF list – Howard Waldrop’s Ugly Chickens, which I first read half a lifetime ago.

Thanks to Sam Bellotto Jr. for accepting the story and for commissioning a  great illustration by Jesse Jennings. It caught the story perfectly.

And faithful readers – I hope you laugh in all the right places.

2016 Words

2016 was not a particularly productive year for me, as a writer. Still, it was not without it’s successes.

Seventh-Hour Man, my alternate-history fantasy novel, made it’s way through an initial field of 1,500 submissions in a open call from Hodder & Stoughton, the British publishing house, and ended the process in a final field of twenty. It didn’t get a purchase offer, but I did receive a swell rejection letter. It remains unsold.

As to new short fiction, I sold Last Call, a near-future sports fantasy, to Daily Science Fiction. It appeared in January 2016. I also sold Little Green Guys to Bryan Thomas Schmidt for his Little Green Men – Attack anthology, due out in March 2017, and Stay, a part of my Seattle Supernatural series of short stories, went to Pod Castle. It’s also due out in March. And Cretaceous On Ice, a personal favorite, will grace Perihelion Science Fiction on January 12, 2017. Editor Sam Bellotto Jr. has promised an illustration. I’m looking forward to that.

I made some reprint sales, too. Coward’s Steel, my Writers of the Future winner, and Snapshots I Brought Back From The Black Hole, first printed in Lightspeed, both went to Great Jones Street, an I-Phone app that offers hundreds of free-to-read short stories. Both are available now to I-Phone users. And According To His Substance will appear in Brave Boy World, an anthology from Pink Narcissus Press, sometime the first half of 2017.

The Home Front

We renewed our lease for another year, rather than go through the hassle of a move.

We’re still in a studio apartment, but we’ve decided to make more use of the common areas – the kitchen, the lobby lounge, the first floor patio and the roof garden – if we have company. With that, this past Thursday and Friday we got rid of the full-sized sofa and shuffled the remaining furniture; moved the computers into what had been the bedroom and is now the office, and brought the bedroom into what had been the living room and computer alcove.

We’ve also made the decision to get rid of things we haven’t touched in two years. The place already is roomier and more comfortable, with more space to come. We both are feeling tired but liberated. A great way, we think, to begin the new year. Have a happy and blessed 2017 everyone and keep up the good fight!

And Meanwhile ..

Eight weeks since I last posted here, and it’s been a rough two months.

The last two weeks of February found me in a rising panic – topped by two urgent care visits – as I found it more and more difficult to draw a breath of air. Finally landed in the hospital for three days – February 28, 29 and March 1-where I was diagnosed with pneumonia.

I’ve been home six weeks and tethered to an oxygen tube  for most of that time, particularly at night while I sleep. I am feeling much improved and able to move around without the extra oxygen for longer and longer spells, as long as I’m not under stress.

I did well untethered the first of April, when we drove up to Skagit County for the first day of the tulip festival, so we got tickets for the Mariners home opener – one of our favorite things to do. I only made it to the fourth inning before I was panting and shivering, even though it was a pleasant night. The pressure of being in a stadium at maximum capacity (47,000+) added to my rising panic, I suppose.

Rachael was gracious enough to take me home (she loves me, it seems, more than she loves the Mariners, and she does love the game). I had an oxygen tank in the car, so I was feeling better by the time we got home.

No more outings for a time, it seems.

Even worse, being ill has left me without the energy to write. Two months and I haven’t done a thing but sit and stare at the monitor.  Some improvement there, though. I wrote this post today and last night I managed to add two hundred words to Still and Always Incandescent, a post-apocalyptic tale involving the Geezers of Fury, a septuagenarian motorcycle club. Hopefully, I’ll have more to tell about that project soon.

Life at a gallop ..

For the past couple weeks, I’ve been mulling over how quickly time passes and how we all float in and out of other people’s lives.

I grew up in small-town Ohio with a fellow named Mike Kuntz. There was a group of us who were pals, the same age, and we all called him Kuntzie. We were the smart kids in our class, the ones the teachers called on first because our hands were always in the air.

Summers, we swam the pools that collected in the northeast Ohio strip-mines; played marathon Monopoly and Risk games on Tom Dreher’s porch and blew up plastic model cars with M-80s and other firecrackers that are illegal now.

Winters, we would hang around somebody’s house and spin dreams about what we would do when we got out of high school. For most of us, that meant getting out of town. First to college and then to other things more exciting than could be done in little Ohio towns.

Mike was always interested in rocks and that meant geology. He got an undergraduate degree and then a masters. He came by the house my ex and I were renting for breakfast the Sunday morning after our tenth-year high school reunion. I was working for the local newspaper; a job that let me talk to people and spin yarns about what they told me.  He was working for a corporation that let him look at rocks. He talked about wanting to see the world. I remember him saying, “Ohio’s not the only place I ever want to see.”

We promised to stay in touch, but you know how things are. Life comes at you at a gallop, and you either swing on board and hold on tight or get trampled in the rush.

From time to time, I heard he was hanging out somewhere in Europe or Australia or New Zealand. It sounded like he was having fun, but that Sunday morning breakfast was the last time I ever saw or spoke to Kuntzie. That was forty years ago. If I even took or had the time to think of Mike in the intervening years, it was to daydream for a few minutes of all the exotic places he had been.

Last week, my sister sent me an e-mail to tell me he had died suddenly. He had stopped roaming a quarter century ago, found a job as a government geologist, got married and raised two kids. Along the way, he had the time to run marathons and iron-man triathlons; finished as high as second in his age group in one race.

And for the past nine years, since we moved to Seattle from the Florida Keys, I’ve lived forty-five minutes away from where Kuntzie had settled down. In the Pacific Northwest, that’s practically next door and I never knew he was there.

Life can be many things,  some wonderful and some not, but first and most of all it is ironic.