Tuesday Afternoon Catch-Up
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handful_ofdustPROJECTS LIST (Partial, Updated)
Sent:
“When I’m Armoring My Belly”, to Tesseracts 13
“The Speed of Pain”, to Cemetery Dance Magazine
Accepted:
“Song Of The Mother”, Not One of Us
“Sown From Salt,” The Harrow
“The Jacaranda Smile”, Apparitions anthology
“Fin De Siecle”, Doorways
“at the moment I am living in a haunted house—”, Not One of Us
“Tantalus, Reaching Upwards” and “Minotaur”, on hold at ChiZine
“Marya Nox”, Ellen Datlow’s new Lovecraft-themed anthology (tentatively called Lovecraft Unbound)
Oh, and I think I can now also reveal that I’ve officially been asked to be part of the latest—as yet untitled—Dark Arts anthology, which will be released at next year’s World Horror Con (in Winnipeg! Good reason to go, I guess). This puts me in some pretty nice company, and it’s not like I sought them out, so I’m chuffed on two different levels about it. OTOH, it does mean I now have to figure out exactly what my 15,000 to 20,000 words will be made up of; they usually want three stories, of which one can be a reprint. So I need to go through my back-stock of previously-published but not particularly well-highted material (anything from The Worm… ought to do), then match that up with whatever I choose to develop for them. My impulse is to try to finish one of the longer pieces I’ve been working on—“Hungry Ghosts”, maybe, or “Strange Weight”—and make up the difference later on, depending on how much space the completed product turns out to occupy.
Aside from that, I have the impending November 16 deadline to write towards (when Clockwork Phoenix 2 closes for subs), as well as vague promises to develop something new for Burning Effigy and a not-so-vague promise to develop “Trouble Again” as a Loonie Dreadful. Plus: The next column for FearZone, due September 30. Pluuuus: The non-sucky zombie novel! Which is going okay, in fits and starts. Lots to live up to. Too bad the new TV season just started “for real”…
(And okay, I’d have to be an absolute moron to let that stop me from putting my shoulder fully to the [paying] grindstone. Though I do have to mention how much I’m already enjoying Prison Break S.4, after having hated most of S.3. The fact that Fucking Gretchen is finally getting her just desserts is certainly part of the appeal, along with Sara not being headless anymore…but the true fun of every episode is playing Where in the World is Theodore Bagwell?, as T-Bag manages to blithely breeze in and out of more trouble than a barrell of perverted monkeys, every fifteen on the fifteen. Take Episode One alone: In bed with a whore! Shooting his mouth off to coyotes! Dumped in the desert! Fending off a cannibal! Puking “bad Mexican” on the Border! Slipping into Whistler’s freshly-vacated identity! And all of it done one-handed; dude, he’s slippery. God bless Robert Knepper.;))
Tonight, meanwhile, will be neatly split between the Fringe pilot and finding out if Canadian Idol really is just a (Maritimer) popularity contest. And I have to go pick up Cal, so I’ll save any further discussion of the issues for later on. ‘Bye, all.
Sent:
“When I’m Armoring My Belly”, to Tesseracts 13
“The Speed of Pain”, to Cemetery Dance Magazine
Accepted:
“Song Of The Mother”, Not One of Us
“Sown From Salt,” The Harrow
“The Jacaranda Smile”, Apparitions anthology
“Fin De Siecle”, Doorways
“at the moment I am living in a haunted house—”, Not One of Us
“Tantalus, Reaching Upwards” and “Minotaur”, on hold at ChiZine
“Marya Nox”, Ellen Datlow’s new Lovecraft-themed anthology (tentatively called Lovecraft Unbound)
Oh, and I think I can now also reveal that I’ve officially been asked to be part of the latest—as yet untitled—Dark Arts anthology, which will be released at next year’s World Horror Con (in Winnipeg! Good reason to go, I guess). This puts me in some pretty nice company, and it’s not like I sought them out, so I’m chuffed on two different levels about it. OTOH, it does mean I now have to figure out exactly what my 15,000 to 20,000 words will be made up of; they usually want three stories, of which one can be a reprint. So I need to go through my back-stock of previously-published but not particularly well-highted material (anything from The Worm… ought to do), then match that up with whatever I choose to develop for them. My impulse is to try to finish one of the longer pieces I’ve been working on—“Hungry Ghosts”, maybe, or “Strange Weight”—and make up the difference later on, depending on how much space the completed product turns out to occupy.
Aside from that, I have the impending November 16 deadline to write towards (when Clockwork Phoenix 2 closes for subs), as well as vague promises to develop something new for Burning Effigy and a not-so-vague promise to develop “Trouble Again” as a Loonie Dreadful. Plus: The next column for FearZone, due September 30. Pluuuus: The non-sucky zombie novel! Which is going okay, in fits and starts. Lots to live up to. Too bad the new TV season just started “for real”…
(And okay, I’d have to be an absolute moron to let that stop me from putting my shoulder fully to the [paying] grindstone. Though I do have to mention how much I’m already enjoying Prison Break S.4, after having hated most of S.3. The fact that Fucking Gretchen is finally getting her just desserts is certainly part of the appeal, along with Sara not being headless anymore…but the true fun of every episode is playing Where in the World is Theodore Bagwell?, as T-Bag manages to blithely breeze in and out of more trouble than a barrell of perverted monkeys, every fifteen on the fifteen. Take Episode One alone: In bed with a whore! Shooting his mouth off to coyotes! Dumped in the desert! Fending off a cannibal! Puking “bad Mexican” on the Border! Slipping into Whistler’s freshly-vacated identity! And all of it done one-handed; dude, he’s slippery. God bless Robert Knepper.;))
Tonight, meanwhile, will be neatly split between the Fringe pilot and finding out if Canadian Idol really is just a (Maritimer) popularity contest. And I have to go pick up Cal, so I’ll save any further discussion of the issues for later on. ‘Bye, all.
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Date: 2008-09-09 06:38 pm (UTC)Go, you!
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Date: 2008-09-09 10:49 pm (UTC)Going to Winnipeg? (I keep wanting to write 'Winterpeg' for some reason.)
I've lost my copy of Kissing Carrion. I was at the part where the girl just -- uh, well, the father has his daughter and son in the car, and this girl is on the road. I don't want to spoil it for anybody else.
Man! What a scary girl.
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Date: 2008-09-10 02:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-10 02:40 am (UTC)Ah, my inner 12 year-old just can't help but laugh. Sorry. I can be so immature.
Kissing Carrion
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