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I've been punching together a new first draft. Ways to ge, yet. The art of writing is the art of editing your own writing. Now that' I've got one draft of it done, I can actually start. First paragraph shared below.
Cities and suburbs, real and imaginary.
I've been punching together a new first draft. Ways to ge, yet. The art of writing is the art of editing your own writing. Now that' I've got one draft of it done, I can actually start. First paragraph shared below.
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I had a great year. My kid turned 1. Eric Bosarge and I laid the groundwork for a small publishing house. And, I was in four consecutive issues of Analog Science Fiction and Fact Magazine.
“Full Metal Mother”, “Finnegan, Bring the Pain”, “Astroboy and Wind”, and “Keep the Line Tight But Not Too Tight, or Esteban and the Moon”
I would appreciate it greatly if you take a moment to consider these works for awards consideration as short stories.
RocketStackRank really liked “Finnegan, Bring the Pain” in particular, giving it five stars and praising it for its powerful emotional story of the people who don’t colonize the galaxy, and instead say goodbye to the ones who do.
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So, since starting our campaign, a lot of people are posting negative things about how they won't support our campaign because Kickstarter is making some bad press regarding their labor practices, right now. A friend suggested that we say something publicly about that, and I sort of don't feel like I want to step into the mess of a huge on-line discussion about this company's actions. It was advised to us that we do, and I can't really speak for Eric. I can only speak for me. Again, this is just my point, and I think Eric and I are going to work on what our official stance, together, as we build our company is. So, this is all me.
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Join us at the Kickstarter for more info, and please donate, donate, donate. Each donation is basically a pre-order.
http://kck.st/2ngRwtz
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ArmadilloCon is where I’ll be next weekend, the first weekend of August. Find me there, if you can. I am on a single panel, and only around for Friday and Saturday.
Peace.
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I've got a story called "Full Metal Mother" coming real soon in Analog Magazine.
https://www.analogsf.com/next-issue/
I won't say much about this one, but I will tell you this: It's another piece of a novel that should be out somewhere. I had an offer that fell through on the full novel when the contract terms could not be agreed upon between us. So, it will be out somewhere, I'm sure, but I don't know where and I don't know when and in the mean time, pick up the next issue of Analog Magazine for another piece of the novel.
Other pieces of this novel have already appeared here and there.
"Everything is Haunted" was in Lady Churchill's Rosebud Wristlet.
"Farmers" was in Analog Magazine.
"Dolores, Big and Strong" and "Paul and his Son" were in Asimov's Magazine.
You could find those, if you like, and see a few more pieces of this same, sad world.
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Sign up if you like to read some more:
I'm up to Sonnt #293:
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Go here, and sign up:
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the poetry has moved behind a very small paywall.
https://www.patreon.com/posts/sonnet-289-24785010
Thank you for hanging out with me, here, and following along!
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It takes damage to get to the top of the heap
It takes planned, organized damage to rise
Until all of society bends to the way your lies
about yourself, about how you can easily sleep
How you made yourself, you say, and still
The way we value cities is how we sell them
Best to men like you, who stand above and stem
the cost of damage with money, we build
each place for men like you, how you dream
how others who wish to emulate you seek to grow
The things the rich men do not want seem
To drift away: dirty work, untamed grass, unknown
people with different ways: They must fall in stream
Share your damage, demand damage built and grown
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Tiger
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All the words we've ever spoken hang in space
The energy of them, the ripple of them extend
Into the wind, itself, we are all the weathermen
We are all blowing every phoneme to the place
Where all the lost words gather. I breathe, you breathe
The breath of us spills out into the trees
It falls into the ocean eventually from capture in the leaves
It sinks into the groundwater, we drink what we seethe
Shout all you want into the endless skies
Sing every song you want to be carried
For even if we cannot hear the lingering sighs
The echo of every cry out trembles unburied
When the music plays, it never stops, it lives and dies
Out in the air: Make good music, good words, and varied
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