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In which the author reels

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July 31, 2025

Well, using the non-traditional definition of “reel,” but still. I’ve spent the last couple of months building up my army of loyal followers (and book enthusiasts!) over at Ye Olde Instagram. It’s been a quaint little quest, going from roughly 200 followers (lazily assembled over many many years, mostly by accident), to just over 1,500 and counting. That’s not nearly as high as some of the behemoth influencer accounts, but should be high enough to – at the very least – show that I’m serious about book promotion.

Aside from the many handcrafted memes on writing I’ve shared with my new friends, I’ve also been making reels, aka very short videos. For the most part, they’ve been my reviews of different books on writing. (There are so very, very many of them out there!) Yesterday, feeling particularly high on life, I spent altogether too much time to craft this little reel that makes fun of popular book genres. That was the closest I’ve come to making a short film in about four months, and was a ton of fun to make. (And all the little “likes” keep rolling in!)

I already had all the props on account of having accidentally developed a hat collection over the years, across my many travels. (Don’t ask about the lab coat. Long story.) In retrospect, I’m surprised by the five genres I picked – because between them, they fairly accurately represent the five humours of my personality. (There ain’t a lot of Romance in this life, but I’ve still got 35 good years ahead of me.) Incidentally, the “Slipstream” bit is more or less my default mode these days, though my walk through the sunny streets of Quebec City is a bit less over-the-top exuberant than that. (But only a bit.)

It’s an odd art form, these reels. Ditto for the short videos on Facebook an especially TikTok. (I speak not of Pinterest, for that’s a dark, forbidden land beyond my socioeconomic status.) I truly and sincerely hope somebody out there is archiving all those little videos for the future. Some of them are creative masterpieces shot on essentially zero budget, such as this little reel right here. (That was some Rashomon-level retelling, eh?) But then again, I have this intuition that the digital decay will come for them all, that almost all of them will disappear within 10 years. Definitely within 25. Shame.

In any case, here are some reels I’ve made, in case you wanted to see what all I do to build a loyal geeky following. In chronological older, starting with the oldest:

How to tell when your money tree is happy

My index card system for short story markets

When a character has too much plot armor

My review of “On Writing” by Stephen King

A plucky little weed growing in the middle of the road, surrounded by rain

My review of “Writing Tools” by Roy Peter Clark

When Europeans try to write hardboiled noir…

Different literature genres

Huh. More reels than I would’ve thought. They sneak up on you!

And with that, it’s time to head back to doing absolutely nothing while, in the background, nurturing my imagination to see what else it comes up with.

Do all y’all have an all-time-favourite reel or short video to share? If so, drop the link in the comments!

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In which the author shares cool geeky updates

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July 26, 2025

I love it when a bunch of things I’m juggling pay off all at once. To outsiders, that looks like magic. To me, that’s the result of a lot of work.

I’ve heard back from a few film festivals, and they want me in! There are a couple I’m not yet allowed to announce (because they give the filmmakers the good news before posting the results online), but the one I can absolutely mention here and now is the 11th annual Ridgway Independent Film Festival (RIFF), held in the beautiful Ridgway, Colorado. Never really been to Colorado (in some alternate universe, I’d be hiking through it right around now…), but I look forward to visiting it! The festival will be in mid-October. If any of you are around those parts, drop me a line – let’s hang out, eh.

Yesterday, I signed the contract for my sixth short story publication, huzzah! The story is “Hard as a Mirror of Cast Bronze” and it’ll run in Bullet Points magazine this October. The title comes from a Biblical allegory that tried to convey how futile it would be for a mortal to comprehend God-level plans. The premise of my story is somewhat similar: what if there was someone so brilliant, so off-the-charts great at integrating and weaponizing different fields of science, that she’d be destined to take over the world? Not only here, but in every single dimension. And what if an assassin sent to kill her found not yet another version of a megalomaniacal tyrant, but… someone entirely different? Wait till October to learn more!

After I signed that contract, that set off the final stage of my internal Rube Goldberg machine, because at that exact moment, I became eligible to join SFWA! (SFWA stands for Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers Association, aka the worldwide guild.) To join as an associate-level member, you need to prove you’ve earned at least $100 as a genre writer over the course of your life. Reader, I am very very proud to share that with this new story sale, my lifetime earnings equal exactly $100.78. Right past the finish line, woot! (It would’ve been funnier to land at $100.01, but I’ll take $100.78!)

And so… I filled out the long and detailed SFWA associate application yesterday, at long, long last, after many years of dreaming and planning and writing. It was a bit funny to encounter the “I am not a robot” checkbox during the application process. A very dry sort of pun, considering.

The form requested proof of earnings, of course. My sincerest apologies to the SFWA staffer tasked with reviewing and summing up all six contracts I uploaded. If you’re reading this, my SFWA friend, and if we ever meet, I’ll buy you a glass of water. (The annual membership fee is $100, leaving me exactly 78 cents. Heh. Good investment, though.)

Joining the SFWA will grant me access to what might be the most exclusive message board in the world, with decades-old archives of SFF writers talking about life, writing, and everything else. Also, access to SFWA convention suites. Also also, the ability to nominate (and vote) for the annual Nebula award. Also also also, a not-insignificant level of protection in the event something goes haywire with a writing contract. And much, much more… I hope my application goes through before this year’s Worldcon, which will kick off in just three weeks. As a filmmaker with a short film and a live screening, and as the (hopefully) newest SFWA member, that’ll be one helluva week!

And, to wrap this up with even more good news – I started writing my third sci-fi novel! (This one, in a surprising twist, will feature zero time travel. I know, I know.) I’ll keep the title secret for now, but the working title is… let’s call it “Inhuman Insurance Inception.” That more or less sums it up. It’ll be a multi-POV tale of the ethics of assimilation in general and first contact in particular. Aliens and humans. Hackers and webcams. The so-called civilized humans and the isolated tribes. And more…

So far, I’m 4,000 words in, with an outline and a lot of juicy quotable tidbits already prepared, and I’m going to shoot for 2,000 or so words per day. It’ll be easy, considering the plot has been boiling inside my brain for many many months. Should be fun, eh.

And with that… Gonna sign off, watch some surprisingly poignant reality TV (I know, I know…), and get ready for another day of writing.

Hope y’all are having a wonderful weekend.

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The Worldcon of Future Past (short story)

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July 13, 2025

WorldConputer-5000 reviewed the agenda. “Bring me Grrrr Martin!” it roared.

“But Your Highness, he perished in a tragic trampoline accident 27 years ago,” said Bobby the Intern just before his shock collar went off.

“Then bring what’s left of him!”

***

“…stupid Conputer. Stupid internship,” Bobby muttered under his breath as he pushed the gruesome cart through the dank tunnel.

“Shh. Someone may overhear,” said Inga as she stepped out of the shadows. Bobby liked her: she always decorated her shock collar with fresh flowers, a luxury from above.

They hugged the wall as a squad of Tesloids marched by. Each Tesloid was an LLC, and thus a corporation, and thus had more rights than a mere intern.

“Do you ever dream about, um, the future?” Bobby asked as he and Inga slowly pushed the cart.

“Only all the time,” she said with a rueful smile.

“I want to become a full citizen,” Bobby said, “but I can’t handle 25 more years of this.” He didn’t specify. He didn’t have to.

Inga put her left hand on his shoulder. “Well, we can always become writers.”

At that, a terrible shriek emanated from a deep tunnel.

“Someone missed a deadline again.”

“How did it ever get this way?” Bobby asked. Inga always knew things others didn’t.

“Ever hear of exponential growth?” she asked.

He shook his head.

“Well, it’s when something grows forever, without bounds. It can get out of hand pretty fast…” Her voice trailed off.

“What do you mean?”

“Let’s say there were 673 short story nominees in 2025,” Inga said.

“Okay.”

“And in 2026, that number went up by 15%.

“Sure.”

“And then someone centralized the Worldcon by building that monstrosity, and it demanded 15% more output each year.”

“But that’s… That’s…”

“Unsustainable, yeah.”

Their conversation was interrupted by a wretched-looking hairy creature wearing a burlap sack. It ran out of a side tunnel, clutching a filthy keyboard.

“You’ll never get me alive!” the feral writer shouted as three Tesloids gave chase.

They disappeared out of sight. No screams followed.

“Things can’t go on like this,” Bobby said once his heartbeat finally slowed down. “There must be something – anything – we can do.”

Inga stopped and gave him a slow, appraising look.

“Tell me,” she said slowly, “have you ever heard of time travel?”

“Pfft. Fairy tales,” he said with an eyeroll.

Inga’s expression didn’t change. Could it be… Was it possible this wasn’t a prank?

“No way,” he whispered, his eyes wide.

“I’m with the Resistance, Bobby. We have a working prototype. Join us – join me – go back in time, change this timeline.”

“…I’m in.”

“I knew you would be.”

THE END

This short story (flash fiction, really, at 443 words) was written completely spontaneously, when I got visited by a muse. (The muse took the form of a bowl full of pasta with ketchup. Mmmm, carb rush…) I was reading this excellent Bluesky thread by Abigail Nussbaum, a Hugo Award-winning critic and author. In her thread regarding the future of the Worldcon, she wrote, “One thing that the reactions to this thread have really crystalized for me is how amorphous the demand to centralize the running of the Worldcon actually is. After years of having this conversation, I still haven’t seen even a vague sketch of what it would look like.”

The words “even a vague sketch” inspired me, the first skeet came unbidden, and then, well… It was too much fun to stop at just one!

And now, dear reader, there is at least one vague sketch of what the centralized Worldcon would look like. (A very very unserious sketch, but a sketch nonetheless.) You can read my original skeet thread over here. (Yes, we call them “skeets” over yonder. No, we won’t change.)

…it would be pretty funny if after everything I’ve written, after all the sci-fi films I’ve made, this got nominated for the Best Related Work. Heh.

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In which the author takes performance-inducing drugs

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July 12, 2025

…by which, to be clear, I mean caffeine and sugar. Mostly caffeine, really. So much caffeine.

I know this is ultimately unhealthy, and I know that Brando Sando (allegedly) doesn’t even consume coffee, but he’s the unattainable ideal of us writers. (The man wrote a bunch of full-length novels in secret while writing his regularly scheduled books during the lockdown.)

On the other hand, there’s Stephen King and Philip K. Dick, both of whom abused hard drugs with gusto. King said there are entire novels from that part of his life that he simply doesn’t remember writing, and PKD’s output was legendary – until he died of stroke at 53. (To be fair, even goody-two-shoes folks can get fatal strokes, and it can’t be proven that the drugs played a part.)

And then there’s me, chugging an extra-large black coffee with a Tim Hortons donut, which had been preceded by a passable cup of coffee and an above-average slice of chocolate cake at a fun little coffee date… The nature of my creative fuel is almost hilariously geeky by comparison, but hey, if it works, it works.

During the long walk home (the damn bus strike – still – but also, the weather was perfect), an old seed of an idea finally sprouted and, well, I aim to spend the rest of the night typing up the first draft of my first foray into a horror story. (With heavy sci-fi elements, of course, because come on…) Then I’ll sleep on it (after binge-watching a few more episodes of Alone), apply several coats of edits and shoe-shine – and then it shall join the ranks of my as-yet-unsold short stories and start the big bounce between the genre magazines looking for this sort of thing.

And now… Time to type, eh.

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In which the author dreams of film festivals

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July 11, 2025

Ever since my early retirement four years ago, I’ve been trying to have one big theme, one grand adventure per year. Last year, it was my quest for a literary agent: that one took a while, and required writing a whole new novel on top of the existing one, but it finally worked. (I’m very very happy to be represented by Brandy Vallance of the Barbara Bova Literary Agency.)

This year… Well, this year is going to be even more ambitious. About a year ago, I made my first-ever short film, Please Don’t Send Help. I created it using NASA’s archival footage, a $15 budget, and a whole lot of editing, which I learned on the fly. (Pro tip: DaVinci Resolve is amazing free software!) That got me into the Brookly SciFi Film Festival in, well, Brooklyn in October 2024, and then a much bigger festival, Dam Short Film Festival in Nevada just a few months ago. And now I’m hooked, eh.

The theme for this coming year will be “never-ending film fest party.” I’ve made a few more short films since my first one: How to Prepare for Time Travelers in the Workplace, So Long and Thanks for All the Bandwidth, Species Spotlight: Humans, and Drive Me to the Moon. (Good titles are very important!) The last one is my secret weapon, which I’ll try to send out to the biggest festivals of them all. I used the other three, along with Please Don’t Send Help, as part of my shotgun approach to film festival applications: I submitted those four at the same time in hopes that at least one of them will get their sci-fi curator’s attention. And if they don’t – well, life goes on.

Below is the full list of festivals I’ve submitted my films to thus far. My main criteria were reputation, vibes, and hospitality. (There are some small-ish fests on this list that nonetheless have a stellar reputation.) I’ll revisit this post in about a year, once everything is done. I’m sharing my list in the interest of full disclosure: if any other newbie filmmaker is reading this, I hope they’ll find my strategy helpful!

These film submissions ranged in price from free to $50 per film, and I’m not gonna lie – this cost me a pretty penny. However, a) if this works as planned, then I’ll spend the entirety of October and March bouncing from one amazing party to another, and b) if I get in, there’s usually an alumni discount (i.e., no need to pay the submission fee again in the future), and c) this is an adventure, eh!

I don’t expect to get into all 100% of those (though it’d be neat to get into the one in Finland: Quebec sponsors their filmmakers’ flight to that one!), but I think I have a fair chance with quite a few of them. Time will show how this grand project will play out: hubris, glory, a bit of both? We’ll see.

And so:

FestivalLocationDate
Festival de Cinema de la Ville de QuebecQCSept 10-14 2025
Cindependent Film FestivalCincinnattiSept 18-20
Healdsburg International Short Film FestivalHealdsburg, CASeptember 26-28
Cordillera International Film FestivalRenoSeptember 25 – 29, 2025
Portland Film FestivalPortlandOctober 1-5
ReadingFilmFESTPAOctober 9-12
Tallgrass Film FestivalWichita, KansasOctober 16-19
Hamilton Film FestivalOntarioOctober 17 – 26
SPASMMontrealOctober 22 – November 1, 2025
Coast Film & Music FestivalLaguna Beach, CANovember 1-9
Yucca Valley Film FestivalYucca Valley, CANovember 7-9
Centre Film FestivalPANovember 10-16
Cucalorus Film FestivalNCNovember 19-23
Utah Film FestivalUTJanuary 1-5 hahaha
Lookout Wild Film FestivalChattanooga, TNJanuary 10-18
Dam Short Film FestivalNevadaFeb 11-16
Beaufort International Film FestivalSCFeb 17-22
Sedona International Film FestivalAZFeb 22-Mar 2
Tampere Film FestivalFinland!Mar 4-8
Sonoma International Film FestivalCAMarch 25-29
Fargo Film FestivalNDMarch 17-21
Cleveland International Film FestivalOHApr 9-18
Julien Dubuque International Film FestivalIowaApr 18-25
Atlanta Film FestivalAtlantaApr 23-May 3
Stony Brook Film FestivalNYJuly 17-26
The Norwegian Short Film FestivalNorwayJune 11-15-ish
Nevada City Film FestivalCA (the “Nevada” part is a red herring)June 19-22-ish

And now I wait… Yesterday, the first of these festivals got back to me: ReadingFilmFest has accepted Please Don’t Send Help, so I know where I’ll be around October 10th! One down, 26 to go, woooo!

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In which the author gets his daily steps – and then some!

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July 10, 2025

If my eventual cause of death isn’t “misadventure,” I will be very very surprised. For anyone in the distant future trying to make sense of my life and/or to create a facsimile virtual mind (good luck with that, bud), this here is a fine example of one of the core parts of my personality…

Quebec City’s bus drivers are on strike. Again. This time, the strike is 13 days long, timed specifically to coincide with the gigantic annual music festival, FEQ. I had been under the (very wrong, very misguided) impression that the strike had ended. That was incorrect.

When I got up, my plan for the day was fairly simple, as those things go: take a leisurely 90-minute walk (yes, 90) to the local Ikea, enjoy their 50% off Thursday dining hall, get a few tiny parts for my bookshelf (each move takes its toll, eh), then take the bus to the tourist sector, return a couple of library books, pick a new book, then rush back to the bus to take advantage of the 90-minute bus pass window, and head home. Easy-peasy, right? Wrong.

The 90-minute hike went fairly well: I got to experience a new (and not very impressive) part my city firsthand, with my own feet and nose and eyes. The Ikea visit was only partially productive, but their diner was fine as always. And then… Well, then I realized I could either walk 90 minutes back home, or 150 minutes (that’s 2.5 hours) to the tourist sector (aka Old Quebec), followed by a two-hour hike home afterwards. Reader, I chose option B.

I have two legs, high stamina, and way too much stubbornness for my own damn good. (Incidentally, this is yet another reason women usually live longer than men.) If I went home, I might as well have postponed all my library-related plans for 96 whole hours, assuming the strike ended on schedule. I support the drivers’ right to strike, but I also refuse to stay put. My 2022 PCT thru-hike is partially to blame: after you walk from Mexico to Canada, from that point on just about anything is in walking distance. It’s only a matter of logistics, really.

And, well, that’s how I got my 56,800 steps for the day, aka 28.4 kilometers or 17.6 miles. With a roughly 10lb backpack on my back. Also got a damn fine dose of vitamin D, and a bit of a sunburn on my face, but it wouldn’t be the first time. (Though, admittedly, the contrast between my arms (currently a nice shade of brown) and the rest of my body (Snow White’s long-lost brother from another mother) is mighty hilarious.

No regrets. Ever.

In creative news, my debut film (Please Don’t Send Help) has been accepted by two film festivals! One has asked me to postpone the announcement till later (secrecy makes everything more exciting), and the other one is ReadingFilmFest, an annual film festival held in the town of West Reading, PA. I’ve never been to Pennsylvania in my life, so it’ll be exciting to attend that fest in person in October. (Their generous assistance with lodging is much appreciated!) I’ll make another post soon about my rather ambitious plans to make a film festival circuit of my very own… ReadingFilmFest was definitely part of that list. One down, many more to go!

And now, time to lean back, enjoy a big cold beer, and play some Stardew Valley to unwind… Aww yeah.

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