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Week 9

One of my big and weird goals is to have a story published in every SFF magazine out there. Buuut that’d be pretty hard to do if I have no fantasy stories in my arsenal. (Or at least classic fantasy, not my fallback urban fantasy subgenre.)

And so… A 4,000-word story that explores the logistics (and side effects) of being a magical being in a typical Dungeons&Dragons type of world.

Week 10

A quick fun flash story! This one was for a submission call for stories about unusual gadgets. I took that weird premise and ran with it, worldbuilding more and more… And so an 800-word story was born.

And then, since it was a remarkably long flight with very patchy wifi (4 hours from Bangkok to Manila, 15 hours from Manila to New York), I went ahead and wrote a second flash story! It’s for the “What Elegant Stars” anthology and in one of my favourite formats – an encyclopedic entry. The grand total is 906 words: short and sweet and fun.

Week 11

This week’s story will be about a futuristic library. (Very meta, eh.) Aiming for roughly 1,500-ish words.

Now that I’m starting the PCT at last, I may have to downgrade or pause this solo challenge of mine. Might still write bespoke flash stories for anthology calls, but I will no longer be going on story submission sprees, like the 329 I’d sent off in January and February.

Or maybe I’ll use all that exercise-induce bloodflow to the brain to come up with cool poems! (This 2,653-mile trail is much more conducive to reading poetry than longer works, in any case.)

We’ll see – or, as Quebecers say, “On sera.”

I have a new story out!

“Ready, Set, Grind!” is a fun flash story I wrote during an online writing workshop (relentless self-improvement, eh) – and no, this time it’s not sci-fi, though it was inspired somewhat by my own hustling days when I was a warehouse grunt, chasing overtime shifts and always trying a new scheme to get rich, to escape, to change my station in life… Until it finally worked.

I hope you enjoy the story!

Week 6

This week’s story was a wild mix of sci-fi, horror, and dark humour, weighing in at about 1,650 words. Pro tip: it’s much easier to draft and edit if the entire story is a monologue! No worrying about the characters’ body language, no need to overthink whether you used the “said” speech tag a few times too many… Easy, eh.

After a couple of perfunctory, almost ritualistic submissions to two very fast, very competitive markets (both declined), the story is off to a fun anthology that had inspired it in the first place. I should hear back from them sometime in May, which seems almost impossibly far, considering my likely March plans…

As we say in Québec – on sera.

Week 7

At some point, every sci-fi writer gets tempted to write a response to Ursula K. Le Guin’s classic “The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas.” I gave into the temptation.

This week: an 1,800-ish word story about Omelas and Cold Equations and more!

Week 8

Accidentally wrote two stories instead of one. I realized Memezine had a 2/28 deadline, and it felt like a really fun project to be part of, so I put together a funny (and topical!) 850-word story for them. If they pass, I have 2 more markets lined up…

This week’s main story is based on one of my short films! (I’d written that script myself, too, just to be clear.)

It’s the age-old tale of a demon tempting a person with power and riches… Except that the demon is an AI (what else?) and it’s in space and they’re both women (or women-presenting, in any case).

I took more care than usual with it, but after six drafts (and at 2,483 words) it’s ready to send out, eh.

My new short story “When All You Have is a Time Portal…” is out in this week’s Black Cat Weekly!

It combines two of my hobby horses: hard sci-fi and political science. Syria’s civil war resulted in six million refugees, and that was enough to radically change Europe’s politics. What if it was 100 million time-refugees? And from 50 years ago, with hopelessly outdated skills? And what if you could encourage them (gently or otherwise) to get out of your era and skip another 50 years down the timeline?..

Read on to find out how that plays out!

I have a new story out in Neon & Smoke! “But with a Whisper” is a 1,000-word sci-fi tale about the futuristic fog of war, about manipulation, about individuality… It’s written in pentameter, because the world needs more pentameter.

The opening line (“She glitters as she falls amid the stars”) came to me in a dream, and the rest followed.

Enjoy!

https://www.neonandsmoke.com/issue-2/but-with-a-whisper

“An unlicensed poet! Grab him!”


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I have a new short story out in Foofaraw!

“The Weapons of World War IV” is my satirical intepretation of Einstein’s famous quote – because war is absurd by definition, and because it should be satirized, always and by all means

I hope you enjoy this 600-word flash story.

(Just now, a friendo informed me that Ray Bradbury’s 1952 story “A Piece of Wood” deals with the same premise. I’ve just read it over here, and it’s excellent. Also, good thing ideas can’t be copyrighted, eh?)

Free micro-story! “Yum”

You walk past yet another missing-person flyer. The new restaurant has a deal on their “special steak.” It’s unlike anything you’ve ever tasted.

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*sells four short stories in one day*

“Well done, universe, old chap. I’m glad we’re finally seeing eye to eye on this. Splendid!”

*gets 10 rejections in a row*

“Alexa, how do I join a monastery?”

*wakes up to find two new story sales*

“Oh, universe, you jolly rascal. You really had me going there, old friend.”

Ruminations

Sometimes I wonder what my ~140 pending submissions for poems and short stories are up to. The relative lack of replies in my inbox perplexes me so.

My best bad guess is that editorial teams all over the world are throwing chairs at one another and yelling at the top of their lungs as they argue -ardently and passionately – how best to phrase their acceptance letters.

Yeah… Yeah, that must be it.