Tweaking

I haven’t been happy with my online bibliography since I first posted it. It was one long line of short story publications before any of the books came up (yes, I’m proud of that long line, but unless someone was looking just for that, it’s a lot to wade through). So, not that I necessarily think the books are more important, but I did put them first because there are fewer of them naturally and this makes them easier to find.

Is it better now? Yes? No? Anything you’d like to see included in the bibliography or elsewhere here that isn’t? Inquiring minds want to know!

Beneath Ceaseless Skies #79 – Double Issue

Beneath Ceaseless Skies #79 is now live. This is a double issue, with the latest Lord Yamada novelette, “The Tiger’s Turn,” as the lead story.

ToC:

Richard Parks – The Tiger’s Turn
Kat Howard – The Calendar of Saints
Nicole M. Taylor – A Spoonful of Salt
J.S. Bangs – The Judge’s Right Hand

The stories are free to read, but if you like what you find, consider supporting the magazine. It’s the most consistent source of literate adventure fantasy around.

Speaking of Lord Yamada, and for those who were wondering, the Yamada collection is still a go. It should be out from Prime Books in 2013. More information when there is some.

Note to Self: Doublecheck the issue number. Especially when it’s really, really early in the morning.

Hereafter, and After

This was my first limited edition. Naturally, I was proud of it, just as I was proud of the novella itself. It got good reviews and made the longlist for the British Fantasy Award (though not a finalist, darnit). As is normal for PS Publishing in the UK, the book was actually done in two separate limited editions–the regular limited (500 copies) signed by me, and the numbered, jacketed hardcover (300 copies) signed by both me and Andy Duncan, who did the introduction. A few weeks ago the numbered edition sold out. Late yesterday the publisher’s web site reported that now the 500 copy edition is also gone. They can still be found through a few dealers, but the publisher no longer has copies.

I’m of course happy about this. No one likes the idea of being the proud author of a limited edition that no one wants. But it’s a little sad, too. Sort of like saying good-bye.

More Incarnations Than Your Average Buddha

You can read the press releases and such here, but the upshot is that a fan has acquired the trademark to Amazing Stories™ that its most recent owner, Hasbro, abandoned. The plan is to revive the magazine in some form which, if it happens, will probably cement Amazing’s record, not only as the oldest, but the most re-incarnated magazine the field has ever seen.

I’m nowhere near old enough to have been around during its original incarnation, the acknowledged first magazine ever devoted to science fiction, but I personally can remember four…no, make that five revivals (six if you count the short-lived TV series), though I’m not sure the most recent version should count. Regardless, it’s safe to say that Amazing has died and been reborn…a lot. I’m not exactly sure why that is, but there’s something about the field, nostalgia or blind optimism, that simply refuses to let it go. You can see some of the same dynamic in place with the venerable Weird Tales, which has gone away and come back almost as many times. Continue reading

Something Wonderful

Yesterday’s email brought an offer to reprint a story of mine in an anthology that will also include several of my writing heroes. I’ll give details when I’m free to do so, but right now that’s not the point. The thing is, reprint offers and especially sharing a Table of Contents with other writers I enjoy and respect are a couple of my favorite things. My very first professional sale had me sharing a ToC with Roger Zelazny, and how cool was that? Then there was this most recent touch of something fine.

Which got me thinking, or more precisely, remembering. I’ve worked with and without writer’s groups, mostly without. One thing you sometimes get from a writer’s group that you don’t get as often working strictly alone is a little dash of perspective. In an earlier version of the Writer’s Group With No Name we had a member who was working on a romance novel. We’d read parts of it and thought it promising, but the story wasn’t coming quickly or easily for her. In the meantime, most of the other members of the group were working on short fiction, and a few of us were selling. At times the meetings would turn into gripe sessions about slow markets, slower payments, incomprehensible editorial decisions, the usual. All true and the bane of writers for practically ever, but our romance writer, working hard but still with nothing in shape to show an editor, was not impressed with the bitching.

She: “I can’t imagine what that’s like.” Continue reading