it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken

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begin as you mean to go on

Well, I'm supposed to be working on short stories through the end of May, and I have a stack of unfinished ones here. So it is time to invoke the First Line Meme, with its superstitious baggage that posting the first bit of unfinished stories eventually leads to their finishing.

I'm down, actually. Only ten shorts in the queue, and I suspect that two of those may wind up abandoned for all time.

So, here's what I would like to get done this year:


All the Windwracked Stars
(this will be a ground-up rewrite, but I have seventy pages done.)

He was born white, until she burned him.

Ink & Pen [the novel formerly known as the first half of The Stratford Man: this one needs revision, but I won't know what sort of revision until I know who will be editing it, as the editor who bought it is leaving that publisher. This is, as you might expect, a source of some ongoing stress.]

Christofer Marley died as he was born: on the bank of a river, within the sound and stench of slaughterhouses.

Short Fiction:

"Bone and Jewel Creatures"

As Bijou grew more frail, her creations grew more Byzantine.

"Dark on Wednesdays"

The Tower of Babylon rose through the veil of transplanted jungle foliage and piped-in orchid scent to scrape a desert sky burned almost colorless by the Nevada sun. Visible the entire length of the Las Vegas Strip, it collapsed in fire and fury six times daily, six days a week, wind conditions permitting.

For a premium, you could ride it down.

"The Death of Terrestrial Radio"

The first word was meant to be spoken quietly, if it should ever be spoken at all.

"King Pole, Gallows Pole, Bottle Tree"

The ghosts from the dam always come in the summer.

"On Safari in R'lyeh and Carcosa with Gun and Camera"

"We wouldn’t be having this problem if you'd flunked Algebra."


After the tipping point, recursion becomes a fatal cascade.

"Skull Ring"

All in all, Ang had expected death to be a bigger deal.


It's harder to get good roles when you're dead.


The secret to getting away with murder is to tell no living soul. The secret to getting away with lying is to believe with all your heart.

"Your Collar"

When they dragged you from your labyrinth, they collared you in gold.

Tomorrow, I start working on "King Pole, Gallows Pole, Bottle Tree."  Oz has spoken. Meanwhile, there's a fanfiction bunny throwing me clever lines of dialogue without a plot attached.

That is not overly helpful.
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