I've started a fiction journal over here, which will be devoted to--you guessed it--fiction.
And never one to take things in small increments, the first crazy thing I'm doing is serializing a whole damned one hundred and fifty thousand word slipstream/fantasy novel. Free.
That's right, free.
The book is called All the Windwracked Stars, and the very first installment is up now.
There's a lot of elements that have played into my decision to do this: Cory Doctorow's experiments with web publication, my experiences in retail, and my firm belief that the best way to encourage readers to come back for more of what I write is to give them a taste and let them see if they like it. In a word, it's advertising.
I'm busking on street corners, and you don't have to pay me if you don't like the music. If you do like the music, there's an even better book available for pre-order from Barnes & Noble and from Amazon, and it would mean a great deal to my continued health, well-being, and happiness (not to mention my ability to feed my cats) if you would order it--or pick it up from your local bookseller in December.
In the meantime, however, there's Stars over there. Tell your friends. Hey, it's free!