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Jesus died for somebody's sins but not mine.

And now, as Weird Al would say-- PAY THE BILLS! STATION BREAK!

So, in very good news, Eric Flint (I love his name. Isn't that such a superhero name?) at Jim Baen's Universe just let me know he's buying the Infamous Penis Tattooing Story, otherwise known as "The Rest of Your Life in a Day."

So, sometime next fall, those of you who have a subscription will be able to read all about Little Baby Matthew (who was also prone to catastrophic mistakes when he was nineteen, just saying) and his big brother Kelly, before Kelly... you know. And, um. Graphic, highly-researched descriptions of what it's like to have somebody stick ink-dipped high velocity needles into your dangly bits.

Sorry. Sorry.

Not so incidentally, Universe is in the middle of a subscription drive. It's thirty dollars for a one-year subscription, which is, I will admit, a fair amount of money. But it does get you access to fiction by some truly shiny people. And, ah. Me.

Additionally, there's one other sneaky thing, which they call the Universe Club. There are a bunch of levels at which one can join this thing. (I think the cheapest is fifty bucks. Again, not cheap, but there you go. Fiction costs money.) And there are a whole bunch of gimmicks and stuff, including, at some levels, getting yourself Tuckerized into a story by the author of your choice. (More money than I'll ever have, anyway. ) But the cool thing about this thing is that you get to read the galleys in advance. So, you can see grotty malformed pre-copy-edited versions of stuff by people like me. And mrissa. And kristine_smith. And papersky. And autopope.

And, um, famous people, too. *g*

Anyway, if you were interested in reading the stuff I have up there, or will soon have up, there are no less than three Promethean Age related stories (a short and two novelettes) and one Jenny Casey story. The first one--"The Cold Blacksmith," which is about Wayland Smith and a witch who grows roses, you know the one--is available now. It was in the first issue. The second and third--"War Stories," the Jenny story (yes, it does start "No shit, there I was"1) and "Cryptic Coloration," (otherwise known as the venom cock story, which is about Matthew and three of his students, one year before Blood & Iron ) are available now through the view-the-ARC thingy, and will be up for subscribers in February and June of next year respectively, I believe. The fourth is of course "The Rest of Your Life in a Day," which will be up in mere days, no doubt, knowing the efficiency of the folks at Baen.

Okay, there's that bit of pimpage taken care of. Now, on to more pimpage. (Good lord. There is no end. No bottom to my gall. It's true.) Andromeda Spaceways Inflight Magazine #26 is available now, and in it I have a long and hopefully erudite (but don't count on it) rant critical essay on The State Of The Fantasy First Novel. Let's be honest: it's just like this blog, but better-edited and actually thought through, rather than chucked at the page any which way. You might find it novel!

Also, last but certainly not least, another magazine that's done its part to keep my cat fed is having a fund drive this fall. Strange Horizons is free to all comers. It's a 501(c)(3) nonprofit organization, too, so if you live in the USA, your donations are tax-deductible. I've got another story coming out from them sometime in the next few months--"Love Among The Talus," know to readers of my blog as the Cold Rock Sex story. (Working titles. Don't you love 'em?)


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"Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?" - Christopher Marlowe

"Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?" - Will Shakespeare



"Jesus died for somebody's sins, but not mine." - Jim Morrison

"I wish I was born about a thousand years ago." - Lou Reed

"Jesus died for somebody's sins, but not mine."   --- Billy Idol
"I wish I was born about a thousand years ago." __|



So I'm listening to Billy Idol's cover of The Velvet Underground's "Heroin," which he mashes up extensively with the The Doors' "Gloria" (most famously performed by Patti Smith). It's rather good. (There's a whole bunch of samples in this thing too, but damned if I know what half of them are.)

Anyway, and again, it's got me thinking about the neatness that is the folk process, which is the fine art of taking existing material and pwning it. And using bits and pieces of things to illuminate other things. "Competent artists are influenced. Great artists steal."

Of course, as a synthesist, I would think that.




So far today I have written, gone to the gym, grocery shopped, put away the groceries, showered, blogged, fed myself, read contracts, and actually figured out what to write next in "Lumiere."

And I may wait until tomorrow to do it. Not sure. It seems I need to go back and actually write the first scene of the story, explaining what exactly the conflict is and what the characters think they're about. So, you know, I can derail it later.


(1) The difference between war stories and fairy tales is that fairy tales start "Once upon a time..." and war stories start "No shit, there I was..."

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