So plans for the chapbook from Spilt Milk Press are proceeding. John Klima and I are hashing out the table of contents, but the tentative plan is that the little book will collect six of my near-future SF storiesfour previously published, two new.
Publication date: May 2007? Stay tuned!
My review of the new French animated film Renaissance (opening today in selected U.S. cities) is available now at Sci Fi Weekly.
Epidode #24 of "ShunnCast" is now available, in which the soft tissues of the male body are held up for examination and misidentification, revenge is thereby extracted, and a terrible and uncommon sin is revealed to be not so uncommon after all. Plus, frontier prophet weds double sets of sisters!
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Epidode #23 of "ShunnCast" is now available, in which the propriety of Debussy is called into question, an impertinent hooker preempts Oingo Boingo, and the merits of harvesting one's own Christmas tree are put to the test and found wanting. (And a happy birthday to me!)
See also shunncast.
And if you have the inclination, my appearance this past Saturday on "Hour of the Wolf" can be heard here.
My appearance this morning on Jim Freund's "Hour of the Wolf" is now available to stream from the WBAI online archive.
(Or if that url doesn't work for you for some reason, try this.)
Over in her journal, sallytuppence posed this question: "I'd like to hear, either in comments or linked to an entry in your blog, about how you started writing. I don't want to hear that you were a writer ever since you could hold a crayon in your chubby little hand, no. I want to hear about how you got serious as a writer. What catalyzed it? When did you start thinking of yourself as a writer?"
Though I've talked about some of this before, I thought I'd repost my answer here:
I suppose you could say I got the crayons from my first grade teacher. I was in a combined first/second/third grade class at Buchanan Street Elementary School in Los Angeles when I was six. It was October and our teacher announced a Halloween short story contest for the class. All the entries would be read aloud, and the class would vote on the winner.
Most of the stories were happy little tales of ghosts and haunted houses. I, who liked to scare myself watching bits of "The Outer Limits" and "Night Gallery" on TV when I wasn't supposed to, wrote a little story called "Rattlesnaks [sic] and Cobras." It was a first-person story where the narrator gets attacked by shapechanging snakes in his backyard and dies.