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Last August, Jim Levin of the York Emporium bookstore and curiosity shop announced a writing competition. The only criteria were the story had to be under five thousand words and it needed to carry the title "Yesterday I Will". Inspired by a preview of Weird Tales' first One-Minute Weird Tale, I wrote a 69-word story that I thought was pretty funny. Fortunately, the judges agreed. The story made it to the final anthology, which I finally got to hold in my hot little hands at Balticon. No reviews so far, and it's only available through Fortress Publishing, Amazon and The York Emporium, but if you like new voices and edgy science fiction, this is the anthology for you.

And then there's my story... ;-)
jeanmarieward: (DuzWriter)
New story, set in ancient Mongolia, about a girl picked by a lottery to appease a dragon, needs beta readers.  It's about 10,000 words long, and not my usual style.  It's got a lot of emotionally scary stuff, but on the bright side, the structure's a lot better than "Siren Bridge" and I don't need the comments for at least a month.  Any takers?  Thanks in advance.  Cheers, Jean Marie


Dec. 26th, 2008 10:13 pm
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Not that I'm complaining, mind you, but why on earth would a site called link an Internet shopping blog  and another on dating to "Clear As Glass"?  Yes, glass ceramic cookware and human sexuality play key roles in the plot, but somehow, I don't think either are particularly supportive of the articles' intent.
Hugs and grins,
Jean Marie
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Christmas gets all the press, but December 26--Boxing Day or St. Stephen's Day (the Feast of Stephen in "Good King Wenceslaus")--was the celebration for working stiffs like me.  With that in mind, I've posted a present of free fiction on The Samhellion, the newsletter/blog for Samhain Publishing.  "Clear as Glass" is one of my very short stories (653 words), which means it came out of nowhere.  All I know is it woke me up at 8 a.m. on Christmas Eve demanding to be written. 

The toast is for an old friend who isn't here to enjoy it.  Stuart, one of only two teachers who became true friends, and John, his significant other, are the reason Greg and I still celebrate the holidays.  As my dad got sicker and sicker through the Nineties, our holiday trips home became exercises in familial penance.  The only thing which got us through was the knowledge that no matter how hard and cruel the Christmas, we would be enjoying dinner with Stuart and John the very next day.  Boxing Day was our celebration. 

Stuart left us this October.  But tonight I'll be raising a glass of sherry (his favorite libation) and sending good thoughts--and maybe a phone call--John's way.  They deserve all the thanks we can give.

Happy Boxing Day!


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