My story “Apocalypse Rock” is in print, in a far-out googoogajoob anthology of trippy Beatles fantasies, alongside stories by David Gerrold, Cat Rambo, and others.
“This collection is a Magical Mystery Tour through alternate universes where the familiar narrative of the Beatles is turned on its head. Or ear. Or ass. It’s fun, irreverent, sexy, and twisted–just like the Fab Four themselves.” –Vicki Peterson, The Bangles
Publishers Weekly says: “Ranging from trippy fantasy to hard science fiction and zombie apocalypse mash-up, the stories in this anthology send the members of the Beatles on wild adventures through alternate timelines and universes…”
Chockablock with gross candies, this is the best book about labor, environmental catastrophes, and drunk, angry Oompa Loompas ever written.
The young Lady Drain lives in a dreary Compound, with no friends or siblings, and no companion except the cynical Bag, a sack of gravel from the driveway. When the visiting Lady Wince steals a prophecy meant for Drain, the latter pours a grave-wind over Lady Wince, inadvertently burning her face away to the bone. Haunted by dark dreams, and crippled by a strange metal toy, Drain and Bag venture through a surreal landscape to find their enemy and ask forgiveness. Meanwhile, a Monoceros, alive on his right side and dead on his left, seeks the Unrealtor who tried to kill him and half-missed.
A collection of stories about The Rude Mechanicals, galaxy-juggling super robots who never really do anything successful or amazing. They lost poetry contests, they disappoint platypi. Many of these were previously published in Space Squid – this is a “fixer” novel that links the stories together with new material.
Who needs that “old” Bible? This one is much improved.
Written in 1996 in Taipei, and, I hear, still being passed around the expat community there, this is a sprawling tale of a lost letter X and the end of the world.
Indeed, books have been written. A couple are available (try the links), the rest are not available in stores (go figure) but you can PM me and I can send you a copy.
New horror piece, “Fed” in Jitter Press.
Great magazine, and I’ve always wanted to contribute. And they gave it a killer illustration too!
Stopped writing stories this summer. It’s because something new and large is in the works. To be announced shortly.
Some stragglers continue to come in. Stories in The Fabulist and the Missing Pieces anthology should be appearing soon.
I’m really happy with the way this story came out. One of those “one hour miracle” writing experiences. I had the list of weird flowers sitting in my notes for about a year, and one night they just sprouted strange fruit.
“Let The Day Be Darkness”
A few rejections lately, but one good acceptance today. I’m trying to move away from flash pieces and write longer-form. It’s harder – both to write longer pieces, and to place them. Pages must be turned. Interest must be held.
On the reading front, I finished Joe Haldeman’s The Forever War. I wanted to like it, but some aspects have aged pretty badly. The Future-Where-Everyone’s-Gay in particular is kind of eyerolling.
Also, could not quite finish the first book in Foundation (I know, I know — call yourself a sci fi writer?). I do love the faster-than-light ships that deliver mail.
Next to read: Joy Williams’ The Changeling, which has been recommended lots.
Advice to readers: buckets, eggs, the Sombrero Galaxy, General Sheridan, teeth.