Greetings from the edge,
Things have been busy here in the broom cupboard. Between the blog, the short fiction, the articles, my computer repair work, the library, and trying to hammer my D&D setting into a professional-looking PDF, I have had very little time for anything else.
So I have decided to, rather than just pour out as much stuff as I possibly can, I’m going to set a reasonable and responsible timetable that won’t burn me out faster than a napalm curry, and that will still mean that I get to look myself in the mirror and call myself a writer, and have something resembling a personal life.
From here on, I will be posting to my blog on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and posting a new article to either Rambles and Whimsy, The Chop Shop, or Crying is a Free Action every Friday. I’m going radio silent until Monday the 18th (unless something massive and magical happens).
I have very big news from my story, The Bone Garden, not any news from Asimov’s yet, sad to say it is still sitting somewhere in an overworked editor’s box waiting for its moment to shine in that regard. But one of my players, a frankly ridiculously talented graphic artist who is looking to start doing comics as part of growing as an artist, has asked if they can make the story into a graphic novel. I’m not exaggerating when I say it is the single nicest compliment I have ever received about my work.
Currently, I am reading a few things: The Three-Body Problem, which remains inscrutable, my own woeful knowledge of the Cultural Revolution in China in general and my utter lack of knowledge of high-level mathematics in particular; notwithstanding, I think it is one of those books that you need to read twice to really ‘get’, but it could be down to my own woolly-headed wallification.
I am also reading a TPB comic book that was recommended to me, The Kryptonite Spectrum, it’s good old-fashioned Superman with new flavours of kryptonite that each have mind-bending effects on Kal-El, and being a complete mad lad, he decides to test them all on himself just in case Lex gets hold of them and does bad things. It’s from the same team that brought us Ice Cream Man, a horror adjacent series that I find beautiful and deeply depressing in equal measure.
The last book I’m dipping in and out of is The Dangers of Smoking in Bed, an English translation, naturally; it’s a collection of short stories, and I am loving it so much I already bought another of Mariana Enriquez’s books (Our Share of the Night).
So for now, it’s back to books, worldbuilding notes, and the slow construction of tiny imaginary worlds.
See you in the margins,
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