Meanwhile…

Who’s got two thumbs and just showed up on the December table of contents over at Every Day Fiction? This guy.

Belated Happy Evacuation Day, everyone! Hope you didn’t murder too many people on your shopping sprees.

I mentioned a while back that some friends were shooting a short film. You can watch the trailer now! It is beautiful and devastating. They are in post-production now.

Also, some other friends have assembled the greatest band ever. Be warned: your brain may probably will explode. I have seen them live and spent the following weeks wandering the wilds, forgetting all I thought I knew about civilization. I returned to find reality a pale, depressing proxy. You can listen to and download their album here.

Got a nice, useful rejection notice last week (week before last? who knows anymore?). I’m going to give that particular piece a re-write and see if anyone else wants it. Still waiting to hear back about my Christmas story.

I’ve watched Hell on Wheels, and I’m enjoying it quite a bit. Walking Dead is kind of on a downward spiral. The action is great when it’s there, and there is enough of the original story from the comics in there, so it’s tolerable. But the pacing is often frustratingly slow and there are very few likable characters. I should want these people to survive, right? EDIT: Just hours after writing this I watched the newest episode, and I take it all back.

Mercier’s Flight continues to have no luck. The latest venue I submitted to, Britain’s excellent Murky Depths, has closed its doors. I had reason to believe the story stood a decent chance there, and it’s a market I’ve wanted to get into for a while, so I’m extra sad about this. I think I have another place in mind, but the response time there is something on the order of a year, so it’ll probably be a while before you hear anything more about the story I think is one of my best.

Meanwhile, I have a couple of flash pieces making the rounds, so maybe look for those over the next few months. Particularly around Christmas.

In other news, this volume of Fantastic Four taught me there is still oil in these cybernetics-enhanced tear ducts of mine. Gods speed, Johnny Storm. See ya in a few years when they resurrect you.