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His Nameless P.I. character prods buttock.
Oh, and er, I might have a story hidden away somewhere, too.
That, my friends, is the sound of ‘Things I Discovered When I Went Time Travelling Last Year’ being sent to the EscapePod slush pile via my super-duper handy-dandy Transporter Ray.
I just began and finished a short story. It’s for one of Thom’s projects, and may be available online at some point in the future. If/when it is, I’ll put up a link.
It featuresthe end of the world as dinosaurs knew it and slightly deranged academics and fucking ginormous squids.
One of the fun perks about having writery friends is that they put you in stories every now and then. Here are my appearances to date:
Skull Ring by Thom Brannan, in which I ride around on a woolly rhino and fight Lovecraftian monsters while dressed as Lara Croft. Extra hilarity if you know how I usually dress.
The Sad Saga of Tyrannosaurus Tex by Matthew Baugh, in which I’m a schoolmarm who’s in love with a Tyrannosaurus. I was the inspiration for Miss Laura, but I feel such a profound connection with my fellow Tyrannosaurus-fancier, that I can’t help but identify with her directly.
The only bad thing about my appearances thus far is that it’s set the bar so high, I don’t think anyone could possibly follow it up.
Thom has made me a character in his series of short detective stories. I’m a storyline developer working on a Mythos-tinged videogame, and I have a love for sloths and arcane books.
I have been neglecting many things recently, and this blog is one of them. Time to get back into the blogging saddle and remedy this.
Right, I’ve been doing a lot of writing and writing-related things the past two weeks.
Reginald was sent off to Fantasy Magazine, and rejected promptly and politely. It is now… somewhere else I don’t quite remember. Ah, Apex. I have no idea if it’s scifi, but it’s got a robot, and it wasn’t what Fantasy Magazine was looking for, so I figured I may as well give it a go. There won’t be a place that it’s obviously right for, until Dickensian Steampunk with Lovecraftian Undertones Quarterly is established.
I wrote a story about two genderless telepathic aliens called George and Henry witnessing the end of sentient life in the universe for the Footprints anthology. I’ve never been so flippant about the end of the world before.
I’m finally writing the Susan and Mitchell novel. I had a number of novel ideas for these two, including my NaNo effort from a few years ago, Downstairs, which is essentially Alice in Wonderland meets The Shaver Mystery. I have combined that with the knife crime story and my crappy old short story Subscription to come up with what I’ve tentatively titled Stretchmarks. It’s currently at 31000 words, 21000 of which I’ve written for NaNo ’08.
I have been press-ganged by privateer Thom Brannan to serve on the good ship I’m Not Sure If I Should Mention This. It’s rad as hell, and I’m currently trying to find a way to contribute to this project without making an arse of myself and the material I’ve been given to work with.
I’m also trying to bring order to the chaos that is the Dickensian Steampunk with Lovecraftian Undertones time travel novel I’m working on with Matthew Baugh, who is awesome. (I am going to dominate this genre, let me tell you.) It’s difficult, and it’s taking way more time than I anticipated.
And, while all this is going on, I’m trying to find a way to get through college. I’ve sort of decided to take two years to complete the final year of my Bachelor’s course, because I want to do lots of extra subjects and get lots of excellent grades, so that I can get into any Master’s program I want. Although I’m 99.9% sure about this course of action, I still feel the need to do every damn thing that’s coming my way, which involves three presentations and five essays in about three or four weeks.
Oh, and I sent Prada and the Giant Sloth to GUD magazine. I forgot how much fun it isn’t to wait for submission replies.
Since the last update, my family has gained a new member! No, I haven’t squeezed one out. My parents got a cat. His name is Gimpy. Seeing as he’s the only one in our family who is completely healthy, we needed to gimpify him, if only in name. He’s wonderful. He also attacked my face this morning, so I’ve got a scratch on my nose. Unfortunately it is small, so I can’t make up a story about the badass way I gained said scratch.
Peace out, yo.