A change of course.
What this Substack will be, going forwards.
"Oh, where are we going?" Said the brown dog to the hen.”- Bremen, PigPen Theater Co.
Hello, subscribers.
I apologize. This substack has meandered around, like a gelding following a loose peacock.
All while I wandered the world of contests and anthologies. Each story a lightning rod raised to the heavens, hoping for a lucky strike.
At the moment, I have the following out for consideration.
An entry in the current quarter of the Writers of the Future contest.
An entry already submitted for the next quarter of WOTF.
An entry in Baen’s Fantasy Adventure Award short story contest.
A submission to Alfred Hitchcock Magazine.
A submission to Raconteur Press’s Artifact Origins short story anthology.
The odds are not in my favor, but the practice is worthwhile. I’ve learned much about writing and editing over the past few years—and earned three honorable mentions from Writers of the Future in the process.
Critics talk of writers having a “voice." My voice? Noir with a Midwest accent. Action in waves, florid and dry. Think Lee Child, if he knew how guns worked.
It’s time for something new.
A new story is taking shape. An action thriller, twenty minutes in the future. This one is going to be released as a serial, one chapter at a time (details as they emerge!)
The rough draft passed 12,000 words yesterday. When I have 30k polished, it will be time to spill a few more of the beans.
Thanks for hanging in there, folks. The ride is about to get interesting.