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Archive for November, 2009

Progress Report, in which I once more avoid the crash and burn

Logged 3.6K on Wet Work. And here’s an extra special Magic Meter to mark the occasion:

The end has come. First draft complete as of 11/25/09, 4:11 p.m. CST. The printout sits just over here, to my left.

I can think of many things I need to fix, but also many bits that turned out better than I had thought they would. Only a few months ago, I was on the wrong side of a second act that looked more like a brick wall. And yet I somehow found the story, as I always seem to do. I keep thinking that one of these days, I’ll crash and burn before I’ve had a chance to build my wings . . . but not this time.

A quick peek at the end:

Progress Report, in which I finally know how it all turns out . . . maybe

5.2K on Wet Work last week. Here’s Magic Meter, for your edification:

Climax has passed. All that’s left is the denouement and the tying up of a few loose ends. It’s going to take longer than I would like, but at least I finally know what’s going to happen.

I think. I’ve changed my mind on this ending a couple of times now, most recently as this morning. No, I’m not kidding.

I’ll finish this thing in the next few days–ideally, before Thanksgiving.

Here’s a quick peek at the climax:

Silence fell again.

Emily resumed her crouch, gaze focused on the broken door.

A soft sound from inside, something she couldn’t place.

"Make me wait," Emily said. "That’s fine. I can wait all night, if I–"

A huge black shape hurtled out of the door, snarling.

Write Club update: A tier one rejection from an anthology.

I’m out.

For Your Nebula Consideration . . .

Submitted forthwith is a list of my Nebula-eligible fiction for the current nomination period:

"Fuel," Cosmos (online edition only), April 2009 (short story)*
In a future of athlete worship and biological enhancement, the race is indeed to the swift–but what if you choose not to run?

"The Multiplicity Has Arrived," Orson Scott Card’s Intergalactic Medicine Show, issue 12, May 2009 (short story)
In over two centuries of politics in America, not much has changed . . . until now.

"Gone Black," Writers of the Future Volume 25, Galaxy Press, September 2009 (novelette)
On an isolated military base, one soldier has become too inquisitive about an alien prisoner of war.

"Canaan," Jim Baen’s Universe, issue 21, October 2009 (novelette)
The new mystery girl in Eric’s life is Not From Around Here. And some will stop at nothing to send her back.

"Ashes, Ashes," Tales of the Unanticipated, issue 30, Fall 2009 (short story)**
How do you let go of the past when the whole world has become haunted?

If you’re a SFWA member and would like to peruse any of these works, drop me a note in comments.

Thank you for your kind attention.

*Although Cosmos is an Australian publication, "Fuel" was published on the Internet and in English, and so is eligible according to Nebula rules.

**This one hasn’t come out yet. If for some reason it doesn’t appear by the end of the year, it won’t be eligible.