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Archive for November 16th, 2009

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.

Progress Report, in which I am still unsure

Another week, another 5K on Wet Work. And another Magic Meter, back from the Land of Technical Difficulties:

Alert readers will notice that I’ve given up on 100K for this novel. It just ain’t gonna happen. I’m pretty confident I’ll at least get it over 80K. I guess I can live that.

Final climactic confrontation is dead ahead. And would you believe that even now, this close to the end, I still am not sure how it will resolve itself? I mean, I think I know who’s going to make it and who won’t–but the blocking for the scene still hasn’t been worked out. I guess I’ll know when I get there.

Want a peek?

She looked to the other security monitors in front of Barry. Most of them showed unremarkable shots of the shelter from various angles, but on one of them–one of the dormitory views, though she couldn’t tell which–she glimpsed a strange flicker of light.

A piercing siren sounded throughout the building, loud enough to hurt. All three of them covered their ears at once.

The fire alarm was going off.

Movin’ on . . .