My latest short story is out in The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction. When I first started writing short stories, back in the 90s, F&SF was one of the 'big three' that I really wanted to get a story in to cross off my bucket list. The big three were Asimov's, F&SF, and Analog.… Continue reading A Little About My Story “Apocalypse Considered Through a Helix of Semiprecious Foods and Recipes” Now Out in The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction
Writer's Digest is celebrating its 100th anniversary, which is pretty epic. At the same time, the parent company of F&W is also declaring bankruptcy. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times... I've been at the writing game since the early 1990s. I was a teenager when I first mailed off… Continue reading 100 Years of Writer’s Digest (#WritersDigest100): Some Thoughts
Two of Manny’s bodyguards kicked the door to my shitty, off-the-strip motel room door right off its hinges. I was waiting for them by the peeling door jamb with a taser.
Traveling a lot for a job opportunity can be exhausting and bewildering.
I have a new story out in the world today. It is called "Galactic Tourist Industrial Complex" and you can find in the anthology New Suns: Original Speculative Fiction by People of Color, edited by Nisi Shawl. I was very honored when Nisi reached out to me to see if I would write a story… Continue reading A Little About My Latest Story “Galactic Tourist Industrial Complex” (Launching Today in New Suns: Original Speculative Fiction by People of Color)
People often ask me what tools I use to write with. I've created this page to summarize all my favorite tools to write with, but keep in mind the best tools for you to write with are the ones that work for you. All of these items are linked with affiliate links, I get a… Continue reading What Tools Does a Professional Fiction Writer Use?
The first time I threw myself at the claws of the reaper everyone assumed it was a mistake. Surely, said the reapermaster, she must have stumbled into its track. Though, we’d all been taught since we could walk to avoid the great creatures.
So each year I have made a promise to myself to blog more, or use this site as a better center of all my activities. And each year I failed.
I came to town, as begged by telegraph, as speedily as I could to see about the problem of the women who’d all thrown themselves to death off Rushtown Gulch.
Something crashed through the underbrush, and the insect-like shadows crouched about the fire jerked awake, sensors gleaming in the angry red firelight as they cried out in alarm on frequencies audible and inaudible: “Who goes there?”