I do have bias, since I have a story in here, but I just finished reading through the whole anthology today, and while I can’t comment on a bunch of stories (since they’re eligible for the Aurealis Awards, of which I am a judge), I can say that this is hands down one of the strongest set of stories I’ve read in a long, long time. There is so much just downright good writing in here, and use of some really unusual mythologies. Even if I wasn’t in it, I’d be totally recommending it.
It is with much squee that I can announce that my story, The Skin of the World, will be appearing in the upcoming Ticonderoga Publications anthologyBloodstones, edited by Amanda Pillar.
For those following along with the patchwork quilt of my writing worlds, The Skin of the World is a prequel to the novel I’ve been working on (which is currently in a very messy draft that needs to be stripped to the bone), The White Raven, and also takes place in the same universe as Narthex, which was published in In Bad Dreams 2: Where Death Stalks. Yes, I like having interconnected stories!
Here’s a little peek into how awesome this is for me – not only do I get to work with Amanda again, who is an amazing editor (she was co-editor for Grants Pass), but there’s also this: a few months ago, I sat down and started making a list of goals I’d like to achieve with my career, including some of the publishers that I’d like to sell stories (or longer works) to. And Ticonderoga was on that list 🙂
The awesome table of contents:
Joanne Anderton, “Sanaa’s Army”
Alan Baxter, “Cephalopoda Obsessia”
Jenny Blackford, “A Moveable Feast”
Vivian Caethe, “Skin”
MD Curelas, “Smoke Gets In Your Eyes”
Thoraiya Dyer, “Surviving Film”
Dirk Flinthart, “The Bull in Winter”
Stephanie Gunn, “The Skin of the World”
Richard Harland, “A Mother’s Love”
Pete Kempshall, “Dead Inside”
Penny Love, “A Small Bad Thing”
Karen Maric, “Embracing the Invisible”
Christine Morgan, “Ferreau’s Curse”
Nicole Murphy, “Euryale”
Jessica Otis, “And the Dead Shall be Raised Incorruptible”
Stephanie Gunn’s “Ghosts” is another impressive offering in a now-rarely seen SF subgenre: life in an underground shelter after the bomb. Nadya and Mater are teenagers who have the mixed blessing of being fertile in a world where women give birth to genetic monsters and there are no doctors. Nadya’s father insists that she produce an offspring with Mater, but she has a different goal in mind. Visceral and concrete, like the bunker featured herein, “Ghosts” is among my favourite stories in Epilogue.
I am stupidly happy to be in this anthology, and totally chuffed that Guy enjoyed my story.
Today has been, so far, a productive day. Played with the kidlet for ages this morning, mostly building train tracks for him (holy crap is he obsessed with trains). We watched a bit of Peter Pan, which always makes me sad/happy. He is now napping, and the house is quiet except for the sound of windchimes outside.
It is a fairly bad pain day, despite me dragging out the heavy duty drugs. Air pressure changes are fun when you have fibromyalgia. Plus we haven’t gotten any actual rain here yet, which just makes it all not worth it. It has gotten overcast in the last half hour, though, so hopefully we’ll get some. It’s been a distressingly dry month, and tomorrow Perth goes into full sprinkler ban for winter, with little more rain on the horizon. Thankfully, our garden is mostly natives, which will survive, but I may need to get out and hand water the roses a little.
More organisation today. Finally diving into reworking the outline of Never. I’m making some major plot changes, and also pacing changes – most notably, I’m splitting most of my early chapters into much shorter ones. My brain is melting now, thanks to the weather, so I think it’s time to step away from the novel and rest/read for a bit while the kid sleeps.