19 Feb 2017
My goodness, the deadline for Hugo nominations is less than a month away. I want to get my nominating done early, because deadlines like that tend to creep up on me.
I read quite a few short stories last year. (Thank you, golden age of short fiction.) After all of that reading, I’ve narrowed it down to 10 stories I’m considering for my ballot. I don’t know how I’ll pick between them, because they’re all amazing. It was hard enough getting it down to 10.
So here’s my list. I’m putting it in alphabetical order by title. If you’re nominating, or just looking for some excellent short fiction, I encourage you to take a look at these stories.
“All Things Remembered.” John Richard Saylor, Lady Churchill’s Rosebud Wristlet
“The Elixar of Not-So-Digusting Death Smell.” Carlie St. George, Mothership Zeta
“Fish Dance” Eric Schwitzgebel, Clarkesworld
“Forever Now” A.E. Decker, Fireside Fiction
“For the Children.” Jamie Wahls, Mothership Zeta
“Lazarus and the Amazing Phoenix Kid” Jennifer Giesbrecht, Apex Magazine
“My Grandmother’s Bones” S. L. Huang, Daily Science Fiction
“The Spider” Rahul Kanakia, Daily Science Fiction
“We Have a Cultural Difference, Can I Taste You?” Rebecca Ann Jordan, Strange Horizons
“You Can’t See it ‘Til it’s Finished” Joseph Allen Hill, Liminal Stories
03 Dec 2016
Here’s a list of my stories published in 2016:
This is my favorite thing I had published this year. Steampunk and time travel, afternoon tea and proper ladies (who turn out to be not so proper after all), and a great deal of silliness.
Space poetry, an epic journey, an alien-godling and sentient sun.
Windows (4,000 words, Escape Pod)
Anthropology, archives, holograms, prophetic soup.
Memory and the relationship between the past and the present.
A look at what would happen if someone refused to have a wish granted.
This is my first year of eligibility for the Campbell Award.
25 Nov 2016
My story “The Forgetting Place” is up at Zetetic: A Record of Unusual Inquiry.
In the Forgetting Place, a person forgets two things—a memory of happiness, a memory of sorrow. Sometimes it is the same memory.
You can read the rest here.
This short, almost dream-like story was written in one burst and then revised several times. The idea came quite suddenly, and I can’t say exactly why. As an archivist, I think a lot about how memory affects our lives–both our personal memories and collective memory. If what happens before shapes what happens after, then how would a person be affected if she decided to give up the memory of a formative event? How would her understanding of the value of memories change over time?
Mostly, I didn’t think about these questions as I was writing that first draft, although I thought about them after. Instead, I had this image of a woman traveling back the way she had once gone–to the Forgetting Place.
14 Oct 2016
Time travel. Afternoon tea. Scandal. My new story, “Murder or a Duck,” is up at Escape Pod.
The convergence point, for once, was clear. To discover Mrs. Lane’s intentions, she only needed to determine if the park on Stanton Street still existed. If the park was there, murder. If not, the duck.
Read or listen to the rest here.
Many thanks to Amy H. Sturgis for her wonderful narration and Alasdair Stuart for the thoughtful comments at the end of the podcast.
I thought up this story because I’d forgotten to bring a book along while visiting some relatives. While everyone else was engaged, I started building what would become “Murder or a Duck.” I didn’t think I was going to write it, but then bits of the plot kept slotting into place, until it was churning along like a many-geared machine.
As for the duck…
I’m always surprised by the things from my past that find their way into my writing. For “Murder or a Duck,” I suspect some of the inspiration came from a game I used to play with my friends. It goes something like this:
“Would you like to buy a duck?” says Player One.
“A what?” says Player Two
“Does it quack?”
“Of course it quacks.”
The game continues when the second player asks the next person in line if she’d like to buy a duck.
The best part about this game is that, as more players are added, the response goes down the line. Soon, the game sounds like this:
“Would you like to buy a duck?”
I have many fond memories of playing “Would You Like to Buy a Duck.” Hours of amusement! This probably says a lot about me and my life choices.
Hope you enjoy the story!
29 Jul 2016
It’s up! You can find my story about an alien-godling and sentient sun in Issue Four of Mothership Zeta. Space poetry, an epic journey, and an ending that I hope will make you smile.
This story started with a prompt about the weather.
Every year, my writing group holds a flash fiction contest. It’s a super fun way to get motivated, with quick feedback from all of the participants. The catch? You only have one weekend to write the story, from initial brainstorming to completed draft.
“Eating the Sun” was the first story I wrote for one of these contests. When I saw the prompt about weather, I thought, “Well, the sun affects the weather.” I figured I couldn’t write about the sun unless it had a speaking role. The story unfolded from there.
I often don’t understand the heart of a story until after I’ve written it. After taking in the insightful feedback from my writing group, I let this one sit for a few weeks. In revision, I didn’t change much, but I did shift more focus onto the fourth planet–that hope of life, which I think is at the center of the story.
When I got the acceptance from Mothership Zeta, I was sitting on the floor at library storytime with my family. There was much huzzahing!
I’m super happy to see the story out in the world.