The early fruits of my real writing career – not just stories generously presented online on my behalf, but work out there in the dog-eat-dog world of commercial publishing…
…um, well, actually…
The Glass Sealing
My first published novel: a Steampunk adventure in which an industrial heiress takes a stand against convention and a disgraced engineer leads a working class revolution. Like the sound of it? So did I, but unfortunately the publisher went under in early 2015, which means it’s no longer available.
That will change, eventually, but if you don’t already have a copy all you can do currently is read about it on Goodreads.
Lucky or Unlucky? 13 Stories of Fate
The second (unofficial) anthology of stories by writers from the forum SFFWorld, compiled and edited by the talented N. E. White, of which one is mine: Thirteen Bullets, a horror in the old west featuring bodily possession, dazzling gun-play and conversations about quantum theory.
Wars to End All Wars
2014’s anthology of stories by writers from the SFFWorld forum commemorates the centenary of World War One. My story, The Foundation, is a supernatural examination of why we should never forget the tragedies of the past–but also that how we remember them is important too.
Most of what I have out there really is out there: click the title, read it in your web browser. These are the ones that kept me going–not in terms of money, but like the milestones you pass on a loooong journey. Each one says you’re a little bit closer.
This section could–should–really be called MYTHAXIS, since it is at exactly that clean, simple sf webzine that the next five pieces are to be found, waiting, for your eyes only. And let me take this opportunity to thank the editor for taking them on.
Inspired by one of my favourite sf classics–Stranger in a Strange Land–and one of my favourite 1970s cinema satires–Network–this is a story about the future of religion and entertainment news.
One of two off-kilter flash fiction pieces about tampering with oneself. This one the body…
…this one the mind. The second of those two weirdy flash stories about self-interference I was just talking about.
Another piece of flash fiction, exploring the potential ramifications of suppressing the healing power of grief.
Another, yes, another Mythaxis flash fiction, this one about foolishly working yourself to death in search of the singularity.
And the last–for now at least–of my Mythaxis flash fictions, a tongue-in-cheek piece of Americana about keeping up with the Joneses and having the neighbourhood’s best ride.
Finally, a piece not published by one of my close personal friends who owes me a life-saving favour. This is a “flash suite”, that is, a multi-part story in which each piece is no more than a thousand words long. It was a competition entry on the unique website Defenestrationism, where it took the coveted (they assure me) Dark Horse Accolade, and delighted I was to receive it. The story now enjoys pride of place in one of my own books, Absences, but you can still get a taster of it through the window…
Not my usual thing, although it is a genre I intend to spend more time working in.
A short anti-bullying tale commissioned for the appropriately named Young Adult Magazine (requires free registration to view). Also my first paying gig!
Also not my usual thing–I do a bit of reviewing from time to time, just not usually for anything other than my own blog, The Cartesian Theatre Review. So, whut damn fool wanted to take one of those off my hands?
A guest review of David Wong’s comedy-horror novel John Dies at the End, written for The Bill Ryan’s annual month-long scarefest The Kind of Face You Slash. I hear an ugly rumour that he won’t be doing another one. The world’s a poorer place if so.
A review of The New Yorker‘s 2010 short fiction collection 20 Under 40, of which two stories in particular really lit my fire. A competition entry that didn’t win, but was obviously good enough to because they asked if they could publish it anyway.
I happen to be a member of a handful of writers groups, one of which engages in weekly live-writing activities. By way of a salute, here is an example of the kind of fun we get up to at the Madrid Writers Club.