I’ve been feeling a little lost in my writing life without a novel project to work on–yes, I know I had Tsarina, but that’s back on hiatus. There’s still no there, there–I have all the trappings of a story, and some fun concepts, but there’s no basic conflict to drive a story. I may go back to it, if something occurs to me.
I have been doing short stories. I’m doing pretty well at it, actually. They give me a chance to explore some new styles and formats. Right now I have out there:
“In The Driving Lane”, being published in the upcoming collection Sins Of The Future, followup to last years Sins Of The Past (and which I am reading at a bookstore Halloween party tonight.) It’s a cautionary tale, a kind Dangerous Visions style “If this goes on…” story.
“The First Man In The World”, being published in an anthology called All These Shiny Worlds. It’s a deliberate pastiche of early “hard SF”, a story about slower-than-light colonization of another star system.
“A Hill Of Stars”, being published in Cirsova magazine. It’s my take on what the editor called “Sword & Planet” fiction. I did a mashup of H P Lovecraft and E R Burroughs, setting it at the end of the Great Old Ones’ dominion over Earth, about sixty million years ago.
“The Silk Of Yesterday’s Gown”, submitted to an upcoming horror/romance collection called Forever Red. It’s a story about a polyamorous relationship between humans and unseely sidhe gone very wrong.
“The Darkest Hour Of The Night”, submitted to an upcoming collection of haunted house stories. It’s about a haunted garage with a twist ending that I hope actually works.
Next up, I am working on a “The Winter Children” for submission to a radio show that is looking for Twilight Zone style stories for adaptation to audio plays.
So, I really am staying busy, it just doesn’t feel like it. I think somewhere deep inside I feel that short stories aren’t “real” writing.
Ah, well–I need to work on that.
See you in the funny papers.