I just wanted to let everyone know that I have made my first-ever submission of a short story for publication (and that I’m still alive, not that one has anything to do with the other).
It’s one that has been in the works for many months. I got to about 3,000 words, but got stuck on how to end it. So I let it sit for a while, and started three others in the interim.
But then I saw a call for submissions for an anthology looking to include some new writers. I thought that with a few tweaks that it would fit well with what they were looking for. So I set out to finish it. Of course, life got crazy right around that time. Continue Reading
PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright-Roger Bultot
After a long absence, here’s a Friday Fictioneers entry for this week. I’m still swamped, so I may not be able to keep it up, but this pictures just spoke to me.
Genre: SF Thriller
“Oh my God, look!” said Sarah. Continue Reading
I hadn’t planned this initially, but I’ve just got too many things going on, and blogging has had to take a back seat (where it sits, piled up with everything else awaiting my attention). I haven’t even finished my spring cleaning yet, and it’s already summer.
I have three short stories I’m trying to finish. Yeah, I know, I should finish one before I start another. But I was most of the way through a rather long one, and got stuck on how to wrap it up. Then a news article inspired another one, so I dove into it, while I pondered the first one. But part way through that, while trying to take a nap, one popped into my head virtually complete, demanding to be written immediately. So now I’m planning to work my way back through all three of them, and get them submitted, before I start anything new.
Then there’s all the usual. The family is demanding more of my time, and we have to get out and enjoy the pathetically short Canadian summer while we can. I have volunteer commitments to keep up with. My TBR list continues to grow. And of course there’s the work I have to do to pay the bills.
I may still write a Friday Fiction entry if a picture inspires me, and I’m going to try to write reviews for my favourite books as I finish them. But otherwise, I probably won’t post much, if at all, until at least September, more likely October.
Enjoy your summer.
Going Dark by Ann Christy
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
This is a novella set in the world of Hugh Howey’s Wool stories, the first in a series of four about Silo 49.
Silo 49 is in trouble, with water contamination causing cancers and stillbirths, leading to a steady decline in the population. Silo 1 is ready to terminate them. Graham, the head of IT, recruits his best friend Wallis, the Mayor, and a dying electrician, in a desperate bid to save their silo.
I really enjoyed this book. It didn’t quite grab me the way Howey’s stories did, but I didn’t find anything specifically wrong with it. I guess it’s just the indefinable difference between a good author and a great one.
If you’ve enjoyed the Wool books, I think you’ll enjoy this one too.
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Little Brother by Cory Doctorow
My rating: 6 of 5 stars
This is one of the best techno-thrillers I’ve read in years, and undoubtedly the most important.
It’s already been compared to 1984, and I agree. This is 1984 for the Internet age. But rather than a projection of where Communist Russia/Europe was headed, this is a very real vision of where the United States may be very soon, with the role of Big Brother taken by the DHS. Continue Reading
The Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemingway
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I’m gradually updating my impoverished education on the classics, and saw this book listed as one of Hemingway’s best works, and a good example of Man-versus-Nature conflict, so I grabbed a copy and dove in.
It’s a simple story of an old Cuban fisherman, working by himself and desperate for a catch after 84 days with none. He goes out much further to sea than usual, hooks a marlin bigger than his boat, and battles it for three days before finally subduing it and lashing it to the side of his boat. His triumph then turns to tragedy as sharks gradually devour it as he sails home. He tries to fight them off, but they keep coming. He arrives thoroughly exhausted and defeated, with nothing left but the skeleton. But everyone is impressed when they see the size of it.
This was a quick read, and enjoyable. The character of the fisherman comes across as authentic, and the whole story feels plausible.
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My Friday Fictioneers entry for this week. Something a little different this time…
Joe loved foggy mornings. The mist chilled his skin, dampened his clothes, soaked his shoes. But it kept everyone else inside, muffled distant sounds. So peaceful.
If only his life could be. Continue Reading