This year is ending on a bittersweet note as I transition jobs and begin doing whatever I’m going to do with my second novel. So. To make myself feel better, let me announce that I recently sold a poem to Mythic Delirium. Woohoo!
This marks my third fiction-y sale of the year which is a record for me. I’ve published more reviews in a year before, but fiction (and poetry) comes harder because I care more about it and am more like to agonize over it than churn it out and send it off. This is both good and bad and I’m working on getting out of my own way. The other two things I got out of my way this year were:
Father Pena’s Last Dance (a reprint of my 1st pro-sale story now slated to appear in Paula Guran’s upcoming anthology Blood Sisters)
The Burned Man, an original story set in my made-up world of the Raga and my second pub. with Beneath Ceaseless Skies. If you’re feeling the chill this Wintertide, you might consider going to warm (or perhaps terrify) yourself by its fire.
Now, all I have to do is survive the last installment of The Hobbit without losing my mind (why are there trolls with wagons? Why???) and we’ll go ahead and call this a Merry Christmas.