Details here: I need to double-check whether they want the pitches for fiction tomorrow, or the actual submission. I have finally written it out (been thinking about it for a week), so I’m good either way. Still, the sooner it’s submitted the sooner I can get it either accepted, or rejected and thus ready to go out into the great wild world of the submissions merry-go-round. This one’s never been published, too, so it’s nice and fresh and has a better per-word rate.
Fugue State is a John M. Ford novel that I’ve never heard of before! …It’s probably a novella, at that. Which means: Fugue State is a John M. Ford novella that I’ve never heard of, before. Really, the only real difference here will be how long it’ll take me to read it.
And so, adieu to The Maker of Men and His Formula, which was frankly a little too disappointingly weird for my tastes.
It’s the kind of skulduggery that, a hundred and fifty years ago, would have ended with somebody getting stabbed during a dinner party. I’m not entirely joking. Writers can get really intense over getting screwed over their publication rights:
On Wednesday, December 28, All Romance eBooks–a romance-specific ebook distributor and publisher that also distributes general fiction and nonfiction through its OmniLit imprint–dropped a bombshell. In mass emails to customers and authors, ARe’s owner, Lori James, revealed that her company was closing, and that in lieu of full payment, authors and publishers would be offered a fraction of what they were owed.
Continue reading There is apparently RAMPANT skulduggery going on with All Romance eBooks.
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Far-future post-apocalyptic fantasy and non-evil necromancy. Hope you like it!
This one is a bit of a self-indulgence: this edition of The Maker of Men and His Formula (by Jules Foche) comes across as exactly the sort of conceit where a modern writer (in this case, Brian Stableford) pretends that the book he’s written is actually a ‘translation’ or ‘adaptation’ of an obscure book from the last century. It’s a harmless conceit, in my opinion, but in this case apparently Jules Foche was a real author of 19th Century French science fiction. Which makes the whole thing rather meta.
And so, adieu to The Collapse: The Accidental Opening of the Berlin Wall.
Doing this from my Chomebook, so short and sweet: Patrick Weekes’ The Palace Job is so far a pretty sweet High Fantasy heist caper. It’s also dirt cheap on the Kindle, so check it out. I’m pretty tired, but I’ll likely stay up late enough to finish it. So, there’s that.