Something happened...

A story, a story!

So this happened

Yes. Yes. YES! My family members and my wife (yes!) know that my excited face is pretty much the same as my 'its cold' face. So I was happy to discover that the guys at the The Bolthole had decided to publish another anthology after their 1st, a horror anthology was a success. 
Their newest anthology revolved around time travel and this was the editorial quote that I've just sent post-release.

'I'd like to think that writing for the Marching Time anthology changed my rather jaded opinion of time travel entirely.

I was very much of the fixed mindset that sees time travel as either A) A lazy plot device B) An easy-out for script writers C) An over saturated media format. When I see 'time travel' as a movie sub-genre it makes me wince, wishing for someone to look slightly outside of the opportunity simply to get a re-use from that damned period drama set.
Give me linearity and formula any day. Characters rather than character.

And yet, when viewing our editor He2etic's carefully worded recruitment poster that emphatically stated; "we want war stories" I felt the pocket of bile that I'd reserved for said topic dissolve into my intestine with nary a pop nor poke. Perhaps this was how to dissolve my disaffection. Perhaps now that time travel was a far less significant part of the story would I enjoy writing around it, rather than against it.
So I sucked up my own reservations and pitched a story. 

Thanks to the Editors everything went well, and now, my name is a fricking hyperlink!'

More on this tomorrow.

Synopses and panic

I rechecked some of the guidelines for Black Library’s manuscript submission period, boy am I glad I did. They altered the requirements for manuscripts and my thought process ran as follows.

’No more novels’. Meh.

‘Short stories now sample text only’. Hmmm.

‘Short stories no longer require synopses’. Ahhhh, nice.

‘Submissions period now 1^st April – 31^st July’. HOLY BALL-ACHING SHITFIRE!

A Pantone teacup and storm therein.

I've been 1st  draft editing, then 1st edit editing, last night I went as far as a 1st edit edit, I think that’s enough for now, no really. Put down the iPad and sleep.

No, don’t comment on an authors Facebook page, no don’t play any more ‘Where’s my water’ on your phone, sleep damn you!

Progress within fridges

Well its been almost a month since my last post, not that you can’t read a date stamp or anything and its been 23 days of short story goodness.

I began the year with a story about a daring, deadly youth that gets maliciously recruited in the dark of the Necromundan underhive, then moved to a story about a man locked in a fridge.

Well fridge-ship. And not really a man. He’s not really locked in either.

The First...

Here we go!
Free blogging service supplied by Google finally bent to my will, or rather I've flexed around it. More like flung it to one side to get on with this actually, the first blog post.
Which will indeed be just that.
Yes that. Go back up.  My 1st  post will be about my 1st post. Including a convoluted mishmash of metaphors designed to poorly convey my own inadequacy to create a decent 1st subject to write about.