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For day two of our twelve-day launch event, we bring you two stories that appeared online originally but have been out of print for several years.

Close-knit communities can be wonderful, inspiring, energetic places, but when you live and work with the same people — spending all day and night together — home can turn to horror on a dime.  In My Words Like Silent Raindrops, a young Wespirtech scientist invents technological telepathy, drawing her close-knit community even closer and, well… read it and see. Continue reading “Day two!”

As our present to you today, we’re releasing our very first stories, two tales about scientists at Wespirtech (The Western Spiral Arm Planetary Institute of Technology) and their wacky inventions.  The scientists in both of these tales have to worry about balancing pure science — invention for its own sake — with the practicality of the real world.  They don’t always succeed.  One of them fails more spectacularly than the other… Continue reading “And we are go…”

We’ve loaded up our cargo bay with twenty-five stories — the complete contents of three science-fiction anthologies, Welcome to Wespirtech, Beyond Wespirtech, and The Opposite of Memory — and we’ll begin releasing the stories, several per day, on December 25th, 2015.

Many of the upcoming stories have been published online before, but some of them have only ever been available in obscure anthologies or small press magazines.

Get ready to read some science-fiction!

Over the last more-than-a-decade, I’ve submitted nearly one hundred stories to more than 150 different markets.  A bunch of my stories have been published.  Some of them haven’t been (yet).  And, of course, I’ve received a lot of rejections.  969 so far.

As I approach 1000 rejections, I’ve been thinking about the publishing process — what it costs and the benefits it provides.  I don’t intend to stop submitting my stories to markets that seem well-suited to them.  However, I also don’t see a reason to stay dependent on other people’s e-zines to make my work readable online. Continue reading “Approaching 1000”

Number of giraffes on my desk: five. Number of poems I wrote tonight: two.

Wesley loves the Christmas tree — it’s like a buffet of toys.

I dreamed that Heidi came home, her fur faded from age — she looked like the pictures of her on the telephone poles, faded from rain.

It’s very sad to play an ocarina and not summon a golden-eyed, ghost-faced, calico cat.

* fliers
* tape
* staples (once you’ve upgraded from packing tape to a brand new staple gun)
* energy (for asking strangers if they’ve seen the cat and then talking with them about how you miss her)
* breath (for playing the ocarina she loves) Continue reading “Things you can run out of while looking for your missing cat:”

‘Tickle One,’ noun, synonym for ‘cat’ in Wesley-speak. Usage: “That’s a tickle one!” (best said while pointing at a cat)