Further proof that the universe is awesome arrives with the news that John Chu’s wonderful story, 30 Seconds from Now, is available in the latest Boston Review. It’s a fitting venue for a terrific story about possibility, filled with John’s trademark precision and insight. Find and read now.
The mail carrier brought a long-anticipated wonder last night: the latest issue of Weird Tales. It’s full of the dark and fantastical goodness that has been its trademark under the expert guidance of Ann VanderMeer. A special treat this issue (#358) was a chance to enjoy Karin Tidbeck’s Jagannath. I had the pleasure of reading and critiquing an early draft of Jagannath while at Clarion in 2010, and it is as delightfully weird and hallucinatory as I remember; a story that evoked wonder and envy in equal measure.
If you’re not already a subscriber, you should pick up the issue here. While you’re at it, think about setting aside some time to read Weird Tales #359 when it’s released. It will feature an amazing story from another Clarion classmate, Tamsyn Muir, that I can’t wait to read again. Full disclosure: I have a story in there, too.
After a lengthy lull caused by my poor choice of (former) web hosts and registrars, combined with the widespread forgetting of passwords, I’m pleased to be back at the helm of the site. Woo! Feel the magic.
While I’ve been away, I’ve missed highlighting some quality fiction by good friends and Clarionites.
Leah Thomas’ Shards in Daily Science Fiction.
You can read charming and hyper-multi-talented Leah’s piece right now, just by clicking that link up there. Plus, while you’re doing that, you can download Therefore I am – which has more than just Dustin, although he’s obviously the highlight because he’s an excellent writer and all around great guy – to your e-reader so it’s ready when you’re done with Shards and want something else to read. Such efficiency.
Clarion announced the lucky 2011 students today. Congrats go out to: Rebecca Adams, Brooke Bolander, Jim Brady, AnneMarie Buhl, Todd Castillo, Jacob Cholak, Gillian Daniels, Peta Freestone, Dennis Ginoza, Joshua Lewis, Mark Philps, Christopher Stabback, Jasmine Stairs, Andrew Stewart, Erin Stocks, Timothy Susman, Brooke Wonders, and James Worrad.
Getting invited to the 2010 class was a bright, wonderful moment; attending qualifies as one of the best experiences of my life. Also: difficult, painful, exhausting.
Congratulations again and good luck. I hope it works out as well for all of you as it did for me.
(Note: I’m _sure_ my class was the best, but yours could be great. Make the most of it. Embrace that Clarion experience.)
Clarion 2010 bonus stories are go. I left out a few forthcoming Clarion 2010 classmate stories yesterday. We can look forward to:
John Chu at The Boston Review (!) in a forthcoming issue. I read an early draft of this story at Clarion. I wish I could read it again right now. I have poor impulse control when it comes to good stories.
One of the best things about Clarion was meeting – in addition to a powerhouse set of terrific instructors – 17 other writers of grace and talent. The wider world is getting a chance to see some of that talent on display in a number of recent publications. To wit:
Go forth and read their words, arranged artfully.
Wolfram Alpha tells me there are just 73 days until Clarion starts, and I’m starting to feel the weight of all the pages I need to read before I arrive in San Diego. I need to finish City of Saints and Madmen. I need to read Dreamsongs. I need to read Aye, and Gommorah. I’ve got some back issues of Weird Tales on order, plus Delia Baker and Dale Bailey’s works. That’s a lot of reading, and it’s required reading. Urgh.
On the writing front, I managed about 1,500 words today, and they were quality words, not “meet my benchmark” words. That’s 3,000 words in two days for a story that has gradually acquired the flesh and weight indicating it will, sometime this month, emerge naked and squealing into the world.
Right now I’m sitting in my office, tinkering with this web page and waiting to hear that a truck is inbound with 1,137 pounds of tile for our bathroom. Who even needs that much tile? Our bathroom is tiny, because in 1882 people apparently regarded bathrooms and closets as disquieting modern indulgences and assigned them as little square footage as possible. Hereabouts they also disdained driveways and garages, so I envision a giant pallet of tile sitting in our yard attracting the attention of feral redecorators searching for 2×6 subway tile. In the meantime, I am writing this post and neither writing in preparation for going to Clarion nor running in celebration of spring and sunshine.
The official list of 2010 Clarion attendees went live yesterday. I can’t quite imagine how I wound up on that list. I’ve known about Clarion for what seems like forever, and always dreamed of going. A plethora of my favorite genre writers have been, as students, instructors, or both. It’s going to be an incredible experience. Time to sharpen my keyboard.