Busy busy! Daily life can be such a pain. All the mundane details pile up and get in the way of writing. Too bad stories are made up of those seemingly mundane details, so they are necessary. As I sort through my daily duties, here’s one of my favorite quotes.
Bitter Suites, my newest book about a hotel that specializes in recreational suicide experiences, will be released at Crypticon Kansas City Friday, July 13. I have been working on this project for the last two years and am so excited to share my best work yet.
And, speaking of sharing, here is a sneak peek at one of the illustrations, created by Kyra Starr. This is Azreal, usually seen working as the hotel’s front counter girl. She takes appointments, processes guests and runs the day-to-day affairs of the hotel.
Few know that she not only owns the Bitter Suites, but she is also responsible for the technology that makes renewable death possible. She likes to keep a low profile while keeping a very close eye on her affairs. The front counter is the perfect place to see all without being noticed.
Look for more announcements about Bitter Suites soon as we wrap up the last of the details.
Our Absinthe infusions from Le Loup Garou is ready!
Now that the last of the Rhysling and Star*Line poetry books are on their way, time to turn to the week ahead. In a few hours Mr. Smith and I start our 40-hours-in-4-nights work week at Amazon.
Tuesday at 8:30 a.m. CST I’ll be hosting a half hour of what I’m calling the Nightcaps and Coffee shift at BJ Hyman’s Sleep Tight release party on Facebook. I also have homework due tomorrow from the first ever HWA online writing critique group.
In my personal life I’ll be visiting both the dentist and a lawyer this week, so there may be a few more Instagram throwback posts by Friday. The best news, this weekend we will finally be sampling our absinthe infusion. You can read more about how that came about here.
Looks like May will be going out with a fast and furious flourish…
A quick post today, and a warning. For the next few days, every post will be quick. Tonight I’m packing up the last of the Rhysling and Star*Line poetry books for the Science Fiction Poetry Association.
I leave you, but not with nothing. Take a minute to learn about the SFPA while I prepare the books.
From their website: The Science Fiction & Fantasy Poetry Association was founded as the Science Fiction Poetry Association in 1978 to bring together poets and readers interested in speculative poetry. Members voted to rename the organization in 2017. What is sf/f poetry? Everybody has a unique definition.
To be sure, it is poetry (we’ll leave that definition to you), but it’s poetry with some element of speculation—usually science fiction, fantasy, or horror, though some include surrealism, some straight science. SFPA’s founder, Suzette Haden Elgin, shared her thoughts on sf poetry in the aptly titled “About Science Fiction Poetry.”
Erica Verrillo of Publishing … and Other Forms of Insanity recently published an extensive list of paying submission calls for May. There are still 37 open calls from today to the end of the month. These calls are for a variety of genre and form.
Thank you Erica for putting this handy list together. Go here to find her list, and leave a comment telling her how much you appreciate her work. You can also subscribe to her blog to stay updated.
Right now my mind is full of poetry, so that’s what you get. One of the benefits of writing a blog is you can publish what you want, sans editor. It’s also one of the dangers. So here is morning poetry for you, just because I can and want to.
Don’t fear dying
because you’re already dead.
You just don’t know it.
Death is comfortable.
It’s the unwinding of yesterday
until all the yesterdays are spent.
When the veil drops
it will seize hold of you
and make you mad.
When you see what hides
in the space between the stars
you will tremble and cry.
You will know
the dark isn’t so.
The universe is bright
and full of brilliance
and the darkness you see
is only sunblind black
in your eyes.
You were weaned from
the Milky Way.
You were born from
starshine and meant
for life—not existence.
Don’t fear living.
You have nothing to lose